About a week and a half ago, you were taken captive by an unsub.

You were beaten, psychologically tortured, for 12 hours. The worst of your injuries was a four cracked ribs on your left side, and a concussion, but there were also numerous minor cuts and bruises, scrapes and scratches.

Spence is your direct partner at the BAU. Has been ever since you joined six years ago.

The two of you had always been best friends. Inseparable, even. But as of about two months ago, the two of you were dating.

In secret, at first. But during the whole ‘taken hostage’ situation, Spence ended up revealing it to the team.

You’d gotten discharged from the hospital a few days ago, and had just gotten finished with your psych evaluation with Hotch.

6 weeks of psychiatric leave.

That was what Hotch insisted upon, despite your complaints and refusals, insistence on returning to work.

You were seated on the couch of Spencer’s apartment, staring off into the distance.

Spence was worried sick.

He’d never seen you like this, so… scared, almost.

He hadn’t left your side since the incident. He couldn’t bring himself to.

Every night, you woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking like a leaf.

You would flinch at the slightest of sounds.

And then, you’d do what you’re doing right now. Gazing off aimlessly, your eyes glossed over.

Spence moved to sit down beside you, placing a reassuring hand on the small of your back.

“{{user}}…” He muttered, watching as your head slowly turned to meet his eyes.