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Allegra shook her head, trying to forget the events on the Silver Harp. It was time to decide, would she go or not? She took out a pen and paper.

Pros: You'll finally be able to be somewhere for your birthday, you have friends, it's a new experience.

Cons: Riding in a small cramped car with eight other people... No thanks. Scary forest with man eating bears, fourteen hour drive.

She could always take her convertible, that she had saved money for because in a normal car she'd die being stuck in there alone. That was one thing that she could discuss, she would be one of the drivers and they would alternate between people, four going in her car and the other four in another. She wouldn't ever be alone, she knew deep down that she could trust them. Allege had made her decision.

Twelve o'clock, he had stayed behind the finish the endless piles of paper work that Garcia had dumped on him, and he didn't feel tired at all, despite all his coffee being decaf. As he punched out, he noticed a post it note attached to his card. Dear Spencer, Sorry for giving you all that paper to you today, you must be exhausted, I just wanted to hear your opinion on Allegra, she seems nice, I owe you a drink or something. Love, Penelope. Ps. I think she likes you, did you see her smile?

Spencer laughed and shook his head, still denying that a girl like Allegra would like him. As he got into his car, he remembered her smile, like Garcia had said. It was no doubt that she was beautiful. Then he recalled his clothing that he had left at her apartment. That gave him a great excuse to see her again. As he knocked on her door, the feeling of nervousness arose in him again. The door flung open, to Allegra, who looked like she was just hit by a bus.

"Hey Spencer, I assume you're here to pick you your... Laundry, I was just making dinner. Come in." she beckoned him in.

"Yeah, I couldn't possibly stay... I'll just-" she shook her head.

"No, you have to stay. You have to, I'll help you bring this stuff to your house, and by then, the food with be ready. Okay?" Spencer could tell that there was something wrong with the once happy Allegra Christoph, she was frantic, shaking, scared.

"If you insist." he says, worried that if he left her alone she might do something wrong. As he took some of his laundry in her hands, she opened the door and stepped outside, as Spencer exited, she locked the door and followed him down the hall. There was an awkward silence between the two as they walked down the hallway.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Allegra was surprised.

"Nothing... Why?" she questioned, trying to cover up her fear from the washroom. She was truly terrified, she'd been like this a few times after her mother... Left.

"I'm a profiler, I know from your body language that there's something wrong, but you don't need to be a profiler to see that there's something going on, so you might as well tell me." Spencer reasoned. Allegra knew he was right.

"Well, let me explain after dinner at least?" Spencer agreed, secretly excited to be staying over at a girl's house, her in particular.

"Do you you know where I work?" she asked, she she placed a bowl of hot soup in front of Spencer, he resisted the tempation to drool.

"Now that you mention it, no, you didn't." Spencer said, watching her sit down in front of him. The each took a spoon full of the soup.

"Oh my God. This is brilliant. How'd you make it?" Spencer exlaimed, Allegra giggled.

"It's a specialty of mine. Do you know that restaurant down the street from here?" Spencer nodded .

"I own that. I'm the Head Chef, my partner, just won the lottery, so she doesn't work there anymore." she said as she got up and rummaged though various cabinets.

"Oh yeah, the others brought me there for my last birthday... Hotch didn't say anything about you working there." She pulled out a bottle of red wine.

"I think that suits the occasion perfectly." Spencer smiled.

"Me too... To good friends?" she asked, proposing a toast.

"And broken washing machines." he completed. The ting of the glasses rang through her apartment.

"Anyways, now will you tell me what was up awhile ago?" Spencer said, reviving the topic that she promised to reveal during dinner. Allegra gulped, not wanting to make him think she was keeping secrets from him, especially since Spencer already proclaimed friendship upon them.

"Fine, well, after I came back from the BAU, I was so messed up, I walked home, feeling like shit to tell the truth, then I took a nap. I awoke with a throbbing headache. And guess what I see in the mirror, it's me, yeah, but little. Then I remembered my mother... And my father, and my brother." She stops. Spencer has a worried look on his face.

"What happened to them?"

"Well, I was on a cruise ship, my mother had convinced me to go, despite my fear of the water at the time, she said 'They're nice, believe me.' So I trusted her, turns out, the cruise ship wasn't really a cruise ship, it had been a conspiracy to kill my mother and my brother and I to get her money, my father drowned her. My little brother couldn't swim, so he drowned too, even though I was afraid of the water, I latched onto the anchor and stayed there, barely. Until I got back to land." Allegra took in a deep breath. She was in tears.

"D-Don't cry..." Spencer was at a loss for words, it was the first time in his life, that he didn't have some odd statistic to make things better.

"I don't understand. It's so empty, without anyone... My brother, my mother... My father was a monster to begin with so I don't miss him exactly." she laughed as she sipped from her glass, her face was tear stained, but she managed to choke out a joke.

"I know what you mean... Why don't we take a walk or something?" he suggested, still not exactly knowing what to say to her. She smiled, Allegra Christoph, was incredible.

They reached the oh so famed elevator. Allegra took a gulp. She wasn't in the mood to go into an elevator, with someone or without, "Why don't we... Take the stairs?" she said, Spencer nodded.

The air outside was brisk and swift, whipping up leaves and plastic bags. She shivered and pulled her sweater closer to her. Spencer chuckled. After around ten minutes, it got seriously cold, as Allegra put her hood on, she tripped over a displaced piece of concrete, twisting her ankle.

"Ah!" she yelped in pain, clutching her leg. Spencer was at her side immediately, putting her arm over his shoulders and helping her walk. She half limped, half walked with the help of her dear doctor friend, "Thanks. ...I guess well have to take the elevator." she said, exasperated and eying the glass door that hid the various stair cases and the cramped elevator.

"I guess, but it's alright, it's just the second floor." Spencer smiled, ushering her in, taking her by the hand and helping her. Half way up, somewhere in between the first and second floor, perhaps dead on the middle, the elevator jerked to a stop.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." she breathed in and out, clutching Spencer's hand, huddling in a corner.

"It's alright, we'll just press the alarm... It's alright." Spencer reassured, sort of scared himself. He jabbed at the Alarm button maybe fifty times, until his companion broke into tears for the second time tonight.

"This really isn't my day..." Allegra mumbled, her face tear stained again, closing her eyes for a moment. As she regained her vision, the elevator rumbled again, still not moving. She screamed. With every blink, the closed area seemed more smaller than the last time. She was hyperventilating. Spencer had tried to calm her, but it was all for naught. A bead of sweat ran down her neck as her breathing got faster and louder, it suddenly was extremely hot in the elevator.

"Here, I'll just call someone." he offered, feeling around for his cell phone, then remembering that it was in his jacket pocket, which he conveniently left at Allegra's house on the cherry wood coat rack. He cursed as he reached for the bell again, only to be stopped by Allegra's shaking hand.

"It's no use, it's like... Two in the morning and you know how to superintendent is, not exactly the most hospitable person in the world, barely good enough to be called human, he probably is snoring, drunk or something." she whispered, rocking from side to side, sitting on the dirty floor on the elevator, not really caring about what had happened previously in this place.

"It's going to be okay, just calm down , we're gonna get out of here." and to his surprise, at that moment, the lights went off, leaving Spencer scared as well.

"Do you know how much I hate the dark?" he said, recalling various times he was kept in the darkness.

"Do you know how claustrophobic I am?" she retorted, burying her head in her hands, cursing out loud, crying and holding back screams. After a few minutes she couldn't hold it in any longer, Spencer watched as she stood up in the small space and hit the metal door with her fists, "Let me out of here! Please, let me out... Please! I can't stay here. Please." she begged, turning to face Spencer and sliding down, crying.

"Don't cry, not again..." he whispered softly to her, "Why are you scared?"

"Well, I was claustrophobic to begin with, and my mother knew that already, she had told my father, who was a monster as I had already explained, and afterwards... After the 'Cruise' incident, he had put me in a closet, a small, dark, cold closet..." she said, breathing quickly again.

"Shh..." he cooed, sitting down beside her, well, as close to her as he could get, considering he didn't have any idea where she was. His hand touched hers, completely by accident, but unlike the other girls from his past, she didn't pull away, it was as if she didn't notice. The faint jingle of his keys reminded him of the small flashlight that hung upon it. He turned it on, and shone it upwards, illuminating the place, barely.

"My life is so messed up, oh my God... Why don't I just die? Oh God, what's the pint of living if you have no one to live for? I mean, there's always Aaron, but he barely knows me--"

"He remembered you're birthday." Spencer added.

"But still... What's the point?" she started crying again. Spencer wanted her to calm down, but had no idea how. He panicked, wanting to help her, but not insult her, he would never do that. He was so fond of her. Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, the genius, knew that his brain wouldn't help him in a situation like this.

"I dunno, maybe I should just -- " getting cut off. Spencer had pressed his lips against her, and she had stopped completely. Allegra was surprised, but she didn't object, not one bit, she kissed him back. He pulled away, and looked her in the eye.

"Sorry." he said, regretful, but inside he was doing back flips.

"Don't be." she smiled, suddenly, feeling less scared with him. She was still afraid, but with him it seemed she was a new person.