Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, not even close. I do own Jemma and my OCs and my plot, so don't touch 'em.

We shall heal our wounds, collect our dead and continue fighting. - Mao Tse-Tung

When Jemma awoke the next morning feeling more energetic than she had since she was attacked. Wanting to take full advantage of this sudden burst of energy, she sprung out of bed and headed straight to the shower. After her shower, Jemma cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, something she and Spencer had both neglected to do while she was catatonic.

Next came something that Jemma knew absolutely had to be done. She went to Spencer's office, trying not to look at the open case files on his desk as she pushed them aside and booted up the computer. Jemma spent the next few hours browsing job listing sites, but there was not much worth looking at. With only a high school diploma and two years of college, there were not many jobs that Jemma was actually qualified for. Maybe she was being too picky, but Jemma refused to work in another restaurant. In fact, she did not want to have much to do with people, which of course, ruled out most minimum wage jobs. Just when she thought she might have to end up selling Avon, the perfect job came across the screen. Jemma eagerly picked up the phone and called to set up an interview for the afternoon.

Weapons raised, Spencer, Emily, and Derek entered the condemned Miami apartment building, assisted by several SWAT men. Just as they had predicted, the unsub was hiding on the thirteenth floor. The deranged man had his pistol raised when the FBI agents entered the door. Derek attempted to distract the unsub by talking to him until the sniper in the neighbouring building could get a clear shot, but it was no use, the unsub fired three bullets before the sniper could take him down.

Jemma bounced excitedly into the apartment. Her interview had been excellent and she had been offered the job at the library. It was perfect; quiet, above minimum wage, and she got to spend all day surrounded by books. She couldn't wait until Spencer called so she could tell him the good news. To kill the time, Jemma made herself some supper then settled into the couch with a book on Greek mythology. When Jemma got bored with the book, she switched on the television and tuned into the eleven o'clock news. Her heart stopped when she heard the anchor speak.

"Three FBI agents were killed in Miami today when..."

Jemma couldn't breathe. The team was in Miami. Spencer was in Miami...

Jemma tried as hard as she could to choke back the tears. This was what she feared would happen from the day she moved in with Spencer. Everyone she cared about had to die. She wondered who the other two agents were. It would pain her to lose any of them. She was lost. All alone in the world now. Spencer was gone, her friends were gone, what would she do?

Her panicking ceased when the door to the apartment opened and Spencer walked in. Jemma jumped off the couch and flung her arms around him, sobbing.

"Jemma? What's wrong?" Spencer asked.

"I just saw the news." she cried against his neck. "I thought you died."

"No, I'm right here, Jem." he assured her.

"What about the team?" Jemma sniffled. "Is Emily OK?"

"Yes, Jemma, everyone's fine." Spencer said. "The unsub killed three SWAT members."

"Oh, Spencer..." Jemma continued to sob.

"Jemma, I'm here, I'm alive, why are you still crying?" Spencer asked.

"Because I'm scared, Spencer." Jemma replied. "I thought I lost you and it scared me because I realized that I need you and I've never needed anyone before."

Spencer kissed the top of Jemma's head. "I know, Jemma, I know exactly how you feel. I've never needed anyone before you."

"Since when do you need me?" Jemma asked, looking into Spencer's eyes. "I don't do anything for you."

Spencer pulled her closer. "Before you came along, I wasn't happy. All I could think about were the dark things I saw at work every day. You distract me from all of that."

Jemma blushed. She never knew she could mean so much to anyone.

"Jemma, we need to talk." Spencer sighed, loosening his grip so he could look her in the eyes.

A lump rose in Jemma's through. "OK," she said nervously, biting her lip. "About what?"

"You're going to be staying here for awhile longer." Spencer said. "It's uh... it's not really helpful to your recovery if you spend all day locked up in this apartment."

"One step ahead of you, darlin'." Jemma grinned. "I got a new job today."

"Really? That's great, Jem! Congratulations!" Spencer said, relieved that he would not have to force Jemma to do anything.

"Wanna go celebrate?" Jemma asked.

Spencer looked perplexed. "Jemma, it's almost midnight, where could we possibly go to celebrate?"

Jemma giggled. "We don't have to leave the apartment to celebrate." she hinted.

"Uh... I think there might be a bottle of wine in the back of the cupboard somewhere." Spencer said.

Jemma giggled once more. "Sounds, good, but that's not exactly what I had in mind."

She was surprising herself at how flirtatious she was being. She just wished Spencer would get what she was hinting at.

"I... I don't know what you mean." Spencer confessed.

Jemma sighed. "Sex, Spencer. I mean sex."

Spencer blushed, embarrassed for not catching on.

After what had happened between them the night before last, Spencer had been thinking about the situation whenever his mind was not occupied with the unsub in Miami. He was afraid that it had been a one time thing, that Jemma in her unstable state of mind would not want to be with him like that again. He was unsure of his own feelings about the situation as well. He had never just given into his more human desires like that before. Sure he had had sex several times before, attempts to sort out his own confusion, attempts to impress a certain Hollywood starlet, early rebellion against his intellect, but none of them had been very remarkable to him.

Jemma was different though. When they made love (Was that even what you'd call it? Neither of them had said the "L" word, but Spencer didn't think the act deserved a lesser title.), he felt as if some void had been filled in him, a void he had never knew was there until he met Jemma. He wanted that feeling again. In fact, he never wanted to stop feeling that feeling, but he knew that was probably the ex-drug addict inside him talking. Spencer was worried however that he would be taking advantage of Jemma by repeating the act, but seeing her tonight erased almost every doubt from his mind.

Jemma was back. Strong, determined, sweet Jemma. She was almost just as Spencer remembered her from before she was attacked. He was confident now that she would recover from the traumatic event.

Impatient, something Jemma rarely ever was, she took Spencer by the hand and pulled him down the hallway to the bedroom.

A/N: Yeah, short one, I know. I just wanted Jemma to realize things and to show everyone she's getting better. Also, I wanted to have Spencer express his feelings about their whole situation. Don't worry though, this is nowhere near the end of Jemma and Spencer's journey and there's some intense stuff coming up pretty soon.

Anyway, expect a lot more frequent updates from me since I found out last night that I'm now only working four hours a week. Yep, living on $30 a week. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to get through the week let alone have enough left over to save for university now. I'm feeling a major connection with Jemma right now, something I haven't felt in awhile. I guess I'm going to have to take a lesson from her and try to stay positive about this. *Sigh*

On a brighter note, for all the Threshold series fans, I have broken my writer's block a bit and I have enough initial planning of the next chapter to begin writing it when I get the chance. So, keep your eyes open for more crazy Grace drama.

So, please review! Your reviews are the sunshine in my life.