Spencer rolled in bed, feeling an empty presence, he jolted up. "Sam!" he called.

"Yeah?" a female voice replied, he relaxed, ever since she was almost kidnapped because of his job, he became more and more protective over her.

A girl walked out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a shirt that was too big and went down to her knees. "What's up?" she asked, walking over to Spencer who was still sitting up on the bed. "Nothing... I was just worried about you Sam." he said.

Sam smiled and kissed him quickly, he chuckled and pulled her onto his lap, making her giggle and smile. "Well, you better get dressed, they need you at the BAU in about 30 minutes." she said, slowly getting off his lap. He chuckled, getting off the bed and wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. "Your so... Perfect. Did you know that?" Spencer complimented, kissing up her neck. She let out a soft moan and unwinded his arms around her waist. "Spence, you really need to go. Do you really want Hotch to be all up in your face?"

He sighed, kissing her one last time before walking into the bathroom. Spencer walked out of the bathroom, all ready. Sam smiled, walking up to him, fixing his tie and collar. "Bye Spence, I'll see you later." she said, he kissed her quickly. "Bye Love." he cooed, kissing her again before finally walking out the door.

Spencer walked into the bullpen, seeing Emily and Morgan talking. "Hey Kid, what's with the smile on your face?" Morgan teased, "It's nothing." he replied, shrugging off the subject. "Ried, where's your badge?" Prentiss asked, "Oh no. I left it back at the apartment!" he groaned. "Hotchners gonna kill you, for being late and for forgetting your badge." JJ said, walking into the room.

Spencer's phone rang, he answered it with a simple "Hello?" He smiled, hearingthe voice of Sam reply. "Hey Spence." she greeted happily. "Oh, thank God! Sam, did you by any chanc-" he was cut off, "See your badge?" she finished.

"Yeah." he confirmed. "Well, I'm riding up your elevator right now Spence." she said, making him smile even wider. "Thank you so much Sam." he said, Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ giving him a weird look.

The elevator made a ding sound, Spencer turned around to see Sam holding his badge. Spencer smiled again. "Hey, Pretty Boy, mind to introduce us?" Morgan smiled. "Yeah, guys, this is Sam, Sam this is Emily, Morgan, and JJ." Sam smiled sweetly. "So, I'm guessing you and Ried are dating?" Morgan smiled. "Uh... Yeah. We've been together for about 2 weeks." Sam replied. "Wow, I thought you never had it in you Kid!" Morgan teased again, giving Spencer a pat on the back. "We'll give you some alone time." Prentiss said, pulling along Morgan as they all left them alone.

Spencer gave them a small 'thank you' nod and turned back to Sam. "Well, now that we are alone, can I have my badge please?" he smiled, reaching out to take it, she grinned mischevously and held it away from him. "What's the magic word?"

"Please?" he begged, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Well... Since you said please..." she kissed his cheek and pressed it against his chest. He chuckled and took it. "Well, I best be going. Goodbye Spence." she kissed his lips quickly. "Bye Sam." He frowned as she saw her leave to the elevator.

"Nice one Reid." Morgan complimented, recieving a slap on the back of his head from Prentiss. "Seriously Reid, she's really beatiful..." JJ said, "I don't even know why she likes me, I mean, she's the only girl that has ever even looked at me in that way!"

"Reid, don't mess it up. She seems like she really loves you." Prentiss said, making Spencer's eyes go wide. "Wait! No, we're not in love!" Spencer blurted out. "So, that's what your afraid of? Love?" JJ asked, he looked down. "Well, I believe it's non existant." he said.

Prentiss shook her head. "You'll understand, besides, your only 22."

Sam smiled, hearing the door open, she turned around, seeing Spencer looking frustrated. She walked up to him, a frown still upon his face. Sam looked into his tired brown eyes, his hair was messed up in a sexy way and his shirt was ruffled and stained with blood splatters. "Spencer... Are you alright?"

He sighed, "Yeah... I'm just tired, and I feel really... dirty..." he said, walking over to the couch and sulking into it. She smiled, bending down and kissing his cheek tenderly. "Come on, take a shower, it's almost 10." she said, he groaned and reluctantly got up. She took his hand and led him to the bathroom, he smiled at her.

She returned his smile and left him in the bathroom to shower. He walked out a few minutes later, he walked into his room, seeing Sam laying on the bed. "Sam?" he called out, she turned around, smiling as Spencer laid down beside her.

"Do you believe in love?" he asked, turning his whole body to her. "Well, that really depends... Do you?" he shuffled uncomfortably. "I don't know..." he replied, she smiled and stroked his cheek, his cool skin feeling amazing against hers.

He shut his eyes, enjoying her silky smoth skin, "How old are you again?" Reid asked, "I'm 19." she replied, "Spencer, I do believe in love. Do you?"

"I'm in love with you Spencer..." she said, waiting for his reply. He kept quiet, his eyes opened looking into her light green eyes. "I'm sorry Sam, but I don't." he said, looking away, "Oh... Well, it's okay." she said, laying flat on her back.

"Well, Goodnight Spencer." she said, shutting her eyes and falling asleep. He frowned, knowing he hurt her feelings by the space she left between them. Spencer slowly pulled her closer to him, he felt needy and wanted her closer to him.

Spencer woke up, again, feeling an empty presence beside him, he sat up, "Sam?" called out for her, hearing nothing in reply. He sighed, turning to his bedside, seeing a note.

Spencer,

I had to go, I had an early photoshoot.

Sam

Spencer frowned, usually she would write her name with a heart or a smily face, and usually she would write 'Spence' instead of 'Spencer'.

He set down the note, taking his cellphone from his bedside and called her.

"Hello?"

"Sam, where are you?" Asked a very worried Spencer.

"I'm fine, I'm just at a photoshoot."

"Love, are you staying over tonight?"

"Sorry Spencer, I can't."

"Why?"

"I really have to finish editing these pictures."

"Can't you do them here?"

"Reid, I really want to finish them, and I'm pretty sure I won't be able to finish them if I stayed there."

"Sam, if this is about last night... please. Tell me."

"No, I need to finish these. I'm sorry."

She hung up, leaving him in a haze. "What did I do wrong?" he asked himself and got up to change.

Spencer walked into the bullpen, a frown upon his features, "Why the frown Reid?" Prentiss asked, "I think Sams angry with me." he said. "Oh no, Reid, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! I asked her if she believes in love, I told her I didn't and she said she did, then she told me she loved me and then I told her I was sorry and the-" Prentiss cut him off, "Wait! She said she loved you. And you apologized?" she scolded. "Well, technically love is just Lust, Attraction and Attachment." he countered, "Reid! You have to get out of your head sometimes, she's absolutely perfect for you!"

"How?" he asked, "Reid, she's beautiful, she's tall, she can defend herself, she's smart, and she actually loves you!" she replied. "How do you know? You've met her once." he asked, keeping his face calm. "Garcia." she replied. He nodded, knowing that he had to fix it.

Spencer walked up to her door, "Sam? Open up. Please?" he begged, knocking on the door. He pulled out his key and unlocked the door to her apartment. He walked in, finding her living in perfect order, he walked into her bedroom, surprised by what he found.

Her whole room had been trashed, her bedsheet on the floor, a picture of them on the floor and her laptop turned on, and her lamp had toppled over, he walked over to her laptop, pressing a button, it opened and showed him her email, his eyes widened at the message someone sent her.

Hey Baby, it's me Jake, I just wanted to ask you why you haven't ended it with him? End it with him now. Or I will kill him.

He panicked when he heard a noise from her bathroom, he whipped out his gun and busted the door open, his blood boiled when he saw Sam gagged and an offender holding a knife to her throat. "Well, hello there Spencer. Nice for you drop in." he said.

"Okay. Let her go, we both know that you don't want to hurt her." Spencer said, "I'm sorry, if I can't have her, nobody can." he said, about to slice her throat, but Spencer had already shot him, dead in the forehead.

Sam ran away from Jake, into Spencer's waiting arms, he kissed her forehead through her black bangs. "It's okay Love... He won't hurt you anymore..." he cooed, running his hands through her hair. She cried into his chest, he hugged her tightly. "I love you Sam... I don't ever want to loose you..." he said, undoing the gag around her mouth. "Spencer..." she whispered, "Are you sure?" she wondered, he nodded. He kissed her reassuringly.

She pulled away, a sharp pain on her neck, she touched it feeling a liquid on her finger tip. "Your bleeding..." he said, touching the small slice on her neck. She flinched away, he quickly retracted his hand and kissed her forehed. "I'm sorry."

He pulled out his phone and called up Hotch, telling him about the problem. They all rushed over, finding Sam still wrapped up in Spencer's arms. He gently let her go, setting her down on the couch. "I'll be right back..." he said, she whimpered but nodded.

"So, what happened Reid?" Rossi asked, "Well, I came over here to fix things up, then I checked her room, it was already messed up, and I heard something from the bathroom, so I went to check it out, then I saw Sam gagged..." he gulped. "It's okay Reid. That's enough." Prentiss said, Spencer nodded, walking back to Sam who was scared out of her life.

After they left, Sam was still scared out of her mind, she held onto Spencer as he comforted her, being who he is, he knew well what could happen to her. "Sam, stay over at my place tonight..." he said, her body still curled up against him on the couch.

She nodded, taking heavy breaths and hugging him tighter. "Spencer..." she started, he turned to her, "Yes?" he replied, stroking her cheek lovingly. "I need to tell you something..." she continued, he nodded for her to continue. "He...He... Violated me..." she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. His blood boiled again, wanting to kill that man. He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. "Sam... Look at me..." he said, she kept looking down, not wanting to make eye contact. "Sam. Look at me." he said again, she took a breath and looked up at him, "Sam, I'll take you to a clinic tomorrow, we need to have you checked." he said. She shook her head. "No... Spencer... Please... I just want to stay with you..." she said, hugging onto him tighter.

"Sam, please. Just let me take you to a hospital." he said, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. "Spencer... No. He used a condom..." she said, keeping her voice quiet. "Just please tell me something..." he stopped, "Did he take away your virginity?"

Sam took a deep breath, nodding slightly. "I was waiting for the perfect guy... and you were the one who was supposed to take it..." she admitted, not looking into his brown eyes. He kissed her forehead, hugging her closer to him. "I'm flattered," he joked. "Baby, do you wanna go back to my place?" he asked, she nodded. "Come on, why don't you change." he said, "Come with me." she said, he nodded. She slowly stood up, walking into her bedroom, Spencer's arm around her waist.

She took out some fresh clothes from her drawer and set it down on her bed, where Spencer sat. "Well, I'll leave you be." he said, about to walk out of the bedroom. "No! Spencer... Please. Stay." she pleaded, he nodded, turning around as she changed. "Okay." she said, he turned around and smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned onto him as they walked out ofher apartment, locking it securely.

Spencer unlocked his car, opening the passenger seat door, she got in and buckled her seat belt. He shut the door and walked over to the driver's seat. He quickly got in and started the engine. Spencer smiled, feeling Sam press against him as they made their way up the stairs and finally reaching his floor. He unlocked the door, they both walked in, Sam's eyes fell to the magazine that lay on his coffee table. "Spencer... What's this?" she asked, her eyes filling with tears as she held up the magazine, a picture of Reid and Lila was printed on the cover. "Oh... That's nothing..." he replied, taking it from her hands and dropping it on the floor, the tears in her eyes fell as it opened to a page with Spencer and a celebrity girl.

"Please. Sam, listen to me!" he said, taking her hand. "No!" she shouted, pulling her hand away, and running into his bedroom and slamming the door shut and locking it. "No! Sam! That was from an old case!" he shouted, trying to unlock the door. He pushed against it, trying to bust it open, until finally the door gave in and it burst open, he quickly rushed to her side, seeing her sitting on the foot of the bed.

"Darling, please, I love you. I would never do that to you." he said, kissing her cheek. She kept quiet, looking down. "Sam. I'm not mad at you. You've been through enough." he said rubbing her back. "Sweetie, go take a shower." he said, she nodded. "Spencer... Could you..." she paused, looking down. He stood up and quickly removed his shirt, he removed his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers. "Spencer... I love you..." she said meekly, he turned around meeting her gaze. "I love you too." he said, she gave him a small smile and kissed him. "Come on," he said, carrying her bridal and setting her on the sink counter top. He lifted up her shirt, having no sexual thoughts at all, knowing all well that at her current state she would not be interested in that now. He undid her jeans, gently pulling them down. She leaned into him. He seperated from her, turning on the water as it filled the tub. He took her in his arms and set her in the warm water. After she was done he picked her up bridal style and set her down on the bed. He slowly laid down beside her. She hugged him tightly hiding her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. "Go to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up." he said, kissing her forehead.

She nuzzled to him closer, feeling his warmth. She closed her eyes, her mind flashing the images of her assault, her eyes bolted open and jumped off the bed, away from Spencer. "It won't go away..." she said, looking down, her tears falling. "He can't hurt you anymore Sam... I'll be here to protect you... I promise..." he reassured, getting off his bed and wrapped his arms around her, she cried onto his bare chest, enjoying his warm body. He stroked her hair, his other hand on the small of her back.

"Spencer... Don't leave..." she whispered, he placed his head on hers gingerly and pulled her closer. "I won't..." he said, hugging her tighter. "Now, try to sleep. I understand that you have been through alot." he kissed her forehead.

Sam whimpered, she had never shown this side to anyone, not her mom, never her dad, and not even Spencer. "Sleep." he simply said, giving her a small squeeze and closing his eyes.

2 months later...

Spencer smiled, he finally got his old Sam back, she was healthy, and smiling. He laid down on his bed, Sam still had her own place, but she barely stayed there, simply because Spencer wanted her to sleep beside him. Sam smiled, crawling onto his bed, his scent intoxicating her. Spencer smiled, pulling her ontop of him. She giggled. About to kiss him. "Did you know that Seminal fluid can potentially contribute to romantic love. Reports suggest that the liquid that surrounds the sperm contains dopamine and norepinephrine as well as tyrosine, an amino acid the brain needs to manufacture dopamine." he blurted out, making her giggle, "Spencer, you have nothing to be nervous about..." she said, leaning back down to kiss him, his hand slowly went up her back, stopping at her bra clasp, she rolled over, pulling along Spencer, he held himself up, careful not to hurt her. She pulled on his shirt, trying to bring him closer, he held back, still keeping the distance between them.

She frowned at his distance, he immediately felt her lips curve down slightly and pulled away. "What? Did I do something wrong?" Spencer asked, his eyesbrows cocking together. "No... Your just so distant..." she whispered, he frowned at himself.

"I'm sorry... I'm not used to this..." he said, getting off her and sitting up on the bed. She followed him, sitting down beside him. "Spence, everybody has a first time, you just need to get out of that genius head of yours and actually learn about the things in life." she said, smiling and kissing his cheek. He smiled, looking her in the eyes.

"Baby, I love you. Now, let's sleep." she said, turning his head to look at her, she gave him another smile and kissed his lips. "Baby? Since when do you ever call me that?"

"I dunno, I wanted to!" she giggled, "Well, what do you want to do? Hotch gave me tomorrow off, he said you had something to do with it." Spencer said, his voice still the same young, yet deep matured voice. "Well, I was thinking that you needed a break, especially after what happened to your knee." she said, he chuckled and pulled her onto his lap. "Spencer..." she moaned as he started kissing up her neck, she gripped onto him tighter, she moaned quietly and pushed him back, leaning up to kiss him, he hungrily kissed down her chin, she pressed against him harder as he gently set her down on the bed.

No, they didn't have it.

Sam woke up the next morning, Spencer still asleep beside her, she grabbed an oversized shirt and slipped it on, she heard Spencer groan. She looked back, seeing Spencer sitting up, his eyes still droopy. "You alright Spencer?"

He nodded, "Yeah... I'm fine..." he said, "Well, I'm going to go make breakfast, see you in a few minutes." she smiled, bending down to kiss him before leaving his room. He smiled, feeling happy after a long time.

After they ate he settled down on the couch, pulling Sam along. He patted the space beside him, she smiled and shook her head. "Why?"

She giggled, bending down and kissing him, he took her hands and pulled her onto his lap, she pulled away. "You know, it seems like thats all you've been wanting to do ever since last night!" she smiled, he grinned when he felt her playing with his hair. "I was thinking of having a hair cut..." he said, she hung her mouth in shock.

"Why? I love your hair!" she exclaimed, tucking his dirty blonde hair behind his ear, "Well, it's getting too long..." he said, swatting her hand away carefully. "Sure, if thats what you really want." she smiled, kissing him quickly before walking back into their room. She walked out a few seconds later, her phone in hand.

"Hey, Sam. Can I borrow your phone?" he asked, reaching out for it, she nodded and handed it to him. "Wow, your actually letting me borrow your phone?"

"Well, I have no secrets." she smiled, walking up behind the couch and kissing his cheek. "Hey, whose Zack Addy?" he asked, "Oh, he's my friend..." she shrugged, jumping into the seat beside him, a lollipop in her mouth. "Well, then why is there a heart beside his name?"

"Well, before we started dating, I had a minor crush on him..." she blushed, he caught it immediately and hung his mouth, a small smile noticeable. "What kind of guys do you even like?" he asked.

"Well, I don't really like muscular guys... I prefer a nerd, with a hint of craziness... Oh, and he has to have a really amazing job." she said. He smiled, "But, I'm not any of those." he said. "Spencer, you have a normal build, your definately smart, and you have a really amazing job!" she smiled, kissing his lips. He pulled away, browsing her phone again. "I'm guessing this is Zack?" he asked, holding up her phone with a picture of Zack and herself. "Well, yeah..." she replied.

"How old is he?" she rolled her eyes and replied, "He's 21, he works for the Jeffersonian Lab, and he has really awesome hair." she said, he shuffled uncomfortably. "Aw, my little baby jealous of little Zacky?" she cooed, he rolled his eyes at her childish act. He wrapped his arms around her waist, "No. I'm not." he said.

"It's alright to be jealous Spencer..." she said, "I am not jealous. Never have I been and never will I be." he said flat out. "So, what your saying is that you wouldn't be jealous if I picked Zack over you?"

He looked at her, "That's just unfair." he said, she grinned. running her hand through his soft hair. "Are you obsessed over my hair or something?"

She nodded, "Clearly." He smiled, "Well, Zack's hair is darker and he does have a fringe..." she swooned, "Okay, Sam. Please. Stop." he said, a serious look on his face. "What's wrong Spencer?" he didn't reply, he set her down on the the couch, off his lap. And grabbed his gun from it's holster on the coffee table. She sat down, keeping her mouth shut. He opened his bedrooms door and held up his gun, ready to shoot. He relaxed when he saw a cat jump from his window sill. He shut the window and walked back into the living room. He turned back to his living room, Sam was gone. The door wide open.

Sam was gagged and blindfolded, she tried to cry out but failed, her hands were tied together, same with her feet. Tears spilled from her eyes, but was easily soaked up by the dark cloth over her eyes and tied roughly on the back of her head. She could feel she was in a car. A moving one to be exact.

She heard a van door slide open and a hands pull her out, she squirmed trying to get loose, but failed when she felt a sharp pain on her arm, she lost control of her muscles and couldn't move at all. She felt helpless. She felt weak.

Spencer panicked, rushing into the Bullpen, "What's with the rush, Kid?" Morgan asked, his feet up on a table. "Sam's been kidnapped." he said, keeping his anger low, and only focusing on trying to find out who kidnapped her. Morgan looked at him, Spencer kept his face straight. "Reid, your gonna have to stay out of this." Prentiss said. "No! I am not! I will not let my feelings for her affect this case." he said flat out.

"Reid. Your out, Prentiss, Morgan and I will handle this case." Hotch said, walking into the bullpen. "But, Hotch-" he got cut off, "Reid. That is an order." he said sternly. Spencer kept quiet.

"Garcia, hack into Sam's email. Check for anything suspicious, like messages from unknown email adresses, and check her phone for any messages or calls." Hotch said, talking to Penelope on the phone. Spencer sat down on his chair, wishing that they wouldn't have to invade her privacy. "Reid. Go home." Hotch ordered. Spencer reluctantly left, knwing he'll have to figure out where she was even without their help.

"Got it, Sam recieved about 39 emails from a William Spar. She didn't recieve anymore of them because she blocked his email adress, and recieved about 60 from Reid, and I checked her phone calls, she's been getting more than a hundred calls from an unknown number." she said. "Garcia, background on Spar." Emily said, turning her attention to the flat screen. "Let's see... He was arrested for stalking, let out early for good behavior, then a restraining order was placed on him by an Elizabeth Boray. And his wife died 3 months ago." she said, showing a picture who looked exactly like Sam, only with blonde hair. Hotcher sucked in a breath, he already saw this before. "Garcia, pull up the case of Emily Dawson and Michelle Moore." he said, Garcia nodded and showed their pictures on the screen. "He's going after women who look like his wife." Hotch said. "Garcia adress!" Prentiss said. "Uhh...73 Lovett street!" she said, "Let's go!" Morgan said.

Spencer walked up the steps to William Spar's house, knowing all well he would be home. He kicked the door open, pointing up his gun. He heard a scream come from upstairs, he ran up the stairs, not even thinking. And then metal collided with his head. He blacked out, only hearing her screams.

He woke up, strapped to a chair, his gun hanging on the door of the basement.

"Sam..." he muttered, his voice still weak. He heard a light whimpering noise, he looked up and saw Sam cuffed to the low ceiling, only in her jeans and bra.

"Spencer... I'm sorry..." she whispered, looking down in shame. "No... Sam. I swear I'm going to get you out of here." he promised, trying to break the ties around his wrists. "Well, nice to see our audience has awoken." William said, walking down the basement steps. "William... Let him go." she said, "I'm afraid I can't do that..." he said, pressing the cool tip of the knife against her bare stomach. "Don't you love her?" Spencer asked, trying to sound convincing. "Of course I do, though she's been very uncooperative..." he said, his hand moving up her bare side, she tried to move away, but failed due to the fact that she was chained. "Don't touch me you sick bastard!" she shouted. "Aw, thats not a very good language, we have a guest."

She stared at him with rage and anger. He smiled at her, standing behind her, his head resting on her shoulder. His hand continued going up her side, he stopped and groped her. She hissed and bent her leg, kicking him in the balls. "Argh!" he screamed, holding his area. "Fine! Have it your way you bitch!" he shouted, grabbing a needle from a table, walking over to Spencer. "No!" she screamed, trying to wiggle free again. "Don't worry, it won't kill him. But, it will paralyze him, keeping him completely consious." he said, injecting it into Spencer's arm. The medication kicked in quickly, making Spencer sit still, unable to move, the only thing moving were his eyes. "Now, back to what we were doing..." he smiled evily, she squirmed, "No! Let me go!" she shouted, "I'm sorry, but we've only just started..." he smiled, kissing her neck, she continued struggling, but he always slapped her everytime she tried to kick him. His hands traveled down to her jeans, unbottoning it.

"FBI! Let her go!" Hotchner yelled, busting the door open, Prentiss and Morgan following behind him. Hotcher arrested him as Emily unlocked the chains, Sam cried and hugged Emily, crying onto her shirt, Emily stroked her back, trying to be comforting. "Sam..." a voice whispered, she pulled away seeing Spencer moving again, she smiled and hugged him, he put one arm around her waist. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, she looked down at him, tears forming. "It's not your fault." she said, pulling back and took the shirt Emily gave for her to wear. She slipped it on and looked into his droopy eyes.

"I love you Spencer..." she said, making his lips curve into a weak smile.