A/N: SURPRISE! Thank you for the reviews! To one of my reviewers, I try to space out the dialogue but when I copy and paste it it sometimes gets mushed together, kinda like the whole Hotch Hitch problem I have with my computer. But, I got a surprise day off of work tomorrow which means I stayed up late without having to worry about waking up early to finish the chapter after this and will be able to write more tomorrow as well. I'm just getting too excited to get to the point where Caitlyn meets Reid's mom- but that's all in due time! So enjoy and review review! :) And here are some unrelated david bowie lyrics because rest in peace to an amazing artist.

For years and years I roamed, I gazed a gazeless stare~ David Bowie

Dilaudid was bad, but the withdrawal symptoms were worse. The first couple of weeks were the hardest, thinking that he could take the scientific approach the young genius tried to find anything to make his symptoms lessen. But there was nothing that could help the hot flashes, the weakness and the tremors that happened the first few night's that he was off of the drugs. Caitlyn would lean over him, using a wet towel on his forehead as he shook in a cold sweat. The hostility worsened. They would argue when he was feeling really bad. Caitlyn was convinced that ginger ale and Saltine crackers were pretty much the fix to anything when you were feeling sick to the stomach, and when Caitlyn offered it to Spencer for the tenth time the young doctor snapped at her from his position hugging the toilet,

"I"m withdrawing from a opiate dependence, not car sick or a pregnant woman. The ginger ale and the damn crackers aren't going to help just like rubbing dirt in a cut wont help either." Caitlyn was used to these little outbursts, and would just shrug and pop a cracker into her mouth. Once that had passed, there was still the insomnia and the irritability. But it was nothing as close to when he was using. A lot of the nights Caitlyn would fall asleep with Spencer reading quickly through three to five books a night, sometimes going two days without sleep. Eventually he started to become himself again. The young doctor was secretly going to meetings and would talk to Caitlyn each time he felt like he wanted to use again. But each day he got better and better. Some of the cases were hard, one in Dallas was especially hard. The victims in the leaves reminded Reid of being in the corn field, and understanding what exactly they felt like before they died. And then there was Frank. The sexual sadist that took the ribs of his victims and took the life of the one woman that Gideon loved. But each day he got better, and better and finally was the Reid that she fell in love with. With each horrible case the two got closer. The two fed off one another. Reid would push Caitlyn to use her mind and look at the crime scenes and get into the un subs heads in ways that she never would have before. The ex-swat member was usually doubting herself and believed she was just brought in incase another bomb was set or Derek wasn't there to kick down a door, but Reid helped give her confidence. Caitlyn on the other hand kept the doctor's babble a bit more conversational, even though she would never be able to keep him from babbling so much that Morgan would threaten to kill him once or twice. He would never be completely the same, all of the agents would go through things that changed them, but he was sober.

For one of the first times in a while, Caitlyn was awake before her sleeping boyfriend. She smirked as she saw him sprawled out, hair covering his face. She crawled forward, lightly placing kisses on his neck until she saw his eyelids flutter open.

"Good morning." he grumbled, pulling the covers up over his head to shield the sunlight and then tumbling over to wrap both of them fully inside like a cocoon.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up from a nice dream?" Caitlyn teased, the young doctor pulled her in closer by the small of her back and gave her a deep kiss. Caitlyn was surprised at how… confident Spencer had become since they had started dating. When they had their first kiss for the first time he couldn't even speak, and now he was completely comfortable with himself in that area… and others. She was nervous when it was finally time, but not as nervous as Spencer. Caitlyn had had sex before, not promiscuously, but she had never taken anyone's virginity. But to keep it short and not to get to X rated, the young doctor knew the female anatomy well and how to work it. It was like Morgan had a detector, or saw the spring in the doctors step the night after it happened and poor Spencer turned red with embarrassment, begging him to be quiet.

"No, you woke me up to something better than a dream." he smiled, kissing her again.

"We have to be at the office at 7," Caitlyn started, "so I say we just grab breakfast and then go to work."
"Or," Spencer said, "We can just grab coffee and bagels and spend some extra time in bed."

"I think that's a brilliant idea." Caitlyn purred.

After a quick roll in the sheets, and getting their coffee and breakfast the two entered the BAU. There was a serial killer who was targeting women on the campus of a small Midwestern college.

"You two were almost late." Emily said heading to the jet.

"I can think of one reason why." Morgan said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, Spencer instantly got embarrassed. Caitlyn loved how he could still be so boyish and innocent.

"Yeah, we wouldn't have been late if we didn't do the one reason twice," Caitlyn said non-chalantly and walking infront of the two officers with Emily at her side and earning a jaw drop from Morgan.

"My man," Morgan said, offering Spencer a fist bump that he had no idea how to return because he didn't even know what the gesture was. Caitlyn was really starting to feel apart of the team, but there was something about Emily recently. Ever since the incident with Tobias Hankle, and Frank. The sexual sadist who killed Gideon's college sweet heart and got away. The section chief Erin Strauss was paying more attention to the unit. She met with Hotch and all of the agents were worried by how long she was in there for. One hour twenty two minutes and fifty six seconds, according to Reid. Caitlyn wondered if Strauss had sad anything to Emily. The only thing the section chief said to Caitlyn was a quick welcome to the BAU and a reminder that she could be replaced very easily with the stunts that she's already pulled within one sentence. Caitlyn was amazed at her ability to do that.

The agents had to hit the ground running as soon as they got there, they were up against a spree killer and they were on a race to stop him. As soon as they arrived they piled into the Sedans and straight to the campus of the all girl college. Campus security had been doubled, and yet almost as soon as they arrived they were staring at a crime scene. Caitlyn stared at the body,

"She had her mace out but she didn't use it?" she asked, always being careful as she tried to take in any details that could be easily missed as red and blue lights flashed behind them. "And it's well lit, he's not afraid of being seen." Morgan asked how often the shuttles on the campus ran, finding out they ran every fifteen minutes the un sub had to know the system and strike fast. Caitlyn kneeled down to take a closer look at the victim, she remembered her first real crime scene it was hard to even get a good look at what had happened and now she was so close if the corpse was breathing she could feel it.

"Were all of the victim's arms crossed like this over her chest?" Caitlyn asked, the officer confirmed and asked why.

"It's a classic sign of remorse." Morgan answered for her. For once, Gideon wasn't saying anything. There was no, 'I'm the unsub, how did I do it', or pushing the agents to look deeper. "After he did it he felt bad about it, so he poses his victims like this in the hope that they'll rest in peace." The officer working the case looked at the body and then at all the profilers.

"You can tell all that just by the arms?" He asked.

"That's why you called us here, to build a psychological profile of your killer." Morgan asserted. Finally Gideon spoke and Caitlyn looked up to the sound of his voice asking the officer quietly how long it would take to clear the scene.

"It's lucky that there's a curfew," Caitlyn said standing up and putting her hands on her hips, "or else there would be a mob scene as big as if Justin Timberlake came on campus." Gideon just looked at her and then down at the body,

"Have Hotch set up at the precinct, we'll run everything through. By the time this campus wakes up I want a handle on everything."

Caitlyn, Morgan, JJ and Gideon walked back into the precinct to tell the rest of the agents what was going on and what they saw at the scene. The next morning, Gideon wanted Reid and Caitlyn to go and talk to the friends of the girl that lived with her in their housing. They were the youngest of the group and who they would be able to relate to most. When everyone had gone their own separate ways, Caitlyn and Reid sat in their hotel room. Case files open and papers of the crime scene spread around. Caitlyn laced her fingers through her hair as she looked at information on the school and what was known about the circle of friends the victim was associated with.

"Honestly," she breathed, "if I went to an all girls school I probably would have killed myself."

"Why?" The young genius asked, who was sitting across Caitlyn at the small desk.

"Girls are mean, Spencer."

"Trust me, I know." Caitlyn gave him a wide mouth gape, "NO! Not you! Girls, especially pretty ones were never really nice to me."

"Yeah, well girls are even more mean to other girls. I had plenty of friends but most of them were boys. Girls were so…" she trailed off to think of the word for it, "bitchy. I would have to play politics just to get in their circle of friends and then once I was in there I always felt like the odd one out until I would get kicked out." Spencer looked over at her.

"I never thought that you would have had any problems like that."

"Well, you're not the only one who felt like an outsider their whole life," Caitlyn said flipping through more pages, "but you had a ridiculously high IQ that came with your bullying. Mine was subtle and because everyone around me was an asshole and I had a hard time not telling them it."

"That I do believe." Caitlyn threw a pillow at him he caught it in his hands with a big smart ass smile on his face. Maybe the un sub was a female, Caitlyn noted in her mind. But didn't bring it up, unsure if it was her own memories in school and how much she didn't like other girls clouding her judgement.

The next morning Caitlyn was awake before Spencer, he had fallen asleep in the chair at the desk and Caitlyn lifted her head up and had to peel a laminated crime scene photo from her face that she had fallen asleep on. What a glorious life, she thought as she walked over to Spencer at the chair. She knew she had to wake up up softly, ever since Tobias he would sometimes have nightmares or wake up extremely threatened, it hadn't happened in a while but she was still cautious.

"Babe…babe…" she said softly, poking his sleeping mass. He didn't move, she poked him again.

"That replica of the death star is not accurate…" he mumbled in a dream, Caitlyn rolled her eyes and nudged him a little harder which made him wake up instantly.

"It's time to get ready to go you little nerd." She laughed as she hopped into the shower, the young doctor rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to get over the audacity of the other patron in his dream of making Darth Vader's fortress inaccurately.