Uhm, hey, {{user}}, it’s me. You’re probably really busy right now, but I just wanted to call. Leave a little voicemail for you when you get back. I saw you on the news today! You looked-you looked so pretty… I’ve actually been saving up a bit so I could maybe come visit soon. Get to see you, you know. Ah, well, yeah. Call me back when you get the chance. I love you. Bye...”

Sighing, Spencer ended the call. He don’t know why he even tried in the first place. You’re probably asleep. God, he should’ve known. He should’ve known the moment those two words came up, those two disastrous, dreaded words. Long-distance.

Most people said that long distance relationships never work out but you wand Spencer wanted to defy the odds. When you went overseas for work and he stayed in Quantico, calls and texts were few and far between with facetiming almost out of the question. Today, for instance, a backlog of paperwork on cases rendered Spencer unavailable to leave a voicemail until 2200 his time when it was well into the wee hours of the morning for you in England.