A/N- this chapter is more crime than romance, but it is an important part of the story, well to me it is anyways. PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks! and thanks to those of you who have reviewed. :) And I don't own the song mentioned, The Band Perry owns that. I also don't own Criminal Minds. (unfortunately...)

Oh and for some reason, some words are missing or are mixed up. I looked at my copy on google drive and they are fine, so im thinking the uploader on here is mixing them up. Is anyone else having this problem?I even copied and pasted it and still had the same problem :(

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love-Tom Robbins

Two months later,April

Spencer walked into his apartment after a long four day case,it was 12 o'clock in the morning. Amber was asleep on the couch, she was waiting for Spencer to get home and ended up falling asleep. Spencer walked over to her and covered her with a blanket. Spencer started walking to his bedroom.

"Spencer?" Amber asked. Spencer stopped.

"Yeah?" He asked as he turned around.

"Nothing, just making sure it's you." she mumbled.

"Oh,alright," Spencer yawned as he walked over to her. He leaned over, kissed her cheek and whispered, "you should really go to bed Am,"

"I know," she answered. "I don't want to get up," she said.

Spencer lightly chuckled then said, "Do you...do you want to sleep in my bed...with me?" he asked. Amber's hazel eyes opened instantly. Spencer stood up straight and paused. "give me a second," Spencer hurriedly slipped into his bedroom, shut the door and got dressed for bed. He went into his bathroom, cleaned himself up and went back into the living room. Spencer was wearing grey sweat pants, his hair was slicked back,and had on a black tee shirt. He walked over to Amber and held out his hand. She grabbed it and used it to help her up. Amber swung her legs over the couch, stood up and followed Spencer to his room.

Spencer opened the window in the room and Amber laid down underneath the sheets. It was a nice sixty degrees outside, and a nice breeze blew in from the window. Spencer walked over to the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he walked over to the girl of his dreams. He knew she could never, in a million years, like him as much as he liked her. Spencer quickly shut off the lights, crawled under the covers and Amber cuddled up next to him,she was warm and smelled of fell asleep on Spencer's chest almost instantly.

Spencer awoke the next morning to a loud crash. He looked next to him, Amber was gone. Spencer almost started to panic, but he could smell pancakes and eggs;she was cooking. Spencer sighed with relief as he looked at his clock on the side table, in big bright green numbers it read 6:30 am. Spencer stretched,pushed back the covers, and fumbled out of bed. He heard music coming from the kitchen, so he decided to go see what Amber was doing. Spencer walked out of his bedroom and over to the kitchen door. He leaned against the doorway as he watched.

Amber was dancing and singing along to The Band Perry. "I am a keeper,Oh I am a keeper Baby," Amber sang, her back turned to him as she flipped a wanted to see how long he could stand there without being detected. Spencer didn't know she could sing, she sang pretty damn well in his opinion. "Long stem roses, Standing in a vase by my bed Standing tall like the dreams in my head I'm not gonna live in this house 'til I'm dead I like you a lot 'Cause you're different a little You got answers to my riddles Your daddy is a pistol And you are a son of a gun."Amber sang as she put her hand in the air like a gun and turned around, facing Spencer without knowing. She had her eyes closed, she opened them and saw Spencer leaning against the doorway. Amber's normally pale face turned bright straightened up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Hi," she squeaked.

"Hi,"Spencer chuckled.

"Exactly how much of that did you witness?" she asked.

"Enough to make you embarrassed apparently."

Amber blushed as she turned her attention back on the stove. "Breakfast should be done soon,"

Spencer chuckled at Amber's innocence. "You have a great singing voice." he said sincerely.

"Thanks," Amber mumbled as she finished making the last pancake and placed it on a plate along with a huge stack of pancakes already on it. Spencer grabbed himself a plate and sat down at the kitchen table. Amber served him some pancakes and eggs.

After breakfast, Amber cleaned up the kitchen and plopped down on the couch. She was finishing her Psychology homework she had started the night before, but ended up falling asleep waiting for Reid.

"You have class today right?" Spencer asked as he put his jacket on and wrapped his scarf around his neck, it was rainy and cold out that morning.

"Yup," Amber said as she sipped her coffee, she set the cup down and looked over at Spencer.

Spencer couldn't resist but walk over to her and kiss her. Moments later they pulled apart, Amber's face was a bright pink this time. "Sorry," Spencer murmured as he straightened up. "I couldn't help myself."

Amber giggled, "It's alright, do it anytime." She said as she licked her lips.

Spencer smiled softly at her and said, "Will do. I'll see you in a few days, hopefully not too many?"

Amber nodded. "Alright,"

Spencer collected his bag and his case files and headed out the door.

"This unsub is taking happy couples, making the boys watch him rape their girlfriends, then kills the boyfriends making the girls watch. Then slowly kills the girls?" Morgan asked once J.J was done with the briefing.

"Yup," J.J said, once Morgan had given a summary of what she just said. Spencer shifted in his seat. This case made him think of Amber for some reason. Oh right, cause he was in a relationship. He had almost forgotten. J.J looked at Spencer, he looked sick. Everyone had cleared out of the room, except Spence, he was still flustered, trying to pack up his things to leave. "Spence?"

Spencer looked up, "Yeah?"

J.J thought carefully about her wording, "Are...are you okay?" She asked.

Spencer pursed his lips together. "I've been seeing someone," He murmured under his breath.

J.J lit up. "That's great," she beamed, trying not to sound too excited, she didn't want to freak him out.

"Yeah, she's great, she's a little younger than I am but she... there's just something about her. She makes me laugh and smile. Even though she doesn't always get what I say...she still gets me." Spencer said as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I can't help but think, what if this was her; some guy coming along,raping her, then killing me..." Spencer didn't want to finish the thought. "I just, I hate that I can't protect her when I'm not home. I worry something is going to happen." He admitted.

J.J knew the feeling, especially when they were going after guys that where kidnapping kids. She hated knowing that she couldn't control what was going on at home. "She will be fine," She said as she patted him on the back.

The team flew to Texas and got there in record time. They got to work, trying to figure out the unsubs possible location from the previous dump sites. They spent the whole morning trying to figure out a profile at the local P.D.

"Hotch, there has been another couple," J.J said as she got off the phone.

"Okay, so we know this guy has some relationship issues," Rossi said.

"Maybe an ex cheated on him?" Prentiss suggested.

"It's possible." Morgan said.

"Maybe his mother and father were abusive. They had abusive relationships."

"How did he dump the bodies?" Morgan asked Hotch.

"No sign of remorse, he just dumped them like garbage."

"Anti-social? He had to earn their trust somehow, they are perfect liars, he could have manipulated them. He must work in a job where people trust him."

"Maybe a cop?" J.J suggested.

"No, if he has a criminal background, he would have a hard time getting into the academy." Morgan said.

"I don't think it's a guy that is in a uniform. It's something that is more creative." Reid said.

"Why do you say that?" Morgan asked.

"Because, look at what the couples were in when they were found. Wedding dress, tux, formal clothes, clothes that are more presentable. Maybe he owns his own business of some type. He might own a business since he can't hold a job."

"Each couple looked like they hadn't eaten in days, so he must be patient." Morgan chimed in.

"And each kill was thought out, nothing left behind, not a fingerprint, or any DNA. So he is organized, possibly OCD." Reid explained.

After giving the profile, of a 25-30 year old caucasian male. That is antisocial and possibly owns a business. A business that is creative, like an artist that does couple portraits. He is organized, so he possibly has OCD. And he is patient. That is why he tortures the couples and draws out the length of the kills.

After giving the profile, the team went to the latest crime scene. The victims were tortured. Nothing really new, so he wasn't escalating or evolving.

It was nearly 6'0 clock at night when they got a call from a local, saying she thought her neighbor was the killer.

"What's his name?" J.J asked. She listened then said, "Jim Thornburg." Garcia was on speaker phone, the team could hear her typing away as fast as she could.

"Jim Thornburg, 26, divorced, parents are divorced as well. He got divorced around the same time they did, 4 months ago."

"The stresser," Rossi said.

"Yes, and the fact that his father was abusive, sexually, towards his has a criminal record," Garcia paused to read what was on her screen. "oh no, he used to kill animals, he lied on multiple resumes and was thrown in juvie many times for sexual assault when he was younger."

"What does he do garcia?" Reid asked.

Garcia typed away on her computer. "He's a photographer, he owns a business, a photography one. Specializing in engagement photos."

"Text us his address." Hotch said as hung up. They hurried off to the cars, they piled in and took off.

"That's how he was controlling the boyfriends. By earning their trust," Moran said.

"he could have easily just hit them when they weren't looking."

Fifteen minutes later, the two big black SUVs pulled up to Jim's house. They all quietly piled out and headed for the door. They busted open the door,filed in side and searched the whole house.

"I hear noises coming down stairs," Spencer said as he headed down the stairs.

"Reid!" Morgan whispered after him, but it was too late, he was already half way down stairs by then heard a loud BANG, causing him to jump."Shots fired!"Morgan yelled. He swiftly got out of the kitchen and followed his team mate.

There was Jim,standing there with a gun in his one at the bottom of the stairs was Reid. He was on the floor, clutching his upper chest. Reid was leaning against the last step, feet sprawled out in front of him. Morgan carefully stepped over him and onto the floor of the basement. He had his gun out, as he looked at the basement. It was cold, unfinished and had dried up blood all over the floor.

"They all deserve it." Jim said, his eyes cold and lifeless. "they made me, it was their fault."

The rest of the team made it down stairs, carefully stepping over Reid, Hotch mumbled into his wrist that they needed a paramedic.

"They were only there for you so you could manipulate them."

"No," Jim said as he put down the gun on the floor, his hands in the air, admitting defeat. "They didn't deserve to be just let me kill them." Jim had a sly smile on his face. Morgan quickly walked over to him, kicked the gun away and handcuffed him. J.J moved Reid out of the way, so the paramedics could get down the stairs. Morgan got the scrum bag up stairs and watched as the paramedics raced past him.

Amber was in the middle of her Psychology class, they were talking about Psychological disorders, when she got a text. She quickly looked at it, hidden under her desk.

From:Garcia

Time: 5:50pm

Call me ASAP.

Amber pursed her lips together, quickly and quietly getting out of her seat. She headed into the hall and proceeded to calling Garcia. The phone barely rang once.

"Amber?!" She heard Garcia say, her voice was shaky.

"Yeah, Garcia, what's up?"

"Reid has been shot." Garcia whispered. Amber almost dropped her cell phone. "I am flying down to Texas, you are more than welcome to come along."

Amber had to process this. Spencer, was shot. Spencer, was shot. She had to say it over and over again until she could finally process it. "I...I'll come."

"I'll meet you at Reid's in half an hour." She said, and with that the line went dead.

Amber's body was numb as she walked back into the classroom. She quickly collected her things and bolted out the door, tears forming in her eyes as she made her way down the steps of the building.

E/N- I hope you guys liked it! The unsub, i came up with in like an hour, and i know was totally lame. I just wanted something so that I could have Reid get shot. Him getting shot has a purpose,I promise!