Tuesday morning was much the same as Monday, after coffee and breakfast Spencer found himself curious and had peered out the window. There was again a new message on the window.

' "Never retreat! Never explain! Get it done and let them howl!" '

The flowers at the bottom of the window were replaced with a picture of a wolf howling at the moon.

Spencer found he couldn't help himself, he dug through his desk and found a small roll of tape. He jotted down a message on a piece of paper and hung it on his window before heading off for work.

'Benjamin Jowett'

Morgan and Prentiss were squabbling over something, Spencer wasn't really paying attention to what it was, he didn't really care. But when Morgan's next point of argument began with "I highly doubt…" he found himself unable to keep from muttering under his breath.

"What was that?" Morgan asked turning to Spencer, who had unfortunately not been as quiet as had hoped he was.

Spencer cleared his throat and repeated himself. "Doubt comes in at the window when inquiry is denied at the door"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Morgan asked.

"It's just a quote." Spencer said. He hadn't meant anything by it was simply what had come to him when he heard the word doubt.

"Never heard it before" Morgan said, "Who's it by?"

"Benjamin Jowett." Spencer told him.

"Never heard of him."

"He was a 19th century English theologian who..."

Any more of his explanation was cut short as Hotchner called them into the conference room.

The day had been long and grueling but finally it was over. Spencer flopped down on his couch as soon as he could reach it. He groaned rubbed at his neck. While rolling his neck back and forth trying to force some of the stiffness out he caught sight of the paper hanging from his window. He had forgotten it was there. So with another groan he stood up walked to the window and pulled the paper down.

'Alright Smarty Pants how about this one "We must laugh before we are happy, for fear of dying without having laughed at all." '

Spencer thought for a moment before getting another piece of paper and tape.

'Jean de la Bruyere' He taped the answer up before tiredly walking to his bedroom and falling into a deep sleep.

When he woke up in the morning Spencer grabbed his coffee cup and walked to the window. There was no pretense of curiosity this morning. He knew there would be a new message and wondered what it would be.

' "The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination"~ Albert Einstein. If you're really as smart as you seem then draw me a picture.'

Spencer's eyebrows shot up to his hair line. He was shocked by the request, but still he turned to his desk and picked up a pen with every intention of fulfilling the request. It was only when he went to put the pen to paper that he realized he didn't know what to draw. He sat there thinking of things to draw but nothing seemed right. It was only when he glanced at the clock only to realize that he would be late to work that he quickly scribbled on the paper before running out the door.

'I concede' sat in the window facing out from Spencer's apartment.

For the rest of the day Spencer had been distracted. In between each report he filled out he found himself googling art, and attempting to recreate it. His strange behavior did not go unnoticed.

"What is that supposed to be?"

Spencer jumped and tried to cover his latest failed copy, "it's nothing" he tried to tell Derek, who quickly snapped up the drawing.

Derek looked at the drawing and then back at Spencer, "Please tell me you're not considering a career as an artist." He said with a smile.

Spencer blushed and grabbed the paper back. "No, it's just a hobby." He said staring down at his desk.

Derek shook his head, "Yeah well just don't quit your day job." He said chuckling to himself as he went back to his desk.

Spencer immediately threw the paper into the trash and turned back to his computer. Every now and then though, he'd find himself doodling on a loose sheet of paper.