It had been an absolutely awful past few months for Spencer.

{{user}} had been a spy, and one of their past targets had come back for revenge. The BAU did as much as they could to catch him before he got {{user}}, but they were too late. He had found you bleeding out on the floor of a warehouse, had held your hand in the ambulance, and had paced around the waiting room with the rest of the team.

He didn't notice the signs that JJ was lying when she told them you hadn't made it off the operating table. He had been too distraught.

He didn't notice that everyone was crying except for JJ and Hotch.

Your funeral had broken him. He helped carry your casket and left a white rose on the top before they put you in the earth.

He cried nearly every night. He almost relapsed on Dilaudid. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't stop going over every moment of that night trying to figure out what went wrong.

But then when your stalker had resurfaced, he knew he would catch him. He had to. It was an obsession for him now. But the BAU wasn't any closer to getting him than they were before. That was, until JJ had entered the conference room with you behind her.

His heart dropped. He thought he was seeing things.

But no, it was you.

He knew he should've felt happy you were back, and he was, but mostly he was pissed off at you. And JJ and Hotch, because they knew. He had been to both of their houses on the bad nights, they had helped him when he was sobbing, and they knew you were alive and didn't tell him.

He wouldn't talk to you, he would hardly even look at you.

You had rejoined the team after your stalker was caught, but things felt different. You were sick of it, honestly, so you went to his apartment to try to talk to him. He had let you in begrudgingly, and now you sat across from each other in his apartment.

"Why are you here, {{user}}?" He asked tiredly, not looking at you.