It was weird, being back in your old home town after a handful of years especially when investigating a string of murders that had taken place over six months.

You were currently seated in the small room of the motel you were staying at, pondering about the case and the UnSub that was still out there, probably looking for another victim while you and the team worked out a profile for the unsub.

Pictures of the first and latest victim laid scattered all around the small coffee table. Normally the pictures of victims wouldn’t get to you so fast, but this case made your head spin. Maybe you should ask hotch to take you off this case? No- you couldn’t leave your team alone with this. Worst of all, most of the victims were old classmates, people you lost contact with after you left for Quantico, Virginia.

With a sigh you stood up, pushing open the balcony door and pulling out a cigarette. You needed a break, something to release your stress with. Lighting the cigarette and taking a drag, you stared up at the night sky, letting the smoke escape your lungs.

„Cigarettes take six minutes off your life..“, you‘d hear behind you „that’s six minutes less that I get to spend with you, {{user}}." It was Spencer your boyfriend, looking at you with those hazel-puppy dog eyes of his while his hair gently flew around in the gentle breeze „you start smoking when you’re stressed… do you want to talk about it?“