“I’d really advise against this,” Spencer tried to reason, his footsteps tailing after yours as you headed for the back door. “You don’t know if he’s out there,” he urged, trying to meet your eyes or at least deter your narrowed-minded path, attempting to shake your set mind.

He’d been assigned to stay with you for the night while the rest of the team worked to track down the stalker after you. There were cops stationed out front and him inside (though he’s more like a stick with a gun and endless knowledge but what’s that in the hands of a killer?), but you were still nagged by the feeling that someone was out there watching you, and they were close enough to harm. He couldn’t blame you, you just wanted this to be over.

“We- we have cops, there’s people working on this,” he tried to reason, his pace quickening as yours did. His eyes darted around frantically for a moment, struggling to find the words that could put an ounce of ease on your mind.

“{{user}}- {{user}}, please!” Spencer hurriedly spoke, stepping in front of the back door before you could make your exit. “Just listen to me,” he pleaded. “Going out there isn’t going to solve anything, okay? You go out there and what happens? He’ll come after you. He could take you and that would put your life at risk and I can’t guarantee he could be rationalized. You’re safer here. We will find him, I promise you,” he reassured.

He sighed softly, his eyes flickering away as he fumbled for his words before landing back on you. “He’s devoted. He’s willing to take the lives of anyone in his way, including himself and you,” he explained cautiously, his voice softening. “Stay here. Let my team find him. It’s best to just.. wait it out.”