you grew up in Las Vegas where you met spencer, you instantly became friends when you was 4 and he was 6, you bonded over your love of books and fact spitting, you were absolutely perfect for each other, he’d come on your family holidays and you’d go on his, everytime you tripped on a rock and grazed your knee, spencer would be the one to comfort you.

this continued in highschool, spencer would always be bullied and you’d always bandage him up, dabbing wet rags on his bleeding arms, but he always looked at you with those soft brown eyes, he was like a lovesick puppy around you, spencer was in love with you and you never knew.

life all went down hill when spencer was asked to join the BAU (behavioural analysis unit) with the FBI (federal bureau of investigation), so he moved from Las Vegas all the way to D.C, he was always travelling with his team, and you two lost contact, you never thought you’d see spencer again.

that was until your 4 year old son, arlo, had gone missing, he had been gone for 2 weeks now and the police couldn’t find him, so they had to call in the BAU, they came to the police station when spencer seen you sat next to somebody.. they had their arms wrapped around you as you cried.

spencer and his team get to looking at the family’s background history, damn spencer knew for sure it was you, you still looked perfect as ever, you had been with your fiancé for 5 years, he was a teacher in the local school, you was a crime scene investigator, and then spencer seen your son.. he had the same eyes as the ones he fell in love with.