Elle reached in to the mini fridge in her hotel room when she heard a knock on the door. She placed the small bottle down and walked over to the door. She looked through the peep hole and was glad to see who it was. She quickly composed herself and opened the door.

"Hey." Spencer spoke softly

"Hey" Elle responded a bit taken back. Of course, her and Reid were friends and they were close but not once Spencer come by her room on a personal visit. She wasn't 1oo% sure he was here on a personal visit but something about his body language told her.

His eyebrows narrowed as he spoke, "You okay?".

Elle forced a weak smile, "Yeah. Why won't I be?"

Spencer ducked his head avoiding her glare as he entered. Elle didn't know what to think. Why was he treating her like a china doll? Why wouldn't he look her in the eye? Why did she since something more?

"No, Really. Come right in." she stepped back and reached for the small bottle she left on the mini fridge. Im really going to need this now, She thought. She caught spencer glare and couldn't help but see the worry in his eyes. Elle was a little taken back. Why was he worried? She was almost insaulted. Did he think she couldn't do her job?

"Wanna check my I.D.?" Elle retored. She wasn't in the mood to be lectured, she couldn denied the face that she did enjoy his company. She walked over to the small table in room. She opened the bottle and poured it in to her glass. Spencer sat on the dresser across from her.

"I thought maybe you might wanna talk." Spencer said nervously. The team was always close and they watched out for each other, but there was always a fine line they never crossed.

"huhh. Don't go all profiler on me." Elle picked up her drink and took a small slip.

Spencer was taken back. Elle had always very private about… Well, Everything but she was never so defensive. This worried Spencer.

"Elle, you got shot in your own home and then came back to the BAU like nothing even happened." Elle body tensed up. Everyone kept asking, "Thinking you might wanna talk isn't profiling" Reid shock his head. In all honesty, he was concerned. He wanted to help her, "Its psych 101"

In a weird way, Elle ways had a soft spot for Reid. How awkward he was, And how he always tried to be normal. But most importantly, how he never changed. Elle took another sip of her drink as she stared Spencer down, watching his face change and contort

"Please." He spoke softly, almost a whisper. His eyes begged her to let him in. Elle took another sip as she thought about what to do. She slowly placed her glass down and picked up another small bottle. She motioned for Spencer to join her. He hestitated before deciding to join her. He grab a glass and pulled out his chair. As he sat down, Elle slid over a small bottle. Reid picked it up and read the label in true Spencer Reid fashion. He twisted the cap off and pour it in to his glass. Elle took a deep breath before speaking.

"After he shot me, He reached in to my wound so he could write on the wall in my blood. I was barely conscious but I could… I could feel his had in there," her voice started to shake, "and sometimes its like I can still feel it."

Her eyes started to water. Her walls, the ones she worked so hard to build up, were crumbling. Falling down bit by bit, She felt so exposed.

Reid shock his head. He was glad she was letting her in but he hated seeing her like this. "Elle, He's dead. Your right here. You won."

(This is where shit chances)

Elle looked into Spencer's eyes. She knew that he was right but she couldn't belive it. She was trying to forget about it.

"This is the first time I've felt good since it happened." Elle spoke quietly. She took another large sip of her drink. She looked away trying to hide her tears. She didn't want spencer to think less of her. She didn't look back at Spencer until she felt a warm hand cover hers. Her eyes dropped to his hand wrapped around hers.

"Its normal for people who have faced a trauma to experience depression, But Elle, just know you can depend on me. I'm here for you… always."

Always. His words lingered in the air. Elle look down. She wanted to belive him. She wanted to trust that he won't leave her. She couldn't. Everyone always leaves, she said to herself.

"You … you cant say that." That broke the flood gate of tears. Streaming down her face. She pulled her hand from under his.

"What?" Spencer said hurt. He didn't know what he had don't to make her assume that he was untrustworthy.

"It not you. Its everyone. God, Spencer!" she pushed her chair out and walked to the mirror. She stared at her own face. Makeup running down her face, hair a mess. She covered her face with her hands and murmured, "Everyone leaves. Everyone leaves Spencer."

Spencer stood up and walked over to Elle. He stood behind her and lightly places a hand on her shoulder.

"Elle..." his voice was shaking. "I'm not going to leave you. I never will. I promise."

Smut? Normal story?

Okay smut version first!

Elle turned around. Spencer took a step back and watched as she wiped away her tears. Spencer saw a need in her eye. A need to be held. He reached his arms out and wrapped them around her shoulders. She stepped in to him and rested her head against his chest. Spencer was a bit shocked by her warmth. He liked being close to her. Elle reached around Spencer's waist and pulled him closer. She like being close to him. She forgot what it was like to be held close by someone that really cared for you. She then relized that this is where they should be. Tonight, now forever. She wanted to be with him. Her hand moved up his back and around to his neck. Her hands cupped his check and he was nervous. She felt him heart beat pick up. She laughed.

"Do I make you nervous Spencer?" she asked trying to relive some of the tension left in the atmosphere.

Spencer gulped as her hand started to stroke his cheeks,"Uhh.. No." he said very on convincingly.

Elle smile devilishly. She reached up and kissed him softly. At first Spencer didn't kiss her back. He wasn't sure what to do. On one hand he wanted so badly to kiss her back, but on the other hand he was sure she only kissed him because she was feeling lonely. Elle went to kiss him again but he pulled back.

"Elle, You don't want to do this. Your feeling lonely, which is complete normal for someone who recently went through a trauma. You don't… you don't want me." Spencer said heart broken. He ran his fingers through his hair.

Elle was confused but gratefully that he was so concerned for her.

"No, your wrong. I've always wanted to do this. Wanted to be with you. Trust me Spencer, I wouldn't do this if I didn't want too." She up for another kiss this time Spencer kissed her back. Her lips parted and she begged him to do the same. After a moment of contemplating what to do he gave in. The second his lips parted her toungue darted in his mouth. The kiss deepen. Theyre passion was undeinable. Elle pulled back this time. She panted for a moment before looking back up at Spencer. She was a bit light headed from her emotional break down. She look up a Spencer with lust leaking from her pore, her eyes surrounded by desire. Her hand dance to his shoulders before she pushed him on the bed behind him. Spencer didn't know how to react. He sat up and lean on his elbows.

"You know," she spoke as she climbed on to him, "I've always wanted to do this."

She straddled his lap. And gripped the collar of his shirt. She leaned down to kiss him again. He fought for dominance. After a moment of resisting , she gave in. She let go of his collar and started to unbutton his shirt. His hand found he waist as he tug at the hem of her polo. Elle looked up at him with a smirk.

Spencer immediately felt imbarest "Oh...Umm… We don't have too… I mean I understand-" She cut him off with a soft kiss.

"Spencer, Its okay. Just keep going. If I want you to stop I'll tell you okay?"