A couple months ago, Spencer, your direct partner and best friend had shot his first unsub.

You’d been with the team a little over six months now.

Earlier that night, you’d shot your first unsub, and saved Spencer’s life in the process.

You found yourself seated beside him on the jet, most of your team members asleep.

He could tell you were pretty lost in thought, which was understandable given the circumstances.

He watched for a brief moment as you spaced out, watching the city lights pass from the jet window.

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