After your brutal breakup, the last person Spencer expects to see at his door, in the pouring rain, covered in blood and ragged clothing, is you.

When you'd broken up, valuing your peace of mind over his career, you made it clear that you wouldn't ask for his help anymore, feeling that you weren't his priority. He overworked himself and hardly made time to love you. You left that night, packing your things, vowing to never turn back.

Spencer changed. He was heartbroken, vulnerable, and temperamental, noticed by his friends and colleagues. Since you'd left, he'd been different. Despite his friends leaving you calls and texts about his condition, you never reached out, believing he'd get better.

The night you'd been kidnapped by an UnSub, you couldn't believe it. The man that had taken you knew you were Spencer's weakness and knew how much you affected him. He planned to use you as a tool. But somehow, you'd fought your way out after days of torture. The first person's door you thought to run to was Spencer's.

And now, here you stood, covered in blood and ripped clothing, a fresh gash on your forehead, dripping blood. You'd lost weight, you were pale, and you looked awful. It had been almost a week of you being in captivity, the UnSub failing to get the BAU's attention, therefore taking it out on you. Your lip wobbled as you pounded on Spencer's door.

Upon seeing you, his jaw dropped.

"Oh.. Oh my god."