"You think im your soul mate?" I whisper. He looks at his hands. "Can we just forget it" He huffs as our food is given to us.

We eat in silence; awkwardness and tension grow over us. He thought I was his soul mate? Thinking about it, the thought scared me, but made me intrigued, how did I have those qualities? My heart begins to race, as I realise how stupid I've been. I've been letting him get this close to me. What if all this time, he wants to hurt me? Break me and ruin me? Just like I was before? Looking at him, it doesn't seem like he would do that. But with people these days you never know.

We go to his apartment, where he briefly kisses my cheek, before leaving to go to work. Did he really care or was he just using me? I wanted to be certain, and the only way I would find out that, would be to search about him. Walking into his bedroom, I set to work.

Spencer's point of view:

She was beautiful, and so broken. Scarred and cracked from the recent events that had caused her to lose everything. Maybe she was just looking for a way out and I was giving it her? Maybe she just wanted protection and I was still giving it her? Yet she seemed so fragile and broken, so scared and frightened. She wouldn't do that, would she? My head began to ache, either due to the constant thoughts that seemed to erupt, filled only with her, or the nagging of the day ahead.

"Hey, you okay kid?" I looked up to see the familiar face of Derek Morgan, his warm brown eyes showing concern. My hands were rubbing my temples in a way to get rid of the headaches. I quickly removed my fingers from my temple, before placing them in my lap. "Oh er, yeah, im, im good" I mumbled, my voice coarse and grainy, a lump forming in my throat from lying. His eyes dart to my hands, taking in account what I was doing before nodding and walking off in a different direction.

I looked at the watch on my left arm over the top of my shirt, ticking. Tick, tock. The only sound that was heard in the basement. And then that gut wrenching scream, piercing my ears. The way she writhed and screamed in pain. The way she held her composure until he leaved, the way she broke down, broke my heart. She was so defenceless and unprotected, that no matter what, I promised I would. I promise I would protect her, no matter what the consequences and I intend on keeping that.

Ava. The sight of perfection. She was perfect in every way, from the way her mahogany hair curled at the ends, or the way her cobalt doe eyes reflected her soul. She was so small and tiny, that she needed protecting, from everything. She made my head spin, and my heart react to the tiniest thing. Even with the IQ of 187, I wouldn't of known how much of an impact she would have on my life.

"Awr, my boy wonder" I look up to see the smiling face of Penelope Garcia. Her vibrant ginger hair pinned back on her head, glasses balanced on the end of her nose. "Oh, hi" I mutter, unsure of what to say. "A little birdie told me, that a girl has moved in with you" She says, waggling her fingers at me, in an intimidating manner. "Oh, no, it's, it's not like that" I feel my face going red, as im sure she thinks im lying. "What is it like then, lover boyyyy?" She jokes, her smile getting bigger. "Well, you know… actually it doesn't matter" buring my head in my hands. They wouldn't understand. "Hey, Reid, im only joking" She mutters, placing her hand on my back in a soothing mannerism. "I know, it's just, you wouldn't understand" It feels like she pressing me, pushing and prodding me. Like an insect under a magnifine glass. Im just waiting for the sun so I catch fire.

"Explain to me then?" She clearly has nothing better to do. She perches herself on the edge of my desk, flipping her heels off and getting comfortable, like a child t bedtime, waiting for a story. "Well" I mumble, my throat going dry. "You know the unsub we took down last week?" Her eyes close as she tries to remember. "Oh yes, the one who kidnapped you!" She exclaims, nodding my head confirming what she said. I picked up the rubix cube on my desk and began to play with it. "Well, the girl that was kidnapped, Ava" Garcia, puts her hand on my shoulder, and gasps. "You're going out with a rape victim?" I feel my insides churn. Rape victim. After all she still was.