"Mickey," I heard Spencer say softly, sounding like he was very far away. "Mickey...Mikayla, wake up."

He shook my shoulder gently so I reluctantly opened my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked, noticing he was fully dressed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He smiled. "But we got a case, a bad one by the sounds of it. I have to go to work."

"What time is it?"

"Only six," He informed me. "The rest of the team are probably going to be in rough shape."

"I was hoping for round two this morning," I pouted, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, causing Spencer to blush from the memories.

"Sorry, Mickey, I wish we could, but I really have to go. You can stay though," He assured me. "I left my spare key on the nightstand, just lock the door when you leave."

"Are you sure?" I asked, despite how grateful I was that I didn't have to leap out of bed and get ready. Luckily, Spencer nodded.

"Of course," He smiled, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my lips. "I trust you. I'll message you later when I get the chance, alright?"

I nodded as he reluctantly headed towards the door.

"Be safe!" I shouted after him before rolling over and burying my face back into the pillows.

I was grateful not to be teaching that day due to my head and other parts of my body being a bit sore from the night's activities, but I also got bored easily and didn't do too well with an abundance of free time. Since I was also in need of a serious gossip session with Penelope, I invited her over for dinner. Considering she was in worse shape than I was the night before and she probably had to be up at the same time as Spencer, I figured a nice greasy pizza would do the trick. Which was convenient since I wasn't much of a cook.

It was about seven o'clock when Penelope burst into my apartment.

"You should really lock that door," She informed me, placing a box of cupcakes on my counter. "But I'm sorry I'm late. This case is a doozy and it's been keeping us really busy."

"I thought it must be," I wrinkled my nose in displeasure. "I messaged Spencer this morning and he hasn't answered which is unusual for him even if they're busy."

"I'll spare you the details, but it's bad."

I cringed slightly, not allowing my mind to wander to what horrible monster they were dealing with now.

"I'm surprised you have the evening off then," I pointed out, knowing their job kept them far later than the usual five pm finish.

"Well I've done all I can for now and a girl's gotta eat!" She grinned. "But my phone is on so I'm sorry in advance if I have to skedaddle."

"Don't worry about it," I said as I pulled the pizza out of the oven.

"But anyway, enough about all that," Penelope started and I knew what was coming. "Tell me everything! I'm not sure I can handle the gory details involving our little genius, but I'm so curious!"

I laughed at her enthusiasm, my cheeks bursting from how hard I was smiling.

"It was really great," I admitted. "I felt really appreciate and cared for the whole time, it was rushed because we both wanted it so bad not because he didn't care for my feelings like most guys I've been with."

"Awwe, little Reid!" Penelope giggled. "Always treats a lady right."

"Not so little actually," I smirked.

Penelope looked puzzled for a moment before she realized what I was talking about.

"Oh my god! Mikayla! Those are the kind of details I don't need to hear!" She squealed as I laughed.

"I had to tell someone!" I giggled. "I wasn't really expecting it from him."

"Can't say I've ever thought about it until now," Penelope groaned. "I also can't believe you waited this long to have sex with your boyfriend."

"Well he was only officially my boyfriend as of last night," I admitted through a mouthful of pizza. "But I know, it's been like three months? That's proof right there that I'm a changed woman."

"Three or four," Penelope nodded. "So things are getting serious?"

"I guess so," I shrugged. "I'm really happy with him, we have a lot of fun together. I care about him a lot and would be really sad if he wanted to stop seeing me. Is that serious? I've never done this before."

"I'd say that's pretty serious."

"He told me about his mom too," I told her. "And her schizophrenia so I feel like if he's willing to confide in me about something like that, he must think we're pretty serious too."

"I'd say so," Penelope agreed before a darker look appeared on her face. "Did you tell him about-"

Before she could finish her sentence her phone started ringing on the table.

"Saved by the bell," I thought to myself as she answered the call.

My relief was short lived though as a look of horror flashed on her face and it almost looked like she was about to cry.

"Everything okay?" I asked, knowing it wasn't as she stood up so fast she almost knocked her chair over.

"No, no, not at all!" She panicked, trying to find her purse. "I need to go to Georgia right now."

"Take a breath, Penny," I instructed, knowing she wouldn't get anywhere fast in a panic. "What's going on?"

"It's Reid," She started, causing my heart to drop and knots to form in my stomach. "He's been kidnapped."

"What?!" I shrieked. "Are you serious? Is he okay?"

"I-I don't know," Penelope stuttered out. "I have to go to Atlanta, the guy's a tech geek or something, they want me to look through his computers."

"I'm coming with you"

My words stopped her in her tracks.

"You can't," She said firmly. "What I said about the FBI not flying out loved ones when their agents have a bad day also applies to when they've been kidnapped I'm afraid."

"Then I'll pay my own way," I insisted. "I can't just sit here twiddling my thumbs while he's in danger!"

"And what good will you be in the field?" She asked, her patience with me obviously wearing thin. "You'll be a distraction, you'll be just another thing for the team to worry about and that's the last thing Spencer needs right now. He needs us all focused."

"But-"

"No, buts!" Penelope snapped at me. "We'll bring him home safe to you, Mickey. I promise."

Before I even had chance to protest again, Penelope turned and ran out the door, leaving me shocked, sad, scared and completely alone.