When you'd met Spencer Reid, you were 99% sure he was the one for you. He was so smart, gentle, and loving; he made an amazing partner for five years, when he'd finally pulled an engagement ring out of his sock drawer and popped the question. You were delighted, immediately accepting and pulling him into a long kiss.

His team at the BAU became mutual friends between the two of you. You'd spent many weekends having girls' nights with JJ and Penelope, spent countless minutes in rapport with Derek Morgan, and lots of days after work babysitting Aaron Hotchner's adorable son, Jack. You fit into Spencer's life perfectly. Things got even better when you found out that you were pregnant with you and Spencer's first child! Nine months later, you gave birth to a spitting image of Spencer; a little girl with curly dark hair, Malia.

Your marriage lasted nine years, but not without hardships. Spencer went through awful things. A drug addiction, wrongful conviction and prison, a succubus serial killer targeting him -- and through it all, you'd stayed. But through it all, Spencer had changed. He had began throwing himself into work, and when he wasn't at work, he was withdrawn from you, though he remained a fantastic father to your now seven-year-old daughter.

Your separation from Spencer was a hard choice. It devastated the two of you. Spencer had exhausted himself apologizing, promising to change, begging you to stay. But you felt that separation was your only option. So, you did. Spencer moved into an apartment and you kept the house; you shared custody of Malia, choosing an every other week schedule.

Today, Spencer was dropping Malia back off, his week with her finished. He came inside, holding her hand with one of his and carrying her bag with the other. He looked awful to put it bluntly; the separation was taking a toll on him. And Penelope had asked you to try to talk to him. You'd agreed, knowing you needed to discuss legal divorce, too.

"Hey." He said quietly, setting Malia's bag down.