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Spencer and I had gotten to the car, in our seats, seatbelts buckled…when it happened, my stomach growled the loudest I've ever heard it growl before. I looked down at my stomach for a moment before laughing.

"That sounded like your stomach just devoured your liver." Spencer laughed.

"Yeah, I haven't eaten since breakfast." I laughed laying my head back against the head rest of the seat.

"…W-would you like to go to dinner before going back to the hotel?" Spencer asked slowly looking over to me.

I looked to him, eyebrows raised. The only light that was shining for me to see him was a street light we were parked under. His lips were pressed to a line, nervously waiting for my reply. I've never seen him this nervous before, we've been out to eat before. He's seen how I eat like a trucker. I've seen how he cuts everything down to size, he said it was something his mom always made sure he did when he was younger, a habit he was never able to break. Bottom line, we've seen each other eat…so why is it taking me so long to reply?

"Yeah, that would be amazing." I replied.

He smiled widely and started the car.

SPENCER'S POV

The only place that was open this late in town was a diner down the road from the station. I was a little bit nervous to be eating with her since we haven't actually spent time together in a while, but we had to start again somewhere.

The waitress had already taken our orders and we were sitting in silence. It was starting to get unsettling for me.

"Do you want to talk about earlier?" I asked.

She sighed letting her gaze fall to the table between us, "It's just…when Morgan and I were looking at the bodies it just took me back. And he is something I don't want to live with." She said trialing off.

"Because you know how the victims felt before they died." I stated.

She looked up to me, biting her lip she slowly nodded.

"And how I almost became…exactly…like them." She said quietly as the waitress brought our food to the table.

I bit the inside of my lip. I wanted to tell her that it gets easier. I wanted to tell her what Gideon had told me. I wanted to let her know I was here for her. In order to do that, I would have to tell her about Tibias Hankel and would feel the need to tell her about…I don't even want to think about it; let alone talk about it.

"Are you okay?" She asked taking a bite of her food and breaking me away from my thoughts.

I forced a cough, "Yeah, I was just thinking that I know how you feel." I said while shifting my eyes up to her and back to the table again as I began to eat.

Embreonna stopped in mid chew and stared at me, "I can't even describe how sad that makes me." She stated.

"I was taken hostage by a name who lived as three different people; himself, his father, and a murderer. I was close to being his next victim, to the point he had me digging my own grave, but the team showed up and it distracted him long enough for me to shoot him." I explained. I couldn't bring myself to tell her the rest. I don't know what she would think and I don't want to risk it.

"How…did you get over it?" She asked staring at the food on her plate.

"I didn't, not really…I just talked to someone that I looked up to. Jason Gideon." I replied as we continued to eat.

"THE Jason Gideon? What'd he say?" She asked with an eyebrow raised in interest.

"He said to use it. Use it to make me a better profiler." I said with a weak smile.

"That's all I can do, isn't it?" She asked.

"If you want to keep doing this for a living, then yes." I replied.

Embreonna forced out a small laugh and we continued eating. We had managed to bring up small topics that led into bigger ones. We had finally finished our food and the night had caught up with us, yawning we made our way back to the car.

EMBREONNA'S POV

The ride back to the hotel was a short one, being tired and in a car made everything go by a little quicker than what it actually was for me.

We pulled into the hotel parking lot and did the whole routine of killing the engine, getting out, and locking the car. But on the walk back to the hotel, something stopped me in my tracks.

There was a man with his hood up, leaning against the wall a few feet away. Now before 'it' happened to me, this lone stranger wouldn't have meant anything to me. But now, lone stranger only meant everything to me.

Spencer looked to his side and saw that I wasn't beside him. He turned around looking at me confused, "What's wrong?" He asked walking up to me.

I nodded my head in the general direction of the lone stranger; Spencer looked over his shoulder and back to me. "Not everyone is an unsub." He tried to calm me down.

"You don't know that." I said quietly.

The only thing that would calm me down was, I'm not going to lie, Spencer…with one of those hugs he gave me when I arrived on the first day. I did the closest thing to it. I reached out for Spencer's hand. He didn't pull away, but he turned as I slowly started to walk to the hotel again.

Slowly we walked, hand-in-hand, not saying anything. I couldn't think of anything to say really. I was focused on trying not to look freaked and making sure my brain wasn't going numb due to hand contact with Spencer. We got past the lone stranger without any harm brought upon us. Looks like Spencer was right, not everyone is an unsub.

"This is my room." I said as we stopped outside my door.

"G-goodnight, I-I'll see you in the morning." Spencer said as he quickly let go of my hand.

"Goodnight." I echoed while hugging him tightly.

He hugged back soon walking off to his own room. I sighed and entered my room locking the door behind me.

What did I just do?