*Morgan's POV*
As soon as I woke up, I take the ring out and look at it. All I can think about is Spencer. I'm still in love with him and I still get upset some mornings when I wake up and he's not there. I moved a lot of his stuff into my house. We had planned on moving in together. I was going to propose to him two weeks after we caught that bastard, Richard. I can't get over the fact that my Spencer is dead and no one will pay the price for it, that bastard is dead. My heart is broken and I don't know what to do.
The alarm rang and I knew I had to get ready for work. I walked to the kitchen and started brewing my coffee and tied one of Spencer's ties around my neck. I fill up my thermos and as I take a sip, I can see Spencer sipping his coffee and reading his book. I have to leave the house before I start crying again. I can't cry today, this is my first day back and I need to have something to do other than miss Spencer. I can't cry today.
When I walk into work, I go straight to Hotch's desk; I was unable to miss the stares and looks of sadness and empathy. When I got to Hotch's office, I closed the door and he looked at me.
"Reid used to do that when it was important. Is it important?"
"I just didn't want to see their looks. I-" I paused and looked at him, "you think of him too? It's not just me?"
"No, I miss him deeply. You know he was like my son and my actual son loved him. I didn't have the heart to tell Jack that he died. He didn't need more death in his life," Hotch looked down sadly. There was a soft knock on the door before we heard Rossi's voice:
"Guys, we need you in the conference room, we have a new perp." We both sighed at the same time and Hotch got up, we walked to the conference room and sat down. Time to get back into the swing of things.
