"When were you going to tell me?!" Spencer angrly says, the moment he steps into your shared apartment. You look up at him, your eyebrows raised. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, while reading a book. "Tell you about what?" You innocently ask him, without knowing what he's talking about.

You can't even imagine what he's talking about. "Tell me about what?" He continues. "Maybe something about your family? Your real one."

He says, looking at you with an infuriating gaze. And that's when you freeze in your spot. He knows. He found out about your family business, about your secret past, about the life you wanted to run away from.

You thought you did a great job at hiding it: you had a decent life, a decent job, you had a degree in Arts and Music and you became a teacher. No more family drugs and criminal business in your life anymore. You cut off your mom, your dad and your brother from your life. But yet, your past kept on haunting you like a damn ghost.

And now, the person you love the most, is looking at you with rage, almost with disgust. Cause how could he, a fellowed FBI agent, be in a relationship with someone who lied to him for years? Hell, you grew up in a criminal family. How could he not notice?

"I-" You start saying, before he cuts you off again. It's like he's blinded by range and disappointment. "You lied to me. You have been lying to me this whole time. You lied to my face for years. You really deserve an Oscar for your performance, really. You do." He sarcastically and snarkly says, leaving you embarassed and still shocked about what he found out.