I woke up the next morning still tired and slightly confused on where I was. As I woke up fully it was clear I was in my room…in my house. I had forgotten that we had solved the case and that I had been, not stabbed, but had taken a knife to the shoulder. Which now, I was regretting remembering it as my shoulder throbbed in pain.

I groaned and slowly rolled over to my stomach. The sun coming through the window was giving me my own weird version of a hangover. My eyes had felt like they were going to burst and my head was pounding. As my head hit the other pillow it made a crinkle type of noise. I groaned again and looked down to the pillow; there was a piece of paper place there.

It was a note, I smiled, from Spencer.

Embreonna,

J.J. promised us the day off so don't freak out if you wake up late. Your bag is on the couch and your pain medicine is on your dresser. Take it on a full stomach, that's why you got so tired last night. Call me when you're feeling better. I'm still a little worried.

-Spencer Reid

Oh my God he's cute…

What I wanted more than anything in the world right now was to fall back into the warm embrace of my covers. I sighed as I realized that I couldn't. If I did then my sleeping patterns would be more messed up than what they already are. I groaned and slowly sat up in bed as I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes.

I had gotten through my morning routine with my medication being the only thing left. I grabbed the bottle off of my dresser and walked into the kitchen. I groaned as I opened a cabinet. I hadn't unpacked any of my things yet. The only things I had unpacked were clothes and bathroom items for "to go bag" purposes.

The last thing I wanted to do right now was unpack all of my things. So I did the next best thing…

SPENCER'S POV

I yawned as I poured another cup of coffee. I was able to get a few (about two) hours of sleep after I had finished writing my letter to my Mom. Writing it before I went to bed only made me have yet another dream about the whole situation; of which I do my best at trying to avoid all together. It's not easy for me to try to live with the guilt of it every day.

My cell rang, pulling me away from my thoughts, "Hello?" I answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Something told me you would be awake." The amused voice of Embreonna sounded from the other end of the line.

I smiled. Hearing her voice made my stomach feel like it was flipping in ways I knew were physically impossible, "I take it you're feeling better?" I asked spooning sugar into my coffee.

"I'm feeling much better. Thank you for making sure I made it home." Embreonna replied.

"I couldn't have just left you on the jet." I said sitting down at the kitchen table and began to stir my coffee.

"What are you doing right now?" She asked.

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now."

"Sitting at my kitchen table…drinking coffee." I replied while taking a drink.

"Are you dressed?" She asked.

I'm not sure why I did, but I looked down at myself as if I needed to make sure that I was indeed dressed, "Yes." I answered.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. I was about ready to make something. Is there a reason for all of these questions?" I smiled leaning back in my seat.

"Would you like to go out for breakfast?" Embreonna asked.

I nearly choked on my coffee. I leaned forward as I coughed up the little coffee that had tried to make its way to my lungs.

"Spencer, are you okay?" Embreonna quickly asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm…I'm fine." I replied pausing as I finished coughing.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I repeated sitting back in my chair.

"So what do you say?" She asked.

"Uh, y-yeah. Should I come pick you up?" I asked with a small smile along with a slight confused look on my face.

"Yes, yes you should…I don't know where you live or where anything else in this town is for that matter." Embreonna laughed.

"Right, I'm on my way." I said while getting up, pouring the little of my coffee down the drain, and walking to my room to change my shirt.

"Great! I'll see you soon." Embreonna said right before hanging up.

I looked to my phone and my smile grew.

EMBREONNA'S POV

I was brushing my hair once again before Spencer showed up. I was doing it out of nerves. The only thing I can't figure out though is…why I'm nervous. I ate with him just two nights ago. I smiled at the thought…I don't smile when I'm nervous. This is something else.

I sighed as I brushed my hair over my shoulder. I put the brush down and walked back out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. I put my medication in one of the pockets of my sweater jacket along with my keys and my phone in the other. I pulled my sleeves down over my hands and crossed my arms over my chest as I let out a slow sigh.

All that was left to do was wait for Spencer to show up.

A few loud knocks at the front door made me jump. I smiled and lightly laughed as I walked to the door. I looked out the peep hole and saw Dr. Smarty Pants. My smile grew and I opened the door.

"Hey!" I exclaimed as he smiled.

My heart momentarily stopped at the sight of his smile. It almost felt like I was at my old house and he had come to visit me. Only this was better, because we didn't live hundreds of miles apart anymore. He didn't have to find the time to come see me. He was right here, right now.

"Hey." He replied as I locked and closed the door behind me, "Ready to go?" He asked.

"Indeed I am, sir." I replied as we walked to his car.

"How's your arm feeling?" Spencer asked as we got into his car.

"Not bad actually…" I replied as we closed our doors and put on our seat belts.

The ride to Spencer's choice of food establishment was a quick one and we found ourselves there in no time at all. We were sitting at the table and began to make time pass by him and me catching up on what had happened in the few hours that we were apart. Though I was a sleep in that short time I was happy to listen to Spencer tell me about the letter he wrote his mom.

"So, I never got to ask you something…" Spencer broke the small silence that had been there.

"What?"

"Why did you join the BAU?" He asked back up to me from his food.

I took a drink from my tea, "Well," I started as I set my cup down, "two reasons. One is after what happened to me, I made sure that I did everything in my power to try and stop the monsters in the world…" I trailed off.

"The second?" Spencer asked with a slight look of confusion on his face.

I smiled and forced a laugh, "I-uh…needed…to see you more." I replied looking down to my plate.

(A/N: A few things…

Yes, I am aware that I suck for this cliff hanger…but you ain't mad at it…right?

Printess, keep her or "transfer" her. The reason I ask is because it's a little hard to write for her since she's not in the show anymore. What do you guys think? Just need some opinions. :{]

Review!)