I drove for hours. I went down the same street at least five times, just thinking. Thinking about what kind of mindset he had to be in to wreck me like that, to strip me bare and think that it was okay. It wasn't. I didn't understand how he could have so many borders and bad memories when he didn't even consider mine.

I found myself at the stoop of Garcia's hotel room. I felt guilty that Reid was right, and I especially felt bad that I'd left my phone on the table back in the work room where he was. But overall, Reid and Garcia were the two people I trusted with my feelings, and if Reid didn't understand that, it was tough.

I knocked twice, but she opened almost immediately after the first knock, my hand falling through the air and to my side. She was standing there with an eyebrow raised and empathy in her expression.

"He called," she said grimly, "Told me you'd come here."

"Well he seems to have me all figured out," I pushed past her and dropped my coat by the door, flopping onto the twin bed she hadn't laid in. "I walked out on him."

"I know," she shuffled over to the small counter by the microwave and grabbed a packet of coffee to pour into the filter. "I don't know what he did, but I hope it was a reasonable excuse. Or else."

"He just..." I groaned and kicked off my shoes. "He was profiling me like I was an unsub and it just really got under my skin. Like he thought I was gonna do something."

"Hurt him?" Garcia's eyes went wide and she glared at him.

"No! I mean, not in the physical way, but like... I don't know," I shook my head. I didn't stick around for long, so how would I know his intentions? I shoved my face into the bed. "Hell, I've made a mistake, haven't I?"

"Well, you can't go back yet, sweet cakes. I just made expensive hotel coffee for you." She waddled over and sat next to me, holding out the mug for me. "Tell me what the issue is. I am all ears."

I sighed and rolled onto my back, placing the warm mug in the middle of my chest. "He profiled me with all the calmness of a bonsai tree, and had the nerve to have his arm around me the whole time."

Garcia shook her head, "You're angry because he did his job while hugging you?"

"Oh, Garcia." I shook my head, "You're acting a lot more quirky than usual."

"Yeah. Coming." He slammed the book shut and gathered his bag in his arms. "Ready."

"Are you okay, kid?" I brushed his hair from his face as he ducked his head down. "You're acting a lot more quirky than usual."

I grimaced. Reid was right. I was recycling the things I'd said from Reid to Garcia. I closed my eyes. "Fuck."

"You never use the F-word." The peppy blonde beside me lost her pep, and the room felt cold suddenly. "What did you do?"

"I walked out on him while he was surrounded by work and there's no one there to make sure he's not..." I grabbed my shoes on the way out. "Thank you!"

"I didn't do anything, silly boy."

I drove as quickly as I could to where I had left him, but the room he used to be in was empty. He'd left my phone and the pile of M.O. photos where I could reach them with a note that read bring these to Hotch. He knew I'd come back, but where was he? I grabbed my phone and the photos and ran to the rental car. He couldn't have gotten far on foot. We were sharing a car, he had no means of transportation.

I checked all of the parks within a mile radius, all of the libraries, the public safe havens that he'd run to. It was interesting that he knew everything about me and where I went where I was weak, but it seemed as though I was looking in all the wrong places.

Finally, I remembered the one place I wasn't looking. Our hotel room. Of course.

By the time I got there, he was asleep on the chair in the corner, sitting up with his legs folded and his head laid back. Just like he was in the workroom. He had a book in his lap and his glasses were in his hands. Like he couldn't focus.

I considered picking him up and carrying him to the bed, but I couldn't tell which man was sitting in the chair. Spencer or Dr. Reid.

In the morning, I woke up in the bed alone. I looked over to the chair where his eyes were still closed, but he definitely wasn't sleeping. I didn't know if I should say the first thing but he beat me to the punch.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice croaky and exhausted. "I wasn't thinking."

I stayed silent unsure if he was going to continue. He didn't, but I knew there wasn't much else to say. I just kept myself propped up on my elbow, watching as he squirmed under my gaze.

"I said I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes fluttering open to look at me. He looked more tired than usual. "I wasn't thinking clearly. Too many gruesome images and then too much comfort on my part led to an unnecessary profile on you that everyone could have gone without."

I shook my head, "I left you alone, though. That was my bad, Reid."

"Spencer, now. I think," he closed his eyes again, "I don't think Reid would admit to being wrong."

I chuckled under my breath and watched as he grimaced. "Headache?"

"Not bruxism, if that's what you're thinking. I think my upright position was the most part, coupled with a lack of REM sleep and some obnoxious snoring," he threw a tired but playful glance my way. "I mentioned that snoring is a symptom of bruxism, right?"

"I believe you did," I smiled.

He shook his head, "Sorry I called Garcia. I thought you'd went there, but she told me you hadn't been there."

I nodded slowly. He wasn't looking for facial cues that I was lying, just looking for forgiveness. "It's okay, Spencer. I love you. Missed you last night."

"Love you too," he murmured, slowly standing and walking over to the bed. He collapsed on top of me, "I missed you too. I didn't know if I was welcome."

"You're always welcome."