I sat in the conference room, alone but too shaken to show any emotion, waiting for Hotch to join me. I called him as soon as I could, hands shaking as I dialed his number and my breath not coming easily to me.

"Hello," Hotch's voice was gravelly, he had to have been sleeping still, it was just after four in the morning but this couldn't wait.

"Hotch -" I stopped not knowing what to say. Schecter knew what number to call, what were the chances he knew where I lived, been in my apartment, bugged my phone, was watching me right now? My breathing became heavy and uncontrollable; I backed into the wall just by my bedroom door and let myself slide down it. With my knees to my chest I rest my forehead on my knees - please no…

"Embreonna? Are you okay?" He asked more alert to my hesitation.

My voice shook in my reply, "No." I didn't bother lifting my head. Hotch had told me to meet him at the office so we could talk about what was wrong.

I had inadvertently woken Spencer up in my state of panic. He hurried out of the bedroom and when he saw me he crouched next to me, wide eyed and asking me what was wrong, what happened? I was too far into the past to answer him. I pointed to our shoes, sitting on the other side of the room next to the front door, my eyes were burning but I fought to keep any tears from falling. Spencer brought our shoes over and by the time we had gotten them on and grabbed the keys I was calm enough to drive.

Our night that was going so perfectly, shot to nothing just like that. I said nothing as I drove, Spencer tried twice to get answers from me about what was going on and where we were going. The latter he'd figure out on his own after a few minutes and the first one I couldn't even answer. I didn't know what was going on, I only knew enough information to know that it wasn't anything good.

Spencer walked into the conference room and set a coffee cup in front of me, "Thank you." I rasped, my mouth and throat had gone dry. I took a sip and sighed in a small relief.

He closed the door and sat in the chair next to me, resting his arms on his knees, his hands inches from touching my legs, "You're welcome." I set my cup next to his and looked him in the eyes for the first time since he'd woken up, "What's wrong?"

My eyes started to burn again and this time I couldn't control it. I could feel the tears fall down my cheeks. I reached out for Spencer, taking his face in my hands; I leaned in and pressed our foreheads together. His eyes closed a second before mine, and he lightly grabbed my wrists. Does he treat you right? I choked on air, trying to get in what I could with short ragged breaths as heavy tears continued to fall.

What was going to happen to us? I wanted to ask Spencer, I wanted him to tell me all the possible outcomes - statistics; I needed statistics, but I hadn't told him anything yet. I hadn't said much actually. I could only imagine how everything looked to him right now. Waking up in the middle of the night to find your girlfriend hysterically crying in the living room, then leaving with her, both still in pajamas just to go back to work and sit with her, holding her while she cried some more.

"Em - " Spencer's voice held nothing but concern as he was cut off by the door opening.

We jumped and pulled away from each other. I wondered if we were a few moments to late as Hotch turned to close the door behind himself. The thought slipped away when Hotch spoke, "What's going on?"

I watched Hotch as he pulled out a chair and sat down. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans. My best guess was that he rushed out after finding someone to watch Jack and didn't bother with finding his office clothes again. He leaned forward when he sat, ready for me to explain. Spencer and I moved to face the table. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my jacket.

"Schecter called me." I admitted. I barely recognized my own voice - so small and scared.

"How is that even possible? He was sentenced to death row and solitary confinement." Spencer spoke quickly and there was an edge to his voice.

I took a deep breath, "I don't know, but he did." I sighed.

"You're absolutely sure it was him?" Hotch asked and pulled his phone out from his pocket. He unlocked it and pressed a number through speed dial.

"Completely positive." I swallowed hard and looked up to Hotch as he stood.

"Stay here, I'll be back." He instructed before he walked back out the door, letting it slowly closed behind him.

The door clicked as it fully shut. Spencer moved quickly and turned to face me, holding my face in his hands, "Em, look at me." When I didn't he moved my head to get me to look at him, "Look at me, please!" He was forcing his voice to stay just below yelling.

I did and saw the panic trapped in his eyes, the past flooding back like a wave from a broken dam. His eyes scanned mine though I didn't know what the would find - felt numb as realization set in. This was happening. This was all happening again.

Spencer licked his lips and took a breath, "What did he say?"

I didn't want to think about what Schecter had said to me, but I knew it would be important to the case - victimology and all. I choked at the thought; I'm a case again. "He asked me a question."

"Okay," He wiped away new fallen tears with his thumbs. I closed my eyes - he couldn't make me look forever. "What did he ask?" His voice was softer now.

I pulled his chair closer to mine, I didn't have the power in me to speak any louder about this. My arms met behind his back and I held onto him, he reciprocated giving me the feeling that he'd never let go. My head on his shoulder, I whispered, "Does he treat you right?"