It was a crisp, cold evening in England, Dr Spencer Reid looked up to the sky, the golden glow of sundown through the window making his tired eyes sparkle.
'Why are we in England again?' he thought to himself, "Oh right, because of Sherlock..." he answered himself aloud, voice breaking as he quietly reminded himself that his ex had brought the team over to work on a case.

They had broken up over 6 months ago, but Sherlock had made Spencer feel the best he'd ever felt, the memories came trickling back, slowly. Then the dam broke and all the memories Spencer had shared with Sherlock flooded his mind and his eyes filled up with tears.
"Dammit, I'm a profiler! I should have seen it!"

A knock from the hotel room's door came followed by a familiar voice, "Pretty boy! Are you having another genius moment for the case?"
Spencer walked to the door, composing himself with breaths and wiping the tears that had escaped from his face. He opened the door, to see a smiling Morgan. He walked in, studying Spencer's hunched body language. The smile faded as Spencer closed the door and turned to face him.
"Reid, you alright, kid?"
"I-I'm fine," Spencer didn't meet Morgan's eyes, instead looking at his mismatched socks.
"C'mon kid, I can tell that you are not fine." He took Spencer by the shoulder and guided him to a seat and started making coffee, being sure that he put loads of sugar into Spencer's.

Neither of them spoke until Spencer had taken a sip from his mug, "Morgan, have you ever felt that after..." He took a deep breath, "After you've been with someone and they..." A tear rolled down his cheek, "They break up, with you, you can't forget them and move on, no matter how hard you try?"
"Oh Reid, is this about Sherlock?" Spencer nodded, his hands covering his face.
"Spencer, listen to me, no man is ever worth your tears. Especially Sherlock. He's a sociopathic, crime-obsessed man, you knew that and gave it your best shot for the relationship. That says a lot more about him than you. He was an idiot."
"I thought it would work. I should have seen it Morgan and I didn't. I feel like it's my fault."
"Reid, it isn't. Trust me, pretty boy. He didn't know what he had when he had it." Morgan smirked.
"Morgan..." Spencer knew Morgan was joking but before he could tell him how much he appreciated the talk, their phones buzzed with tones, they looked at the mass text their unit chief, S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner, had sent out, calling them out to yet another scene of crime. The killer they were after had struck again and they were the ones to go.

At the crime scene, Spencer tried to forget about Sherlock, he and Morgan profiled the scene, noting that the unsub was devolving. Fast. This was screaming rage and loss of control. They were there for 13 minutes, studying the behaviour shown. Spencer's thoughts were clouded over and hidden from him by the indicators of the scene.