The next morning, at his office in Quantico, Spencer poured himself a cup of coffee. He drank it black- Aaron didn't like it when he had sugar, he said I made him hyper. He grimaced at the taste, maybe, a little sugar wouldn't hurt. What his lover didn't know, wouldn't hurt him right? He reached for the sugar when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey, Pretty Boy," his best friend Morgan greeted him. "How are you this morning?"

"Uh," Spencer paused, his heart pounding. He had almost deliberately disobeyed Aaron. How could he be so stupid? Of course Aaron would find out, he always find out when he disobeyed him. Why would this time be any different?

A look of concern crossed Morgan's face. "Spencer?" he softly questioned, trying not to spook the kid. Just as if a switch had been turned on, Spencer smiled at Morgan and assured him that everything was fine.

Not truly believing him, Morgan wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted when Emily Prentiss walked in. "Morning, guys," she greeted as she pulled off her coat. "Is it wrong that I'm hoping we get a case that takes us someplace warm?" she asked with a small smile.

Spencer opened his mouth to spout out some information, but stopped when he saw Aaron walk out of his office. He pressed his lips together, remembering that Aaron had made it clear that he doesn't like it when Spencer tells useless facts every chance that he got.

"Good morning, Hotch," Emily was the first to greet him.

Aaron walked over to Spencer and gave him a side hug. "How is everyone this morning? Spencer, is that your coffee? May I have a drink? The pot in the kitchen is empty, I told one of the interns to fill it back up, but that will take a few minutes."

Nodding, Spencer handed the cup to his fiancé.

To the outside world, this looked like just a common act of love between two people, however, Aaron really just wanted to make sure that Spencer was following his 'no sugar rule'. What better way to prove that he was following his request then to taste test the coffee himself?

"Thank you, Spence," Hotch gently brushed his lips against the thin man's temple.

It was a sweet moment between the two, but it only lasted for a few seconds because a female voice called them into action.

"I need you guys in the conference room in five," JJ called as she walked out of her office and into the briefing room, not even looking at them.

"I wonder if it's a bad one," Spencer muttered to himself and flash back of their last case came flooding back.

Emily crossed her fingers, "Let's hope it's someplace warm."

They all took their place at the table, waiting for JJ to start the briefing. As she handed out files to everyone, she began to talk. "In the last three months, five young teenagers have gone missing from a small town in Arizona."

"I'll take it." Emily muttered and Spencer and Morgan smirked.

JJ gave her a weird look, but continued, "The strange part is that none of them have been found."

Five pictures of young teenagers popped up on the screen.

"If none of them have been found, how do we know the cases are related?" Emily asked. "I mean people go missing all the time."

"Yes, but it's a small town and they haven't had a missing person or murder in over thirty five years. And the UNSUB mailed a letter to the police after each abduction. They all said the same thing. They were all written in purple ink and on yellow construction paper." JJ pulled up the letter on the screen. It simply read 'I have the boy'.

"I have the boy," Rossi read out loud. "That's it? Nothing else? No ransom, no threats, no taunts?"

"JJ, we have practically nothing to go off of here," Morgan said, setting the file down.

"None of the bodies have been found?" Spencer asked, speaking for the first time.

JJ shook her head. "No."

"So is the UNSUB keeping them alive or just really good a disposing bodies?" Emily asked no in particular.

"If he's keeping them alive, then why continue to abduct other teenagers? Why risk getting caught?" Morgan pondered.

"He wants a selection. He gets bored easily. He wants to be able to have an option of who to torture in that moment." Rossi explained and everyone suddenly felt sick.

Hotch closed his file. "Wheels up in thirty."

…

There was a gentle knock on Aaron Hotchner's office door. "Come in," he called. The door slightly opened and Spencer walked in. He smiled at his love. "What can I do for you?"

Spencer looked tense, but when he saw Aaron smile at him, the tension melted. He quickly walked across the room and hugged his fiancé. Aaron rubbed his back this his strong hands as he wrapped his arms around him. When Spencer looked at him, he crushed his lips onto the soft, pink ones that belonged to his love.

After a few seconds, Spencer pulled away, remember the reason he was here. He gently chewed his bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to bring up the subject. Unfortunately, he didn't have to because Aaron picked up on his distress.

"What is it?" he demanded to know.

"I was wondering if, maybe, you could put more money on my debit card?" Spencer swallowed hard. After they got engaged Aaron wanted to merge their bank accounts, but when he saw Spencer's spending habits, he decided that he needed to teach him how to be more responsible with money. Aaron when to the bank and had the bank set up another account that he could transfer money to at any time. That way Spencer still had money, but he could monitor how much he spent.

Aaron crossed his arms. "I gave you one hundred a month ago. Where did it go?"

Spencer looked at the floor. "Um, I bought food when we were out on cases, gas, I bought a few books as well, but only two."

"You have a library card. You know you aren't allowed to buy books. They are a waste of space and money." He said with a tone that was clear he was unhappy.

"I know," Spencer whispered so softly that Aaron could barely hear. "I'm sorry."

He stared his thin partner down for half a minute before he gave in. "Okay, I will give you $50, but you have to promise that you will spend the money I give you more wisely."

Spencer nodded eagerly. "I promise," he said before he left to get onto the plane.

…

On the plane, things played out as usual. The sat around and talked. Spencer had talked Emily into playing a game of chess with him. She was good, but she was no Gideon. Spencer miss his old mentor to the point that it hurt, but he knew he couldn't voice his opinion of the legendary man. His fiancé never did like how close they were.

Emily was about to win when Hotch announced that they would be landing soon. "But I was about to 'check mate' his butt," Emily said with a slight whine to her voice.

Spencer let a small smile play on his lips. "Only because I let you."

His chess partner raised an eyebrow. "Did you now? Tell me, did you let me win last week too? What about the week before that? Did you let me win then too?"

Spencer was about to respond when Morgan put in his opinion. "She has a point Pretty Boy,"

Spencer just shot him a glare, and Morgan laughed.

Aaron cleared his throat as the plane was landing and spit the group up into their respected assignments. Rossi and Spencer would go talk to each of the families, Hotch and Morgan would go to the alleged abduction sights, and Emily and JJ would go to the police station and get settled and explain how things worked to the local police officers.

Before Spencer could get off the plane Aaron roughly grabbed his arm. "Aaron, you're hurting me," Spencer said calmly, not wanting to agitate him anymore then he clearly already was.

Aaron's grip tighten even more, making it clear to Spencer that he wasn't playing around. "I don't want Morgan calling you 'pretty boy' anymore, understand?"

Spencer looked like he had been slapped. "Honey," he tried to explain, "It's something he has always done! It doesn't mean anything! I promise! You know it doesn't mean anything."

The anger didn't leave his eyes and his grip tightened even more. "Are you see him behind my back? Is that where that money went? To pay for your dates and hotel rooms?"

Tears started to form in his eyes. "Aaron!" he tried to scream, but his came out more pained then aggressive. "I'm not cheating on you! Where is this coming from? You aren't making any sense. Please, let me go, you are hurting me."

…

Rossi stood outside the plane, waiting for Spencer to come out so they could go interview the families of the victims. After waiting for ten minutes, he decided that he better make sure Spencer was alright. The last thing he wanted was to get his ass chewed by Hotch for not taking care of the little guy. The closer he got to the plane, he could hear a distressed voice coming from inside. He couldn't make out what the person was saying, but he could tell it was Spencer. He quickened his pace to a fast jog, he ran up the stairs to the plane. His stomach dropped at what he saw. Spencer had salty tears streaming down his face, Hotch was clutching onto the kid's upper arm. Spencer's cheek was red, but he couldn't tell if it was from the crying or from something else.

"What is going on here?" Rossi asked in a loud, authoritative tone.

Hotch snapped his head up and immediately released Spencer. "It's nothing Dave. I'm just discussing something with Spencer."

"Well," Rossi said slowly, "we have a case to get to and it doesn't look like Spencer is in the mood to talk right now."

Aaron stared at Rossi. "Fine," he said after a long pregnant pause. "Spencer, I will see you tonight, remember what I told you."

Spencer scurried toward Rossi. The older man put a gentle, but firm hand on Spencer's shoulder and tried lead him off the plane, but Spencer stopped and turned toward Aaron one last time.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice shaky.

"I will see you tonight," was all he said before Rossi rushed him out of the plane.

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