A/N: Hey, so, if I do this right, this will be my last chapter before the epilogue. Maybe. If not, one more. So yeah. Hope you like it! Tell me what'cah think! -A (P.S. The begining of this chapter takes place at the same time as the last chapter, just FYI.)

Chapter 12:
The Star-Crossed Lover Tries to Take Their Lives

Parting is such sweet sorrow- Romeo, Romeo and Juliet

The next morning, Kelsey woke Spencer up by unlocking the handcuffs. He was grateful, but didn't show it. Instead, he flexed his arm, trying to return blood to it, which was slightly painful. No matter, he'd had so much worse. Smiling, she grabbed his left hand and pulled him up, dragging him with her to the kitchen.

"Sit down," she commanded gently as she turned to the stove. He was confused but did as told. A moment later she sat two plates at the table before sliding into the chair next to him. He stared at the food she gave him. Two fried eggs, two pieces of toast, and three strips of bacon. He stared at it, weary. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"In the play, Romeo dies from poison..." She smiled and picked up her fork. She took a bite of everything on his plate, proving it wasn't poisoned. He would like to say that he held out just a little longer, but really, hunger took over and he dug in. And it was delicious!

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The day passed sluggishly. He wasn't interested in anything on TV, and most of her books were teen stuff, including that vampire love thing he'd only heard about a few times, Twilight. Kelsey came over and sat down next to him as he looked through her books.

"Marked?" he asked, picking up a small, black book with purple writing.

"It's the first book in the House of Night series," she explained. He just gave her another confused expression. "It's a vampyre thing." He rolled his eyes.

"I will never understand why teenagers are so obsessed with vampires," he muttered, earning a smile. "Can I check my email?" Kelsey bit her lip but nodded.

As soon as he logged on, he saw that he had a new email from Amber.

Spencer,

I finished my report. I did everything you told me to. I even helped this really hot guy. I see an A in my future.

The funniest thing happened. The GPS in my sister's car screwed up and she ended up two miles from where she was going!

I heard this really neat song on the radio. It's calledLove Story by Taylor Swift. It's based after Romeo and Juliet, only with a happy ending.

Hugs and tickles,
Amber

Spencer supressed a smile, knowing this was a coded message. She understood and passed the message to Hotch. He'd heard the song before, and knew for a fact that it's a few years old. Well played Amber, well played, he thought proudly.

Quickly, Spencer typed a responce. He pressed send and logged off, handing the computer back to Kelsey.

Then, out of nowhere, sirens broke through the silence. Kelsey was wide-eyed, not sure what was going on. Spencer smiled smuggly.

"How did they find us?" she asked, pointing her gun at him.

"The SUV. All of them have tracking devices in the GPS in case they get stolen." She screamed out in anger and lashed out. She slapped him across the face. "Kelsey, it's over. Go with them quietly and no one needs to get hurt."

"You think I'm an idiot?" she snapped. "I know exactly what will happen. All I have to do is wait till they get in here and pull the trigger. They'll do the rest.

"You don't want to die though," he told her calmly.

"You don't know what you're talking about," she muttered darkly.

"I do. You just want it to be like the story, but the story is fiction."

"I don't care!" she shrieked. It was obvious that this was the psycological break he'd been dreading. He swallowed.

"Trust me, it won't be that easy," he said calmingly. He looked her in the eyes and realized that tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"How would you know?"

"A few years ago, I was kidnapped and tortured by a man named Tobias Hankle. He had disosiative (sorry, I can't spell) personality disorder," he said, then revised, seeing the confusion on her face. "Multipule personality disorded. I had to kill him to get away. That left me in a bad way. I had a drug addiction and there were times I wished I would just die so I could escape the pain." He took a breath. "I've been there, I struggled for a long time, but I got help and I'm better now."

"That's not me, though. I don't have a drug addiction!"

"No, you have a psycological problem. Let me help you," he begged. She stepped forward and pressed the gun to his temple. "It's one think to kill someone you hate, or don't know. But can you really kill someone you love?" This unbalanced her.

By this point, the sirens were right outside. A moment later, the door burst open and S.W.A.T, police, and the BAU flodded in, all with guns drawn and pointed at Kelsey.

"Wait a minute, guys," Spencer told them. "Just let us talk." Biting his lip, Hotch nodded and to the others to stand down. "You were saying?" he addressed Kelsey.

"If I can't have you, no one can," she whispered.

"I'm not in a relationship," he told her. "I'm not interested in anyone."

"But someday you will be."

"Maybe. But someday, you could move on." She laughed roughly.

"Listen, I'm really not worth it. You shouldn't give up your life for me. I doubt even my team would," She looked over to the agents and he took the opertunity to mouth 'play along.'

"They're here, aren't they?" she asked.

"Yeah, because it's their job. They're trying to catch a killer."

"Don't call me that!" Everyone tensed, but he waved them down with his hand.

"You've killed people for no good reason, though. I know you're very confused and you can't control your emotions. But you can get help for that," he told her.

"I don't think I can live without you..." she whispered so only Spencer could here. He bit his lip before continuing.

"If I promise to keep in contact, will you give me the gun and go with them?" She looked up, hope shining in her crystal eyes.

"You mean it?"

"I email Amber, don't I?" She nodded slightly. "I give you my word. Give me the gun. We'll both walk out of here, and I promise, I will email you as often as I can." She smiled a little, but hesitated. Slowly, he held out a hand. She stared at it for a moment, then, very slowly, placed the gun in his hand. He stepped back, passing the gun to one of the Vegas cops. Then, JJ and Emily ran forward and grabbed Kelsey's arms and walked her out.

Spencer dropped into a chair and sighed. Hotch and Morgan walked over to him.

"Did you mean that?" Hotch asked. Spencer didn't need him to be more specific.

"Yeah, I did."

"She tried to kill you," Morgan said. Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Really? I had no idea, thanks for pointing that out," Hotch couldn't supress one of his rare smiles. Spencer was rarely sarcastic, or funny... intentionally, anyway.

"Why?" Morgan asked.

"Maybe because she's gone through a sever mental break and because of that, her emotions were in overdrive. Or, when I looked her in the eyes, I saw a scared teenage girl who didn't know what was happening to her." Morgan didn't say anything, so Spencer continued. "Look, I see the good in people. And, with everything I've faced in my life, I have empathy for people like her."

"Which is what makes you such a great profiler," JJ said from behind him. He spun around in his chair just in time for her arms to wrap around his neck in an awkward hug.

"Reid, I think you should go see you're mom," Morgan said. "She's been worried sick." Nodding, the young genius stood.

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"Mom," he said. Diana was staring out the window. When she heard her son's voice, she spun around. She crossed the room faster than he's ever seen anyone move, wrapping him in a suprisingly tight hug. He didn't care.

"Spencer," she sobbed. "I was so scared. I worry about you so much, but I know you love your job. You like making the world a safer place... But something like this is a mother's worst nightmare come true."

"It's okay, Mom," he assured her. "I have the best team in the world. If they can't find someone, no one can." She smiled and held her son close. He was happy to let her.