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It's been about a week since Spencer was attacked by that wolf creature, and yet the bit mark on his shoulder wasn't going away. The doctor said it wouldn't scar but it looks as if he had just been bitten that second. He decided that he would pick up some anti-scaring cream from the drug store after work one day.

On the way there he felt very, very hungry. So he went to the local diner to get some breakfast since he had plenty of time till work. In the diner, his nose picked up on many smells. The frying grease, cleaning products, perfume from the waitress, but one smell made his mouth water…the smell of hamburgers.

"I'll have two hamburgers please, as rare as possible."

The waitress nodded and walked away. Soon she came back with the hamburgers. The smell of the beef sent Spencer's scenes on a rampage. Before he knew it he ate both hamburgers in a heartbeat. The waitress stared at him when she came back to check on him.

"Wow…you sure were hungry" then she smiled and got him the bill.

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Spencer walked into the BAU office with a smile on his face. He was full and sated with the hamburger meat he ate. In the office his senses were once again on overdrive.

He smelled everything, he could hear everything, and his eye sight was sharper than an eagles.

He sat down at his desk and started his paperwork. He was on such a drive because of his heightened senses that he finished the entire mountain of paperwork in only three hours.

Hotch was stunned when he walked down to the bull pen to find his paperwork was in the "out" pile.

He checked some of them over and found that they were prefect. Hotch smiled, "I'm very impressed Reid."

"Oh thanks Hotch, guess I was just on a roll today." It was true; he had never felt this good in a long time.

After work, the team decided to head to the local bar for drinks and dancing.

Morgan as usual was dancing with a pretty girl, Rossi and Hotch were talking at the bar, and the girls were chatting at the table while being harassed by some other men which the keep brushing off.

Spencer was sitting with the girls and noticed a woman about his age was staring at him. She had long black hair and was quite attractive he commented to himself.

Usually, Spencer would just look away and blush but tonight he felt…more confident. Like he was on top of the world rather than on the side lines. Spencer got up and walked over to the woman.

"I couldn't help but notice you looking at me" he said with a smirk.

The woman chuckled lightly. Spencer smiled brightly, "Would you like to dance?"

The woman nodded and they got up on the dance floor. He wasn't awkward, clumsy or even stepping on her toes. He dances gracefully and perfectly. The woman was having such a great time and smiled when he twirled her around.

Spencer was having fun too but then his senses went on over drive again but this time he felt much different than being at the office. The woman's smell was different now, it wasn't just light perfume that she was wearing. This smell that seemed to overpower his nose, he couldn't describe it at all. The smell made him feel, primal almost. He quickly ran out of the bar as well as grabbing his coat along the way and literally ran back to his apartment.

Morgan was going to drive him home since his car broke down a few days ago and was in the shop. Yet Spencer managed to make it home beyond record time, ten minutes. Which made no sense since his apartment was over thirteen miles from the bar. How did he run so fast?

He went into his apartment and went into the bathroom. As he splashed cold water on his face to cool of his raging emotions and senses, he looked into the mirror and backed away in shock.

His eyes…they were bright yellow. Like that creature in the forest that attacked him. He nearly screamed but then noticed that the eyes faded away and they became a plain brown again. He sighed in relief. But that wasn't the end of his problems.

First he will have to explain to his friends at work tomorrow why he ran out of the bar like that. Second how will he control…whatever was wrong with him?

Frustrated and swimming in rage, he decided to go to bed.

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Spencer woke up to the sound of scratching noises. His vision blurry from sleep, he looked at his clock.

3:45am.

He groaned and got up, wiping his eyes as he staggered over to the living room, which was the source of the noise. He looked around and saw nothing. Then he heard the noise again…it was coming from his front door. Then he heard barking. He looked out of his peep hole on the door and saw nothing. Slowly he opened the door to find a large dog, sitting on his door mat.

"Are you lost?"

The dog tilted his head to the side and suddenly burst into the apartment. "What a strong dog" Spencer thought. Spencer tried everything he could to get the dog out of his apartment but the dog growled when he got too close. He was about to call the police and report a rabid dog was in his living room when he heard a voice.

"I may be a wolf but I'm sure I'm not a rabid dog as you called me."

Spencer turned around and saw a man sitting on his couch looking at him…which yellow eyes.

Spencer froze and sucked in a breath. There is a dog one minute then a man the second.

The man smiled, "I guess you have never seen another werewolf before?"

Spencer blinked…a werewolf? Suddenly he felt like he was in that awful book with the vampires that Garcia forced him to read.

"That's…impossible, werewolves don't exist" Spencer shot back.

The many only smiled, "Then I suppose having yellow eyes and nearing attacking a girl at a bar for no reason is normal?"

Spencer froze; this man has been following him somehow. Before Spencer could reach his gun on the table next to him, the man already swiped it and threw it to the other side of the room.

"I don't think we'll be needing a gun, after all it won't do you any good."

Spencer cursed to himself, the man had him trapped.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Seth; I'm the alpha leader of a pack that lives close to the city. This is our territory."

Spencer snorted, "Werewolves DON'T exist." The man smiled and in an instant he was a wolf again.

Spencer stepped back, in shock and fear. Then the man turned back into a human.

"Are you convinced?"

Spencer stood still, "Why are you here?"

"Simple, you have turned into a werewolf so I've come to collect you."

"…collect me…."

"You can't live among humans, eventually you'll slip up and your true natural will be exposed. Imagine what will happen when you suddenly change into a werewolf in your office. What do you think will happen?"

Spencer narrowed his eyes, "Well sorry to burst your bubble, but I haven't turned into a werewolf or anything. I'm simply having some issues after being attacked by an animal on a case a week ago."

Seth was started to get annoyed, "Regardless if you have changed or not, you're coming to live with the pack."

"You can't tell me what to do! Get out before I call the police that some deranged man broke into my apartment!"

Seth's eyes became yellow again but they looked much more sinister. The man grabbed Spencer's collar and was about to drag him to the pack himself, when….

"Hey Spencer what they hell is all that noise? Are you ok?"

The voice of his neighbor outside of his door made Seth stop in his tracks. With a low growl released Spencer and went for the window.

"I will be back for you" he said before he leapt out of the window and ran off into the night.

Spencer sighed with relief but was still worried at he would come back.

"I'm fine Mr. Rogers."

"Alright then, but please keep it down."

"Sure thing."

Spencer locked the window and made sure everything else was locked so the man couldn't come back in.

Before he fell to sleep he made a mental note to be more weary if he saw any "dogs" where he worked or around his apartment.

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