We finished the case about two weeks ago. Today marks the fifth day that he hasn't shown up to work. Hotch lets us all go home early since we haven't got a lot of work to do and we have no case. I pack my things and make my way to the elevator, holding the door for JJ and Prentiss. They look at me with confusion and also comfort.

"I know you guys know i'm scared. I'm worried about him. I'm gonna go check in with him right now. I'm sorry if I worried you guys." I smile at them weakly.

"You don't have to apologise, we understand (Y/N). Go see how he's doing and fill us in after okay?" JJ answered, both of them wrapping me in a tight hug.

I step out of the elevator and scurry to my car, on my way to Spencer's apartment. I need to see him. Nobody knows about it but, I have had a crush on him for a very long time. I want to make sure he's okay. If he isn't okay, I'm not okay. If he's sad, I am sad. I can't be around Spencer when he's sad without crying. He just looks so fragile and soft. Looking at him in that state makes me devastated.

I reach his apartment complex and make my way to his door. I knock once. No response. I knock again and hear his voice.

"ONE SECOND! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" He yells.

I know what he's doing though so I barge in and walk straight to his room, slamming the door open. I catch him right before he's about to shoot the drugs into his arm. I sprint over as fast as I can, yanking the sock off from around his upper arm and snatching the little glass bottles and needle away from him. I stomp out of the room and he storms after me grabbing a hold on my shirt from behind.

"I need that (Y/N). Seriously give it back." He prompts.

"No, I am going to smash it and throw it in the dumpster and then we are going to put you through a detox. You can't rely on this when things with your mom get bad. Spence, I'm here. I understand you're upset but, dilaudid isn't the answer. Now go lay down on the bed, i'll be there in a second." I gesture towards his bedroom.

He retreats silently into his room and I pass back through his front door, locating the dumpster. I find one and then find a brick laying on the ground next to it. I throw the glass bottles and needle in and pick up the brick, throwing it on top of them, smashing all of it to pieces. Feeling gratified with myself, I walk back to Spencer's. When I open the door I can see him itching and scratching at his chest. He probably hasn't used in a while so he's already in withdraw.

He spots me coming through the door and immediately stands up, running straight at me.

"(Y/N), I need those, please this will be the last time I promise, where are they?" He asks pleading me to give him the dilaudid.

"All of the bottles are in pieces in the dumpster Spencer. Now can we-" He immediately breaks down crying, falling into my arms.

I hug him as tight as I can, my hands finding his hair and gripping him close to me. He burrows his head in my neck and sniffles a little. He sits up and looks at me with fear and sadness in his eyes.

"I'm scared (Y/N). Will you stay here and help me?" He looks at me in pain. I hate that face.

"Did you think I was going somewhere?" I smile at him leading him back to his bedroom.

"It's just- I've been horrible to you for the past few days and the rest of the team. I- I just didn't think you'd want to help me. You want to help?" He asks not taking his tired eyes off me.

"Of course Spence, you're my best friend. I would do anything for you." I smile and help him into his bed.

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Six days have gone by and I haven't left his side. I've been sleeping on his couch and I went back to my place quick just to call the team and let them know what's going on and to pick up stuff for me to use whilst I stay at Spencer's. In terms of his condition, it's gotten nothing but worse. I tried to help him eat something yesterday but he just keeps puking everything up. He's having awful hot and cold flashes and not sleeping very much.

I sit on the chair in his room and turn the TV on to watch something. I turn my head to look at him, trying to get sleep he closes his eyes but I then see him pulling the sheets close to him. He looks cold. I go to grab him another blanket and I find one in the closet next to his bathroom.

"Hey, Spence, If you're cold here's another blanket. You can push it off of you if you get hot." I smile placing the blanket over the sick, sleepless man.

"(Y/N)?" He asks before I sit down again.

"Yes?"

"Would you actually- um- would you-" I stop him and say it for him instead.

"Cuddle with you?" I ask laughing out of my nose a little.

"Yeah. If you don't want to it's okay i'm just freezing and i'm thinking a little body heat from another person might help but, if you're uncomfortable with it it's alright." He rambles on as I slide under the warm sheets with him.

I pull his body close to me, feeling how warm he is. He may feel freezing but his body is dying of sweat. I don't care though. I just want to help him and make him feel more comfortable and not so weak. He's just been so helpless the last six days. I don't know what I can do to make him feel the tiniest bit better. I assume what i've been doing is fine but, I can never know.

"Hey, I don't know if this will make you feel better but, I've literally had a crush on you since I joined the B.A.U.. Dumb right, why would you ever like me. Hilarious." I laugh a little and he doesn't move but starts to speak.

"It's not funny (Y/N). I'm in love with you." He says making me start to freeze as well. My stomach does a full loop and a half.

"You what now?" I ask, still frazzled by his words.

"I'm in love with you (Y/N). Have been for months now." He turns to face me.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I could ask you the same question." he laughs.

"I guess you're right."

He lays there and I close my eyes thinking he will do the same. I open my eyes again when I can feel someone looking at me. I open them to see Spencer staring at me, a sweet smile placed on his lips.

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"You're just so pretty (Y/N). I couldn't imagine anyone else helping me get though this. Thank you." He gets that look on his face when he is watching something intently.

"Spencer, you're the kindest person I know. You know that you're addiction isn't your fault. It was Tobias Hankles fault. None of us meant for that to happen. Do you mind me asking why you relapsed again in the first place?" I put my forehead on his.

"My mom is having trouble remembering who I am. I'm not taking that too well. I-" He stops short and I realize he's about to throw up.

I stand up quickly and run to grab the bucket. I grab it just in time to give it to him before he barfs into it. I sit on the edge of the bed with him and rub his back.

"I don't need you to tell me more Spence, I know it's hard and I know this is hard. We're going to get you though it. I promise. I love you Spencer." I smile at him going to get him mouthwash.

"You're the best girlfriend in the world (Y/N)."

"Girlfriend?" I look at him confused.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks me while cleaning off his glasses.

"Absolutely Spence. Absolutely. Now let's go see if we can make you something to eat." I smile taking him by the hand to his kitchen.

"Not likely. When sick, shortly after a meal, nausea or vomiting may be caused by food poisoning, gastritis, an ulcer, or bulimia. I don't have any of those things but since I am in a detox, it's most commonly proven that I won't be able to keep much food down." He spits out.

"Alright well, let's try genuis. Lets try." I smile at him kissing his forehead.