"The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all these living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another."

Thomas Merton

Mondays were never a slow day for the BAU, always a diferent case, a different UnSub that needed to be caught before he hurted any more people. Even tough he doubted his works, wishing he could do more with his knowledge, Spencer enjoyed it. His teammates became his family.

Although they are his family, none of his coworkers knows about Maeve, a fact that he wants to keep that because of the danger she lives in, and the fact that he wants to meet her face to face first, even if the tought of it is making him terrified. Now that he has stopped to think about it, that is huge step in their relationship. A real risk and a great step to their relationship, which are, as a matter of fact, things he isn't used to.

He had never had a real girlfriend, one he would hope to get married and have children with, but he knows that if he does make a family with someone, then she's the one for it.

"Morning my fine furry friends." Garcia announces, entering the conference room to present the behaviour analyses unit new case. She was always like this, happy and bubbly, which was a very hard thing considering what she sees on her screens everyday.

"What do we have today, my baby girl?" Derek, in his usual confident and flirty tone asks.

"Our new case is in San Diego, so far three college students, with agaes between eighteen and twenty-two had been abducted and appeared dead two days after each kidnapping." Penelope answers as pictures of the girls show up on the big screen.

"They have been simply executed, a gunshot between the eyes, clean shot, our unsub is highly skilled." Spencer says, flicking trough the pages on his paper file. "Have they suffered any sexual assault?" He asks and Garcia nods in denial, and Hotch tells the team they'll leave in thirty minutes.

"What is it Spencer?" Alex asks him, noticing his distractive behaviour that morning and on the past weeks. "Is it about her?"

"Her?" Spencer asks, noticing Alex Blake is starting to realize the reason of his behaviour.

"The phone booth girl, the one you went to talk with that day." She explains, he knew that this day would come, it wouldn't take long for people to notice.

"Can you not tell anyone?" He asks "I just don't want to tell anyone now. Maybe later."

"I see, she's special then." Alex muses "Don't worry, you can tell me more later, if you want to. Now we better go."

Spencer follows her into the elevator, glad that she is not pressing him any further about his mysterious girl, and about the reason of calling in a phone booth. Maeve would probably laugh at the nickname she was given, she'd say: if I am the phone booth girl then you're phone booth boy. And somehow the thought of it made a wide grin appear in his face.


The plane ride was filled with questions and theories about the case, with still no profile defined. Now as they waited for the results and interviews the team tried to reformulate and prepare their profile for presentation.

"So he doesn't have a specific type, he picked a blonde, a brunette and a redhead." JJ says after coming back from the morgue. "The girls have been kept hostage without any food or water."

"And the marks on their waist? Was is identified?" Spencer asks, looking at the new pictures she had brought.

"Apparently it was a chain, tied on the waist, so that none of them could go any where." Rossi answers for her. "It is effective way of keeping them."

"He'd need space to keep them, they were so signs of glue in their mouths of any fabric." Spencer notes and picks his phone "Garcia, I need you to look for mens, with an age above twenty, that own a house, or even a warehouse that has enough space on a basement to keep them hostage and tie with up chains."

"I'm on it sweet cheeks." Garcia says hanging up.


Maeve's days were usually the same, sometimes she would go out, other times she would just stay at home a read a book, or analyze some researches her old boss would sometimes send her. It was nice of him to do that, it kept her busy with something, and not thinking about being followed around.

As she sipped her tea, she thought of her iminent date with Spencer, and how much it was going to affect her life. Maeve has been scared for long, but that does not mean she is weak, only that she doesn't want anybody to get hurt for her. Because that is how it always ends. With people getting hurt, and that is not something she wants to happen, especially with Spencer, who has been so kind and with whom she slowly but surely has fallen in love with.

She still recaled their first letter, where he asked for suggestion on a treatment for his migrains after finding one of her published works on the subject, it is funny to look back and see how much their relationship has evolved. From a letter asking about a article she wrote, to a -somewhat strange for other people, who simply can't understand- love relationship.

She had been in only one serious relationship so far, and that has not ended well, but Bobby was nothing like Spencer. Spencer understood her, and didn't gave up, or ran away when she told him about the stalker, instead he belived in her and offered help. He did not understood when she didn't accepted it but he also did not pressed any further, agreeing with her reasons not to. She worried about him everyday, knowing of his dangerous work; he insisted that the chances of him getting hurt at the BAU were minimal, still, she knew that it is was a dangerous life that he lives.

To put that thought away, Maeve decided to go for a walk, but this time, she wouldn't take anymore chances. Making a disguise was relatively easy now, with her practice.

"What will I become today?" She muttered to herself, looking at her wigs. She had two, a blonde one and a light redhead one. Both chosen for not ressembling her dark red hair in any way. Her disguises had become a way of her to go out of her house and still remain safe. Her life had been a living hell for the past year, and it did not good that no one belived in her, most just thought of her as mad.

Deciding on her blonde wig, Maeve went to the ever familiar bookshop, with a specific book in mind. It's a book she wanted Spencer to have, even though she did not knew if he had already read or not, it was likely that he had, considering his love for Conan Doyle, but it was the book she was reading right before their first phone call.

"I would like the narrative of John Smith, please." Maeve said and the attendent nodded, turning arround and going into a small room on the back of her shop.

"What is your name? we need it for our selling file." She asked and Maeve bit her lip, thatw as always a tough part, having to lie about who she was. But it was her only way to remain hidden.

"Joan, Joan Clarke."