Humming Oasis' Wonderwall — she always hummed when she was nervous — Maeve stepped out of the elevator onto the sixth floor. Agent Johansen — a short, brown haired, green-eyed woman that seemed to be in her forties — watched her suspiciously, no doubt because of her restlessness. Anxiety washed over her like a wave, and she regretted, for a brief moment, coming to the FBI Headquarters. Twisting the em of her skirt and clearing her throat Maeve tried to muster enough strength to call him but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat.

"Agent Reid, you have a visitor." Said Agent Johansen loudly, making a group of people turn to look at them.

The last time she had seen him he was staring back at her with amused eyes and a cup of coffee between his hands, and the dim lights of the pub near the club they'd just escaped were casting shadows on his sharp features making it difficult to breathe just because of how handsome he looked. Now, he was staring at her, bewildered, standing near what she assumed was his desk while his co-workers watched her with raised eyebrows and suspicion in their eyes. Worst of all, she couldn't stop thinking of that damned song, not even when she really needed to ease the tension in the room.

After a moment, Spencer seemed to return to reality, giving her a shy smile and waving.

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Ignoring affection that the gesture brought, she waved back and asked him if they could talk in private when the dark skinned man talked.

"No way, lady." He said "You can tell him everything right in front of us."

The others nodded, getting closer to Spencer protectively and Maeve knew they didn't trust her at all, despite having known her only for a few seconds. Slightly annoyed, she was about to reply but Spencer beat her.

"I appreciate the feeling, really, but I know 'the lady', as Morgan called her." He said, glaring at Morgan "And if she needs to talk to me in private then, please, stay out of it."

Before they could say something he grabbed her hand — gently, Spencer didn't seem to know how to be anything but gentle, always — and led her to a room with counters, a coffee machine and some cups.

"So...um..." She tried but the words died in her throat, leaving her with burning cheeks and the feeling that, as much as she needed to say it, she'd never be able to.

Spencer looked away, obviously trying to give her the time she needed but Maeve could see how curious he was, and she shook at the thought of what his reaction would be.

When a few minutes had passed, and she had yet to say something he cleared his throat nervously, looking at his shoes awkwardly.

Come on, she thought, come on, now isn't the time to chicken out. This is only making things worse anyway so better get it over with.

"I'm... I'm pregnant." She whispered after a long time had passed.

Spencer froze. He stood still for a moment, then a mixture of happiness and fear could be seen on his face. The horror she had expected, though, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, something soft and warm lightened his eyes and the smallest smile appeared on his face.

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She felt calm, almost content, under his gaze. He stared at her with such wonder that it brought tears in her eyes and made her blush.

"Wow." He said "Wow. I... Have you decided what to do yet? Do you want to keep it or-"

"No." She said firmly "No, I am fairly certain I'm not going to keep it. But it was your right to know." Maeve finished, her voice softer than before.

She saw all the excitement leave him and, instead, something sad and accepting in equal measure took over him as he nodded, his mouth tight and the smile gone from his lips. Then, unexpected, a flicker of hope appeared in his eyes before being swept away quickly and replaced with determination.

"Just..." He started "You're about three weeks and...and you can get an abortion until the fifteenth or sixteenth week. I want some time to convince you to give it a chance."

"Spencer..." She sighed, shutting her eyes so that he couldn't see the tears in her eyes. She was touched, really, but she doubted that he'd change her mind, and she didn't want to lead him on.

"If you still want to get an abortion after I'll respect your decision and support it but I really think that se should give it a chance, so that we don't end up with any regrets. I know I'm willing to try. Please, tell me you are too." He pleaded.

His eyes were huge and beautiful, and now she could see hope in him, so much hope, but also the complete certainty in what he was saying. There was time to change her mind and even if he failed — even if real life caught on with them because, God, there was work and family and so many things she didn't want to give up yet — she had to try. There was the possibility of building something together even if she wasn't yet convinced that it wouldn't blow up in their faces. So she said yes and hoped that they wouldn't get hurt in the end.

"And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I

Would like to say to you but I don't know how."

— Oasis, Wonderwall