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Spencer

I felt my jaw drop as Lila wrapped her arms around me. This wasn't happening. This really was not happening.

"L-Lila, hi, I'm so sorry about Pinky. W-we'll do our best," I stuttered, trying not to look at her.

"Five years and that's all I get?" she asked, with a fake pout on her face, tears dry at last.

"It's been a long time," I replied, finally looking around. The rest of the team had wandered off to the investigation room, knowing who Lila was, but Sara stood there with her eyes wide open.

"Look, I apologize for being rude, but the team needs to get ahead of this unsub. I'll talk to you later," I said briskly, trying to get Sara to go with me, but she stood resolute.

I grabbed her hand gently and pulled her away from Lila, both looking at me with surprise.

We finally got into the investigation room and Morgan looked up at me with concern.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said nonchalantly.

The next few minutes passed in a blur, the team eventually leaving Sara and I to work on the geographic profile.

"We'll call you if we find anything," Hotch added as they left.

It was finally quiet and I looked at Sara, who had sat there the whole time without saying anything.

"Sara?" I prompted her, willing her to say something, anything.

"That's Lila Archer," she replied, refusing to look at me.

"Um, well, yes," I said, unsure of where she was going with this.

"THE Lila Archer," she said.

"Well, yes, she's the actress."

"She's beautiful."

I stared at her, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I suppose she is," I finally replied.

"You dated THE Lila Archer," she said slowly.

"I never said that I-" I started, but realized that she could tell.

"You didn't have to say. What happened? She's beautiful and rich and famous and, and, just everything," she spit out, finally looking at me.

"She's not everything…" I replied slowly.

"Whatever, back to the profile," Sara said briskly before turning back to the map.

I should have told her. Damn it, I messed everything up.

I took a deep breath, I'd explain after the case. She'd have to listen to me, wouldn't she?

Sara

I tried not to glance at Spencer but I couldn't help it. The moment I did, all I could think of was the devastated look on his face.

Was I being too rash? Whatever, we needed to concentrate on this case. No distractions.

We worked in silence, plotting the abduction and dump sites on the map.

The stillness was unnerving and I finally excused myself to go get some coffee.

"I'll be right back," I said, fiddling with my sleeve.

As soon as the door swung shut, I broke into a run until I reached the bathroom.

I slammed the door and locked it, sinking to the floor.

He had dated Lila Archer. I mean, I guess I thought about him having girlfriends before, but never someone like her.

She was everything I wasn't, everything I wanted to be.

I tried not to cry as I mindlessly ran my fingers up and down the scars on my legs.

Why would he stay with someone like me when he could be with her? He'd leave me, that's the only reasonable outcome of this whole thing.

He'd realize how stupid he was to be with me in the first place.

God, this was going to hurt.

I sniffed back tears and wiped my face with my sleeve.

I'd get through this. I had gotten through everything else, a little more heartbreak wouldn't kill me.

At least, I hoped it wouldn't.

Spencer

As soon as Sara had excused herself I was worried.

I had expected her to be mad, to yell, to do something, anything at all. But I didn't expect this.

I waited for a few minutes, giving her time to come back.

Fifteen minutes later I finally got up and went to the coffee bar in the other room.

A police officer was standing there, pouring himself a cup.

"Excuse me, have you seen my colleague? She's tall, with brown hair-" I said as he cut me off.

"This one lady just ran into the bathroom about fifteen minutes ago, I think I saw her come in with you and your team."

I thanked him quickly and hurried off to the restroom.

I knocked hesitantly and heard someone sniff inside.

"Sara?"

"Go away."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she answered, peering through the door.

"Okay, I just, I wanted to make sure…" I said awkwardly.

She opened the door quickly, wiping her face with her sleeve.

"Sorry about that, back to the profile," she replied, once again all business.

Sara

This was incredibly embarrassing.

I couldn't decide what I wanted more, for the team to come back so I wasn't alone with him, or for them to never come back so they wouldn't have to see what a fool I'd been.

I sat back down at the table and quickly began working on the geographic profile again.

"Okay, here's the unsub's twenty mile comfort zone. He most likely lives somewhere here," Spencer said, finally breaking the silence.

We worked for a few more minutes until the rest of the team arrived. I tried not to look at them. They must have known about Lila, why didn't they tell me?

I shook my head and concentrated on the case.

Hours later we had only reached a few conclusions.

"We can assume that the unsub is from around here. All of these women were abducted from a specific place. Only someone with a lot of knowledge of this town would be able to know where to find them," Hotch said.

"The dumpsites are random, most likely just what is easiest for the unsub," Rossi interjected.

"These kills are personal, we'll have to dig into the victims' personal lives, see what overlaps," Prentiss added.

"Okay, it's getting late. Garcia, you see what you can find on the victims. Any commonalities in their lives or who they are associated with," directed Hotch.

"Of course, my liege. Your wish is my command."

"The rest of you, it's time to go to the hotel. We'll start fresh tomorrow."

We reached the hotel and I refrained from running to my room.

I grabbed the room keys, hurriedly handing them out to everyone.

"I can't wait to sleep," said Morgan with a sigh.

"My bed is calling to me," Prentiss added.

We walked down the hallway to our rooms and everyone opened their doors.

"Goodnight," I said quickly, shutting the door before anyone could respond.

I heard Morgan's voice through the door as I turned away. "Pretty Boy, you are in deep shit."