The knots were back in the morning, when Lisa once again woke in a cold sweat alone in bed. She silently cured her new job, and it's 9-5 hours. She missed the early morning and late night shifts in Vegas; at least with those crazy hours when Spencer was there she never had to be alone at home without him. When she had calmed herself Lisa got up and began to get ready for her day.

Though Lisa's day was only just beginning Spencer's was already in full force. He was sitting at his desk going through a pile of consultations when a smack on his shoulder pulled his attention away from the files. He looked up and saw Derek perching himself on the edge of Spencer's desk.

"Hey Kid, The Big Day's comin' up, you freakin' out yet?" Derek asked, smiling widely.

Spencer put the file in his hand down and leaned back in his chair. "A little," he answered honestly.

"Yeah? Is Lisa driving you crazy with details?"

"Actually she's been remarkably calm about all the arrangements. I mean the planner calls every few hours, but Lisa seems fine." Spencer said furrowing his brow, only just realizing how odd a phenomena that really was.

"You're kidding me, right?" Dave asked. He had been on his way to get more coffee and had overheard the conversation between the two agents.

Spencer shook his head.

"Hold on to that one," Dave told him "I've been married three times, and each time they've all called screaming and yelling because the table cloths are the wrong color or the flower order came in wrong."

Spencer shrugged, "Lisa's not the type to do that. Little things like that don't get to her."

"Lucky bastard." Dave said to himself as he walked off to get his cup of coffee.

Derek chuckled.

"So if it's not Lisa, what's bugging you?" he asked.

Spencer chewed on his bottom lip and looked up toward the office above the bull pen where Aaron Hotchner could clearly be seen through the glass windows, having a stressful phone conversation with someone or other. Derek only needed to follow his line of vision to understand his fears clearly.

"That won't happen to you." Derek said, his tone becoming serious.

Spencer turned back to Derek. "You don't know that."

Derek paused a moment. "You're the statistics man, the odds of that happening once, are small enough, for it to happen twice…"

Spencer knew the odds. He had done them over and over again in his head since the thought first popped into his head. Derek was right, he shouldn't worry, statistically that specific tragedy wouldn't happen again, but it wasn't just that. He thought about everyone he knew in the bureau, most had either been divorced at least once or had never been in a long standing relationship. Even JJ, who was in a happy loving relationship with a child, was contemplating leaving the BAU if not the FBI in its entirety to keep it that way. She hadn't said anything but all of the signs were there.

Spencer tried to shake the thoughts away as he nodded at Derek who went back to his own desk, but they wouldn't leave. Had Spencer spent too much time thinking about the odds and statistics of marriage and marriage to agents he probably would never have asked Lisa to marry him, but she had a strange effect on him, where his thoughts would slow to a normal pace, and he could keep from over thinking things. It was this effect that had let him pass by the jewelry store window, see the beautiful diamond in the window, and instinctively buy it for her. It was this effect that, when the moonlight hit her through their living room window as she ascended their staircase, had given him the courage to ask her to be his. He wanted nothing more than to be with Lisa forever but now that he almost had that chance he was terrified of just how short a time that forever might be.

Spencer checked the clock he had 3 more hours before he could leave. Looking at the pile of files in his in box he sighed, make that 4 more hours. Taking a deep breath Spencer squared his shoulders and pulled the top file off of the stack, at least his mind would be busy while he worked.