Morgan and I had walked to the front desk to find Spencer signing me out. Due to his super reading abilities he was signing right after turning pages and all of it done in a matter of seconds. He smiled as he handed the papers back to the receptionist and turned to face us.

His face instantly fell, "Are you okay?" He asked as he jogged the rest of the way, which was about ten feet, over to me and Morgan.

"Just a few stitches." I replied as I smiled.

"How many are there?" Spencer asked.

"Nine. Like I said; a few. Wanna see 'em?" I asked with a small grin as I slowly lifted the strap to my sling up.

"No! It'll only make me feel bad." Spencer replied as we began to walk out of the hospital with a slight look of horror on his face.

"Why would it make you feel bad? I was the one shooting my mouth off." I forced a laugh."

"Just knowing that you're hurt makes me feel bad." Spencer opened the door to the front seat of the car for me and helped me in making sure I didn't hit my shoulder on anything.

My heart melted slightly at that statement, "Thank you." I smiled to Spencer.

He returned the smile before closing the door. I sighed happily knowing I was going to be home shortly and laid my head back against the seat. I heard a small chuckle from beside me. I turned my head to see Morgan smiling as he closed his door.

"…What?" I asked.

"Oh nothing…" He replied as Spencer shut his door.

"You know what? I don't even care. Let's just go." I said gingerly pulling the seat belt over me.

"Reid, are you good to go back there?" Morgan asked as he started the car.

I heard the click of Spencer's seat belt, "Yeah." He replied.

"Let's roll." Morgan said as we pulled out of the parking lot.

We were all seated on the jet waiting for lift off. Spencer and I were sitting side by side in the seats that didn't have the table. (A/N: The ones that look like a lil' couch…) Everybody else, with the exception of Hotch who was going over the final file of the case making sure we got everything about Allan, was sitting around the table starting to play some game that I couldn't even remember the name of at the moment. I was too tired to even remember my name if you asked me.

SPENCER'S POV

When that knife caught her shoulder I was hoping Morgan would've slam Allan right through a wall. Hell, I was pissed enough to do it myself. I don't ever remember being so mad in my life. I've been enraged before, when people would try to justify hurting, raping, molesting, or abusing children and anyway…when my Father had tried to pretend that he never left my Mom and I the last time I saw him…but I never actually wanted to hurt anybody. Not until today.

Embreonna yawned and tried to shake herself awake after. It was a side effect from the pain medicine they had given her. If she tries to fight it, it will make her loopy out of her mind.

"If you need to lie down, I'll move." I suggested as I began to get up.

"No. Stay. If I do end up falling asleep on here I'll probably roll off and hurt my arm even more." She said pulling me back down with her good arm.

I smiled as she laid her head on my shoulder. My heart began to beat so fast it felt like I had the heart of a hummingbird. Within moments she was asleep and her breathing evened out. Something inside of me wondered what she could possibly be dreaming about hoping it wasn't about those nights that had brought her into my life.

Embreonna grumbled and slightly shifted in her seat. I smiled again reaching for my bag, pulled out a book I had bought before we left, and began to read.

EMBREONNA'S POV

One of my hands was gripping at his hair as the other was firmly placed on his waist. His lips were on my neck, his hands on my hips slowly working their way up, and our bodies molded perfectly with one another. I didn't know he had this side to him. To only make matters worse (or better, depending how you look at life…) he knew everything about everything; including the human body. He was focusing on all sensitive areas of the skin.

"Spencer…" I whispered biting my lip as he hit the weakest spot of my neck.

He grinned, from my verbal liking of the situation, and began to lightly bite the spot.

I bit my lip harder. None of this was fair…to him.

"Embreonna…"

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I need you to do something for me…" Spencer said.

"Anything…"I replied.

"Wake up."

My eyes shot open. Slowly my vision un-blurred and I saw Spencer standing in front of me. I blinked hard a few times to make sure this was the actual reality that I was living in.

"Come on. It's time to go home." He weakly smiled.

"Didn't your Mom teach you not to wake people when having good dreams?" I grumbled.

What the hell did you just say?

He just smiled and helped me up, "Will you need someone to drive you home?" He asked.

"I think so." I replied as we stepped off of the jet.