(A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Criminal Minds. I DO own Embreonna Harlow...and the story line and junk like that. Let me know if it's long enough...cause the margins on this are different from what I use to type it on...enjoy!)

July 13, 2011

Spencer,

I can't sleep; I again find my mind working against me as the night takes over the world. I find comfort in knowing that when this happens you're only a letter away. Though the more I think about it the farther you seem.

I'm not sure why I haven't been able to sleep though, and I'm sure you could give me a million possibilities (of which I would listen to every one) but I'm willing to give it up to being stressed about my final tests… My conscience has been getting the best of me about it. And no, I'm still not going to tell you what the tests are for yet…you'll soon find out on your own.

I miss you. I'm glad we've been able to keep in touch. I don't really talk to anyone who lives in my area any more. I haven't been able to look anyone in the eyes here. They try to treat me like I'm broken and don't have the ability to be fixed, when in fact I have never and will never be broken. What they don't seem to understand is that it is all in the past. Now the question that I have, if I'm able to let it go; why can't they? I can't thank you enough for coming to see me every now and again. For showing the town and myself that I'm still me and that he couldn't rip that away from me for anything.

You better not have cut your hair…I swear…I'll find you and make sure you never have coffee ever again. Yeah, I can make it happen. Don't doubt my powers…my coffee stopping powers. I'll follow you everywhere if I have to.

With or without your long hair, I can't wait to see you again; it may be sooner than you think…

-Embreonna Harlow

SPENCER'S POV

I had spent a good chunk of the day reading over Embreonna's letter, as I did every letter I had gotten from her, but this letter had something about it that made me keep reading it. I didn't even need to be looking at the paper to know what it said…I had it memorized after reading it for the first time. Reading it over on the paper itself though, made me feel like I had just gotten the letter for the first time, every time. I smiled when I read that she missed me, I couldn't help it.

"Reid." Derek Morgan called from his desk.

I jumped and quickly put the paper down on my desk, "Yeah?" I asked looking over to him.

He was looking at me with his eyebrows raised and his mouth hanging open slightly, "Are you okay?" He asked leaning on the arm rest of his chair.

I gave a confused look, "Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Well you've been staring at that paper for about an hour now. Either it's a problem you can't figure out…or something is wrong." Morgan replied leaning back in his chair.

"Oh, it's just a letter from a friend." I smiled looking down to the letter.

"Oh yeah, who is it?" He asked.

"Embreonna Harlow." I replied looking back to him, wondering what he would say to this.

He got a confused look on his face, "Embreonna Harlow…why does that name sound familiar?"

"Embreonna Harlow…we saved her…the Stop Shop killer…" I said trying to refresh his memory.

"Right, I remember now." He said slowly nodding his head.

"Yeah, I've been writing her since it happened. Sometimes I'll go and visit her. You know, keep in contact." I said not really knowing what to say.

"Keeping in contact, huh?" He said narrowing his eyes at me and rolling his chair over to me. I could sense what was about to happen.

"Y-yeah I'm just uhh…k-keeping in contact with her." I said shifting my eyes from him to the letter.

We both jumped for the letter, but I was too little too late. Morgan grabbed it with a grin, stood while walking away from me. I got up and went after him, but there was no use getting the letter back until he was done with it.

"Aww, she misses you." He smiled with a cheesy smile.

I sighed, "From what she says…" I said reaching out for the letter.

He moved it out of my reach, "You don't believe her?" He asked raising an eye brow.

"Believe who?" Emily Printess asked walking up to the counter that Morgan had led us to.

"Nobody…" I said reaching for the letter again.

Morgan held it out of my reach, "Embreonna Harlow, he's been writing and visiting her since what happened." He said quickly passing the letter to Emily.

I sighed as she read it over, "Aww." She echoed Morgan's words from before, "She misses you." She smiled.

I quickly snatched the letter from her hand, folded it, and put it in my pocket, "Yeah, I've gathered that…" I said grabbing a coffee mug from the counter.

"Is that what you don't believe?" She asked following my actions.

"Do you really blame me?" I asked raising an eyebrow while pouring coffee into our cups.

"Come one, Reid. You've got to start giving yourself some credit." Morgan said leaning against the counter on the other side of me.

"Look I've come to terms with the fact long ago that I'm not…" I started not knowing how to finish that statement.

"Not what?" He asked with a grin.

"Not…well I'm not like…like you!" I quietly shouted while adding sugar to my coffee.

"And that's a bad thing?" Printess joked taking the sugar while I was still pouring, her way of telling me I had enough sugar in my cup.

"And what's so bad about being me?" Morgan asked in a mock offended tone.

"You get around." Printess replied while taking a sip of her coffee.

"I get around?" Morgan laughed slightly wide eyed at what Printess was saying.

"The last girl you were with," Printess started.

"What about her?" Morgan asked.

"What was her name?" Printess finished slightly turning her head to the side, waiting for an answer.

Morgan opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He started to shift his eyes back and forth as if he were searching his memory but was coming up short.

"My point has been proved." Printess smiled.

"With all of that aside," I started, "I was talking about Morgan's confidence. Not his lacking ability to at least remember the girl's names." I said with an eyebrow raised, smirking at the last part of my sentence.

Morgan narrowed his eyes at us, but didn't say anything; mainly because he knew we were right.

"I don't see why you don't have confidence. Do you know how hard it is to find a guy like you?" Printess asked raising an eyebrow or her own.

"A guy like me?" I asked.

"Yes a guy like you. You're sweet, smart, loyal to people…" She said taking a break to shoot a look to Morgan, who in return only grinned and shifted his eyes, "and by the sound of the letter, she likes you a lot." Printess finished.

"What made you think that?" I asked as we all made way back to our desks, which were luckily close to one another.

"Well for one, she missed you. For two, she didn't want you to cut your hair." Printess smiled.

"She didn't?" Morgan asked.

"You had it and you didn't even read the whole thing?" I laughed.

"No, I got to where she misses you and started teasing you…because I care." Morgan smiled.

"Yeah, well, she threatened to take away my coffee if I were to cut it…which I did." I replied.

"Damn, she means business to be threatening coffee." Morgan laughed.

Printess smiled, "I just wonder what she means by 'I can't wait to see you again; it may be sooner than you think…'" She said looking to me.

I raised an eyebrow and looked to my desk.

You're not the only one…