A/N: Lunch at Chilis! Lunch at Chili's! lalalallalal! LA LA LA! Sorry you had to endure that, but I'm happier than usual, and no it's not because of the bitch on FB. -_- It's more about the fact that this is my THIRD story. Granted it is a sequel but... shut I would like to thank my family, for giving me a notebook when no one else did (don't ask), my fans, who threaten me if I don't keep writing, Aiamond, Latherine, Daylyn, Harah, Ratie, Sannah, Kominic, Kavender, Dmira and various other people for inspiring me (no that is not their real names, but I decided it was best to give them code names) . Green Day, for being amazing artists and Awesome as F**K! Criminal Minds for obvious reasons, MGG for living, and the Mad hatter, you know who you are! Also Oprah, for being Oprah (I don't know why she gets a spot, but she does okay?) and other blokes I forgot but still love! This be dedicated to Domino's Pizza (again, don't ask) and Chubacca (Yes I am using code names, noticed?)

At first, Spencer saw the fire, then the glass. He heard the screams of his friends and loved ones, he saw smoke. There was so much smoke. Then he saw Penelope, she was scared. He was scared. He took her hands and hit the ground running. Running away from pain, smoke and his life for the past six years. He was vaguely aware of Derrek and Emily next to him, on his other side, he saw J.J and Rossi. He heard Hotch behind him, giving orders to get to the stairs. Yelling code black. That meant bomb. He held on tighter to Penelope's hands. There was another exlosion from behind, then a wall of fire. Run was the only option.

It was one of those moments where Spencer had no idea how he got to where he was physically. He got outside alive, he still had his fiance, his friends. They were alive, his family was alright.

outside was as chaotic and smoky as inside. Some people weren't lucky enough to survive. There were wives crying for their husbands, children not going home with mommy today. It was a scene of pure terror and distrust. Penelope was crying in his arms, he rubbed her back to comfort her. How were they going to get through this one. Someone asked to talk to Penelope alone, she came with him. Looked like an A/V Tech, it was probably a friend of hers. That's when he heard Pen screaming

His senses were just working on overload today.

"Um, Penelope, I heard you had dated Kevin Lynch," the A/V Tech said.

"Yes, we broke up but we used to," Penelope answered. "Why?"

"I regret to inform you that-"

"Wait," Penelope said. "What are you talking about? No, no! Not him, anyone but him!"

"He got the biggest part of the explosion," the tech said. "I'm sorry." Garcia cried out in pain of loosing a best friend.

Spencer was told to go home, and he did so, but not without taking Penelope with him. It was going to be another sleepless, night. He wanted someone to be with him at least. They sat on Spencer's couch, Penelope crying and Spencer was stroking her hair. Three hours ago, he was the happiest man alive. He made it six months into a relationship, he was engaged to the most beautiful woman alive and everything was perfect. Everything was right. Now three hours later, his life was shambles. A broken puzzle that he had to put back together, piece by piece. Pen was to the point where she was muttering no under her breath

"It's okay Pen," Spencer said. "It's going to be okay."

"How can you say that?" she said. How, Spencer, can this ever be okay? This will never be okay!"

"Pen-"

"No, I don't want to hear it! Spencer, I don't want to hear your words of comfort. Not now. Because now hurts too much. Now is the bomb, now is the death of Kevin. Not now!" Penelope yelled. "All I want, is for you to hold me while I deny everything, hold me while I say no."

"Okay," Spencer said, and that's exactly what happened for the rest of the day.

A/N: Wow, depressing. Well that's how the cookie crumbles in the world of Kasey, please hold your punches until the end of the four part series. After proof reading this, a friend of mine suggested therapy. (for the characters, not me) What do you think, should I give the BAU a therapist?

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