A/n hey all. Here's the next chapter. I want to thank all my reviewer and all the people that have supported this story. Also a big thanks to my beta REIDFANATIC for suffering through three rewrites of this chapter.

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The last three weeks have passed by so quickly. Sometimes when we're sitting in a restaurant waiting for dinner, or we're in a theater chatting about stupid things before the movie starts, I think we're an actual couple. I start to believe that we just met by accident and we're on our way to falling in love. Then I go back to my apartment and see the computer and the cameras I put into his home. I think to myself that if I really cared, I wouldn't be getting ready to betray him.

He's gone again. They had to go to Ohio on a case. I really miss him. I go to my monitor and look at his apartment. I sit there for hours looking at the rooms that seem so empty and cold without the warmth of his presence.

I suddenly realize that my life is over. It doesn't matter what happens to me now. If I go to Spencer and tell him everything, the agency will kill me for failing them. If I don't tell him and I betray him to the agency, he will hate me and my life is over anyway. My phone rings and little chills of happiness burst through my stomach.

"Hey handsome," I try to say brightly, but I'm sure he can hear the distress in my voice.

"Amy… what's wrong?"

He sounds so tired and stressed. I should have ignored the phone. I should have tried harder to control the unhappiness in my voice. I should have done something… anything at all.

"I'm fine baby… Is everything okay there? You sound really tired!"

"Please don't shut me out. I thought we promised each other not to keep secrets."

Tears were tracking their way down my face and I had to reach for the tissue on the desk next to my elbow. "I… I'm not k-keeping any secrets. You and I have spent the last three weeks t-talking about our lives and the way we grew up. You know more about me than anyone else on this planet!"

I knew that there was anger creeping into my voice but I couldn't keep it out. I was angry at myself for failing to maintain objectivity as I have with all of my other assignments.

"I know Amy… I just hear so much stress in your voice and I wonder -"

"Why do you have to profile me? Can't you just turn it off for once in your life?"

"I'm not profiling you."

"Yes you are Spencer. Why can't you just call me up like any other guy calls their girlfriend and tell me about your day. I know you can't say a lot because of national security, but I'd like to know if you're day was a good one or a bad one."

"Don't make excuses Amy. I know there's something bothering you. It's been bothering you since the day we met. Yeah…you and I have talked about our lives and shared more than we ever have with anyone else, but there is another barrier you won't let me break through. Why won't you let me?"

"There's nothing else to tell you Spencer. You think that I'm harboring some big, bad secret and I'm not. I think you're a paranoid FBI agent with a need to control everyone around you."

He was silent for so long, I thought that maybe he had hung up. Then he began to speak in a tone that sent more shivers up my spine, but not in a good way.

"I called to find out how you were and say goodnight. I think that it would be a good idea if we spend some time apart after I get back."

"Spencer… Please don't say that. I just -"

"You're holding back on me Amy. I've tried for weeks to give you space and not demand answers, but I need to know that you trust me."

"So that's how it's going to be. You're going to just throw aside the last weeks because you don't know everything there is to know about me. Can't a person have any privacy with you Spencer? God… I'm beginning to understand why you've never had a long lasting relationship."

I heard the sharp intake of his breath over the phone and was instantly sorry that I had said the words, but it was too late to take them back.

"I have to go Amy… Hotch is calling the team together. I think there might be a break in our case." His voice was colder than I had ever heard it. "Spencer… Wait… Please don't -"

I was talking to dead air. Well… Stanford was going to be calling at any moment and I was going to have to explain that this assignment has just taken a left turn into possible failure. I would lie and tell him that everything was okay. Then I'll fix things with Spencer. It would be okay.

--

I thought long and hard about confessing to Spencer and getting him to use the resources of the Bureau to save both of us. The problem was that he hadn't called me in three days. I called him once a day and left messages when he didn't call back. There had to be a way to fix what I had messed up.

When Spencer finally came home from this case, it was close to midnight. I was trying to write a paper for my English class and failing miserably when my monitor beeped. The motions sensor on the tiny hidden cameras had registered movement. I watched Spencer enter the apartment and leave his bag on the floor next to the couch. He moved like he was exhausted. His face was as intense and upset as I had ever seen it. He went to his bedroom after looking in on his bird and sat down on the bed. I saw him put his face in his hands and sit there for a very long time, before stripping off his clothes and getting into bed.

I wanted to call him and find out why he was so sad, but I knew he wouldn't answer the phone if my number was on the caller id. I wanted to apologize so badly. I just didn't know how to do it. He shut out the lights and I watched the infrared cameras capture how he tossed and turned. I felt an overwhelming desire to smash the screen, not because of anger at him but because of my own stupidity. I shut off the monitor, finished my paper and went to bed.

The next morning I put on my "uniform," of jeans and tee shirt. I was going to go to Starbucks and wait as long as it took to see Spencer. I wasn't going to leave until we fixed things. If I had to tell him everything, I would and work it out somehow.

--

I got into Starbucks at seven am and ordered my usual. The red headed guy behind the counter informed me that Spencer wasn't there and hadn't been in for several days. I thanked him as politely as I could, while wishing I could slam his head into the counter top. Did the man think I was stupid or something? Okay… I had to sit down and take some calming breaths. It didn't help at all.

Several men tried to sit with me, but I let them know in no uncertain terms that I wanted to be left alone. I heard the last one call me a bitch and I almost followed him out the door. I was in the mood for a confrontation. I remembered just in time that I was there to fix things with Spencer, not antagonize the locals.

I tried to read as I was drinking my coffee, but I couldn't concentrate on "The Taming of the Shrew." Oddly enough, Shakespeare's misogynistic tale failed to make me laugh as it always had when I re-read it. The patrons of the café came and went and soon there was only myself and one other customer in the room. It was coming up on nine o clock. Maybe he had something urgent at the office and he wouldn't show up that morning. My fingers were tapping the table before I could stop them and I think my watch had stopped! It was moving very slowly.

The door opened and I looked up to see Spencer standing there dressed in different shades of brown from head to foot. The corduroy was the best thing I laid eyes on all morning. He had stopped and was staring at me. His eyes were completely unreadable, and he turned his back on me to order coffee after another minute of searching into my soul.

My hands were getting all sweaty and my heart was beating very slowly. I was beginning to feel very lightheaded and sick to my stomach. What if he ignored me? What if he came over and sat down next to me? What if he left the store? I waited in an anticipation so high I thought I might pass out again.

He brought his cup of coffee to a table that was across the room from where I sat. He didn't look at me. The file he took out of his bag was thick and well handled. I watched him for a long time, trying not to cry. He made a good show of ignoring me, but I saw after a few minutes that he wasn't concentrating on the file. I decided to go sit down with him and hope that he didn't get up and leave.

"Hey Spencer…" I said.

He looked up at me, and his eyes accused, convicted and executed me with a look. "What do you want?" He said

"I… I wanted to apologize for the other day."

"Really… I don't think I can believe you. Do you think I should?" He asked, while I stood over him.

"May I sit down… Please…"

"I'm not stopping you. This is a public place, after all." He went back to his file. I sat down and waited him out.

He finally sighed and shut the file. "I just got back from a very difficult case. I'm late getting into work because you're here and I didn't sleep last night. I'm sitting here talking to you and wasting time I need to spend on this case."

"You're not working. You're pretending to work, but you're not succeeding."

His eyes went dark with anger and the way they bored into me scared me to death, but I made myself look him in the eye.

"Would you please leave!"

"No… I told you that I'm sorry for the other day. You were right! I was holding back from you. I want to tell you everything. I don't want to do it here."

Spencer laughed bitterly. "Why should I believe you?"

"You're the profiler… Why don't you profile me now? You're the expert in body language. Tell me what you see.

He looked me over so thoroughly I was beginning to blush. "Okay… I believe you. I accept your apology. I want to know the truth Amy."

"I know Spencer… I'm sorry that I haven't been honest with you. It's just that… Look I don't want to talk about this here. Can we go somewhere else?"

"I can't… I have a briefing in half an hour. If I don't get the next train…"

"Please baby… I don't want to wait till tonight. What if you get called out of town again?"

I watched him consider this possibility while I tried hard not to burst into tears. I didn't want to be a weepy female in front of him.

"Spencer I promise this won't take long."

"Alright… I admit that I don't want to get interrupted with work. I want to hear everything you have to say."

He stowed away the file he was working on and got up from the table. "Let's go back to my apartment." He took my hand and warmed it with his touch.

--

We got back to his apartment and I told him everything about the agency and their plans after turning on the radio to block Crawford's microphones if he were listening. Reid called in sick to the office when I finished telling him about what I had been sent to do.

"I'm sorry baby… I didn't intend for any of this to happen."

Tears were starting to fall again. He was looking at me in a way that I didn't recognize. It was over and I had messed things up.

"Spencer… I want to do whatever it takes to fix this. I'm falling in love with you, truly. Please believe me!"

He stood and pulled me to my feet. "I believe you Amy…"

"You're not mad at me!" I couldn't believe it.

"Of course I'm not happy with you," He told me. "But I pushed you so hard and you were honest. I think we can fix this." He smiled at me and my heart sang.

"Are you sure," I wanted to believe it so much my heart hurt.

"Yeah…" He kissed me and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. "No… stay here. I'm going to make some peppermint tea for us and we'll figure it out. Would you like that?"

I nodded and watched him go into the kitchen. I went back to the couch and sat down. My hands were trembling. He was taking this too well was the first thing I thought, but then I decided that I was being paranoid. We'd have some tea and we'd figure out what to do. I trust him, nothing would ever change that. It was going to work out. It had to work out!