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-Upstairs in the assigned room-

Amelia

I walk in, setting my bag down on the first twin bed and flopping down backwards onto it. Spencer comes in behind me, setting his things on the opposite bed and sitting down.

"Man, it feels so good to be off my feet." I sigh out loud.

"Uh- yeah." Spencer says, clearing his throat.

"So, do you want to shower first or me?" I ask him, looking at him upside down while I'm hanging off the bed.

"Uh- doesn't matter." He tells me, looking around the room.

"I can practically hear your iq scream from across the room." I tell him.

"Spill it."

"It's nothing." He tells me.

"Okay then. So- shower?" I ask him, kicking off my converses.

"You can go first." He tells me.

"Oki doki." I tell him, heading into the restroom.

Spencer

I can't believe it. I'm sharing a room with Amelia, of all people. I kick off my shoes, and undue my tie, loosing up my collar.

"It's fine, this'll all be over soon. It's not like anything will even happen." I say aloud.

"Spencer?" Amelia says from the behind the restroom door.

I jump, caught off guard by the sound of her voice.

"Uh- yeah?" I ask her.

"Could you hand me my clothes? I forgot to grab them." She asks me.

What?! Her clothes! I try to calm down my heart, for once I'm out of my comfort zone.

"Um, where are they?" I ask her, trying to sound nonchalant but by the rising laughter coming from behind the restroom door, I failed miserably.

"They're uh- they're in my bag. The big part." She says, coughing to stop laughing.

I get off my bed, walking to hers and open up her bag feeling like a pervert.

"So- which pair of clothing do you need?" I ask her, appalled at how disorganized her bag is.

"Just a t-shirt and shorts." She answers me.

"And, uh- um my panties." She says quietly.

My cheeks go from pasty, to full on red hot chili peppers in 2.3 seconds flat.

I grab her clothing items and stand outside of the door.

"Uh- h-here's your c-clothes." I tell her, holding them up and looking away from the door, suddenly finding the floor very intriguing.

A hand flies out, snatches the clothing from my hand, and retreats back behind the door.

"Thank you." She says softly.

"Uh, no- no problem." I answer her, going back to my bed.

Amelia comes out, dressed in a light blue t-shirt and grey shorts, her long black hair, soaked and hanging down her back, fresh-faced with black rimmed glasses on.

"Your turn." Amelia says, sitting on her bed drying her hair with a towel.

"Oh- yeah." I say, grabbing my stuff, because no way do I want to repeat that awkward scene, and going into the restroom for my shower.

20 minutes later

I walk out, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, drying my hair with my tower. Amelia is laying down on her bed watching the ceiling fan go round and round.

"What're you doing?" I ask her, causing her to startle and fall off the bed with a loud THUMP.

"Oh!" I say loudly, running to help her back up.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." I tell her.

"You didn't startle me." Amelia says, stubbornly.

"That was totally planned. I mean't to do that." She finishes.

I laugh, coughing to cover it up.

"I heard that." She says, smiling up at me.

We stare into each other's eyes for a few minutes then I remember where we are, I break contact quickly.

"Uh- so yeah, we should probably get into bed. A long day tomorrow and all-" I say.

"Y-yeah you're right." Amelia says, as I help her up to a standing position.

I walk to the head of the room and turn off the light and then walk to my bed and climb in, pulling the covers over me trying to get warm, Amelia does the same.

"Goodnight Spencer." Amelia tells me softly.

Goosebumps spread on my body from her saying my name aloud, and I try to suppress them.

"Uh- goodnight Amelia." I tell her.

-A few hours later-

*beep beep* I wake up, pressing my thumb and my index finger to the side of my nose, then grab my phone off the bedside table checking it.

"Huh- what?" Amelia says, rolling over to do the same.

"Oh… crap." Amelia breathes out, climbing out of bed.

"At least we got some sleep." I tell her, getting up to get dressed as she does the same.

"Remind me to thank the unsub when we catch him." She says, dryly.

-Outside at the Scene-

Amelia

"His names Craig Ramey." Sheriff Rhodes says, sniffing from the cold.

"Fisherman."

"Morgan and I met him this morning. He was packing up to leave." Prentiss adds, as Spencer and I walk up to stand beside Rossi.

"He's accelerating his schedule. We should have had another day. Why change that?" Spencer asks, hands in his coat pockets leaning towards me.

"Ramey was pretty vocal about wanting to get out of town." Prentiss begins, looking down at the body.

"If the unsub knew that, he could have struck early to prevent his target from getting away."

"There has to be more to it than that." Rossi explains.

"Rossi's right, he brought the body to the tavern we're staying at, that's too much of a coincidence to not take notice." I add, looking down at the body, hands in the pockets of my hoodie.

"He's telling us that he's not afraid of us." Hotch tells us, gravely.

"He's gaining confidence."

"He switched to a hunting knife." Rossi informs us, bending down.

"Looks like a jagged edge."

"There's more physical damage too." I add.

"I won't know until Dr. Johnson does an autopsy, but I'd be willing to bet he took a piece of the victim with him." I finish, bending closer towards the light to survey the damage better.

"What kind of piece?" Hotch asks, looking at me.

"It's hard to say-" Spencer begins.

"But judging from the location, I would guess liver or maybe…"

"Spleen." I add, looking at Spencer from the corner of my eye, grinning as he does the same.

"Yeah." Spencer says, cheeks tinting red from the cold or something else.

"How's Garcia?" I ask, looking back at Hotch suddenly serious.

"She's pretty shaken up." He answers, eyebrows coming together in concern.

"Morgans with her."

"That's good." Spencer says, looking down and nodding his head as his hands retreat back into his coat pockets.

"Penelope's strong, she'll get through this." Prentiss adds.

"Yeah, it'll pass. Pretty soon she'll be good as new." Rossi tells us.

I hoped they were right, but I just had a nagging feeling…

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