She had her next bitch. That little whore in her skimpy bathing suit and her smiling friends and shiny brown hair.

Damn these filthy little bitches. Why should they have friends? Why does anyone like them? Can't anyone see how fucking fake the little whores are?

With their perfect little relationships and their happy parents and their good grades and their perfect fucking lives….

Why the hell should they get to be happy!

She was a good person. Every guy she ever spoke to wanted her, her friends never left her and her parents always fought over her.

She was loved by everyone, so why wasn't she that happy, huh?

Well, if she didn't have a happy life, none of them would.

Nothing was going right. This was their second full day here and they were still empty handed. The BAU team started to question their profile, considering all of their leads had been dead ends…literally.

Someone had killed each of the three women they interviewed. The teams weren't sure if it was the UNSUB or not, though, because they women hadn't taken acid baths.

So now, they had three murdered leads, three murdered teen girls and the murderer still on the loose.

They were official lost.

Well, not entirely. Halsley, much to her personal relief and excitement, figured out what the carvings said.

"Paradise Lost." She told everyone as she hopped into the kitchen that was doubling as a home base for the teams.

"The epic poem?" Spencer and Brennan questioned simultaneously, both smiling at each other afterward.

At that moment, everyone-aside from the two- watched the joy in Halsley's eyes nose-dive.

"Maybe." She continued, trying her best to cover up her depression when the two doctors looked back at her.

"There's also a song by a Rap-Core group called Hollywood Undead. The lyrics are focused on guilt and anger." She explained, pacing back and forth slightly.

"Let it all burn. I will burn first. God I've tried. Am I lost in your eyes? Just let me burn, it's what I deserve. God I've lied. Am I lost eyes."

"But the bodies weren't burned." A voice over the open laptop on the black marble counter- top stated. It was Cam.

"Have you ever spilled Hydrochloric Acid?" Hodgins inquired. "It burns through everything."

'Now that we know what you do in YOUR free time…" Halsley laughingly trailed off, making everyone-even Hodgins- laugh with her.

That was late morning, and now everyone was going to sleep.

Spencer, however, was wide awake.

Halsley ignored him all day. Every time he tried to kiss or hug her she'd just smile apologetically and shrugged away. And whenever she needed something-where she would normally go to him- she actually went out of her way to find someone, anyone, besides himself.

At this point, Spencer was looking for the woman on his mind.

He had looked everywhere in this goddamn mansion and- two hours later- the only place left to look was the beach front deck.

Whilst walking to the white French doors that lead out to said deck, Spencer planned what he was going to do when he found her.

He was going to confront on her sudden change of heart. He was going to ask her about their relationship, if they were breaking up or going to work to better the relationship, or if they even had one at all.

He was going to that, before he saw her.

She stood across the deck, back to him, starring at the lake. She was wearing jeans and a black jacket she had worn the whole time they'd been here in Michigan City.

And now Spencer stood in the opened doorway, studying the fascinating creature that leaned against the railways of the elevated deck.

The object of his attention seemed to know her was there, for he heard a small voice say, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Mhm." He replied non-chantey, almost certain they weren't referring to the same thing.

After a few more moments of silence, Spencer walked right up beside the keeper of the quite voice.

When Spencer turned his head to look out at the large body of water they were in fornt of, he understood why she said 'beautiful'.

The night had made the water so dark it loosely balanced between deep navy-blue and black. Lights form the night sky cast a white and silver hue over the ripples of diminutive waves that lightly came into contact with the shore below them. It was truly something from a dream.

The dream, however, was destroyed when Spencer took a look at the woman to his right.

Her shoulders shook slightly with every large intake of breath. Breaths inhaled through the small parting between her swollen, red lips that lay at the end of partly dry salt water-stain trails. The eyes at the beginning of those trails were slightly red from being rubbed and currently held new tears that were ready to flow over at any moment.

"Halsley, what's wrong?" Spencer inquired shakily. She cried once before, and every tear was like a knife stabbing his heart.

She took in another large breath, trying to keep herself from breaking.

"Nothing." She stated strongly with her exhale. She had straightened her back and framed her shoulders, but Spencer could see right through all of it.

"Halsley." He said in a 'get-real' tone.

She closed her eyes and sighed through her nose, her mouth too busy frowning to do anything else.

"It's nothing, Spencer." She stated firmly once she was facing him, her eyes a piercing stare lost behind tears. "I can deal with on my own."

"Clearly you can't," he retaliated, "if you're standing out on a lake-view deck at midnight in below freezing weather crying."

Halsley just stared at him, her poker face taking its place.

'Fuck.' Spencer thought. 'Nice genius.'

Trying to fix it before more damage was done, Spencer started to apologize.

"Halsley-"

"It's not like I'm proud of it, jackass." She cut him off, her lower lip quivering.

Before Spencer could start again, Halsley was already inside.

"Fuck." He whispered as he himself entered to house.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

A/N: Wow its been awhile! Sorry people, but good news for me is I finally got my Biology grade up to a B-

I've honestly had this chapter WRITTEN for over a week in my binder, I just haven't worked up the self-motivation to type it.

I have the next two chapters written. One is just kind of random and short, but the other one is really long and important to story, so it all evens out in my mind.

I will type them eventually, sometime by May 15th.

Don't ask about the weird date, I have no idea.