He paces, unable to sit, unable to stop thinking about everything that was wrong since seeing Lila in the police office.

"This isn't….I can't believe….The rules specifically…. I can't get fired. I'm going to get fired and then… homeless…. Oh god, I'm going to be homeless. I can't be homeless. I wouldn't do good on the street, Elle! I'm too skinny. I get cold easy and-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Elle asks, looking at him like he's insane. He really needs to stop speaking when he's thinking. He knows he doesn't make sense, his brain moving too fast.

"Lila!" He says, turning back to face her.

"How did you get from Lila to…. never mind, I don't even want to know what's going on in that head of yours." She waves him off, looking annoyed with him.

"She's the girl!" He explains. "From the art gallery."

Elle's eyes widen. "That's…. damn, boy. I know I taught you well, but she's a complete hottie, and I don't even play for that team."

What team, he wondered, but lets it go. It's not important right now. "What do I do?" He asks.

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

He continues to pace. "Well, the right thing to do would be to… ignore what happened and be professional with the case. That's what I should do. I mean, it's already bad enough that I had intercourse with a victim!"

"She wasn't a victim then, Spencer." Elle says, leaning back against the bed.

"Technically, she was! We just hadn't connected her stalker to the crimes." He says, looking back at her. He doesn't understand how she can be so calm.

Elle smirks at him. "You like her."

"What? No! We just… It was…"

Elle gives him a look and he knows that he can't hide it from her. He sits next to her. "Okay, I like her. a lot. What do I do? I can't… I can't do anything about it now! She's a victim of our crime."

She shrugs. "Why not?"

"She's a victim of our crime. It's… If anything were to happen, it could just because psychologically, she knows that I'm part of the team that is helping her -"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Spencer. She liked you before the crime, She'll like you after for the same reasons."

"But it's against the rules." He tries again.

She smirks and tugs him by his tie, closer. "So break 'em. Didn't you say a while back that you could break the rules?" She taunts, before moving on his lap.

Elle has a way of making him forget the problem at hand, maybe it was the way she pressed herself against him, making the blood rush away from his brain. He presses his lips against her neck, smelling her perfume. Elle had a point. He had already broken many rules by having a physical relationship with her, would it matter if he did the same with Lila?

Deal Breaker || One Small Step

Elle nudges him as a squad car drives away with Maggie in the back.

"So 'you fell in', huh?"

He flushes a little. "You told me to break the rules."

She laughs. "Lucky it was me and Derek rather than Hotch."

His eyes widen. "Oh god, Derek won't tell, will he?"

She smirks. "Oh no. So… are you going to stay the night? Keep her safe after her traumatic experience, hero."

He looks over at the ambulance where they're checking Lila out to make sure she didn't suffer any injuries or anything. She was trying to push them away, blanket wrapped around her in case she was in shock. "I don't think I should. It would be-" He looks back over at her. "What?"

"If you stay the night, you're totally getting laid."

His jaw drops. "Elle!"

She laughs. "What? You save a girl's life and you don't think she's going to give you some?"

He looks around to make sure no one listening to their conversation. He turns his attention back to her. "You really think so?" He asks, softly. "That would be.. I'd be taking advantage of her…."

"It's not taking advantage if she wants it, chico." She pats his cheek before walking off.

Deal Breaker || One Small Step

Spencer checks the large hotel room before he looks back at her. "It's safe."

Lila looks a little hesitant but enters the room. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

He shakes his head. "I don't mind staying."

"Really? I'd like the company. Don't really want to be alone, you know?"

"She's going to be in custody. They won't let her go." He tries to encourage her.

Lila nods, running her fingers through her hair as she sits on the couch.. "I know. When do you think I'll be able to go home?" She asks, turning back to him.

He thinks about it, sitting on the arm of a recliner. "In a couple days. Since we detained her in the house, the crime scene unit will want to get any evidence that could help the prosecution, but you shouldn't be out for long." He nods. "You'd want to go back to that house?"

"It's my home."

"But you're renting it. You could move."

She shakes her head. "I'm not going to let her take everything. She's not going to get out right?" She stands back up, pacing a little.

"With the evidence the police has, the gun and our profile, it's a pretty strong case. I would assume that a jury would find her guilty, yes."

"Then why do I have to move?"

"It would be safer. Just because we've caught Maggie, doesn't mean that her obsession with you has stopped. Actually, the erotomania could continue through her life and you staying in this house could to her, make it seem like that you're trying to keep in contact by not changing anything."

She stares at him, blankly. "So what, you think I should move to DC?"

He looks confused. "How could you move to DC when your job is here?"

She laughs, making her way over to him. "You're kind of cute when you're clueless, Spence."

The corner of his lips quirk into a half smile as her fingers brush against his forehead, pushing the hair out of his face. He looks up at her. "It's very brave of you to not want to change your life because of what happened, but I think for your safety, it would be necessary." He says as she tucks his hair behind his hair, her fingers moving over his neck.

"Can't I just keep you around? You seem to keep me pretty safe." She murmurs.

He blushes, a little and stammers, unsure of what to say to that. She laughs, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"I haven't thanked you for saving my life yet." She says, softly and he shakes his head.

"You don't have to thank me for that. I was just doing my job." He looks up at her again and she smiles.

"Well, I think that I do so thank you." She places one hand on his cheek before kissing the other. He smiles at her as she pulls back.

"You're welcome."

Deal Breaker || One Small Step

Spencer stares up at the ceiling as he lays on the couch. This hotel room was bigger than his apartment and he felt out of place. Definitely since there was a woman in bed in the next room. He should get up and finish his files but doesn't want to make any noises that could wake up the woman. She had fought going to sleep in the first place. He chews on his bottom lip before he sits up, turning on the light next to him and grabbing his bag.

A few minutes pass before he hears a door click and he looks up to see Lila standing at the doorway. His eyes run up her bare legs until he reaches her hips and tears his eyes away at the realization she's in only her white tank and a pair of underwear.

"Uh… I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep." He says, keeping his eyes off of her.

"Me neither." She says, before she moves towards him. He looks up at her face as she picks at her nails. He doesn't understand how she's so comfortable with the fact she's not wearing much of anything.

"She was my friend." He frowns at her words.

"I'm sorry. " He says and she raises her chin to look at him.

"It's messed up that I'm thinking about her isn't it? She killed five people."

"She was your friend." He repeats her words and she nods before scoots closer to him, leaning against him. He tenses a little at first before wrapping his arm around her. Her hands move against his chest after a few moments and he finds himself holding his breath. Even though Elle had told him that he might 'get some", he couldn't imagine himself actually taking advantage of her like that. The kiss in the pool had been uncalled for. This…would be much worse. She looks up at him before she tilts her head towards his and kisses him softly. He responds at first, but pulls away.

"Lila, we can't." He says.

"But my case is over…"

"I know, but you're hurting and-"

She kisses him again, before he rests his hands against her elbows, pulling away just far enough to speak. "I don't want to take advantage of you." He says, softly, eyes focusing on her lips. She pulls back the rest of the way to look at him. He raises his eyes to hers, unable to read her reaction. She looks a little confused and then slightly relieved.

"Will you at least come lay with me?" She asks after a minute or so and he nods.

"Of course."

She smiles as she takes his hands. He moves off the couch, keeping his eyes on the floor as he follows her. She sits on the bed before she smiles.

"Cute jammies."

He looks at himself. He's wearing his normal blue pinstripe long sleeve button up and matching pajama bottoms that he always brought on cases. He blushes a little. "They're…uh…."

"Can I wear the top?"

He frowns. "Of my pajamas?"

She smiles. "Yeah. I'm kind of cold."

He looks at her, eyes running over her neck and chest before his eyes widen and he tugs the baggy pajama shirt up over his head. He hands it to her and she laughs at his reaction before putting it on. "How do I look?"

It was strange seeing a woman wearing his clothes and yet, very attractive. He smiles at her before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Beautiful." he says and she smiles largely. Once he's comfortable, she rests her head on his chest, making her self comfortable around him.

"So… Can I ask you some questions?" She asks. "I feel like I should know more about you than I do, after everything that's happened between us."

"Sure." He murmurs, feeling her breath against his skin and trying to focus on her words instead.

"Boxers or briefs?" she pauses and begins again before he can even question why she'd ask something like that. "Wait! I already know that one. Uhm… cats or dogs?"