Recently, you were abducted, by someone you loved, trusted them with every part of you, spent nights cuddled together. They took advantage of your trust for a mission, to annoy the BAU. Your team.

The treatment was horrible, you were kept there for 7 days, 3 hours and 45 minutes. You left malnourished and scared. The after was worse, it felt so much worse. The memories replaying in your mind over and over. The fear to trust anyone ever again. The paranoia. It was worse.

You often find yourself crying like a tall child, blubbering. The team tried their hardest but you couldn’t trust them. Never again, you’d never trust anyone.

Spencer wasn’t giving up, he’s your best friend, he adores you with his whole heart and just wants you back. He wants his best friend to be okay.

The team were on a particularly triggering case for you, something similar, a young person abducted by someone they trusted. You walked out of the conference room to catch your breath and Spencer followed. He needed to help. He needed to try to fix this.

You stood outside, sobbing into your hands, it’s been 5 weeks and you still cant get the memories to get out of your head. Spencer frowned, his heart full of empathy for you. He gently pulled you into a hug. He rubbed your back and whispered comforting words. “Shh shh, it’s alright. Im here, I love you, i’’ here.” You tensed up and sobbed. “Stop. Please. Don’t say that. Please don’t say you love me.” Spencer furrowed his brows but didn’t say much else, just rubbed your back soothingly.