A/N: Hey everybody. So yeah, a Criminal Minds fanfic. Yay. I don't know how far I'm going to get with this. But here goes. I won't post the second chapter until I get a few reviews. Just want to know if people are interested. It's already written. I would like some feedback first. And first some background info: October Brown (Toby for short) is a girl. I feel the need to say that. She's a character I made up and whenever I write a Criminal Minds fanfic I include her. She's smarter than Spencer, she also has an idectic memory, but only by two points. She's also the same age as him. I think that's everything I want to include. So go and read! Enjoy!

Toby's POV:

It was probably around midnight, I didn't know. The clock was out of my sight, somewhere on the other side of the room. But that wasn't an issue, I didn't really care. There were other things on my mind. My laptop was sitting next to me, the soft glow changing as the show played. The rest of the room was dark and I liked it. Not really the dark but the safe feeling of being in my room. A box of candy was resting against my stomach, half eaten. I had already gone through another pack. It was lying on the floor next to my bed. I told myself I would pick up the box later. And eventually work off everything that I had just eaten. "You know, that sugar won't do you any good." he said quietly. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the comment. I knew he was right, but still. I wanted to enjoy my day off, something which was rare. Either I never had a day off or when I did, my phone would ring and call me into work. "I'm serious. Slow down."

"I'll go to the gym tomorrow. Promise." I replied, popping another piece of candy into my mouth. I smirked at him, turning back to my laptop. The movie carried on as we talked. He tried to grab the box from on top of my stomach but I was quicker. I pulled it out of his hand and placed it next to me. There was no way he was getting any. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I smiled, happy to feel him behind me. I felt safe there, more so than anywhere else.

"So when can I have some of that candy?" I shook my head no, grabbing the box before he could. My fingers wrapped around the box with a tight grip. His hand slipped under my shirt and onto my stomach. His hands were cold, making goose bumps form on my skin. I squirmed in his arms, trying to get away. Spencer's fingers danced across my stomach gently. "Your stomach may be flat now but if you keep eating it won't be anymore." I stuck my tongue out at him. His fingers were dangerously close to my hips, making me aware of what I was feeling. My eyes closed for a second but then opened before I replied.

"Hun, it will always be flat. Don't worry about it." I let a piece of the candy slip between my lips, careful not to let it fall. It was sweet, one of my favorite candies. His lips suddenly hit mine. He caught me by surprise. I knew he was in power and that didn't bother me. The piece of candy was gone and he pulled away. A smile was stretched across his face and I knew he had the candy. I heard the crunch of it in his mouth. He may have gotten a piece, but that was all he was getting. He flipped me over so that I was facing him. The look in his eyes gave away what he wanted. That sparkle in his eyes, they looked brighter then usual. It always did but I acted like I was unaware of it. I was fine with that. A piece of his hair fell in front of his eyes, making him look cute. I pushed my own hair out of the way, wanting it to be in a braid or ponytail. Spencer moved his face closer to my own, making me subconsciously part my lips. His hand tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and then rested on my cheek. His head tilted slightly so our noses wouldn't bump. I took a breath in, ready for what was coming. Our lips met instantaneously, knowing exactly what to do. The kisses were sweet and slow. That was normal for the two of us. I hooked a leg to his side, pulling myself on top of the man. He rolled onto his back, making things easier. I just wanted to be close to him, and right now I wasn't were I wanted to be. Hair fell over my shoulders, brushing his face. I didn't pay attention when he grabbed the edge of my shirt. The kiss was broken for a few seconds to catch our breath and to pull my shirt over my head. The pants were quickly stripped off before leaning in for another kiss. I deepened it as soon as our lips met and Spencer quickened it. Things were going smoothly and I ran my hand through his hair, fingers curling at the tips. Next thing I knew I was lying against the bed and he was on top of me. His shirt had been lost seconds before and my hands ran along his stomach. It was smooth and my fingers traced the faint outlines of his abs. He was never one for being muscular but he was perfect for me. "Toby…" he whispered between kisses. My eyes fluttered open, looking him in the eyes. He smiled briefly. "I love you." I smiled back, wrapping my arms behind his neck.

"I love you to, Spencer." Another kiss attacked my lips. I was grateful to have him with me. My back arched into him as his fingers brushed my side. He smiled between two kisses, knowing he was getting closer to my soft spot. His thumb rubbed gently against my hip, right on the edge. A soft moan escaped my throat. Now we were both aware of what I was feeling and where I wanted this to go. A few seconds later, a hiccup followed. My cheeks flushed as Spencer pulled away. He started to laugh quietly. I gave him a sorry look but I knew I was forgiven the second it happened. Another hiccup came and my hand flew to cover my mouth. He slipped off me, landing next to me. His mouth opened to say something but was cut off by the ringing of our phones. We both let out a sigh, grabbing the phones from the night stand. New case, plane leaves in an hour, it read. I rested my head on his chest, wrapping my hand around his waist. "I don't want to go." I whispered. His fingers ran through my hair, combing it gently.

"I know. But we have to. I don't think the team would get very far without our genius minds." I giggled softly, knowing they would get along fine without us. They had Garcia and she was the key to our team. He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. It was time to get dressed and head to the B.A.U. Grabbing a shirt out of my closet, I hopped into a pair of dress pants. Spencer returned to the bedroom, his go bag in his hand. "Where's your bag?" he asked. I pointed to the bag sitting in the corner of the room. Normally it would have been in the car but I had just replaced everything in it. He grabbed it and disappeared from the room. After pulling my hair back into a braid, I followed him out to the kitchen.

"Let's go. We have an unsub to catch." I smiled and linked our arms together. We stopped in front of the door.

"But I get a kiss before we leave." He winked and leaned down to let our lips meet. It only lasted a few seconds but that was all I needed before we left. We both knew we wouldn't have a moment like this for a few days. As I grabbed my gun from the side table, I put the bag over my shoulder. The gun fit into my holster perfectly.

"I would put that back if I were you Miss Brown." I looked up and Spencer turned towards the voice. We both looked at the man standing in the hallway, gun pointed at us. I gasped quietly, grabbing his hand. His grip tightened, trying to reassure me that things would be okay.

"What do you want from us?" he asked, taking a step in front of me. He was trying to protect me. I knew that much. I just wanted to know why the man was in my house holding a gun to the both of us. He was foolish. He was against two FBI agents who both had guns. He was out numbered but he obviously had a plan. I wanted to know what it was. I placed my hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly.

"Put down the bags and guns, and maybe things will turn out fine." the man growled.

A/N: And cliff hanger , See y'all in Chapter 2...maybe (;