"Stop it, Will!" Spencer turned his head to look at the young woman giggling and shouting in the park, obviously horsing around with someone. He was well aware that immediately connecting that girl's Will with JJ's was something the mind did, and didn't expect to see the man standing there, his arms wrapped around a dark haired young woman, a playful grin on his face.

"What are you gonna do, cher?" he drawled out, and Spencer ducked behind a tree to watch them interact, his brain whirling around with the implications of what he was seeing. Will brought her to the ground, kissing her passionately as she giggled and batted at his chest. "Loser has to pay the penalty, you know that."

"I know. How much longer do we have?"

"Just a little bit. I have to pick my son up from daycare in about forty minutes." The girl nodded and sat up, holding her hand out to Will so that he would help her to stand. Spencer felt his stomach roil violently as he watched them run over to the soccer ball and begin to kick it back and forth once more.

Will is cheating on JJ. JJ loves Will. Why would anyone do that the one that they're supposed to love? Maeve would never have done something like that to me, that was what Diane did to us. Rage began to fill his body as he continued to watch them, his hands clenching into tight fists.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Dinah," he finally said, kissing her deeply before squeezing her ass in public. That further disgusted Spencer and he had to fight to keep from shouting out at the man, from pounding his face into a bloody pulp. It was an odd reaction, he realized, and was never more grateful for his phone buzzing against his thigh. Pulling it out, he saw that JJ was paging him to the BAU.

Throwing one last glare at the pair, he stalked off towards the FBI campus, leaving them behind. He was panting from both anger and exertion by the time he stepped into the bullpen. Looking up at the ready room, he saw that the others were assembled already and he tried to calm his breathing as he took the steps two at a time.

"Hey, Spence, it looks like we caught a bad one, in New Orleans. We haven't been back there since…"

"Since Will moved up here to be with you. I know." He heard how short his voice was with her and mentally kicked himself for reacting that way. She would know something was up and ask about it in three, two, one…

"Is there something bothering you, Spence?"

He looked into her wide blue eyes and felt something inside his mind just snap. There was no way that he could let Will continue to treat his Jayje with such disrespect. He would have to pay for his misdeeds, and he was certain that he could make that happen. "I was just reminded of Maeve again today. I know it's been a few months, but I can't seem to get her off my mind."
"I don't think that you will ever forget her, I really don't. You were so in love with her and you can't just turn those feelings off." She pulled him into a tight hug and he returned the embrace, finding a center of calm in the midst of the storm of what he knew to be true. "Now, we have to get this case briefed so that we can come home."

"Yes." They walked into the room and he took his seat next to Blake. The woman looked over at him in concern, as if she knew the anger that was coursing through his veins. Nodding slightly to her, he tried to focus on what Penelope was telling them about the case. It was hard, though, he kept replaying the scene from earlier in his mind.

Finally, Hotch announced that it would be wheel's up in thirty minutes and he pushed back from the table to amble down to his desk. Grabbing out his go bag, he made his way over to the elevator, a plan forming in his mind of what to do about the Will situation. First, he needed to surveil him a little more, and find out how deep his feelings ran for this Dinah.

Dinah. The name even sounded like Diane, the woman who had stolen his only happiness from him. After he made Will pay, she would be the next to go down. He smiled a little at the thought of making Will suffer for every hurt he had paid to Jayje, even if she had no knowledge of it. The doors to the elevator slid open and he joined Morgan and Blake inside.

"What is on your mind, Pretty Boy, to put that smile on your face?" Morgan asked as he pressed the button for the parking garage.

He shrugged, knowing in that moment he would have to more carefully school his features, so as not to give anything away. His plan would rely on complete and utter secrecy and perfection. "Just imagining the good times I had talking to Maeve." He saw the look of sympathy that flickered across the other man's face and knew he had fooled him. Glancing over at Blake, he saw her frown slightly, and for the first time, he was sorry that she was a member of their team.

"Isn't Will from New Orleans?" she asked as they continued down.

"Uh huh. I wonder if JJ is going to tell him where we're headed to. I know Will would have loved an excuse to ride down with us and visit his family still there."

It took everything in Spencer not to scoff at Morgan's words, instead nodding in agreement. "Yeah, but I think it would be rather hard to pull Henry out of preschool to take him along as well," he replied. "Henry loves going to school."

"Maybe that's because he loves his godfather. You saw who he dressed up as for Halloween, that says a lot."

Morgan was right, it did say a lot that the boy had chosen to dress as him rather than his father for Halloween. "So, we got this case rather late in the day. How much do you think we'll be able to accomplish before we settle in at the hotel for the night?" he asked, wanting to draw them away from that line of thinking.

"I'm not sure. There is a lot of data to go over. From what I could gather, it appears as if this unsub has been active for twenty or more years, and the only reason we're on to them now is because they made a mistake."

Blake nodded in agreement. "Or he could have gotten sloppy. Twenty years is a long time to be cautious about covering your tracks."

"There's also the arrogance factor. The unsub may have thought that he was too good to get caught and that led him to his mistake. I mean, look at that guy in Portland a few months ago. I mean, he could have continued on for years if he hadn't assumed that the cops were all a bunch of yokels." He knew that his term bothered Blake, since she pulled a face, and he shrugged. "Well, he did use that terminology."

"I know, but you could be a bit more respectful." In that moment, she sounded a lot like his mother and he frowned a little as he looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so harsh." She reached out and rested her hand on his upper arm, and he sighed, letting her rub his arm gently. It was going to be a long case.