A bit different from the show, but still the same sort of concept.

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(xxxxx)

Emily knocked on Spencer's door, waiting patiently for him to answer. She had a key, but decided if he didn't want to see her, she wouldn't force him to. He, surprisingly, opened the door, but the look on his face told her he was not past the anger yet.

He walked back to the kitchen, without saying a word. Emily followed behind him. She watched as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. His hands were shaking as the milk splattered into the bowl. He shoved a spoon into the bowl and stormed past her.

Again, she slowly followed him. He took the bowl to the couch, where he plopped down and furiously shoveled a mouthful of Cheerios into his mouth. Emily slowly sat down on a nearby red leather chair. She picked at her fingernails as they sat in silence. Finally, she decided to bite the bullet and talk first.

"Spence, I haven't said yes yet," she said softly.

"You haven't said no either," he snapped as he shot her a dirty look.

Emily licked and then pursed her lips.

"I don't know what to do. If I take the job I lose you, if I don't take the job there is a risk that some asshole comes in and takes over our group, which effects everyone. It's a lot of pressure and I never asked for this," she said getting worked up.

Spencer looked up with a gentler look and put his bowl down.

"Em, come here," he said patting the couch.

Emily stood up and walked over to him. She sat down and instantly wrapped her arms around his neck. She wasn't crying, but he could feel her holding it back. Her chest rattled as she tried to control her breathing.

"I know this isn't easy for you and I'm sorry I'm making it harder. It's just, I knew this would happen. I knew once I opened my heart to you it was going to be destroyed and yet I stupidly trusted that maybe for once I would get to enjoy happiness," he said as felt himself choking up.

"I swear, I don't know why I'm targeted, but my life is a fucking mess. My dad left me, my mom is mentally unstable, I was tortured in school, both the father figures in my life are gone, my first true love was murdered in front of me, now my soulmate and the reason I get up in the morning is about to slip through my fingertips," he said angrily.

"Spencer, I am sorry. I am so sorry that I'm only causing you more pain. You don't deserve this and I never should have told you I had feelings for you," she said pulling out of his embrace.

"No, I mean I'm devastated this is going to end," he started before she interrupted.

"I haven't decided," she corrected.

Spencer smiled. He took her hands in his and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Emily, you're going to take this job. Because not only is it an amazing opportunity and for the better of the entire team, but it's the right thing to do. I will stand by your side through it all and I will always love you," he said.

"No," she said softly as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Spencer cupped her face and wiped the tears with his thumbs.

"Yes," he said.

Emily leaned into him, realizing what was happening. They were breaking up and her heart was destroyed. She literally felt as if it shattered and was not existent anymore.

"Can I at least have one last night with you. One last night to hold on to," she said, tears dripping from her face again.

"I don't know if I can," Spencer replied sadly.

"Please, Spencer, please," she begged barely above a whisper. "I need you."

Spencer took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Ok, but tomorrow we go back to the way we were. For the team," he said.

Emily nodded though it killed her inside. That night they made love. Each kiss and each touch was tender and slow. They didn't rush as they usually did. They made sure to enjoy the experience and to memorize every inch of each other. They wanted to remember how the other smelled and tasted. Their orgasms were nearly together and both of them screamed the loudest they'd ever screamed at climax.

When they were finished, they lay facing each other. Staring into one another's eyes, not wanting the moment to end. Because when morning came, this would be nothing more than a dream.

(xxxxx)

Emily had taken the job. Spencer stood by her side as he said he would. She would often find herself looking out the office window into the bullpen, where he sat. Sometimes he would look up and see her. They would look at each other for some time, before one of them found the strength to look away.

One night after a difficult case, the team decided they needed a moral boost and they all went out for drinks. The bar was packed for karaoke night and it took them a while to get a table, but Luke had finally managed to get them one.

Emily was feeling particularly depressed this evening. She had fallen asleep on the plane and dreamt about Spencer. That they were back together again and she felt peaceful. When she woke up to the same heartache she felt for weeks, she wanted to cry. Emily enjoyed multiple shots with the group, before loading up on some vodka and cranberry.

About an hour later, Emily was pretty far gone. She stood at the bar ordering another drink, when J.J. stepped up next to her.

"Hey, you alright?" she asked as she leaned on the counter.

"Fine, great, thanks for asking," she said before tipping her drink back.

"I know this has been a big change for you, but you're doing a great job and we love having you as the Unit Chief," J.J. said.

"Wonderful," Emily replied sarcastically.

She turned around to go back to the table, when she saw four girls standing around their table. Three of them were talking to Derek and Luke, while the other one was talking to Spencer. She was a beautiful blonde, with a skimpy top that showed her perfectly round breasts. Spencer was smiling at her as she told him something.

Emily felt her insides burning with anger. She handed J.J. her glass.

"I'll be right back," she said before storming off.

J.J. watched her confused, before making her way back to the table. The group continued to chat with the girls, when Penelope let out a gasp.

"Look! Look at the stage!" she said pointing.

They all turned their attention to the next karaoke singer and were stunned to see Emily. She told them she sang, but never in front of anyone. She was staring straight at Spencer, though nobody at the table could tell. To them it looked like she was just looking at their group.

How many times have I driven this road
On my way home, it's always the same
So many people just standing in line
Chasing the lights, but losing their way

And I find myself looking for you
Yeah, I find myself looking for you
Looking for you

The city was on fire for us
We would've died for us
Up in flames, cue the rain
In my heart, little sparks
Everywhere that you are
Up in flames, cue the rain

Headlights and taillights they all look the same
They come and the go, need something to chase
Hard to remember what we left behind
With your hand in mine, it's hard to erase

And I find myself looking for you
Yeah, I find myself looking for you
Looking for you

The city was on fire for us
We would've died for us
Up in flames, cue the rain
In my heart, little sparks
Everywhere that you are
Up in flames, cue the rain
And don't say, you're anything but Ok
And don't fade tonight
The city was on fire for us
We would've died for us
Up in flames, cue the rain

As she continued to sing the finale of the song, Spencer felt himself getting choked up. Not only was this song about their love, but she was hurting so badly that she chose to sing to him to express it. She pushed through her biggest fear and sang to him.

When the song ended the crowd erupted in screams as did their table.

"Oh my gosh, she is amazing!" Penelope cried.

"She definitely wasn't lying," Derek agreed.

Emily walked off the stage and instead of going to the table, she rushed past them and out the front door. They looked at each other stunned.

Spencer and J.J. got up and ran after her. They stepped out into the cold January air and looked around for her. J.J. pulled out her phone and tried to call her, but she didn't answer. Spencer had jogged up and down the street looking for some sign of her.

"Spence, she just texted me," J.J. called out to him. He ran back to her side. "She said, she's fine, just needed to go home. She'd see us on Monday."

They both frowned at the message. Unsure if they should go to her house to check on her or let her be alone. Ultimately, they decided to let her be alone, though it killed Spencer deeply inside.

(xxxxx)

Three weeks had passed since that night and Emily continued to act as though nothing had ever happened. She even stopped going to her office window to look at Spencer. His heart was broken. He knew it was hard on them both, but it seemed she healed quickly and moved on.

He flipped through his paperwork and scribbled some notes when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled.

"Hey Mom," he said leaning back in his chair.

His smile faded as he listened to his Mom crying on the other end.

"Mom, Mom, calm down. Who was kidnapped?" he said sitting up straighter in his chair. "No, Mom, Pat and Grace are in Las Vegas, you are in Houston. Yea, at the Anderson Clinic."

As if she knew something wasn't right, Emily appeared in the doorway of her office. They connected eyes and she gave a head toss to tell him to come to her office. He nodded his understanding.

"Mom, why don't you take a rest and I'll give you a call later when I get out of work?" he suggested. "Ok, I love you too."

Spencer hung up the phone and sat there silently for a moment. He ran his hands through his hair with frustration before getting to his feet and walking to Emily's office. He walked in and shut the door behind himself.

"Everything alright?" Emily asked from behind her desk.

She was trying to act professional about it, but he could see the genuine concern in her eyes.

"I don't think so," he said sitting down in the chair in front of her desk.

Emily leaned forward to be closer to him.

"What's going on?"

Spencer seemed to contemplate what to share. A part of her stung at the thought of him keeping things from her.

"It's my Mom. The trial I put her in, it's not working. I think I need to go see her," he said.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry. You take any time you need. Is there anything we can do to help you?" Emily asked. She wanted to reach out and hold his hand, or hold him in her arms and tell him it would all be ok.

"Thank you. No I don't think there is anything at the moment," he said sadly.

"If that changes, please let me know," she said softly.

He nodded and got out of his chair, walking towards the door.

"Spencer," Emily called out.

Spencer turned to look at her. She seemed to debate something before she looked him in the eye.

"I'm always here for you," she said.

"I know," he replied before leaving the room.