Spencer stood strong and gave a very firm "Yes."

"When did this happen?" Hotch asked.

"Last night." Spencer answered plainly. He respected Hotch, but he would not let anyone get in the way of his and Melyssa's relationship.

"Alright then." Was all Hotch said in reply.

Spencer stood waiting for more, but it never came.

"You're, not going to yell?" He asked in confusion.

"No." Hotch answered honestly. "I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy. Though I do have some ground rules."

"Yes, of course."

"First, in the office, I highly suggestion you keep all PDA to a minimum." He started, going on when Spencer nodded, "Second, when on a case, you two are allowed to share a room if you want to and act like a couple in front of the team only, we don't how the officers we work with would react."

"Really?" Spencer asked in disbelieving wonder.

"Not what you expected?" Hotch asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

"I can't say it was." Spencer said with a smile, "Thank you Hotch."

Before Hotch could answer, Melyssa knocked on the door frame and stuck her head in.

"Hey, we're all going out for pizza." She said. Spencer looked to Hotch, silently asking to be dismissed. Hotch nodded and Spencer turned to walk out. He stopped, however, when he noticed Melyssa wasn't following.

"We all." He heard her say as he walked back to the door of the conference room. She was walking towards Hotch.

"We as in the team." She said, spinning his chair around, "All as in every single one of us. Even the Unit Chief." She finished as she tried to pull Hotch out of his seat, to no avail.

"I will cry." She said pointedly. "If you do not get out of this chair and go eat pizza with us, I will crawl into a corner and cry, and then you'll feel guilty."

Spencer stifled a chuckle when Hotch spun his chair back to facing the table.

"I'll buy you ice cream." Melyssa said, completely serious.

Spencer was shocked and truly amused at Hotch's reply.

"Waffle cone?" The unit chief asked.

"Dipped in chocolate." She assured.

Hotch shot up out of his seat and past Spencer, out to the cars.

Melyssa and Spencer looked at each other, both of their faces threatening to bust out with laughter. Once Melyssa walked closer to, they let out their quieted laughs.

"So what did Hotch want?" Melyssa asked once they re-gained control of their laughing.

"He asked if you and I are a couple." He told her plainly.

"What did you say?"

"Yes."

"What did he say?" She asked in worry. She really did love Spencer, and she was willing to quit her job if it meant keeping him, but that didn't mean she wanted to loose the BAU.

"We can act like a couple around the team only. Not in the office and not around random police officers." He summed up. "He also said we can share a room if we wanted. I personally found that a little awkward."

"That's probably why he said it." She informed her boyfriend with a smile. "Come on," she continued, walking out of the room, "Pizza time."

It was late. She didn't really know how late, to her it felt like she spent years in that room interrogating Leroy Tack. But by the time she got out-just to go interrogate Tricia Tack- it had only been 3pm. Now she was just dragging her feet up the stairs of the hotel (having never been fond of elevators), looking out the random window to see nearly empty streets and a pitch black sky.

Melyssa walked past another door-this one labeled 4- and thought back to the time at her old house. Emily was watching her like a hawk, waiting for her to break. But she never did. Not even when she went into her old bedroom.

She looked down the rather short hallway to one particular door. On the door there was a picture of a koala bear.

'They kept it up,' she thought with a silent giggle.

Keeping on a straight face, Melyssa walk confidently down the wooded floor hall. She reached her hand out a gripped the copper knob like she had so many times in her life.

Opening the door, she was greeted with a far too familiar sight.

Deep purple walls accented with band posters and pictures of family and friends were complimented her bedspread- a green and blue square pattern. A white ceiling fan looked as though it seriously needed to be dusted and a purple and sliver wind chime hung from one of the pull chains. On a white writing desk sat a stand-up purple crystal desk chandelier and two separate pills of reading books.

The far west wall was lined with shelves painted a bright green color. On the shelves were more books, multiple notebooks and binders, and a collection of stuffed animals.

Melyssa almost cried when she saw here favorite stuffed animal, a small black sheep. She always found that to be ironically fitting.

"Nothing," She said to Emily, successfully keeping the emotion out of her voice. The other agent simply nodded and they both went down stairs to the scene of the murders.

Melyssa walked in zombie-mode through the door labeled 7 and down the hall to her room. She was so out of it she didn't notice the tall, thin person leaning against her door until she ran into him.

"Oof!" She grunted as she walked full-force into her boyfriend, who was currently laughing at her. He helped her up and moved away from the door.

"Are you okay?" He asked, all hints of humor gone. She knew what he meant, he wanted to know how she was holding up in relation to everything that's happened in the past day.

She smiled slightly at his concern and gave a simple and pathetic, "I'm fine."

She opened her door and tried to walk through, being stopped by Spencer's arm acting as a barricade.

"I know you want to be strong," He told her, "but you don't have to be around me. I love you, Melyssa, which means that I'm here to be strong for you when you can't. No one expects you to keep cool and calm during this case."

She looked down at her shoes, not wanting to hear that he knew she was weak, but knowing too well that everything was true. She had planned to go into her room and cry for a good half hour before she bumped into Spencer.

"Melyssa," Spencer said, turning her to face him and lifting her chin so their eyes would meet, "Not 24 hours you were holding a gun to your head. You had a few hours to recover before being thrown into a whole new hell. Please stay with me. I don't want you to be alone tonight."

The look in Spencer's eyes was serious, he was honestly worried about her. Something inside her warmed at the thought that he actually cared about her. Yes, he said he loves her, but she loved Tricia and really didn't care if she was upset. Then again, sister love and true love are two different things.

She wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed a path up his neck. It wasn't anything sexual, just sweet kisses.

"Let me get changed." She told him.

"I'll be waiting out here," He replied when she pulled away slightly, "you have four minutes."

"You are very over protective." She said in good humor.

"Because I love you." He told her, pulling her into a quick kiss before she walked through her hotel bedroom door.

A/N: I don't know about the Hotch/ice cream thing, it just seemed like a cute, silly little thing to put in and remind everyone Hotch is still human and does enjoy the little things in life.

I put this up on In The Sun and now I'll put it up here, the updating of my stories is now being influenced by reviews. You want something updated sooner, review.

Granted, updating is mostly dependent on when I get the inspiration I need to actually write, but even if I have a new chapter typed and stored, I won't post it until I update the story with the most reviews. Did that make sense? Imma lil loopy from the painkillers o_0

And Sue1313, I didn't even think about having Melyssa go to her old room, but once I read your comment I was like 'DUDE! That's an awesome idea!' so I did what I could and put it in as a memory. Thank you. I dedicate this chapter to you because you're such an awesome reviewer, not just for that, but in general. So once again, thank you! :-X

I feel so much better today than I have in while, in case you guys didn't noticed :)