SPENCER'S POV

We finally touched ground after a few hours. My heart was pounding at an alarming rate. I tried to calm down, take steady breaths. Every step toward the exit from the terminal left me breathless. I couldn't believe when I blinked again. I was in the parking lot, standing next to Derek. I saw Penelope pull up with her colorful car. She wasn't her normal preppy self. Her hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing a flannel dress with black leggings with a blazer.

Not once when she was making her way to me, she looked at me. She kept her eye trained on Derek or the ground. She finally stopped a few feet away. "Spence, I -" Penelope tried to say something but I cut her off.

"Please, don't. Just take me to her. That's all I need right now." I said, clenching my bag to stop the tremor.

She nodded. I walked past her and got in the car. I looked back to see Morgan holding her, taking her keys away from her. A pang jealously pinched at my heart. I turned away, getting i the back. Drek lead Penelope to the passenger. Once she was secure, he went to the driver's side. One he was settled, he pulled off to the traffic.

FLASHBACK

I walked in my advanced Latin class that I took interest in a couple of years ago. I took a seat towards the back of class. I'm not really much of a social type. I pulled out my notes, sorting through the ones from the last Latin class I took. Not that I needed the notes since I could remember pretty much everything.

I looked around the class and it was ten others beside myself in the class.

"Is this seat taken?" A voice said from my left. I whipped my head up to the speaker and breath got caught in my throat. It was the girl from a week ago. She smiled at me waiting for an answer.

"Ye-Yes. I me-mean no. It's not ta-ken." I said stumbling over my words. Quit it, Spencer. You never act like this with anyone else. She smile, not commenting over my nervous antics.

She took the seat and turned towards me. "So, Spence, how's your head?" She asked.

"Just a little bump. Nothing too serious." I triumphed in my head. I said a complete sentence.

"That's good." She nodded. She turns away to write in a journal. We sit in a comfortable silence. While she's distracted, I took the time to observe her. She had a little crinkle on her forehead when she focus. She was fairly young to be in the class. My age, I believe. I wonder why she was in such advance class.

"Did your high school offer Latin?" I asked.
She looked confused. "No. I pretty much known Latin my whole life. I wouldn't be surprised my first word was in Latin." She laughed at the joke I quite didn't get. Interesting.

"You? Did you test out of your beginning classes?" She towards me once again.

"Ummm, no. I took all the classes." I said.

"Wow, you are way older than you look." She mumbled.

"I'm only eighteen." I said, confused.

"Really? I'm confuse. What grade are you?" She asked, interest piqued.

"Well, I'm in the doctorate program. I was enroll in college at the age of twelve." I said.

"I've never met a boy genius before." She said with a teasing smile.

My defense went up. I knew where this was going. "Its nothing special." I said, emotionless. All brain have gotten me was trouble. Girls like her don't see past the nerd.

"Well, I think its quite spectacular. Don't hide or be ashamed of your mind. Knowledge is a beautiful thing to have." She said, patting my hand. Then she turned to face the instructor. I was stunned in silence, simply amazed. My mind was lost during the whole session, focusing on the beautiful creature. Only if everyone had her perspective.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Even though the drive is half an hour, it felt like an eternity to the hospital. We pulled into the familiar hospital parking lot. I look up to the hospital and the pit of my stomach widen. Derek parked closer to the entrance. Derek and Penelope got up and stood outside the car, but I remained in the car.

"I'm not ready, Derek." My eyes stung, so I pinched my eyes closed, trying to stop. Tears escaped through anyway. I felt a hand grip my forearm firmly.

"Spencer, listen to me. We have to be strong. You have to be strong for Elena. Remember, you won't be alone through this." Penelope said.

Unshed tears glazed me eyes as I nodded and got out the car. I put my hands in my pocket and trailed behind to the entrance of the hospital.

One foot inside, every set of eyes swooped to me. Majority was pity and sympathy. I looked to ground and let Penelope direct me through the crowd. We walked over to elevators and got on. Derek pressed the button to the basement. I leaned against the wall, inhaling then exhaling. Elevator dinged and the doors slid open. up ahead I could see the office. The hall was dark and gloomy. The elevator doors was about to close, but Derek held them opened "Reid, come on. We are with you every step." Derek said. I took the staggering step forward, but I didn't stop. I took the long strides, until I reached the the entrance of the morgue. My hand touched the knobbed and I was winded.

I couldn't breathe. I stumbled into the wall, grasping my chest. I sunk to the ground, trying to let the hair in. I heard footsteps approach fast, but I couldn't focus.

"Derek, he's having a panic attack." Penelope said.

"Let me try." I hear another voice that wasn't there before. A body drops next to me and engulfs me in a hug. A hand strokes my head.

"Breathe in and out, Spencer." The voice said. I felt myself calming down. My arms wrapped around the person and I cried. I cried like I never did before.

"Let it all out, Spencer. Its okay!" The voice whispered.

"She didn't deserve this!" I wailed through my sobs.

"I know, sweetie. I know!" The voice replied.

I loosen my grip and pulled back. "Caroline?"

"Yeah, its me." Caroline said through her own sniffles.

"How did you-"

"Find out? A fucking FaceBook post." She said.

"Do everyone know?" I said, wiping my tears.

"No. Just Klaus and I. We drove up immediately after finding out." Caroline said.

"How long you've been here?" I asked, gripping her hand.

"We arrived about an hour ago. Klaus left about ten minutes ago. I wanted more time." Caroline said, tears escaping.

We went silent. I glanced at the door. "I don't think I can do it, Care." I whispered.

"Yes, you can. You have family and friends that will be waiting for you. So, we are going to get up off this floor and go in there. Because I need you to go get the bastards who did this, Spencer." Caroline said with conviction. She stood up, offering her hand.

I took her hand, knowing I can't give into grief yet. I have one more thing to accomplish before moving on. Without saying another word, I push opened the door and walked in a little.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A person came around the corner, wearing dark blue scrubs and a labcoat . He was male with black hair, middle age, with blue eyes.

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm here to see my wife Elena." I whispered the last part.

"I'm Dr. Keith Maxwell. Please follow me." He said. I followed him into the next room, which was similar to all other hospital morgues visited in my career span.

"I didn't have a chance to put her away, because she had previous visitors not too long ago." Dr. Maxwell said. I didn't focus on his words, more on the metal slab ahead me that had my attention. A white sheet covered the figure, but I could see dull, once vibrant, hair fanned out. I stumbled closer to the figure, grasping the side of the metal table.

"Would you like me to pull the sheet back, Dr. Reid?" Dr. Maxwell asked.

No, I don't. I shouldn't even be here, unless work related. I shouldn't face the possibility of burying my love. I look up, unshed tears and simply nodded.

He grabbed the top and pulled the sheet down to her collarbone. My heart dropped and shatter in microscopic pieces when's Elena's pale face came into view. Her eyes were closed and I noticed small bruises peppering her face.

The lips that once had me stuttering utter nonsense or the smile that brighten a day is pale, dry, and blue.

This wasn't Elena. She was gone, but leaving her shell as a reminder that was saying "I left my mark on the world."

I laid my head against hers, trying to breathe in her scent. It was so fainst. "I'm so, so, so sorry. This shouldn't have happened to you. We've barely had time compared to a lifetime we could have had." I sobbed.

I caressed the side of her face. I don't know how long I stood there, just holding onto her. I felt a hand on my back. "Spencer, we have to go. The morgue is closing down." Caroline said.

"Okay." I whispered, but I didn't move. My grip tighten.
"I can't leave her, Caroline! She will be alone." I cried at my irrationality. She's dead!

Caroline rubbed my back. "I know. I feel the same way. Oh, God!" She said, whimpering.

"Look at me." A voice said from behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Klaus. I stood up, composing myself before turning around. He stood there, anger written across his face, but no one could miss the tears shedding. He was holding something in his hands.

"You don't get to give up. You have the people responsible for this to catch. You don't get give up while life keeps going on. You're not going to ruin Elena's memory like that. You going to grieve. You're going get your chance to be angry, sad, and more. As much as I don't want to look at you right now, I know Elena would want me to help you the best way I can. Don't make me disappoint!" Klaus growled the last part. He went to walk away.

"Klaus, I'm sor-"

"Don't. Just don't." Klaus said. The morgue door slammed shut, echoing through the room.