Spencer stood on the other side of the glass staring at her. Somehow, she managed to plot and orchestrate another kidnapping. His blood boiled at the sight of her. She knew exactly how to get under his skin and the last time he saw her he'd actually tried to murder her. Thank God J.J. was there to snap him from his rage trance.

"You alright?"

Spencer turned to see Emily watching him from the doorway. The worry and concern written plainly on her face.

"Yea."

"You know we don't have to play her game. We can figure out another way –" Emily started.

"Two children's lives are at stake. It will only end if she gets what she wants," he muttered before walking past Emily to enter the interrogation room.

As soon as he stepped inside, Cat Adams sat up with a smile on her face and that evil sparkle in her eye. Spencer quietly walked over to the table and sat down in the metal chair. He folded his hands on the tabletop and stared blankly at her.

"No hello?" she grinned.

Spencer didn't respond, he continued to stare her down.

"If this is your idea of negotiating, those two kiddos don't stand a chance," she said sarcastically.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see you. Prison was getting a little boring so … here I am," she said.

"What. Do. You. Want?" he said, emphasizing each word.

Cat rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.

"You used to be fun. What happened to you?"

"You happened to me," he replied.

"Well, that's a little rude."

"Cat, this isn't a game. This is someone else's life. These are children with friends and family, and you are hurting them with your antics. Tell me where they are –"

"Or what? You'll kill me? I'm already scheduled for that," she said.

Spencer's brow furrowed.

"Guess no one cared to inform you. I confessed to everything. All 232. I'm being executed next week. So, threatening me is not going to get you anywhere."

While it was true that Cat had a way of getting under Spencer's armor and seeing hidden things, he also had the same effect on her. Despite her hard exterior, he saw a glimpse of fear and maybe, even sadness. He sat back in his chair and sighed.

"You obviously have nothing to lose here, so what do you want?"

"It's funny the things that run through your mind when you are alone for hours and days at a time. When you know you the exact day and time you'll no longer exist on Earth. You start thinking about how your life could've been different. What if you had taken a different path," she began.

"You are incapable of remorse," he said, eyeing her skeptically.

"You also said I'm incapable of loving anyone and yet here we are," she said gesturing her hand at him.

He went to say something snarky, but she spoke before he could.

"Anyway, I realized that I never got to have a normal life. I never went to school or had friends. I never went on a date where I didn't murder someone. I never took a vacation or went sight-seeing."

"Where is this going Cat?" Spencer interrupted.

"I want to experience something real, something genuine just once before I die," she said.

"Maybe you should've thought about that before killing 232 people," he snipped.

"Maybe, but I can't take back what I did, now can I?" she snapped back.

Again, a small piece of armor slipped, and he saw something he was shocked to see. Something he truly thought she was incapable of. He saw regret.

"Ok, fine. What is it you want from me?"

"I want to go on a date with you. A real date, with a few drinks, some dancing. I want to dress up and look pretty."

"Cat, you're a death-row inmate, how in the world do you expect me to pull this off?" he asked.

"You'll figure it out. You're smart."

Spencer leaned forward onto the table.

"I don't think you are understanding me. You are a murderer, a killer. There is nowhere in the world I can take you where they will trust you won't harm someone," he explained.

"That's why I had those kids kidnapped. It makes no sense to kidnap two random kids just so I can kill you or anyone else. What I'm demanding is what I'm after. There's no hidden agenda. This is what I want."

Spencer sat quietly for a few moments before he sighed and stood up to leave the room.

"I'll see what I can do."

(xxxxx)

A couple hours passed before the door to the interrogation room opened again. J.J. walked in carrying a bag in her hand, two-armed SWAT officers following behind. Cat sat up straighter in her chair.

"Guess it's your lucky day," J.J. said tossing the bag to Cat.

(xxxxx)

Cat had been ushered to the bathroom where J.J., Emily, and Tara stood watch as a stylist cleaned Cat's hair in the sink, dried it, and applied makeup for her date. The bag J.J. had thrown at her had clothes inside that she changed into.

Cat spent much of the time making snide remarks and poking at the women, trying to get them to join in fake girl banter. None of them bit, much to Cat's dismay. Finally, she was dressed and ready to go. She stood in front of the mirror admiring herself.

She wore a maroon spaghetti strap dress that was longer in the back than the front. She wore ankle boots with heals that would make her a little closer to Spencer's height. For a moment she was overwhelmed. She noticed the girls watching her and tried to play it off.

"Well, I was hoping for something more revealing, but considering you three nuns probably picked it, I should be happy," she said.

"You're welcome," J.J. said sarcastically.

"Where's Spencie?"

"Spencer is waiting in the lobby for you," Emily said, emphasizing his full name.

"Don't want to keep my date waiting, shall we?" Cat said as she turned to the door.

Tara moved quickly to open it and escorted Cat out. J.J. and Emily walked behind her just in case. When they rounded the corner to the lobby, Cat saw a crowd of SWAT officers and the BAU team but couldn't find Spencer.

She was about to ask where he was when Luke and Matt stepped aside revealing him. He was dressed in all black with a tie that matched her dress. His hair had been messily styled, but clearly, he had taken a moment to fix it. He stepped forward and held out his arm. She smelled a hint of cologne.

"You ready?" he asked miserably.

"Yes," she replied as she linked her arm with his.

They climbed on the elevator with a few agents and SWAT officers. Spencer hit the ground level button and she watched the BAU members disappear from view.

"You know, you could seem a little more excited," she said bitterly.

"What? You can't tell how thrilled I am?" he said mundanely.

Her jaw clenched as she internally fumed. They walked silently to the waiting SWAT bus, where they were loaded inside with two armed guards. Once they were seated and, on the road, Cat turned angrily to Spencer.

"Are you going to pout all night? This is my dying request and if you aren't going to even pretend to have fun, then take me back to the station now," she growled.

Spencer glanced over to see her glaring at him.

"You didn't even tell me how beautiful I look. What kind of a man doesn't compliment his date?"

She looked away from him to stare angrily out the back window. Her arms folded over her chest. It was quiet for a few minutes before Spencer spoke up.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

Cat turned her head to look at him. His eyes were kinder, and his body was less tense.

"I promise I'll make more of an effort," he said sincerely.

Cat eyed him wearily before turning to look back out the back window. The rest of the ride was in silence. 20 minutes later, they pulled into an empty parking lot and found themselves standing in front of a brick building.

"What is this place?" Cat asked as Spencer helped her out of the vehicle.

"It's a rental hall," he said as he led her to the front door.

"I hope it's better looking on the inside," she said scrunching her nose up in disgust.

Spencer surprised her by chuckling. She looked to see a small smile on his face.

"Don't worry, it is," he said.

He reached for the door and swung it open. He led Cat down a corridor toward another set of double doors. He stopped and turned toward her.

"Ready?"

Cat took a deep breath and smiled.

"Yes."