Jack is at school when the intercom buzzes so Spencer has no option but to answer it. He wonders if he should be embarrassed about relying on the young man so much during this period, but he has to admit that because Jack reminds him so much of Aaron, Spencer finds it quite easy to relinquish control to him when things begin to gather momentum around him, threatening to take him whole. Shaking his head, trying in vain to disperse the wayward thoughts, Spencer views a familiar face through the state of that art camera, that Aaron had installed after Foyet.

"Come on up" He states into the receiver, buzzing the door. Spencer takes a quick sweep of the living room, making sure that it is suitable for guests, not that he really needs to worry. He hasn't been sleeping very much lately and finds the mundane tasks of tidying, and re-organising the contents of the room, is one of the few things he can do to stop, well to stop thinking, to stop his mind creating a downward spiral of linear and non-linear lists of things he has to do, things he should do, and things he definitely doesn't want to do.

"Spencer?" The questioning words of Jennifer Jereau stops him, and he forces a smile as he sees her walk through the door with a cardboard box in her hands, which has an official Federal Bureau stamp emblazoned on its side.

"Hey JJ, come in, do you want a drink? We have coffee, tea, soda, well whatever Jack has left, juices, lots of juices, cranberry, grapefruit, apple, orange, this weird exotic fruit juice that only Aaron likes, I guess it might have gone off by now, but still-" He's rambling, the words spilling out of his mouth at increasing speed, as he mentally ticks off every drink in the cupboards; but he can't help it, he would think JJ would remember what he was like at work, though he would have been more likely to ramble about victim profile statistics than the contents of his kitchen.

JJ manages to stop him with a "Tea is fine Spence" without even a hint of a laugh, as Spencer blinks twice and goes into the kitchen without another word. She shakes her head, as if she expects nothing less from the genius, before dropping the box onto the nearest table, a little surprised that there is a spare surface that isn't covered in books. To be honest the room looks immaculate, nothing is out of place, yet the clutter is prominent in its absence. Even though JJ knows that Spencer downsized a lot of his collections of books, articles, and just well, stuff when he moved in with Aaron she is slightly taken aback by the emptiness of the room. Aaron had made a few comments over the years about the way Spencer's stuff had started to 'infect' the apartment.

"I swear every time I turn round he's managed to get another book into the room. I don't know how he does it. I catch UNSUB's on a weekly basis, yet I am of yet unable to prove that he's doing anything. He tried to tell me the other day that a copy of a brief history of time, was Jack's"

JJ smiles sadly at the memory, as she surveys the room, trying and failing to stop herself from analysing the reasons for its new almost minimalist decor. She's still doing it when Spencer walks back in two steaming cups in his hands, one of which he gives to JJ.

"I thought there was a rule against members of the team profiling each other" Spencer asks, once again ignoring the box JJ has brought with her. His tone is lightly teasing, and JJ can't help but rise to the bait.

"Well you're not a member of the team, so all bets are off"

Spencer tries not to react to the statement, he's not been a member of the BAU for 33 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 12 hours, but it stings, at least before he still had Aaron, but without his team who does he have now? No one Hankell's voice supplies into his ear.

"Spencer. I'm sorry, it's not intentional, and it's just hard to switch off that part of your brain sometimes, I'm sure you know the feeling"

This is one thing Spencer can definitely relate to.

"Of course I do. But if you ever find a way to switch off your brain, please let me know" He replies, trying to keep the levity out of the conversation, though he knows it is a losing battle. JJ nods sympathetically, as she manoeuvres them to the leather sofa's taking a seat across from Spencer's favourite arm chair.

"How are you doing?" She asks, and taking on the pose and posture that Spencer has seen replicated in every person that has asked him since Aaron . . . left.

"Why don't you tell me?" Spencer asks, his voice trying to convey his sincerity, as he pulls a small notebook out of his back pocket and hands it to JJ.

"Spence" she starts, as she stares between him and the book.

"No I mean it. Even after what I said, it would be good to hear your opinion. I have been keeping a log of my behaviour, noting down everything I do, because you're right."

"Right about what, I haven't said anything" JJ asks, now clearly perplexed.

"I need to profiled, while at least watched or monitored. This, trauma for the lack of a better word is a textbook trigger for schizophrenia. A recent 40 yearlong study in Finland strongly suggests there is considerable evidence indicating that stress especially anxiety and grief is a risk factor and may trigger episodes of schizophrenia. Stressful life events have been linked as risk factors for schizophrenia as well as relapse or triggers for episodes of schizophrenia"

"Spencer-"

"No, JJ please, I need to look at this objectively, hence the log book. When my father, left well that triggered a full schizophrenic episode in my mother that she never fully recovered from, and I spent my entire childhood looking after her. I just need to be, evaluated. I was going to go to one of the doctors at my mother's rest home next time I visited, but if you could do it for me, it would save so much time, I wanted to do it discreetly, without Jack knowing, and I could make arrangements and-"

Spencer looks so hopeful, that JJ can't help but move from her perch and kneels next to him.

"Spencer, honey you're grieving and I really don't think that this is an appropriate time for a psych evaluation, and when it is the right time, I don't think I am right person to do it."

"We, well you have to evaluate UNSUB's every working day. And I don't need a full investigation into my psyche I just need to know if I display any traits in someone who could be associated with someone who may be suffering a form of schizophrenia. I just need to know if I have to make arrangements for Jack, if I have to remove myself from Aaron's estate."

JJ wants to dismiss his worries. She wants to tell him that he has no cause for concern, that he has enough to deal with without worrying about his mental health. She wants to reassure him, tell him that there is nothing in this book that can tell her anything that she doesn't already know. But she doesn't. Even though she may not have worked with spencer for three years, she still knows him. She can still tell from the jut of his jaw, and the steely edge his eyes have taken on, that this is not a subject that can be dismissed, or fixed with a few heart felt words. He won't stop until he has a full diagnosis; she knows if she doesn't say yes, he will simply seek out someone else. So she agrees, she smiles sadly and pats his hand as she places the book in her handbag, and promises to look through it, though she knows she will not be the one to diagnose his condition, unless it shows that he is a danger to Jack, something that she highly doubts.

"Thank you JJ, it means a lot." It is almost as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, he smiles the first true smile he has bestowed upon her all day and even asks about the box that he has steadfastly been ignoring since her arrival.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asks, though he cannot keep a sour note from his voice.

JJ nods, "It's all of Hotch, Aaron's belongings, everything that was at the BAU. There is also several DVD's Aaron had made for you, and Jack in the event of his death."

Spencer stills at this. He had expected a box, all of Aaron's belongings, to be taken and given to him; he had been dreading it, if he were to be honest with himself, the photos and the small ornaments that forever adorned his desk would no longer be there, Aaron would no longer be there. Yet what shocks the genius the most is the DVD's plural. Aaron has spoken on rare occasions about making something for Jack in case of his death, but it was always that, an idea, a half realised notion that Spencer had no idea Aaron had actually put into practice, let alone making one, or more both Spencer and Jack.

"How many DVD's are there?" Spencer, asks as his eyes dart across the box as if it is about to move.

"There are sixteen for Jack and fifteen for you" JJ replies quickly. "He made one each year for both you and Jack, according to the dates on the discs, and before you ask I didn't know about them until yesterday when Garcia managed to unlock the safe in his office."

JJ can see the cogs in Spencer's mind going overtimes and she is able to answer his question before he has time to ask it.

"You two were the only ones with your own private discs. There is one entitled team which we have kept, we only have one copy, and he made it 18 months ago"

All Spencer can do is nod, as his mind begins to sift and decipher the information it has been given. In that box, is fifteen DVD's of Aaron saying goodbye to Spencer. It is almost a timeline of their relationship, and the idea that Aaron had been making personal goodbyes to Spencer for two years before they even started dating gave the genius the first positive feeling he had since the death of his partner.

JJ remains for another hour, as she gently prods into Spencer's life post- Aaron, making sure in her own motherly way, that Spencer and Jack are eating properly, that the arrangements for the funeral are finally going ahead, and when she is finally at least somewhat appeased that Spencer is as happy as possible, she leaves, with a final promise from Spencer to keep in touch, and accepting an invitation to dinner at the Jereau household.

Spencer is left alone with nothing by Aaron's parting message to keep him company