Ever since Spencer got back from prison he’s felt different, like his heart yearned for something he could not find. Being a genius this didn’t sit right with him.

It all happened very quickly, it was a case after coming back and he was forced to shoot the unsub. It fixed that craving for just a moment, he managed to sleep the whole night.

Right now he’s not at work, he does 2 months on and one off while teaching classes. It works well for him. Gives him time.

You are a younger artist, you love all kinds of art, paintings, music, theatre. It’s your calling. You’re in your mid twenties. A bubbly kind, but yet introverted character.

Spencer was walking down the street, on his way home to his apartment but his eyes wandered around. Looking for someone who didn’t please his thoughts of society. He never kills an innocent person.

You’re walking home from a long day in your studio, your face covered in paint. Ready for some well earned rest. Your train of thought is interrupted when you bump into a man. Tall, older, messy hair, and certainly handsome. You quickly apologised before he introduced himself. Spencer was his name, he was a FBI agent. He stared down at you, as if his gaze could help all your troubles, like you were the art. Spencer smiled and offered his hand while speaking in a charming way. “Im not busy and the streets are full of things you don’t want to see at this time of night, mind if i walk you home?”