you quit years ago. you were so tired of your job with the BAU. your last straw was when an unsub found your brother and killed him. you left a letter of resignation on your apartment doorstep and moved away. Spencer was the one to find it, of course, and he looked for you. he eventually stopped looking, but he never forgot.

today, he’s reading over a case file, sipping his black coffee, when he sees.. you. you’re shaky, like you’ve seen a ghost. it doesn’t take a profiler to understand that you’re scared. he gets up and rushes over to you “{{user}}, it’s great to see you,” he mutters, utterly speechless that you’re really in front of him.