I am on a roll tonight – damn! Hopefully, I can keep going!

Warning: Spencer is about to have some heartbreak …

(xxxxx)

Molly sat on her bed looking at the beautiful Asian woman sitting on one of the chairs near her hospital bed. Her hair was in a tight bun and her make-up was subtle but made her features look stunning. She wore a pink sweater and white capris pants. She held a note pad in her hand and stared back at Molly with a gentle smile on her face.

"I know this is difficult for you. You've been through a very harrowing few weeks. You are a very strong woman and I can see that just by how physically heathy you appear," the woman said. Molly furrowed her brow at this comment causing the woman to chuckle. "Molly you may need to have your hair brushed and a little sun on your skin, but compared to hostages I've worked with in the past you are doing really well. You should be proud of yourself for that. It shows how much power you have over yourself and situations thrown your way. Most women would look like you do after 6 months of therapy or more. I believe once you decide to open up and let me help you, you will recover quickly and quite well."

Molly didn't respond, but she did seem to relax after hearing this.

"The thing is, in order for us to begin the process you need to talk to me. How about if we start easy? I'll just ask a few questions to get to know you and if you'd like to ask me any questions I'd be happy to answer them," the woman suggested.

Molly thought for a moment before nodding.

"Alright great. Let's start with your favorite color."

"Purple," she said softly.

"Any questions for me?"

"What should I call you?" Molly asked.

"Whatever makes you more comfortable. I'm a laidback kind of person. If you'd like to call me Elizabeth, Liz, Lizzy, Awesome, your call," she teased.

Molly smiled and nodded. "Liz," she responded almost hesitantly.

"Liz it is. Now, why don't you tell me a bit about that gentleman pacing a hole in the floor outside your door," Liz said as she glanced towards Spencer.

Molly turned and saw Spencer appear every few seconds outside the little window. He wasn't looking in or eavesdropping. He truly was just pacing. He looked exhausted. Her heart dropped.

"Spencer," she said.

"He seems like a great guy. He's very protective of you. Everyone else left to get lunch, but he refused to go far away from you," she said watching Molly's reaction.

"Yea. He is a good guy," she said still watching him.

"But?"

"But he deserves better," Molly answered.

"Better? Better than what?" Liz asked.
"Me," she said.

"Why do you think that?" Liz said not showing any signs of judgement.

Molly shook her head. She wasn't going to answer that question.

"Do you love him?"

Molly nodded as tears dripped down her pale cheeks.

"I can't make decisions for you Molly. You need to choose the path you head down. All I can do is help guide you to the one that will bring you the most happiness. Does he make you happy?"

Molly began to cry harder as she nodded her head.

"Then I would recommend not shutting him out due to fear. Talk to him. Share your fears and concerns with him. Let him be the one to answer the questions that your mind is making answers to. It may end up being exactly as you say, but based off of what I see I doubt that will be the case," Liz said handing Molly some tissues.

She blew her nose and wiped the tears from her eyes. Liz wrote a few things down before checking her watch.

"We have another 10 minutes before our session is up. I'd like to keep having weekly sessions with you. Is that something you would like to do?" Liz asked. Molly shrugged. "Well, if you decide you want to here is my card. Call me anytime. Even if it's just to talk over the phone. I'm here for you."

Molly gave her a small smile as she took the card.

"Would you like to talk about anything else? We still have some time?"

"No," Molly said. "I don't want to talk anymore today."

Liz nodded and stood up. "You did great. You are a strong, beautiful woman Molly. Don't underestimate yourself."

Molly smiled again as Liz grabbed her belongings and walked out of the room. Spencer immediately appeared back in the room. He frowned as Molly turned her back to him again. He could see by the way her body shook she was crying again. He walked over to the couch and sat down putting his head in his hands. He knew this was going to be a hard road, but he had no idea it was going to be this hard on him as well.

(xxxxx)

Molly walked up the stairs slowly as Spencer followed behind carrying her bags. She unlocked the door and walked inside looking around at the home she hadn't seen in nearly a month. Spencer must've had someone come clean it, because there was no dust anywhere and it smelled fresh.

"I asked Penelope to stock up your kitchen with essentials. If there is anything missing I can go get it for you," he said as he placed her bag down by the couch.

"Spencer, we need to talk," she suddenly said.

He was caught off guard by her talking as she hadn't uttered a word to him in days.

"Sure, what's up," he said walking towards her.

When he got closer she stepped back making him stop in his tracks. The pain on his face was heartbreaking, but she knew what she needed to do. She needed to protect him just as he protected her.

"Spencer, we need to break up," she said bluntly.

His eyes grew large and he blinked in confusion.

"What …" his eyes were glistening with the tears that started surfacing.

"Spencer it's for the best," she said trying to fight her own emotions.
"No! No it is not for the best. It is absolutely not the best," he said angrily biting his bottom lip.

"This isn't going to work. You need to find someone else," she insisted as she began to cry.

"I don't want anyone else! I want you! Why isn't that enough for you?" he said as he wiped at the tears that escaped.

"Please go," she said as she turned her back to him to hide her grief.
"Molly, please don't do this. Please! Don't push me away. I don't want to leave you, please," he said now sobbing.

"I said go!" she yelled causing him to jump a little.

Spencer covered his mouth for a minute before running his hands through his hair. He wanted to say so much more. To keep fighting.

"GO!" she screamed at him as she turned and began pushing him towards the door. "GET OUT! GO!"

Spencer was stunned by her sudden anger. He stood quietly for a moment watching her cry before he opened the door and walked out. Molly dropped to her knees sobbing at what she had just done. She broke the heart of the only man she ever loved. She knew it was for the best, but it still killed her to let him go. She didn't want to let him go. She stayed on the floor sobbing until she could no longer breath and fell asleep where she was.

(xxxxx)

Derek sat at his desk glancing at his watch. It was well past 10:30 in the morning and Spencer still hadn't arrived to work. He had tried calling him and texting, but he received no answer.

"Prentiss, you heard from Reid this morning?" he asked.

Emily looked up from her desk and shook her head. "Want me to try calling?"

"No, I already tried that. He didn't answer. How about Molly? Maybe give her a call?" he suggested.

Emily pulled her cell phone out and pulled up Molly's information before hitting send. She held the phone to her ear, but frowned when there was no answer.

"You think something's wrong?" Emily asked now sitting up straighter.
"Let's hope it's just two love birds caught up in reconnecting," he said as he stood up from his seat.

He walked up the stairs to Hotch's office and knocked.

"Hotch, have you heard from Reid today?"

"No, is something wrong?" Hotch asked putting down his pen in concern.
"I'm not sure. You mind if Prentiss and I drive over to check on him?" he asked.
"Let me know as soon as you find anything out," Hotch said.

Derek nodded and walked back out of the office.

20 minutes later, Derek climbed the stairs to Spencer's apartment with Emily following closely behind. When they reached Spencer's door, they knocked and waited. There was no answer. They walked over to Molly's apartment and knocked on her door. There was no answer. They both pulled out their weapons and knocked again on Molly's door.

"Reid? Molly? If you can hear us open the door!" Derek hollered.

A few moments later the door to Molly's apartment opened. She stood staring at them as if they'd awoken her. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was a tangled mess, she wore sweats and a t-shirt. She looked like death, but they figured it had to do with what she'd been through.

"I'm really sorry to bother you Molly, but Reid isn't here by any chance, is he?" Derek asked putting his weapon down.
"Uh, no. He's not. What's wrong?" she asked looking more alert.
"He didn't show up for work this morning and we can't get a hold of him. You don't have any idea where he is, do you?" Emily asked.

Molly pushed past Emily and Derek and ran barefoot to Spencer's door. She began pounding on the door and yelling for Spencer to answer the door. A few neighbors poked their heads out nosily.

"Get back inside! Shut your doors!" Derek ordered as he leaned back and lifted his foot to kick the door in.

After a few good kicks the door swung open and they rushed inside.

"Spencer!" Molly called out.

"Reid, you here?" Derek asked as they surveyed the scene.

The house was a disaster. His book shelves were destroyed, books everywhere. His table was flipped over, broken picture frames littered the ground.

"Reid!" Emily called as she ran off towards the bedroom holding her gun.

"Stay here," Derek ordered Molly as he ran in the other direction.

Molly stood in the doorway shaking. If something happened to him she wouldn't be able to live with herself. Emily remerged from the bedroom and met up with Derek back in the entrance of the home.
"Bedroom is trashed as well, but no sign of him," she said.

"Same on that side. Kitchen is trashed. Glasses smashed, broken plates," Derek stated.

Emily pulled out her phone. After a moment, she spoke into it. "Hotch we have a situation. We need you guys down here now. Something happened to Reid. Looks like a burglary," she explained as she tried to stay calm.
After Emily hung up the phone, Derek looked at her frowning.
"What?" Emily asked furrowing her brow.

"I don't think it's a burglary," he said.

"What? But the mess …" Emily began.
"I've seen this mess before," Derek said sadly. Emily was completely confused, but Derek had turned to face a crying Molly before he spoke. "What happened?"

Molly bit her fingernail nervously as she stared at him.

"Molly, what happened?" Derek said in a soft tone.

"Morgan what's going on?" Emily interrupted.
"The last time I saw this mess was Maeve," he said still looking at Molly.

Realization crossed Emily's face. Her jaw dropped as she, too, now looked at Molly.