Spencer's phone rang as he stared intently at the map on the board in front of him. Without looking he took it out and opened it.

"Reid."

"Hey, are you alone?" Garcia whispered.

Reid looked around. Ana sat despondent at the table behind him, headphones in her ears, a textbook in front of her.

"Yes, why?"

"Okay, so as you probably learned with Miss Seaver, I dig before I let you run off with some girl." Garcia said intently. "It turns out that she was a runaway, she barely graduated, however she was 2 years early. After she bounced she was arrested twice for shoplifting and once for drunk and disorderly. Parents bailed her out only to have her disappear for two years. Then your lovely unsubs picked her up, guess where. A desert commune thingy where she lived with her dog. The reason she didn't wake up when they nabbed her was because she was completely faced."

There was a moment of silence as Spencer turned to see Ana still pouring over her textbook.

"Garcia, I think we're okay. She and Rossi seem to have a connection and I trust Rossi."

Garcia scoffed. "Ha, you're telling me. He calls her once a month, their conversation usually lasts about two hours."

"So he checks up on her."

"Which means she needs checking up on! Ugh, just be vigilant, Garcia out!" With that she hung up.

Spencer put his phone away and once again turned to look at Ana. However, this time she was looking at his marked up maps, one of Cali, the other of Seattle.

She looked to Spencer. "What does it all mean?"

This confused him. "Well, it's a map, they show where things are locat-"

"Oh my god, that's not what I meant. Never mind." She huffed and got up.

"Where are you going?"

"Out, I need a cigarette." She spat.

"You can't leave, it's too much of a risk that one of them sees you."

"Fuck that noise, I'm leaving. I can't believe I let Dave talk me into this." She began to storm out.

"But he didn't." Spencer stated simply.

Ana stopped dead then turned. "Excuse me?"

"He didn't convince you, you accepted right when he asked."

She glared at him as he watched her. Finally she sighed. "I'm still having a cigarette." She turned and once again began to leave.

"I-I think I should come with you."

Without turning around she waved him to come with her.

Outside she lit up as Spencer stood next to her.

"You know, someone dies from a smoking related disease every eight seconds." Spencer blurted.

She turned to him coldly and pointedly took another drag.

"It also takes 5 minutes off your life-span per cigarette."

Her hand fell to her side, cigarette still nestled between her index and middle. "Why do you care?"

This caught Spencer by surprise. "Well, because you seem nice and-"

She laughed sadly. "No I don't, I've been nothing but a bitch to you since we met. If you think I'm nice I'm not doing a good enough job." She turned back to look out at the street.

"A good job?" Spencer asked. She didn't answer. "We're profilers, we're trained to see through walls, like the one you're using right now to keep me out."

Ana turned to him and once again glared as she commented curtly, "I'll start letting my wall down when people stop giving me reasons to keep it up."

"Hemmingway once said the best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." Spencer offered.

"I never trusted good-looking boys. McDormand." She countered.

This confused Spencer slightly, but he pressed on. "A man who trusts nobody is apt to be the kind of man nobody trusts. MacMillan."

This time Ana turned her hold body to him, accepting his challenge. "Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks. Watts."

Spencer paused for a second and just when Ana thought he had given up he came back with, "we're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy. Anderson."

There was a long silence, then her eyes softened ever so slightly in a way that told Spencer he had won.

"There you guys are." JJ sounded stressed as she stuck her head out the door of the police station. "Ana, Garcia has a video of Andrew for you, we want to see if you can ID the voice."

Ana nodded and walked inside, Spencer behind her.

JJ stopped him. "What happened out there?"

He thought for a moment. "Some twisted battle of wits I think."

"Oh," JJ seemed relieved but confused as well. "Who won?"

"I think we both did."

After Ana made a positive ID JJ called the parents. They gave a description of two young men whose sketches JJ later released to the press. It was decided that there was nothing they could do so they went back to the hotel. Rossi had insisted Emily and Ana share a room for Ana's protection. It was just after everyone had fallen asleep that they were rudely awakened by Ana waking up screaming.

Emily bolted up and drew her gun, got up and scanned the room. When she finished that she opened the door. Everyone was waiting outside in their sleepwear, guns also drawn.

"It's fine guys, I think she just had a bad dream." Emily waved her hand dismissively.

Even so, Rossi and Spencer came in. Ana sat in her bed in a camisole, panic stricken with tears streaking her cheeks. Rossi sat on the bed next to her and rested his hand on her knee.

"You okay?"

She nodded.

"It was about him, wasn't it?"

Again she nodded. "You should sleep, I'll be fine."

Rossi knew she was right and got up to leave.

"Do you mind if I stay for a sec?" Spencer asked Emily more than Ana.

It took Emily a sec but she finally understood and left.

After the door closed Spencer approached Ana's bed as she looked away.

"I-I know what it's like. To be plagued by dreams, to just want to forget."

She looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?"

She just looked at him. "My father, when I had a bad dream, he would lie in bed with me and we would read together until I fell asleep."

At that Spencer left without a word. Outside he told Emily that he would take her shift with Ana and got his book from his room.

When he returned Ana looked up and had since placed a pillow between her and the wooden headboard. There was a second propped next to her on the same bed. Spencer awkwardly walked over in his boxers and undershirt and sat down on top of the covers.

"What are you reading?" She asked, sadness still tugging at her voice slightly.

"Uh, it's from the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind." He looked at her book. "What's that?"

She looked down at it as if she had forgotten herself. "Uhm, Sisterhood of Dune by Brian Herbert."

They settled down and got into their books. Eventually Ana's lids got heavy and she absentmindedly leaned against Spencer, her head on his should despite the fact he was about a foot away. He fixed this by scooting closer to her with little finesse. Ana woke only slightly then quickly fell back into deep sleep. Eventually so did Spencer.