Time of Our Lives Chapter 1, a criminal minds fanfic

OK, this is my first fanfiction. I first saw Criminal Minds about 7 months ago and fell in love with Spencer right away. I was watching the episode in season two where Elle shoots the Unsub after going undercover, then I got this idea. I hope you guys like it. I would like advice on how to improve my writting, however, flamers will be ignored. Can I hear a hallelluja for constructive critisism? By the way, its not a songfic. This song is just for the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, I am not making any profit of of this. I don't own Tegan and Sarah either, just all their CD's.

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"So, what are you doing on your week off, my junior G-man?"

It was a Saturday night and only she and Spencer were left in the BAU office.

Penelope frequently inquired what Spencer was doing, whether it was on his week off, day off, or after work. She felt that as one of his closes friends (and future godmother of his baby geniuses) she was entitled to know. It was a Saturday night and only she and Spencer were left in the BAU office.

"House keeping stuff you know. We haven't been home in a few weeks and my apartment is dusty. Maybe hang out with Morgan one night." He cringed slightly, "Maybe…"

This was Spencer's typical rebuttal to her question on the subject. Even as his closest friend, he found her persistence about the subject of his social life frustrating. It was not his fault that he was socially inept; however, Garcia found that it was a treatable disease and that a good, smoky bar on a Saturday night with your friends and a beer was the best cure.

"Spencer, sweetie, Star Trek is not the answer. Expect me at your door when you least expect it." She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him, like she had something planned. "And before you say that you're not watching Star Trek, Aqua Teen Hunger Force is not the answer either." With this, she hoped off of the desk she was perched on and strode out of the steadily emptying bull pen towards her dark office.

Spencer began packing his things at his desk. It was their first week vacation since the Garner case. So much had changed since then; the most painful change for Spencer was that Elle was gone. When she left the BAU he had thought that their "relationship" would get easier. They would not have to sneak around and keep it a secret. However, when she left the BAU behind, she also left him. He found a note taped to his apartment door and the spare key he had given her on top of the door jam. The note was short, stating simply that she was going back to New York and that she was sorry. Sorry didn't cut it though, if they were "breaking up" he expected her to give him the courtesy of coming and telling him in person. It had been three months since that happened and his teammates noticed a small change in his behavior but never actually asked what was bothering him. It was not that he truly felt deep love for Elle that caused him so much grief; it was just that after all that they had been through all she could leave him was a note and her key to his apartment. Spencer finally picked up his phone and Ipod and put them in his bag then walked out of the office that he would hopefully not have to see for another week.

Spencer reached his car, an old dark green Volvo that he bought used. The ancient Ford he had driven from California to D.C. had finally gone to car heaven and he was forced to get another. As the car rumbled to life, he started to consider his up coming week, wary of what Garcia had warned him about. He knew he needed desperately to do laundry and get some food in the house, considering that despite Penelope's threat he had no real intention of going out this coming week. The last time he was home the only thing he had was some canned peaches in the fridge that he did not even remember buying. Because it was December, it took a while for the car to warm up and while he waited he pulled his Ipod into the tape deck player JJ had gotten him for his birthday the month before. Tegan and Sara poured in the freezing car. Nineteen. Ever since their "break up" the general selection of music he had reminded him of her even if they had minimal romantic inclinations.

I felt you in my legs
Before I even met you
And when I laid beside you
For the first time
I told you
I feel you in my heart,
And I don't even know you
Now we're saying
Bye, bye, bye
Now we're saying
Bye, bye, bye

Those words kept reminding him that maybe Elle was right when he had called her. She told him that is was just a stress reliever. It was never a relationship and that she never meant for it to end up as serious and as one sided as it did. She told him that he didn't understand. He bit his lip while he spoke to her at the thought of just being a booty call. In his mind he told himself that she was the one who didn't understand, he honestly loved her. She was his first, at 24 years old. After all that they had been through, she just up and left. She left him a note on the door; it was hastily written and carelessly taped up.

Flew home,
Back to where we met
Stayed inside
I was so upset
Cooked up a plan,
So good except
I was all alone
You were all I had
Love you
You were all mine
Love me
I was yours right
I was yours right
I was nineteen

He even tried to go to her apartment, to talk to her. Maybe he had screwed up; perhaps she found out about Lila and was angry about his secret. It turns out that she had left her apartment, she left the furniture and took anything she could fit in her car and left. It was funny, when she left the note, it didn't hurt so bad. He had forced himself to accept it and move on quickly. Until the next day after work when he went to her apartment to find that she had moved on so quickly, that was when it had struck him, that he was truly alone. The emotion was completely new to him. Of course he was alone when he was a child, but that was his choice and he always had his books to console him. Even as a teenager, he never though himself to be alone, just not a people-person. He even looked down at the young couples that were so in love while he was in college. Now he knew how it felt to be alone because not even the overflowing bookshelves in his apartment could make him feel better.

The car ride back to his small apartment was short after stopping at the grocery store. The tape from Elle's note was still stuck to the door and the spare key remained hidden on top of the door jam where she had said she left it. He turned the key in the doorknob and gently pushed open the door. His apartment was very "him" as JJ had described it. It was small and kind of dark. The walls were painted in different hues of blue with several bookshelves in all of the rooms save the bathroom and kitchen. Vintage furniture that looked like it had come from his parent's house in Las Vegas sat in the living room. The whole place was dimly lit giving it an eerie feel, but the guitar that sat in the corner and photographs that stood in frames and hung on the walls made up for it by making it looked live in and homey.

Spencer threw his messenger bag on the couch that sat directly across from the television and went to put away the groceries he had bought. Coffee and cereal went into the plain white cupboards while the milk, chicken breasts, deli meat and cheese when in the desolate refrigerator to keep the canned peaches company. He never got rid of them. The wheat bread was just thrown on the counter next to the toaster and he put the mint chip ice cream in the freezer, though he would be revisiting it after his shower.

It was common practice for Spencer to avert his eyes from the mirror after a shower; it was not that he found his body unattractive it was simply that he was uncomfortable with himself naked. Unfortunately, tonight he managed to catch a glimpse of his pale, almost translucent skin. The only definition his torso had was the slight outline of his ribs pushing against his skin and the only true color he had was the dark circles he had under his eyes. Thankfully, the sink blocked any view of anything below his belly button. He quickly pulled on black and blue plain boxers and a plain black tee-shirt before walking back to the kitchen for his price of ice cream and Star Trek.

Before the first episode was even over though, Spencer fell into a fitful sleep on the futon couch. The dream changed from a nightmare, to his conversation with Garcia, then to his time with Lila in the pool, to a new dream. A small red haired girl (woman?) stood in the bull pen at work next to Garcia. The team stood around her and her eyes met with his. She walked toward him and grasped his hand, trying to pull him somewhere. There were bells ringing. It was so obnoxious and they just kept ringing until he opened his eyes. It was an ambulance passing outside on his street. Bright light was streaming through the dust that hung in the air into the living area. He rolled over onto his back and covered his eyes to protect them from the overly bright morning light that stung his eyes.

"I hope it's not too early" he quietly groaned to himself before padding over to the kitchen for some coffee.

"What time is it?" He muttered to himself again as he glanced at the clock on the microwave only to realize it was 10:30am. "Oh shit."

Before he could go get dressed, he heard a light rapping on his door. It's probably just Mildred. He walked to the door thinking it was his landlady, forcefully opening the door. Unfortunately, it wasn't and before he could protest their entrance, they pushed him and themselves in and shut the door behind them and took a seat on the couch.

Well, I hope you all liked it! Reviews will feed my creativity, so leave them you you enjoyed the story! Thanks!