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Spencer couldn't sleep. Plain and simple. He never realized how much he had became use to having someone in his arms when he slept. If he's going to marry Firepetal then he's going to be having this problem over and over again. What makes it worse is that he can't twist as much as he wants because it means waking Morgan who he's sharing a room with. Spencer has always felt bad for having to sleep with the lights on, so he decides not to add insult to injury.

Quietly, Spencer gets out of his bed and heads for the suite's bathroom. He takes a deep breath as he splashes cold water over his face, his thoughts focusing back to the girl he has left in D.C. The one who he has invited half way across the world to visit only to leave her because of another sicko. To be honest, Spencer doesn't know who he wants to kill, the unsub or Strauss for calling them in when there were other units that could take over. Everyone swears that she's does this just to make Hotch and his team miserable.

"Excuse us for not making you look good," Spencer finds himself mumbling as he gazes into the mirror. He looks exhausted. Makes sense since he's been on his feet all day, visiting the morgue and of course staring at maps to determine a geographical profile. And again, he just doesn't have someone next to him. Letting out a huge huff, Spencer exits the bathroom, grabs his messanger bag which has everything from his credentials to his key card, and decides for a simple walk. As he leaves, he turns off the light for a snoring Morgan.

The night is warm in Dallas is the first thing that comes to Spencer's mind as his shoes hit the concrete sidewalk. His fingers thread through his slightly dishevealed hair as he lets out a relieved sigh. A chilly night can only add insult to injury. Choosing a random direction, Spencer continues on, his mind wondering onto the case.

The three women had all been in their mid to late twenties. All coming from middle class lifestyles with careers that would guarantee a rather comfortable future. According to family members and friends, each woman had their quirks, the biggest being hopeless romantics. When JJ and Morgan visited the victims homes, they found large numbers of romantic books. From classics to more modern love stories. JJ even made a comment about how the second victim- Rachel Terras- had a mint condition copy of Wuthering Heights. When they were found, not only where they found well groomed, but the autospy report later revealed that each woman had their ring finger broken before being killed.

Spencer can't help but flinch at that piece of information. Why is it that cases that seem to be relevant to one's personal life always pop up? Well, Firepetal's not really a hopeless romantic. She's more of a wallflower with motherly tendicies- although Spencer can say that most women tend to be that way to him. Whenever a topic makes her uncomfortable, she stammers, but can easily go away when she becomes confident about a subject. In a way, Firepetal has romantic tendicies, but prefers the man to make the first move- Spencer being the exception on several occasions. If romatically involved, Firepetal shows herself to shed that wallflower personality and more or less goes into wife mode. She'll still stammer if a topic makes her nervous, such as her relationship with her father as of late- something Spencer hasn't pressed, but knows he'll have to if she does say yes and he has to meet the man- and her earlier school years although Spencer can make a guess that she has perhaps also been the victim of bullying. Her brains and blossoming body can make the neighborhood girls catty. Personally, her needs and problems take less priority to others and can show herself to go to great lengths for someone close to her- Spencer of all people know this well. When Spencer boils it down, Hinata- his Firepetal- is a dream come true.

"I'm profiling my girlfriend," Spencer whispers as he stops in his tracks, "I must really miss her."

And he does. Spencer shakes his head before turning back around and heading back to the hotel. His phone uncosciously slips into his messanger bag, searching until the feel of his phone- his worst enemy- is on his fingers. Her voice. Spencer misses her voice. Her skin, her lips, the adorable way her face turns bright red under certain circumstances. Just her. Does Hotch ever feel this way when it comes to Hailey? If so, then Spencer's surprised that he hasn't quit already. Then again, Hotch tends to be a bit of a workaholic, so maybe the feeling is somewhat dulled.

Finding his phone in his hand, Spencer gazes at the time blinking in front of him. Eleven p.m. in central time. Midnight Eastern. Whenever the two have not committed to doing- Spencer inwardly coughs- nightly activities, Hinata's usually fast asleep at a normal hour, her head resting either on Spencer's chest or shoulder, while Spencer usually reads until who knows what time in the morning or until Hinata groggily takes his book away and mumbles "sleep" in Japanese. To put it gently, Spencer doubts Hinata's awake. Still, as Spencer reaches the hotel lobby, he can't help but punch in her number. His thumb wavers over the send button while his bottom lip is insulted by his teeth. He doesn't want to wake her, but he wants to hear her voice. Maybe even calling to just tell her good night. That he loves her.

Taking a seat in the lobby, earning a curious look from the lady at the front desk, Spencer decides that at the very least he'll get her voicemail and he can simply leave a message then. He'll still be able to hear her voice. Rubbing his thumb over the talk button once more, Spencer closes his eyes and pushes. The seconds come out longer than Spencer wants, and he feels his heart hammering in his chest. Why is this so hard?

"What the hell," Spencer whispers as he pushes the button and holds the phone up to hs ear. One ring. Two ring. Three. Spencer thinks she has fallen asleep until he hears a familiar click.

"Spider?" Hinata's voice has a slight heaviness showing she's groggy but hasn't fallen asleep.

"Oh...ummm...sorry for calling so late, I just..."

"You couldn't sleep?" the gentleness is there and Spencer thinks he can hear her smile over the line, "You're not the only one."

Spencer blinks, "Wait, I thought..."

"I've tried to sleep, several times, but I just couldn't," her voice is low, and Spencer can hear something rustling in the background. Perhaps the blankets, "I guess I've gotten use to having your arm around me."
Spencer can't help but blush, "Same here."

Again, rustling is heard, and Spencer can't help but twitch as if he wants to reach out for something. His nose scrunches up a bit as if he's trying to smell something. Cinammon. He's trying to smell cinammon.

"Guess we both have gotten use to sleeping someone's arms,"Spencer says as if he's trying to be light, but comes off as slightly upset.

"Must be harder for you," Hinata says in the same tone, "I have reminders, you don't."
Spencer lets out a laugh, "True."

There's silence over the line while Spencer toys with the hem of his t-shirt. Memories of the soft kisses they shared while both laid in bed after a time of lovemaking came to him. Her fingers that stroked his stumble lovingly before threading into his hair, remaining there as she sighed happily and closed her eyes. Sleep coming soon after she mumbled "love you" in her naitive language. Spencer would respond by giving her one last soft kiss on her lips and whispering the words back in the same language. Spencer shakes his head. Not the best time to get excited.

"I justed wanted to hear your voice," he confesses, "Voicemail or the real thing."

"Are you happier you got the real thing?" Hinata asks.

Spencer smiles as he pulls at his hair, "Yes, definitely happier that I got to hear the real thing."

A small yawn is heard, "I love you Spider."

His smile only grows, "I love you too, Firepetal."

Time to hear your voice.