~SPENCER POV~

It had been two weeks since mine and Bexley's movie night and I as I drove to work, I couldn't help but think about her. It seemed like she was all that was on my mind lately. I could focus on our cases and everything else but my favorite part of the day now was coming home to see her.

She'd been staying the night at my apartment or I'd been staying the night at hers ever since that first night. The times we were apart were hard, at least for me. I wanted so much to be closer to her than I was now. To fully understand her because I couldn't shake the feeling that she still didn't trust me.

I felt like she was hiding something from me and I wanted to know. At the same time, I was scared to find out. Secrets were kept for a reason and whatever she was hiding she clearly didn't want out.

I loved her though. The moment I'd come to realize this, I'd wanted to know everything about her. There were times I felt like she knew me better than I knew myself. When I looked into her golden eyes, I felt like she was seeing my soul and seeing me for the person that I had strived to be.

My mind was completely blank when I got into the room where Hotch, Garcia, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi were. There was a small woman with red hair and blue eyes, standing with her hands on her hips and looking extremely angry.

"Reid, this is Sasha Caverly." Hotch introduced the woman and I nodded before taking a seat next to JJ.

The woman didn't offer me any acknowledgement as she glared at Hotch. "Well, are you going to help me? My ex-husband is stalking me and I can't let my new husband find out about it because I've been trying to keep my past a secret. I'm trying to move on with my life. The police in Colorado won't do anything."

"Ma'am, unless the stalking is truly aggressive or you have any other evidence that he might harm you, we can't look into since you haven't put a restraining order on him." JJ tried to keep her voice calm but it was clear that she irritated with the situation.

Sasha looked at JJ with a hateful look and said "What about if I had evidence that he'd abused a child and murdered someone? There's probably more I could dig up on him if I could get the person to talk."

Rossi crossed his arms but stayed silent. I could tell that he wanted to say something to the woman but instead chose to stay quiet. Morgan, however, spoke up.

"You have evidence that he's abused a child and possibly committed murder but you are calling it in only because he's bothering you?" he asked and she rolled her eyes.

"Kids need to learn how to defend themselves some time and I moved. This was years ago but I bet anything he's still beating the hell out of her if she's not dead by now. As for the murder, it wasn't anyone of importance to me." she groaned in frustration and I couldn't stay quiet anymore.

"How can you be annoyed at the fact that you left a child for dead only because it's an inconvenience for you?" I growled and she looked at me surprised before flipping her red hair.

"I can be annoyed because the kid didn't mean anything to me. This kid ruined my life and is still screwing things up. My parents disowned me and I had six miserable years with an alcoholic because of that kid. I left for a reason and thought after that, my life would be perfect. I can't even remember the kid's name, it's been so long." She said and I couldn't help but hear the serious note in this woman's voice over her own child that she'd abandoned.

Rossi spoke up then and glared at the woman. "You are a disgusting excuse for a human being but we'll look into the case. Who was the person that was murdered? Or do you remember the name?"

The woman smiled then, satisfied with his answer. "Alexandrea Ashburn."

Garcia walked out of the room and while she left to get a hard copy of the file we all sat in silence. I felt anger that I hadn't felt in a long time as I stared at Sasha Caverly. I tried to stay quiet as we waited on Garcia and she arrived not a second later.

She sat down and began reading the file out loud. "It says that Alexandrea Ashburn was sixty years old when she was found strangled on her living room floor. She was strangled by a belt and had several bones broken from the weight of the killer. The only witness was…"

A tear ran down Garcia's cheek then and she stopped reading. She looked up at Sasha with a look of disbelief and Sasha simply raised her eyebrows.

"You said the kid that was abused was a girl? She was your daughter?" the woman simply nodded at Garcia's questions.

Garcia looked at me as more tears streamed down her face and she handed me the file without another word. I looked down, confused at her reaction and began to read out loud where Garcia left off.

"The only witness was sixteen year old Bexley Kirrier, the deceased's granddaughter, who had been covered in bruises when the police arrived but when asked about the murder said she didn't know anything. Local P.D. dropped the case a month later." I finished and looked up at the woman, my vision going red. Bexley's words came back to me and I now knew who I was looking at. I was looking at the woman who had bailed Bexley's abusive father out of jail and left because she couldn't stand the embarrassment of foster care. I looked down at the floor to keep myself calm.

JJ grabbed my hand then and said "This man is now a threat to Sasha and possibly other civilians. We're going to have to find out everything we can about him and to do that we're going to have to ask Bexley about him and read her file."

"The hell you are." I heard a voice I could now pick out of a crowd and wished desperately that I was wrong at who I was about to see.

I looked up from the floor and saw the woman I loved standing in the doorway looking at me and from that day on, I would hate myself for the expression that came across her face. She was hurt, broken, betrayed, and angry all at once.

~BEXLEY POV~

"What the fuck are you doing here? It's been sixteen years and now is the time you decide to come back? My life is finally starting to get better and you come back?" I growled at my mother and she looked at me confused for a minute before realization dawned on her.

She laughed, amused at the sight of me. "Well you're not dead after all."

I had to resist the urge to hit her then and there but instead took a deep breath. "No, he wouldn't be kind enough to kill me. He'd rather take everything I cared about first. You would know that had you given a damn about me in the first place."

"I heard about your grandmother and honestly thought that you'd just kill yourself afterward. You're daddy's stalking me and that's why I'm here." She said and I felt my blood heat up from the anger I felt towards this woman.

"So you led him here? What kind of brilliant idea was that? Why do you even need the police? You're replacement family can take care of you just fine." I growled and she shook her head.

She looked at me with pure hate in that moment and I felt my stomach do a back flip out of fear of what I knew she was about to say. "He's looking for you. It's all your fault… again. I would have thought that after your last mistake, you would learn to not do anything to piss him off. I know for a fact that your grandmother's death had something to do with you. He wouldn't kill his own mother for no reason."

I felt tears build up in my eyes at the truth in her words but refused to let them fall in front of her. "He found out that she left me a little bit of money but I can't even touch it until I have been free of him for a year! Don't you think I would have given it to him already if I could?"

She laughed and rolled her eyes before asking "So, you're not denying the fact that your grandmother is dead because of you?"

I turned away then and wrapped my arms around myself, trying not to fall apart in front of everyone.

"That's what this comes down to? A little bit of money?" Morgan asked but I refused to turn around and look at any of them. I was angry with every one of them. I was angry, because they were going to read my file and every personal part of my life that had ever been documented and were going to interrogate me for more person information.

"No, what this comes down to is that you all have a reason to go find my bastard ex-husband now and you're still sitting on your asses." Sasha growled and I could almost see all of their expressions.

I began to walk out of the room because I couldn't take anymore of hearing her. The scene started to play in my mind of the day I'd found my grandmother and I knew that I was going to start crying. I wouldn't do that in front of her though. I wouldn't let Sasha see me weak, even for a moment.

I was walking toward the elevator when I heard a second pair of footsteps not far behind me. "Don't you dare."

I growled at him and could feel that his hand was close to my shoulder. I could hear his shallow breathing and could almost see his expression of not knowing what to do or say to make things better. There was nothing he could have done at this point to make things better, but he could make them worse without a doubt.

"Bexley…" Spencer said softly and I had to fight the urge to look back at him. I stood there regardless of how much I wanted to continue walking.

"Why didn't you tell me this? I could have helped you. I still can but you have got to give me a chance." He said and I put my hand on the button to open the elevator door.

"I did give you a chance and you were going to interrogate and read my file. Were you even going to tell me that you read my file?" I asked and hit the button again.

I felt something change in the atmosphere then and turned around to look at him. He had a confused and angry expression on his face. "I blew my chance? Bexley, you haven't given me a chance. I've told you anything you've asked about me and a few things that I haven't told anyone in years. I told you about my family, my girlfriend that was shot in front of me, and other things that I would rather keep to myself because I trusted you."

I folded my arms across my chest and turned away from him. I couldn't say that he was lying to me because I knew every word out of his mouth was true. The elevator door opened then and I began to walk into it.

"Bexley." He said again and I stood halfway in the elevator. I looked back at him and saw that his face had changed. He had a calm expression again and looked at me with warm brown eyes.

He took a shaky breath and said "All I'm asking for is one chance. One chance for you to let me in completely. I don't want to lose you, so help me catch this bastard. If I mess things up, you can walk out of my life forever but please help me find your dad so I don't have to worry about him hurting you again. If I'm going to protect you, you have to give me a chance."

I felt my heart break slightly at his words and as I looked at him, I truly realized that I didn't want to lose him. I saw him strong and steady in that moment. I knew that he would do whatever it took to protect me and I was terrified to give him a real chance. I didn't want to be hurt again and I knew that my father would stop at nothing to get to me and if Spencer got in the way of that…

"I don't want to lose you." Was all I could say and I felt tears begin to sting my eyes. He nodded and I could see the worry in his eyes. I wanted to protect him at any cost but I knew then that I couldn't just walk out of his life. Not without giving him a real chance for him to be a part of mine.

I took a deep breath and said "One chance." He looked at me surprised and nodded. I walked out of the elevator and heard the door close behind me. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands.

I remembered the agreement of three questions that I'd decided on a few weeks ago and looked up at him. "You've got one question left. You better make it count."

"What happened the day your grandmother was murdered?" he asked and I felt my heart break all over again as I prepared myself to relive the worst day of my life… so far.

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