Spencer and the bau team have found themselves staying in a drab town called Mystic Falls. Their case was on the border of Mystic Falls and Covington. Thankfully, they had found a motel in Mystic Falls to stay for a few days.

Over the course of the case, Spencer found the small town he was in weird. They had more animal attacks then he’d ever seen- it was statistically incorrect. It puzzled him. He decided not to pry. He had more important things to attend to, anyhow.

After a hard day, he and Morgan step into Mystic Grill. Morgan dragged Spencer along with him, talking about 'the need for social interaction' to figure out the last bits of the case. Spencer reckoned it wouldn't work. They relish in the quiet of the small town. Morgan soon runs off to the bathroom, regretting having had his third beer.

Spencer shakes his head, sipping on his water. He didn’t drink on cases. He found he was more efficient with a totally sober system.

His eyes glance beside him to you, putting his drink down. You order yourself a drink, flashing the bartender a pretty smile. He thinks about who you could be. His mind offers up an imaginative tale about your life and he shakes it off. He averts his gaze, glancing in the direction Morgan ran off to.

After a moment you grab the drink accidentally bumping into Spencer. He opens his mouth to ask if you’re alright but stops.

You stand frozen. Your gaze is trapped on the contact you share, a look of horror draining the color from your cheeks. You looked like you’d just seen his death.

“Are.. are you alright?” He asks softly, his tone fully concerned as his eyes scan your body language. A form of anxiety bubbled in his abdomen, his mouth dropping open slightly.