"Hey, Spencer." I greeted him with a weak smile.

"Hey, Em. Can we talk?" He asked as furrowed his brow and licked his lips.

I swallowed hard; no one has called me Em since I was a child and hearing it was bitter sweet at the moment. I regained any composure I could muster up, "Y-Yeah, come in." I replied stepping aside.

I closed the door behind him and turned to face him. For a few moments we just stood there awkwardly; I looked down at the floor, only looking up to his face once. Spencer had a look of hard thinking on his face; his brow furrowed as he bit his lip, "Can we sit?" He asked making me look to him.

"Uhm, yeah." I replied as we moved to the small table that was near the kitchen area.

Spencer sat across from me at the table. Though the short distance it was, it felt like he couldn't be farther away, "I –uhm- wanted to talk to you about the other night. When you –uh-," he swallowed hard, "said you joined the FBI for…for me."

My eyes fell from Spencer to the table between us, "What about it?" I asked just above a whisper.

He was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I'm glad you did."

I caught my breath and looked up to him, "You are?" I repeated.

Spencer's eyes locked on mine, "Yes. I missed you. Letters were never enough for me; every time I got one I was distracted from the case by either what you would say or how I was going to reply..." He said getting so nervous that was beginning to talk so fast that he was tripping over his words.

I sighed loudly, "Good, cause I'm not sure what I would've done if I made things awkward by telling you that." I said as we both stood up and I hugged him tightly.

I could feel him hesitate, only for a second, before hugging me back. I could hear him sigh slightly close to my ear, it sounded almost of relief. I broke the hug and cleared my throat as I took a step back, "Go get some sleep if you can." I said to Spencer while I smoothed down his tie.

I knew he wouldn't be able to, as long as I have known him he wasn't able to sleep very well. Sometimes I blamed the shockingly large amounts of coffee he drank, but knew that there was more to it than too much coffee. I just figured if he ever wanted to talk in depth about it, he would just bring it up one day. So until he does bring it up, my option is staying quiet about his troubles.

Spencer rubbed the side of his face; he looked as if he were trying to rub the tiredness out from his body, "Yeah, okay." He agreed.

We both smiled weakly and said our goodbyes as he walked out closing the door behind him. I locked the door and turned to lean back against it. It felt like everything was at risk with Spencer in that conversation we had just held. I sighed deeply and walked back to my bed and crawled in under the covers. Hopefully tomorrow everything will go back to normal; I turned off the light on the side table and tried my best to go to sleep.

SPENCER'S POV

I sat at the kitchen area table in my room with case files spread out on the table. My leg was shaking up and down like sporadic clockwork form talking with Embreonna. I was never good with words, unless it was about mathematics, chemistry and engineering, cold hard facts; things that were completely different than what I talked about with Embreonna; feelings.

Tonight, as like any other night, I couldn't get to sleep and I was going back and forth between writing my Mom and looking through the case for something we could've missed.

Everything is better with Embreonna and me. I actually just got done talking to her a few moments ago, which honestly terrified me. I never thought I could get so…attached to somebody as quickly as I have Embreonna; I'm just glad that she seems to be fond of me as well. It's a little un-nerving when I think about it, though, because it is the only time when I feel like a complete moron. I have never had to handle a situation like ours before. It isn't even anything I could learn from a book either. I'll let you know how everything works out.

I love you, Mom.

Spencer

I finished the final paragraph to my Mom's letter and set it aside for the moment. I wouldn't be able to mail it off until morning anyways. I tried to get back to looking through what I would've missed from the case, but couldn't get my mind off of what had just happened with Embreonna. I still feel the need to always be looking over my shoulder, for the haunting demons of my high school experience. Most of the time, I was being tricked into thinking that one of the popular girls had liked me, only to learn the hard way that it was nothing but bullies having their fun. The only thing I had to hold onto about this moment was that this wasn't high school and there are no popular kids.

I sighed and put the case file away and pulled out a book I had gotten one of the few books I had packed for the trip and tried my best to find peace of mind within the pages. I needed something, anything to get my mind off of the situation at hand, only for it to return in the morning when I would see her again. The heart pounding, nerve on edge feeling that has been getting to me since she joined our team, but I wouldn't want it any other way. Unless high school never ends.


I'm sorry this took forever to get out. I don't know what to do with these two right now. Lol. When the new season of Criminal Minds starts back up, I'll be able to think like them more and will hopefully be updating on a more regular basis. thank you for those who have been waiting and reviewing! Please keep reviewing! They fuel muh fire! XD