Rolling over Spencer opened his eyes when he realised the space next to him was empty. Straight away he was able to pin point where Jessica was, the bathroom door was closed but he could hear the distinct sound of sobbing. Frowning he pushed the sheets back and climbed out of bed. It was clear Jessica had left the bed in a hurry, her pillows were scatted on the floor and her side of the sheets were hanging down the side of the bed.

Knocking on the door he paused before asking. "Jess? Are you alright?" Getting only a mutter in response Spencer opened the door and peered in, Jessica was slumped, shaking against the toilet, arms crossed over the bowl and head resting against her forearms.

"Go away." She muttered groggily. The smell of vomit filled the bathroom and Spencer sat himself on the side of the bathtub.

"Do you need anything? Glass of water?"

"Already tried that, I brought that up ten minutes ago." Jess sat up more and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand which was shaking. Slowly she got to her feet and flushed the toilet.

"I'll make the bed, you can try and sleep it off."

"No! I feel fine. I…I didn't come home to stay in some hotel bed, well not due to sickness." Moving to the sink she began to wash her mouth out. "I felt fine until I needed to be sick and apart from the shaking I feel fine now. If I have a thirty minute lay down, I'll be fine." Once Jessica had finished in the bathroom she went back to bed where Spencer made sure she was comfortable. "I mean it Spencer, once I recover from bringing my guts up we're going ahead with our plans."

He lay besides her, neither of them talking. Jessica had her eyes closed but Spencer knew she wasn't asleep. What she had said the day before went around in his mind. How could she know? They were little more than faint marks on his skin, the majority of them having disappeared after a few months. There were just two left now, over the years they had faded, but they were still there, two small patches of darker skin. It was possible they'd completely vanish like the others but even if they didn't they were hardly noticeable, you'd have to look close to see them. "What do you know?" Sure it couldn't be that, but if it was, he needed to explain.

"Quite a bit. I'm not a Genius but I did go to school-"

"I meant…what you said yesterday…" Rolling onto his side he looked at her as she turned her head towards him.

"We don't have to talk about this. I pushed you into telling me about your mum and that wasn't fair."

"It's been brought up, and it's not something to talk about over dinner …"

"I was a police officer for six years, in a not so-nice part of town." Jessica touched his arm and their eyes locked. She didn't have to say anything else. Spencer told her about Tobias Hankel and his Dissociative Identity Disorder. The fact that JJ and he went to interview him as a witness and discovered he was the UnSub. About how he was kidnapped, tortured and injected with Dilaudid. Then how even once the team found him and he was back at work he continued to use Dilaudid to escape the reality of what had happened. After telling her everything he watched her as she lay next to him

"It doesn't change anything?" He asked, amazed how she was taking it in as if he was telling her what he'd had for lunch the day before.

"I can't judge you on something that took place before we met. Like I said when we were at the cabin, what you've gone through in your past has made you the man you are now. Trust me when I say, I wouldn't change a thing about you and that means excepting things that are in your past. And on that note, I'm feeling good. C'mon, lets go."

He watched as she got out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom again, this time for a shower. "Maybe I should join you." He called out to her. Jessica's head appeared in the door way and she grinned.

"Maybe you should."

Jessica was like a different person now that she was on home soil. He could see that she loved being back in London, as they travelled on the tube, by bus or black cab she told him of stories of her childhood. How her and Daphne had got lost in the Tower of London and the Madam Tussuads. The different times she had been brought to each restaurant or when she had last been to the theatre. Like a true Englishwoman she complained about changes that had been made that weren't necessary and put people in their place when they pushed in front when queuing. It was true what they said, the English seemed to enjoy queuing, even if they did moan about it while doing so. They were a strange breed of people, what other group of people would argue with you over if the bottom floor of a building was first or ground? The English, Jessica had seemed delighted when a man had corrected him when he asked if they wanted the first floor.

They spent their time in England seeing as much as possible, Jessica took him to the Tower of London (considered leaving him there a few times(, the Natural History Museum, the Science Museum, Buckingham Palace, London Bridge, London Eye, Hyde Park, Kew Garden, Covent Garden, Harrods, Hamleys, Carnaby Street, Piccadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square, Oxford Street and many more places. They eat at a different restaurant for lunch and dinner. They even ventured out into the Essex country side, to Colchester and Maldon. Jessica wasn't sick again so the pair chalked it up to the travelling that had been done the day before, but she did notice that every now and then her stomach would turn.

It was their last day in London and they were just returning to their hotel before spending the evening with Jessica's family when she spotted the chemist further along the road. The little voice in the back of her mind nagged again. "I'll meet you up in our room. I'm just popping to the chemist."

"You feel sick again?" Spencer looked her over noticing she was still looking pale.

"No..." She paused, looking down the street before looking at Spencer. "...But if it is the travelling that caused it I don't want to be sick once we get home. Go on, I'll be up in a bit."