Spencer's case took longer than usual. He wasn't back yet. You called him every morning before class and he called you every night, and you talked for hours before you went to sleep.

"Hey lover boy, get off the phone, we have a lead," came the voice of Derek Morgan as Spencer was on the phone with you one night. You heard him protest, calling something out to Derek about his vivid imagination.

"I've got to go but we'll talk in the morning? Night beautiful," he said gently. You smiled, his compliments still giving you butterflies.

"Night Spence," you mumbled, putting the phone down. It was nearly 12 am so you decided to do some work before going to bed.

Spencer, on the other hand, was watching Derek break down the door to the unsub's home. They ended up catching him, JJ catching him as he dove out the back window.

Within 2 hours they were in the jet, flying eastward. Spencer laid down on his favorite bench, closing his eyes. He was in dire need of sleep. He would use his breaks to call you and then would work well into the night. Plus, you would call around 9 am which was 5 am in his time zone. You knew it was early but he said it wasn't an issue. His sleep patterns were terrible. But it was worth it.

He slept quietly, only to be woken by a chorus of laughter on the plane. "What? Huh?" he muttered, sitting up, running a hand through his hair.

"Boy genius is awake," Rossi stated.

"Finally, the muttering can stop," JJ joked.

"What?" Spencer asked, confused beyond compare.

"You kept muttering about something, no clue what," Emily said, ruffling his hair.

"You looked distraught," Derek Morgan added, a worried look passing over his face.

"I'm fine guys. Thanks for worrying about me though," Spencer said, standing up. He walked to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. He couldn't remember what was happening in his dream. But he remembered a girl and that she was in trouble. And, she looked like you.

Spencer left the room, rubbing his eyes.** He went to the back of the jet and grabbed a cup of coffee. As he went to take a sip, Derek moved it out of his hand. "Don't ruin your sleep. You haven't been sleeping well as it is," he said.

"Derek, I'm fine," Spencer muttered, reaching for the coffee.

"I'm worried about you man. Is this about the girl?" Spencer shook his head in response, not understanding why Derek brought you up. "Listen man, I know you like her. But, if she's harming your mental health, she's not worth it."

Spencer was getting angry. How dare he point the blame at you, when you didn't even know what was going on. "Derek, I'm fine. And the girl isn't the problem, I'm not even seeing her anymore," he said, lying to Derek's face.

Derek raised his eyebrow but didn't say anything in objection. "Ok kid. But, please take care of yourself. That big brain of yours needs rest and love."

Spencer nodded and reached for the coffee cup again. Derek rolled his eyes and poured the coffee down the sink. "No coffee." He ordered before turning to sit down.

Spencer bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair, going to sit down. He pulled out his phone, seeing it was 2 am in DC.

Spencer: "hey, are you awake?"

You were laying in bed, watching TV, when you felt your phone buzz. You read the text and smiled.

Y/N: "just about to go to bed, what's up?"

Spencer: "nothing, just having a rough night"

Y/N: "wanna talk about it?"

Spencer: "is it bad if I say no?"

Y/N: "not at all. When do you get back?"

Spencer: "we should be landing in 20 minutes"

Y/N: "Oh! Do you want to come over? we can talk about something else"

Spencer: "I don't want to impose"

Y/N: "I invited you. You don't have to come if you don't want to. Just know the offer stands"

Spencer: "I'll be there in 30"

You smiled at the thought that you would be able to see him. You missed him; this was strange, considering you knew him for only a few weeks. But, he had worked his way into your heart.