Hey guys! How have you been? Ready for another update? I'm not sure I'll be posting an update next week. I have another convention to go to this weekend so we'll see how things work out. Anyways, thanks to everyone who has been showing this story love and support! It means a lot to me!

Spencer was trying his hardest to make things normal between him and Lila. He still found her incredibly beautiful, just like he had years ago. It was hard on him to know that she was back with her ex. He was totally fine with just avoiding her for the rest of his life but she had to go and confront him. He saw pain in her face and that broke his heart even more. Never did he want to hurt her. If trying to act normal around her was what would make her happy, he would try to do it.

Helping her move was not as awkward as he thought it was going to be. He was glad Morgan, Garcia, and Will were present. He wasn't sure he would have been able to do it if it was just him. That would have been too much alone time with Lila. He still had feelings for her. He kind of felt that she still liked him, but thinking that way wouldn't do any good.

The next time he saw her at work, she was chitchatting with Emily. He decided to try to act normal like requested. "Hey," he said, approaching them. He swore Lila's face lit up when he approached. "What are you guys up to?"

"Emily was just telling me funny stories about her cat." There was a smile on Lila's face that in turn made him smile. He didn't understand why people were so obsessed with cats but if it made her happy, it couldn't be that bad.

"I went to pee once and came back to him having dragged a piece of chicken off the kitchen table and into the living room where he proceeded to eat it on the couch." Lila thought that was hilarious and started laughing right away. He thought it was funny too but not like Lila. It probably also didn't help that his head was killing him.

His head had been hurting the past few days. It wasn't bad at first but as time went on, his headaches were getting more and more intense. Taking painkillers wasn't helping him and neither was upping his caffeine intake. In fact, the latter may be making it worse. He wasn't sure. Either way, his head was currently pounding. If he got up too fast or moved too quickly, he could feel the pounding behind his eyes.

"Guys." He looked up and saw Garcia coming towards them. "We have a new case."

It was hard for him to focus during the briefing session. His head was aching and starting to make him feel sick. He was trying to keep himself together as Garcia went through what the case is about. He vaguely heard her mention they were going to Indiana to catch a serial killer who is murdering exotic dancers.

On the plane there he was feeling really awful. The pressure change, turbulence, and pounding headache was making his stomach churn. He made his way to the back of the plane where the bathroom is located. Unfortunately, the coffee pot resides in that area too. Lila was making herself a cup. "Hey," she smiled at him. "Are you here for the coffee as well? I'll pour you a cup."

"Actually," he said, pushing past her. "I don't feel well. Excuse me."

Vomiting made him feel slightly better. There was still a dull ache in his head but it wasn't as bad as before. For the rest of the flight he tried to relax as best as he could without drawing attention to himself. Lila was the only one of the group who seemed to pay him any mind. She kept glancing at him and it was making him nervous. He didn't want the others knowing he was suffering. There was nothing they could do. Plus he didn't want them to think that he wasn't capable of doing his job.

Once the plane landed Hotch divided them up. Spencer was lucky enough to get paired with Lila and talk to the victim's families. Lila took the driver's seat and the two of them headed out. It was quiet for a moment before she spoke. "Are you doing alright, Spence? You didn't look so good on the plane. And I heard you get sick in the bathroom."

"Yeah, I'm fine." He kept his voice soft and quiet. His gaze was out the window. He wasn't sure if he could lie to her face. "Motion sickness is quite common on planes. Your central nervous system receives conflicting signals from your senses-"

"Yeah, I get how that works, Spencer. I just don't believe that's what happened to you." Her voice was firm and he could hear the irritation. Perhaps he should have just left it at he was fine. He didn't need to add another lie on top of it.

He glanced over at her and saw she was clenching the steering wheel, clearly annoyed. He signed. "I had a migraine."

"Is it gone now?" Her question was of true concern. Her blue eyes flickered over to him. Long enough to make a connection but quick enough to not put them at risk of reckless driving.

"Kind of. It's at least better. Please don't say anything to the others. I don't want them to think I can't do my job." They had reached a stop light. His eyes were trained on her face and as soon as they came to a full and complete stop, she turned towards him. She was obviously worried about him. It was written all over her face. A face he still found insanely pretty and really wanted to kiss.

The light switched to green. Lila's attention was brought back to the road in front of them. "I won't say anything, Spencer," she said as she started to drive. "Please just take care of yourself. And I'm here for you if you need me." She reached her right hand across to him. Her hand fell lightly on top of his and she gave it a gentle squeeze before placing it back on the wheel. He smiled, thankful for her kindness.

His headaches were coming off and on during the whole case. With everything going on though, no one but Lila seemed to notice. He was pretty convinced if she wasn't getting coffee on the plane when he fell ill, she too would not notice.

After three days, the unsubs had finally been apprehended. They were able to save their latest victim and in his line of work, that's a win. He was worried the plane ride home would yield the same results as the plane ride there. Thankfully it didn't. Lila was keeping an eye on him…until she fell asleep. He watched her breath even out and her eyes scurry back and forth as she entered REM sleep. He envied that she was able to rest while his head started to pound again. But she looked so peaceful and beautiful, he wouldn't dream of disturbing her.

When they got back to the bureau, the group split up. Some went home, like Rossi, Emily, and Morgan. Others, like Lila, Hotch, Garcia, and himself, stayed to get a head start on the next day. They didn't arrive home too late at night so plugging in a couple hours at the office wasn't unreasonable. They all went to their respective quarters to do their work.

His headache was growing worse and worse but he was determined not to let it bother him. He tried to focus hard on his work. One by one the others left, leaving him alone at the office. He was still trudging along, trying to get his usual amount done.

"Hey," he looked up and saw Lila walking over to him. "You're still here? You're usually the first person done with their work. And then some." She sat down on his desk, eyeing him. "Head still bothering you?"

"I thought you left already." The lights were starting to bother him so he squinted as he looked up at her.

"I did, but I realized I forgot my keys. Those are kinda important." She dangled her keys in front of him, showing that she had what she came back for. Yet she wasn't leaving. "Is your head still bothering you?" She asked her question again. He avoided it the first time, hoping she would leave it alone. Apparently not.

"Yeah," he said, lowering his head to avoid her gaze and the light.

"Light sensitivity?"

"Yeah."

"I'm no doctor…yet, but I want to try and help you." He smiled a bit when she made the doctor comment He knows she's been working hard on her doctorate degree. He's seen her bring books on her subject on the plane with her. She sits there diligently reading, chewing her lower lip when she gets really into it. "Close your eyes." Her command snapped him out of his thoughts. "I use to get migraines when I'd be up for several nights studying for an exam. So close your eyes." He obeyed. "Good. Now, just let your head relax." He did so. Her fingers ran through his hair, making him jump slightly. "It's okay. It's just me. This is what I use to do. It helped, a bit. Well enough for me to make it through the day anyways."

Spencer let out a breath, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair. She was gently rubbing his head at various spots. It felt really nice. His headache was still going strong but her nimble fingers were light and soft. Like her lips. He felt the tension between them. It was thick and drowning. He was sure she had to feel it too. They hadn't been this close since they first met. At least for him, this position was bringing back a lot of those memories. In fact, her fingers were in his hair the last time they kissed.

"Spencer," her breathy voice broke his thoughts. Picking up his head and opening his eyes, he realized she was right in front of him. Her face inches from his. "Spencer, I-" She slowly pulled her fingers away. Her eyes were locked on his.

"I know." He leaned back in his chair to put some distance between them, as much as he didn't want to. "I feel it too."

"I didn't mean to." She looked scared and upset with herself. "I just wanted to help with your headaches."

"I know," he repeated. He met her eyes again. "I know I still have feelings for you."

"I do too. I thought that with all the time passing and me getting back together with Ben I wouldn't. But I'm still attracted to you. And I thought it would be okay. I thought I could handle it. Hell, I yelled at you for not handling it. But then you were casually talking to me and I hated seeing you in pain in the plane and car. Then I see you here and touching you like that just sent sparks through my body. So much so that I almost fucking kiss you. My god, I'm a fucking mess." He watched her as she rambled. As she went on she got more and more upset. Her words were speeding up and her face flushed. She was about to start crying.

"Hey." He reached out and grabbed her hand. "Don't cry. This isn't worth crying over." The sight of tears rolling over her cheeks was breaking his heart. The last thing he ever wanted to do was make her cry, yet here she was.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled, "my stupid insurance changed with my new job so I had to switch to new birth control and it's making me cry. A lot. At everything." He knew a decent amount about birth control. However, he never had to take it and cannot fully understand what it feels like from the inside. He assumed she knew what she was talking about. Still, he hated to see her cry.

"So what should we do?" Spencer was almost afraid to ask.

"I'm not sure." She wiped away a few tears. "Above everything, you're my friend, Spencer. I don't ever want that to change. And as much as I want to get on that chair with you and kiss you like no tomorrow, I'm not. I really do love Ben. I want things to work with us."

"So we're friends?"

She laughed slightly, making him smile. "Friends." There was a beat of silence before she spoke again. "I guess I'll be heading home then."

"Yeah, I will too. I'm not going to finish anything more tonight." They both stood up at the same time, they're bodies almost pressing against each other. Both of them were blushing. "See- see you tomorrow, then." He whispered, looking down at her. Standing at full height the top of her head ended just under his nose.

"Yeah. See you," she said, not breaking her eye contact.

He wanted to kiss her. He really did. He didn't think she would pull away from him either. But he couldn't do that. It wasn't fair to her and it wasn't fair to her boyfriend. Even though Spencer really didn't like Ben. Instead, he lightly pressed his lips to her cheek. He turned on his heels and headed out, not wanting to test his patience anymore.

I was having trouble with this chapter and how it was going to work until I made it from Spencer's point of view. I hope you like it.