30 minutes later

Tammy slowly awoke from her sex-induced coma in a pleasant mood, a valued rarity for her. A light, groggy smile tugged at her lips as she snuggled closer into Spencer's surprisingly toned chest. Her smile only grew when he unconsciously wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She kissed his collar bone lightly before resting her head back on his chest and letting sleep overtake her once again.


1 hour and 15 minutes later

Spencer woke up to feel an abnormal weight on his left side. He glanced down and smiled when he saw Tammy sleeping soundly against him. She was completely wrapped around him- her legs fixed around his own, one arm falling softly across his midsection and the other being used as a makeshift pillow.

He smiled warmly at the adorable image- before, of course, he jerked in shock when what felt like an ice pack brushed his leg. He lifted up the throw blanket that had somehow made it's way over them and noticed that the ice pack was Tammy's foot. In the instant, he recalled a conversation he had with Morgan a few months ago. It went along the lines of Morgan wondering why women's feet were always so cold and Reid telling him something about less muscle mass and vital reproduction organs need the heat and more things of like. Right now, Spencer was really wishing that wasn't the case.

As he was getting use to the biting cold that was shooting up his leg, Spencer nestled closer to slumbering woman.


25 minutes later

"Yeah."

Tammy rose from yet another bout of sleep to an empty, but still warm bed and the hushed voice of Spencer Reid seemingly talking to himself.

"Alright, yeah, she's safe. We haven't left the room since we got back from the hospital. Shut up, Morgan...Alright, yeah, I'll wake her up. Morgan. Shut. Up. Yeah, alright, Hotch. Thank you."

After the distinct 'click' of a cell phone snapping shut, there was silence. No one moved. Tammy continued to feign sleep- one of her favorite past times- and Spencer, well, she didn't know what Spencer was doing.

Soon, though, she heard movement coming towards her. He knelt down in front of her and gently stroked her arm.

"Tammy?" He whispered softly.

She opened her eyes slowly and looked into his beautiful brown ones, so deep with intelligence and raw emotion. He gave a small, melancholy smile. "We need to go down to the station. Your test results came in."

She stifled a yawn and nodded, sitting up and stretching before crawling out of the bed and to her bag. She slapped on some clothes and Spencer did the same. A few minutes later, they were off to the precinct.


Tansy and Emily

"So they found the guy?"

"Maybe." Emily told her. After the doctors had given her some medication and she slept 'til five, Tansy had been feeling much better. "Everyone is positive that he's the guy, he was at every crime scene and he's on the security tape of the cafe we were at today."

"So who do ya'll think he is?"

"Officer Thomas Charles."

"Wait," Tansy demanded, grabbing Emily's arm and yanking her from the elevator she was about to board. "Tammy told me about an Officer Charles after her dad picked her up on the first day."

Emily already had her phone dialing.


Spencer and Tammy

The two stood in the elevator as the doors started to close.

"Oh, shit." Tammy mumbled, sticking her hand to one of the doors, "I forgot my phone, I'll be right back."

With that she dashed out and down the hallway towards their room.


Police Station

"Yes, Prentiss?"

Everyone in the room turned to look at the Unit Chief. "He talked to Tammy? ...How do you know?... Did she say anything else?...No, he's not here. I'll call Spencer, get here as fast as you can."

He hung up and turned to the team. "Charles talked to Tammy and no one has seen him for the past three hours. Morgan, get Reid on the phone and tell him to get his ass over here."


Tammy

She slid the key card into the reader with record speed and shoved the door open. The plan was to get her phone and go. The plan had nothing to do with a strange crazy looking man standing in the middle of the room. The plan had nothing to do with the overpowering scent of kerosene. And it definitely had nothing to do with the crazed man holding a Zippo lighter.

"Close the door." He demanded in an erie voice. Noticing the black eye and automatically remembering the night she was attacked and her own bruised right hand, she made the connection. This was the guy.

"Okay," Agent Hotchmer started, "If either of you come face to face with the UnSub, do exactly what he says. He is highly unstable and could very easily snap."

This knowledge in mind, she slowly shut the door.

"Lock it."

A 'click' and a 'snap' later, and they finally got down to business.

"How could you?"

"How could I wha-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU SKEEZY WHORE!"

In a instant, she was on the floor, her face already bruising and her head throbbing. He had hit her. The son of bitch hit her.

"How could you whore around with that worthless piece of shit?"

He hit her.

"I thought I could change you, Anna. Bring you back to your original beauty."

The bastard punched her in the face.

"But I guess I couldn't. Don't worry, my sweet. I am merciful. I won't make you live this sinful life for much longer." He flipped open the lighter.

Nobody hits Tammy Williams.

A/N: Well, this chapter doesn't meet my 1,200 word requirment, but I wanted to leave with a cliffhanger. Why? I'm a bully. Don't worry, I'm snowed in all weekend so I'll have the last chapter up before Monday. You gotta love Snowmageddon!

Please review. I'll try to have In The Sun updated sometime tomorrow.