Sarah's phone was ringing, oh God, I hope it goes to voicemail. I couldn't face telling her I couldn't, or well Hotch wouldn't let me, help/

"Hello?"

Damn it. Well at least I knew she was alright and nothing had happened to her. Yet.

"Sarah, hi."

"Oh, Lissa. Thank God it's you. When are you and the team coming up?"

"Sarah, we aren't."

"You're not what? Coming up tonight? Because that's fine, just as long as you're here by Friday since Matt's going out of town…"

"Sarah," I cut her off. "We aren't going at all."

"Wait, what? Lis, you promised!"

"I know I did, but my superior doesn't think your case is as serious as a case with a serial killer."

"Not as serious? Lis, I'm fearing for my life! How is that not serious?"

"Sarah, I know. But if I don't listen I could lose my job. I will still try my best to help you as much as I can. I'll give you my cell phone number and if you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to call."

"Fine."

I could tell she wasn't to thrilled with this turn of events, but what could I do?

I gave her my cell phone number and David's house number just incase she couldn't get me on my cell phone, she could always talk to David.

When we hung up I felt like crying. My best friend, who had helped me when I needed help back home, and I couldn't even return the favor. I felt like the worst person in the world.

"Lissa, your not the worst person in the world." Said Spence, as if he read my mind. "I know if it had been up to you, you would have been on the jet flying up to Maine to help her."

"Spence, it doesn't matter what I would do, it's what I'm doing, and that's not helping her at all."

"I know it's tough, but like I said call her for updates. Are there any days she's especially nervous about?"

"Umm," I thought back to what Sarah had told me. "Yes, Friday, her fiancé is going out of town."

"It's Wednesday today, just call her a lot this weekend. If it would make you feel better we don't have to have the Friday dinner at David's this week."

The Friday dinner was a tradition I started where the whole team got together at one team members house ob Friday and had a giant meal in which we were able to discuss past and future cases. This week David was hosting the dinner.

"No, I'm not gonna have David cancel the dinner because of this. Plus if she calls I can give Hotch the phone and he can tell her it's not important."

That got a smile from Spence and we went back to work.

The next few days were very slow. I talked to Sarah daily and nothing had happened, actually, since she had first called me, the stranger was no where to be seen.

Friday night rolled around and the team was leaving the office and getting ready to head to David's house, (which was technically my house too, but he owned it, so by law, it is his) for our Friday dinner.

We were all gathered in the house, scattered around. David and Hotch were discussing something in the kitchen, J.J. and Prentiss were standing near the door of the kitchen going over memories from previous cases, cases from way before I was on the team, Morgan and Garcia were laughing about something while sitting on the couch. The only member I didn't see was Spencer.

I left the main area of the house and made my way to my room. I realized I left my cell phone in there and needed to make sure I had it if Sarah needed me.

I grabbed my phone off my bed and looked up at my wall, several framed photo's were hanging on the wall and I reviewed each one.

One of my friends and I from back home, one of Sarah and from our senior prom, she in her light pink princess ball gown, me in my dark purple one shoulder form fitting dress, and some random person behind us, the third was a double frame, the first picture was of David and I when he and my mom got married and the second was also of David and I, only years later when I joined the team, one of the last photos was of me with the entire team on the day of my orientation, and the last picture, was a picture of Spencer and I.

"Wow, I made your wall of photo's I must be special."

I turned around, surprised to hear Spence's familiar voice.

"Sorry to scare you, I was coming back from the bathroom and saw you staring at something."

"Oh it's fine. I was just thinking about the story behind some of these."

"You have a story behind your pictures?" he asked a little freaked out.

"Well I didn't make it up myself, if that's what your implying." I replied jokingly.

That got a laugh from him.

"Haha, not really."

I just gave him a look.

"Ok maybe."

"No, I didn't make up stories for the pictures there's just one that is a part of the picture. Like this one, it's of Sarah and I at our senior prom. We're both a little giggly in the picture because her father warned our dates about taking us to a hotel room."

"Ahh so that's Sarah. Was this taken at the prom?"

"Oh no, we went to the lake to get those pictures along with the rest of our class. But, yes, that's my partner in crime."

"Who's the random guy in the picture behind you two?"

"I don't know, some guy just walking by I guess. Also I know is he's staring at us."

"Well he has a reason to,"

Taken back a bit I looked up and met Spencer's eyes, and when I say looked up, I mean looked up, my 4'11" frame was not match for his 6'1" frame.

"Well I mean you look amazing in that picture, although you always look amazing to me."

His cheeks were turning red, just like I could feel mine doing.

"Thank you Spence."

We just stared at each other for a bit until my phone started vibrating and I realized it was Sarah. I looked at Spence and quickly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Lissa, help me."