One month had gone by. Spencer was feeling more and more discouraged. He knew he needed to trust his team, but it was hard when he never saw them. They were always away on a case or too busy to stop by. If it weren't for Krystal, he might've lost his mind. He couldn't help but wonder sometimes if they forgot they were supposed to be helping him.

Rolling over in bed, he looked at the clock. It was 9:30am! He slept in! He never slept in! What about the baby? He glanced over to see Lacy sound asleep as usual. He knew she wouldn't be up with their son. She never paid him any attention. She was back to focusing strictly on herself and shedding her baby weight. Not that Spencer minded. He was glad he didn't have to interact with her.

He slipped out of bed and hurried into the makeshift nursery Krystal and Dave had put together. He was surprised to see the crib empty. He hurried down the stairs heading straight for the living room, trying not to overreact and panic. He skidded to a halt when he found Krystal watching television with a little bundle in her arms.

"Good morning," she said with a bright smile.

"I'm so sorry," Spencer said walking toward her. "I must've missed him crying."

"Oh no, you didn't. I just happened to be walking by when I heard his little morning coos. I figured you could use some rest," she said.

"Well, thank you. That means a lot," he said reaching out to pick up his son. "And I slept well."

Krystal handed the baby over and stood up.

"I'm going to go make some breakfast. Sit and relax for a bit," she said wandering out of the room.

Spencer sat down on the couch and smiled at the sleeping baby in his arms. His little brown fuzz was poking out from under the blue hat on his head. His little body released hums of contentment.

"Good morning Charlie," he said softly before kissing the little hand that stuck out of the fleece blanket. "Did you sleep well? Daddy did."

"Well Mommy didn't cause Daddy was snoring like a monster truck."

Spencer looked up to see Lacy wandering into the room. She was dressed in her work-out attire, which included way too much makeup for someone about to sweat.

"It's a mansion. If you can't sleep next to me, find another room," Spencer said as he turned his attention back to his son.

"Whatever. I'm going to the gym," she replied as she headed to the kitchen.

He looked up with a furrowed brow. That was odd. Usually, she would argue more with him. He got up and followed her into the kitchen.

"What's your deal?" he said as she started filling up her water bottle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked turning to look at him.

She was almost giddy. Her face lit with a not well-hidden excitement. Spencer studied her further. Something was definitely going on.

"I'm just in a good mood today," she said after a moment.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"I don't know. Maybe I woke up on the right side of the bed today," she stated.

"Wish you'd do that more often," he muttered.

"Normally, I'd punch you in the balls for such a smart-ass remark, but today, you are lucky," she replied.

With that she walked happily out of the room. Spencer looked at Krystal who watched the entire conversation with just as much confusion as him.

"Off to the gym," she hollered as the door slammed behind her.

"That was weird," Spencer said, making Krystal nod.

"Sure is, but I gave up understanding that girl a long time ago," she said as she threw ingredients into the bowl. "Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes. Go enjoy the peace and quiet."

Spencer grinned at her remark. It was always a lot happier around the house when Lacy was gone. He headed to the living room and just settled in when the doorbell rang.

"I got it," he hollered.

With Charlie stilled curled in his arms, he walked to the front door and opened it.

(xxxxx)

Snow was falling slowly to the ground. What would normally be a peaceful and serene moment was anything but. Hotch stood solemnly talking to two officers when Lacy pulled up to the mansion. She excited the car with confusion. Yellow caution tape surrounded the property. Dozens of vehicles with police were scattered about the area. She saw Krystal sitting in the back of one of the police vehicles with her head buried in her hands. Rossi stood next to her, his hand on her back trying to calm her down.

"Ms. Driscoll, a word," Hotch said as he approached her.

"What's going on? Where's Spencer? Where's Charlie?" Lacy said as she continued to look around at the scene.

"Ms. Driscoll, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but," Hotch said as his voice wavered. "They've been shot."

"What?" Lacy gasped. "Where are they? Are they ok?"

Her hands shook as she took in the news.

"I'm sorry," was all Hotch could reply.

Lacy collapsed against him crying as he held her. Her sobbing echoed through the snowy streets.

"We need you to go to the station to ask you some questions," Hotch said to her after a few moments. "Officer Denon will escort you."

"Ok," she whimpered as she followed the officer to the nearest police car.

Hotch looked over the scene before him before dropping his head and walking to his own car.

(xxxxx)

An hour later, Hotch opened the door to the interrogation room carrying a manilla folder. He placed it down on the table before sitting in the cold metal chair. Lacy, who sat with her knees curled against her chest, watched him quietly.

"What happened?" she asked with a shaky voice when he settled into his seat.

Hotch took a moment to open the folder and peer at it before looking up at her.

"Someone shot them," he replied matter-of-factly.

"What?" she said putting her hands over her mouth.

Hotch didn't say anything. He just stared at her, watching her movements, and making note of everything mentally.

"Why would someone shoot them?" she whimpered.

"Perhaps you could tell me?" he said.

"You don't think I did this, do you? I was at the gym. You can call them. They will tell you," she said defensively.

"Don't worry, we've already checked into that," he replied.

She visibly relaxed.

"Good. Cause I could never hurt my family. Spencer and I may have had some differences, but I loved him. I wanted to marry him," she started to tear up and shake again. "I wasn't supposed to tell anyone … but he told me he was going to propose soon."

She began to sob as she threw her head down onto the table.

"Why is this happening? Why?"

Hotch didn't move a muscle. He watched her show of grief, waiting for her to calm down.

"Do you know who did this? Have you found them?" she asked after a few minutes of hysterics.

"No. Do you have any idea who might've done this?"

Lacy sat up and wiped at her face. She sniffled as Hotch handed her a tissue. She wiped at her nose and curled the tissue into her fist.

"No, I mean … I guess he has enemies from work though, right? So, it's probably one of them," she said.

"Possibly," Hotch said before folding his arms across his chest. "You didn't hire anyone to kill them, did you? Maybe you were interested in a different life. One you weren't getting with Spencer and your son."

"What? No … I …. No, like I said," she stuttered. "Spencer and I were planning on getting married. I loved him. I loved my son. I would never hurt them or want anyone to hurt them."

"Maybe motherhood was never something you wanted. Spencer told us that you threatened to kill the baby when you were still pregnant. Why would that change now? Now that you can make it look like a random homicide. You get lots of pity and the chance to move on," Hotch said angrily.

"Are you kidding me right now? First of all, I would never threaten to kill my baby. I don't know why Spencer would say something like that, but it was probably his way of trying to make his affair with Emily seem justified. If I look crazy, then it's ok that he cheated on me. I'm the victim in all of this!" she yelled back.

"I've seen your tantrums, Lacy. It's not out of the question to think you would threaten to harm someone."

"This is unreal. I want to speak with someone who isn't Spencer's friend. I can't believe you are sitting here accusing me of killing my child and my boyfriend. How disgusting! I should be mourning the loss of my loved ones not being set up to be a murderer!" she said turning red with anger.

"Look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't do this! That you didn't hire someone to kill Spencer and Charlie and I'll walk away!"

"I. DIDN'T. DO. IT," she said matching his stance. "I didn't hire anyone to kill my son and boyfriend!"

"Fine," Hotch replied slamming his folder closed. "I'll go get someone else."

With that he slid his chair back, got to his feet, and stormed to the door. It slammed shut behind him. Fifteen minutes later, the door swung open, and J.J. stood looming in the doorway.

"Finally, am I free to leave?" Lacy asked as she rolled her eyes.

"Not yet. You said you wanted to speak to someone else?" she said with her brows raised in question.

"Not you, either. I want someone who isn't Spencer's friend," she replied folding her arms against her chest.

"We have two options for you to choose from. Which one would you prefer to speak with?" she said stepping aside.

The first to cross through the doorway was Mick Rawson. Lacy sat up straighter and stared at him before looking to J.J.

"Is this a joke?"

"Why would we joke about something so serious?" J.J. asked.

"He … he's a friend of Spencer's too …" she said with the first sign of real nervousness.

"No, love. I'm a friend of Emily's. Spencer and I barely know each other," Mick stated.

"I want to speak to someone else," Lacy replied. "Who is my other choice. I want the other person."

J.J. nodded and looked to her right, using her head to signal the person to come forward. Lacy's face drained of color. Her jaw slowly dropped.

"Spencer?" she whispered, unintentionally.

(xxxxx)

A/N: What did you think? Were you worried for a moment? Next chapter will explain more. Hopefully, I will be able to post in the next few days. Between school and work, I don't get as much free time. BUT lovely comments set a fire under me to try really hard not to make you wait … : ) XOXO