Spencer hung up his phone, not entirely sure what had just happened. He had thought that Lisa would want to see him, he knew he wanted to see her. It was all he had thought about doing since the unsub was apprehended. He had been right about Kellwere, he was holding the three FBI agents in the basement of the parking garage that his ex-wife owned. He had blamed the FBI in its entirety for his failed marriage. They had managed to find him but the second he had felt cornered he shot. Henry Craiger didn't make it as they rushed him to the hospital. Since then there had been meetings, and de briefings as they tried to calm the chaos around them.

The second Spencer had gotten a free moment he called Lisa, hoping to see her soon. Even having been up for four days straight, she was all he could think about now, but she didn't want to see him, and he didn't know why. He would have called her again to find out what was wrong but his body and mind were both too tired, so he settled for going home and catching up on some of his lost sleep.

Lisa hadn't ever been this upset before. She was mad at everyone and everything, but mostly she was mad at herself. She wanted to see Spencer, badly, but she was too upset. Her mother's words from the night before were playing in her head. Although she had had absolutely no right to say anything, Rose's words had made sense. Spencer's job did make a stable relationship difficult.

Even if they lived in the same city they wouldn't see each other much more often than they did now. Spencer was always running off and risking his life, apparently even more than she knew. If she were to decide that she wanted a life with Spencer, what kind of a life would it really be? She tried to push the thought out of her head, it had only been 4 months, these were not the kinds of thoughts she should be having. It should be fun and happiness and romance, not worry and terror and a future. But she really did like Spencer, she didn't want to end things with him, and in time she would have to think about these things. Was she really willing to go through this kind of worry anytime Spencer didn't call? She didn't want to think about this anymore, so Lisa laid down in bed, pulling her knees to her chest and willing the world to go away.

When Lisa allowed the world to exist again she had left her hotel room and found herself outside the door of an apartment, feeling more nervous than she had in a long time.

Spencer hadn't been asleep for long when he was woken up by a knocking on his door. Still groggy Spencer got up out of bed and trudged to the door. All of his grogginess fled when he opened the door and saw Lisa standing behind it.

"Hey" He said surprised.

"Hey," Lisa responded. She had a small smile, but still looked upset. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," Spencer said stepping aside.

Lisa had been to his place before, the last time she had been in town, so he wasn't shocked that she had known where he lived, he was just surprised that she was there at all, after how upset she had seemed on the phone, only hours earlier.

"I thought you said you were busy," he said ushering her into his living room area, clearing off some books from his couch so that they could sit.

"Yes, well I got un-busy" she said taking the offered seat.

"That's not a word," Spencer found himself nervously correcting her.

Lisa's smile finally reached her eyes as she snorted at him. As Spencer sat down next to her, Lisa snuggled into his side, her head on his shoulder and her arms around his waist, reveling in the feel of him just being there next to her.

"You sounded upset on the phone." Spencer said putting his arm around her.

"I had a fight with my mom." Lisa told him.

"Oh, good." Spencer said, earning himself a shocked look from Lisa, "Not that you had a fight with your mom, it's just I thought you were mad at me for missing the dinner with your parents."

"Oh I was mad at you, but not for missing dinner." Lisa said. She looked up and saw the confused look on Spencer's face. She sat up and faced him. "You didn't call me last night, you didn't even text me."

"You're mad at me for missing one night calling you?" he asked.

"Yes. Spencer last night an FBI agent died, and I didn't know who, and you didn't call. It was the worst of my life."

Immediately Spencer understood, "Lisa I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you, but things were crazy, I called you as soon as I could."

"You couldn't have sent me a quick text to let me know you're okay?"

"No, I really couldn't. Lisa, I'm not always going to be able to call, or text, sometimes it'll be because I'm swamped and sometimes it'll be because of protocols and rules, and I can't promise that you'll never have to worry like that again, but" he said taking her hands in his. "I'll try my best to keep the worry to a minimum."

It wasn't what she wanted to hear. She had wanted to hear that he'd never make her worry like that again, that he'd always call, and that everything would be okay. She didn't want to hear the truth, but it was what he had given her. Not saying anything more Lisa took her position in his side and just sat there for a moment.

It wasn't until Lisa had reached up and kissed him, her hand resting on his chest that Spencer noted his current state of undress. While Lisa was fully clothed, Spencer was dressed in nothing but his boxers and a pair of pajama pants. He felt a blush cover his cheeks as he felt her skin on his.

When the kiss ended and they pulled apart, Spencer cleared his throat, and tried to calm himself. "So, do I still have to meet your parents?"

Lisa smiled, seeing the nervous blush, and realizing for herself exactly what was causing the blush. She discreetly took in the picture of Spencer shirtless, never having seen him this way before, and committed it to memory. "Not right now." She said before pulling him in for another kiss.