Part Seven.

Spencer drifted in and out of sleep, thinking of Luce, who was now fast asleep on his couch. It was four-twenty five, and he was getting restless. He was thinking of missing some of tomorrow's work, because of his lack of sleep. But then again, he wanted to try and find the guy who was trying to kill Luce.

He sat up out of bed, and then tip-toed to the kitchen, which was rather small, but he was okay with it. He took out the container of fresh water, and poured some in a glass, and then placed it back in the fridge.

He took his glass, with his fingers and felt the temperature difference. He walked slowly, and tried not to make the floor squeak. He failed miserably.

"Spencer?" He heard her mumble. Shit, he thought. He woke her up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you-" he said looking over the top of the couch. Her eyes were closed, and her hair over her shoulder. So she was still asleep? He shrugged to himself, then walked on, before he stopped again.

"Thank you." It was un-expected. Maybe she was having a lucid dream? It was a possibility. He smiled to her, even though he knew she wouldn't see him, before he continued to his bed. He fell asleep more easily this time, with a little help from some water to cool his head.

His alarm went off at six-thirty, and he was debating to get up or not. He looked at his phone, with was on his night stand. There was one text in the in box.

Morgan told me about last night. You can come in a nine if you wish. -H.

He knew immediately that it was from Hotch. He sighed, and closed his eyes once more. He took a hard focus, and he began to dream immediately. It was a dream that took place at Luce's apartment. He was standing near the couch, where Luce once had been, unconscious. He noticed her immediately, sitting behind the island. She had the knife in her hand, pointed at a certain angle, so she could probably see the door. Smart. He thought. The door busted in, the man's face was blocked out. He didn't know weather to move his dream-self, but even if he wanted to, his feel wouldn't budge.

The man walked a bit forward, and then began to move around the island. She moved with him, so she was always on the opposite side as him. He didn't know if this was what really happened, and he was slightly confused. Also by the fact that the un-sub didn't even take notice of his presence.

He then woke up, and he was in bed. He tried getting up, and he panicked when his body didn't move. He tried rolling off, which worked. He then got up – his limbs working again, he walked a few steps, and then looked back. He saw him self still laying in bed. It began to freak him out, and then his body on the bed began twitching weirdly. Luce brushed passed him, and tried to wake him up. It was weird watching himself; he's never had that experience before.

Some how, he woke up again. Luce was now towering over him, and he freaked out, well, for the second time.

"You were twitching a bit, and talking," She informed him.

"Oh, I don't usually talk," He said. As far as he knew he didn't do anything out of the ordinary when he slept, but he could be wrong, he didn't know.

"It's eight twenty, I made pancakes," she said quietly. She backed off from his bed, and then turned off. He got up, his head hurting a little bit. He came into the kitchen, where he saw Luce, washing the bowl that was used for the mix. The kitchen was spotless, and there was a stack of seven medium pancakes; all Mickey Mouse shaped. She laughed lightly when he noticed, and he smiled a bit to.

"Luce – these are great, thank you. When did you wake up?"He asked. Usually he was a light sleeper, and he would have heard a mouse of the squeaking floors.

"When your alarm went off; I thought I'd make breakfast for you since you know, you saved my life for the second time," she said, moving the frying pan into the other half of the sink, to dry.

"Luce, I never saved you – I was too late. Derek got there before I did," he confessed. "I'll find him, I promise."

"I think you have a wee bit of syrup left. I only saw a glance of the bottle in the cupboard," she informed him. He already knew that, he remembered how much was left last time he used it for crepes on his Sunday off, two weeks ago.

"Sweet," he said, standing close to Luce, so he could reach the cupboard above her head. He paused for the slightest second, and she looked up at him.

"Sorry," he said, a half smile seemed appropriate, He grabbed the syrup, and a little less than 25% of the syrup was left. He set it on the small round table, and placed the plate of pancakes beside it.

"You can leave the dishes," he suggested. "Come and eat."

"Oh, okay." She said, drying her hands on the towel he had that hung on the fridge handle. She walked gracefully to the table, hardly making the floor whine in protest.

He reached for a pancake, and placed it on the already set out plate. "So, I'm not going to be here, at nine. Would you like to come to work today, or would you prefer to stay here?" he asked, while she reached for her single pancake.

"Whatever works for you," she smiled lightly. He noticed instantly that she ate left-handed.

"I think I'd prefer it if you came, you know, just to be-"

"Safe? Okay, I agree." she said, finishing for him. He poured a coin sized amount of syrup in the middle of Mickey's face, making it look like he had a nose.

XXX

Luce walked close to Spencer when the entered the building. She was wearing one of his plain white shirts, which was a little loose on her. She had her shorts on, that she'd put on last night, before the attack. Her hair was a little messy, but she combed the top layer, knowing that the comb might not survive if she tried dragging it in her hair more. Her pale skin looked even more white today, and she noticed the blue rings forming around her eyes, making her look slightly ill.

The only person she recognized there was Derek, and he was also the first to greet her.

"Well, looks like your all up and running again,' he said, giving her a warm smile. She wasn't quite sure how to react; and her voice gave out a nervous chuckle. When she entered she was quite a head-turner. Everyone seemed to have their eyes planted on her; including Spencer. She thought it was because she was the only person there dressing irregularly, and looked as if she had just rolled out of bed. A man strode towards them, he was tall and had dark hair. He seemed to have a hard expression held on his face, but softened when he came closer.

"Hello, you must be Luce, correct?" He said. She nodded, and watched as he brought his hand to his chest, laying his hand flat, as to introduce.

"I'm Aaron Hotchner. Would you mind answering a few questions?" he asked. She nodded, and followed him, as he showed her a seat in some kind of conference room. There was already people sitting there, there was a girl with medium length blond hair, and she smiled nicely at Luce. There was another girl beside her, she had shoulder-length brown hair and a white t-shirt with a nice jacket, she only swept glances between her and Spencer; as if she were comparing them in her head. Derek sat beside her, on her right, and Spencer took her left. Hotch sat directly in front of her.

"Would you mind walking me through what happened last night?" He asked, and all ears were for her.

She explained it all, using her precise memory. She felt un-confidant as Spencer's face turned into what looked like shock. She wasn't really sure why,