Cat sipped at her drink as she waited angrily for Spencer to return to her. When he finally did, he sat down across from her and furrowed his brow when he noticed her expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she snapped.

"Try again," he said.

"Enjoy your phone call?" she said bitterly.

"It was work. I had to answer," he replied.

"Of course, work calls and you have to bend over backwards for them. Let me guess was it, Blondie?"

"Her name is J.J.," he said defensively.

"Whatever. Let's go. Just take me back to the station," she said getting up and walking off toward the entrance door.

Spencer ran after her and grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Wait a minute, Cat, stop," he said as he spun her around to face him. "Why do you want to go? It was just –"

"Work, I know. You said that."

"Then why are you so angry? You're an inmate, they have to check in once and a while," he said.

"God, Spencer, you can really be thick sometimes," Cat said rolling her eyes and turning to leave.

Spencer grabbed her arm and spun her to face him again. This time he held both arms to keep her from running off.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"There are easily 20 SWAT officers and your FBI friends surrounding this place, not to mention the ones watching just out of our view. No one needs to check up on you," she said angrily.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say," he said truly confused.

"Blondie likes you. She always has. You're just too stupid to see it," she said.

"What? Cat, she's married –"

"Oh, yes, cause marriage is some kind of forcefield that keeps feelings regarding anyone except your spouse out or in. She may not act on it, but she has it for you."

Spencer seemed more confused by this. His eyes moved around thoughtfully as he tried to wrap his mind around this information. Cat rolled her eyes again and tried to pull out of his arms.

"Now if you'll let me go," she growled as she squirmed.

"But I don't want you to go," he blurted.

Cat stopped wriggling to look at him.

"Why? You didn't seem to care when I opened myself up to you out there. Those lyrics meant something, and you just walked off to answer Blondie's call. Can't miss the opportunity to talk to her. I don't know why I thought things would be different tonight," she said with a sad laugh.

Spencer's hands fell away from her and Cat wrapped her arms around her waist, as though they were protecting her. She looked down at her boots and felt emotionally broken. Something Spencer was good at awakening in her. No one else ever made her feel these types of emotions.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," he said guiltily.

"No shit. You know why? Because you're wrapped up in J.J. And why shouldn't you be? There's a real chance with her. A chance to have a family and to live a happy life. What do I have to offer? I had to threaten murder in order to get you to pay any attention to me."

With that she walked off toward the exit, but once again, Spencer ran after her.

"Cat, wait," he called as he trotted to her. "Please, give me a chance to make it up to you."

He was surprised when she turned, and he saw real genuine tears. He felt his stomach tie in knots and his breath caught in his throat.

"It doesn't matter anymore," she whispered.

"It matters to me," he said.

"Why?" she said wetly.

"Because I think I'm the only person that sees the real you," he said softly. Cat looked him in the eye as her lip trembled. "You've fought hard to prove that I'm as bad a person as you are, but I believe the truth is deep down the real Cat is screaming to be seen as a good person like me."

Cat threw her head back and shook it, before looking back at him.

"That is utterly ridiculous. I killed 232 people Spencer. How in the world can anyone call me good? I'm a monster. Everyone would agree."

"I believe what you've done is monstrous. I believe you chose the wrong path and made awful choices," he said. "But I also believe you were set up for failure when your father hurt you."

"He wasn't the only one. It's why I killed my foster parents too. My foster father used to rape me, and my foster mother pretended she had no clue. That she couldn't hear my screams for help. He even let my foster brothers join in on occasion."

"My point exactly," Spencer said. "As children we are impressionable and the way we are raised is guaranteed to shape our views and beliefs regarding life. You saw men as predators, and you were convinced the only way to deal with the injustice of their behavior was to kill them. It's not an excuse for what you've done, it just explains why you ended up on such a dark path."

"Wow, you really know how to sell it. Is this therapy appointment free or do I have to pay on the way out," Cat replied sarcastically.

"I'm serious Cat," he insisted. "There is a child hidden underneath all of your hate and loathing that just wants to be loved. It's why you found me."

"No, I found you because you lied to me and told me you wanted to murder your pregnant wife."

"Yes, that was physically how you found me, but emotionally you found me that first time we met. When you heard the child hidden inside of me. The one that was scared and alone and so badly wanted his mom to be normal and love him the way other moms did."

Cat wiped at a few stray tears quickly as she listened to him.

"We are not perfect, you and me. Our transgressions in the eyes of God put us on equal footing. We are no better or worse than the other."

"Since when are you a man of God?" Cat asked with a furrowed brow.

"I'm a man of possibilities and if there is a God, that's how things would be," he replied.

They stood silently for a few moments before Cat looked up at him. There was a small hint of the sparkle back in her eyes.

"You know it's weird to say you have a kid inside you," she said with a tiny smirk.

Spencer rolled his eyes playfully.

"You know what I meant," he said. "So, will you stay longer? Let me make it up to you?"

"Ok, fine," she huffed, but he saw her trying to hide a smile.

"Ok, meet me on the dance floor," he said as he hurried off toward the DJ.

She felt her face burning as she walked to the middle of the floor. She wasn't sure if everything he said was all for show or not, but for now, for her own sake, she would trust that it was real. She would shut out the evil side of her screaming about his deceit. Moments later he returned with one hand held out as he dipped slightly forward in a formal gesture.

"Cat Adams, care to dance?" he asked.

"We've been dancing all night weirdo," she said teasingly. He glared at her. "Ok, yes. I'll dance with you."

The music started playing and Cat recognized it as the Jonas Brothers. It was a song called Hesitate. Spencer had pulled her close to his body as they swayed back and forth to the music. She rested her chin on his shoulder as she listened to the beautiful words being sung. Suddenly, she felt his breath on her cheek, and he was whispering … no softly singing, the words to her.

"Pull me close and I'll hold you tight. Don't be scared cause I'm on your side. No there's nothing I wouldn't do for you," he sang horribly off key.

Cat squeezed her eyes closed as tears streamed down her cheeks. She wanted to believe this was real. This fantasy. She wanted this life. She wished she could go back in time and do things differently. For the first time in her entire life, she wished she hadn't been a murderer.

"I will take your pain and put it on my heart. I won't hesitate just tell me where to start. I'll thank the oceans for giving me you. You saved me once and now I'll save you too. I won't hesitate for you," he sang.

Spencer heard a painful, broken gasp as Cat began sobbing into his shoulder. A new song began playing, but he still held her tight, no longer moving to the music. He couldn't be sure, but he was fairly certain he had heard her choke out, "I'm sorry," as she wept into his clothes.

After two songs played, Cat pulled away and tried to wipe away the evidence of tears off her face, while Spencer watched her sympathetically.

"843 Westhill St. The kids are being held there," she whispered before walking off to the front door.

This time, Spencer didn't run after her. He stood where he was watching her walk away. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. Her entire body sagging under the weight of inevitable future. There had to be something more. Something to bring them both a sense of closure. Something to make the knowledge of her imminent death easier to swallow. With that, he hurried after her.

(xxxxx)

A/N: thank you for the awesome comments! I wasn't sure if this story would be successful or not, but I guess more people like their chemistry the way I do. I'm nearing the end of this one, maybe a few more chapters. I have to finish my J.J. story and then I'll try a Max and Spencer story for the (guest) who asked that question. XOXO