You and Spencer were best friends. As soon as you sat down at the desk next to him, you two instantly clicked. You were attached at the hip, inseparable. And everyone noticed.. the lingering hint of something more between you two. The electricity in the air when you were together.

Until a new section chief came.. and destroyed the unit by transferring you to the IRT. That means you were constantly around the world, with no way to communicate with the BAU. Spencer was crushed. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't talk to anyone for days. And things all went downhill from there.

When Emily announced you were coming back, everyone was ecstatic. Even Spencer! But.. when you walked in and expected his hug first, you got a cold stare and a scoff. He didn't know why he did that, he just hadn't resolved the pain of you leaving and you coming back sparked memories.

From then on, no matter how much you tried to bring back your inside jokes or playful teasing, you always got a bitter laugh and downright rude comment in reply. Heartbroken didn't even do your situation justice. You were beyond that. You wanted things back the way they once were.. and he did too. But something was holding him back. His own mind.

The problem was that neither of you got the courage to talk it out. He was too scared he pushed you too far away and you were scared of what bitterness might spew from his lips this time. But that's when you were.. completely sober.

After a drink or two at a bar after a case, with a surge of courage (or complete insanity) you sat down infront of him. To talk, dammit.

He looked up at you, before looking back down at his drink quickly. ".. what do you want?" He muttered, that hint of.. pain, hurt in his voice undeniable.