She hurt him. Of course she hurt him. She actually likes and trusts someone and what does she do? She pushes them away to go back to life of reading, sleeping and eating alone.

"Spencer?" She called before he opened the door. She had to explain.

She sounded so weak, so broken. It destroyed him. He turned around. She was at the edge of the bed, standing on her knees, the sheets and blanket bunched around her legs. She was stark naked and as beautiful as he had ever seen. 'In the half-day you've known her.' Spencer had to remind himself. But in that half-day he had seen her in a coat, with bare legs, wearing tights and without lights. 'Jesus Christ, who am I? Dr. Seuss?'

The joke, however, dyed when his eyes looked from her body to her face, which was currently in a state of distorts. It was once said that if looks could kill, most men would be dead. Spencer had found this to be true, but not in the form he expected. She was so, something. He didn't know what it was but tears were brimming her lids and she had a look in her eyes that was begging him not to go. Just one look at this soul-broken woman and Spencer wanted to kill himself. He had been filled with so much sorrow so fast he could barely stand it.

"Can I have a hug?" she pleaded. How could he turn her down?

He walked back to the edge of the bed and sat, pulling her into his arms. The moment she was in his arms, she let loose. Her tears soon soaked Spencer's shirt and her sobs filled the room. She tried to calm herself as Spencer slowly stroked her back and kissed her head and neck in an attempt to comfort.

"I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't mean to h-hur-hurt you." She sobbed out her apology.

"It's ok, Halsley." He tried to tell her, but she wouldn't hear it.

"No it's not!" She retaliated. "It's not ok Spencer! I really like you and I absolutely hate the fact that I'm too private and paranoid to let someone I trust in damn it!" she vented. "I don't even have any fucking reason to be so timid with my heart! I mean for God's sake, it's not like I was cheated on or abused or stabbed in the back! My parents never laid a hand on me, my friends and I just grew apart and I've never had a boyfriend!" She ranted in self-hatred. All Spencer could do was sit there and hug. He wanted to interrupt, to tell her that he understood and that he didn't mind at all, but he couldn't. She had to get this off of her chest.

"Sometimes I just despise myself." She admitted in a much quieter voice. "I have no reason to be the way I am. So many people have it so much worse and turn out better than me. I just can't help but think of how I'm being such a whiny little baby, and WHAT!?! Wh-where are we going?" Halsley demanded in a not-so-demanding tone as Spencer stood up, her still in his arms. He didn't say a thing as he walked into the adjoining bathroom and set her down on the closed toilet seat, after which he went and turned on the bathtub faucet.

'Of course.' She thought to herself as her head lowered to face the floor. 'He doesn't want to hear my bitching.'

She looked back up at the sound of water splashing water, and noticed the tub was filling. Confused, she turned to Spencer, who was now discarding his shirt and pants. The tub was almost full and Spencer walked over and turned the faucet to the left, successfully shutting it off. Then he went back to Halsley, picked her up bridal style, and stepped into the tub, lying Halsley on top of him and went back to stroking her hair.

Halsley smiled contently as she snuggled closer to the man she was so close to loving it barley seemed real.

As she felt the his hands against her-one holding her to his body, one still stroking her hair- Halsley was reminded just why she hated crying so much. It wore her out, more so than her friends she had noticed. In her mind she thought maybe it was because she use to hold back all of her tears until she was lying in bed, so maybe she related crying with sleeping.

But now was not the time to think about that. Right now she was far too focused on Spencer Reid's wet, naked body and his hardened member pressing into her.

If she wasn't so tired, she'd pursue this development. And bless his heart, he didn't push her.

She kissed Spencer's chest then rested her head on his shoulder. She felt his lips press to her forehead once again before she fell into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: Halsley's lil break down was inspired by P!nk's song "Nobody Knows". And I don't think I'll update until I get some reviews. I don't care if it's one word, I just want to know how I'm doing. I have people on my Favorites and Story Alert lists for this story so please, just press that little button at the bottom of the page and type something. I know my begging is pathetic, but I really am so insecure that I need to know what I'm doing wrong and right.