Danny wakes with a start in another unfamiliar location. Instead of waking in her own bed, or Spencer's, Danny wakes in the front seat of Harold. Her lower back cramping from her twisting and turning in such a tight space.

Pulling her chair up, Danny looks around at the school and notices it's just the early morning classes starting. Good, she can get a shower in and freshen up. Reaching into the back, she grabs her clothes and toiletry bags and walks into the building that contains the gym and sports areas. Thankfully, practice isn't right now, so Danny has the whole room to herself.

She shakily takes off her clothes, feeling exposed in the stall, and turns on the water. Showering in a school is not on one of Danny's bucket lists. But what has to be done.

After the shower, she leaves her hair wet to air dry and changes into suitable clothes. Back out to Harold to drop some things off, Danny almost runs into someone in the hallway.

"Sorry," she mutters not in the mood.

"Wait," the screechy voice sounds around the hallway. Danny hangs her head in annoyance. Can't she have one day where this bitch doesn't have something to say to her? Can't Danny just live her shitty life in piece?

"What?" Danny grits out.

"You don't do sports? Why are you in the locker room?" Trish tilts her head in confusion. Booty shorts and a tank top on her figure. A high pony tail on her head, signifying Trish actually did do some kind of sport.

"None of your business," Danny tries to turn away.

"Are you homeless or something?"

Danny feels the rage boiling inside her, but at the moment she can't seem to care. Its as if all her emotions drained out of her for the morning in that shower.

"Spencer doesn't like homeless girls. Just saying," she quips with a smirk. Not knowing when to stop.

"Have Spencer for all I care! Do what you want. He's his own person, and quite frankly the least of my worries," Danny walks away. Why does it feel like she is in a bad teenage movie. With all the shit going on at the moment, Spencer really is the least of her problems. Trish just seems to want to make something out of nothing. That's what rich people do, they get bored.

Back at the car, Danny sits in the drivers seat staring at the wheel. It's not a hard decision. But Danny knows she can't live in that apartment anymore.

Instead of going to classes like she planned, she heads back to what once was her home. Planning to pack everything and move out. She doesn't want to pay for that place any longer.

Many people have slept in their cars before, Danny says to herself. It can't be that hard.

•••

After having a word with the landlord, donating the rest of her stuff that wouldn't fit in the car, Danny has a weight lifted off her chest.

Yes living life as a "homeless" person, like Trish had so kindly put it, was not ideal. But it made Danny feel better. She no longer had to live in that awful neighborhood. She didn't have to live her nightmare every time she stepped into that hallway.

Once she found a new apartment everything would be okay.

Her phone buzzed somewhere in the car and Danny struggled to find it. Finally after looking under the seat, she pulled the vibrating device out.

"Spence" flashed across the screen in bold letters and before she could slide to answer it, it turned off.

In its absence she could see the 6 missed calls from Spencer and 17 texts. Instead of reading that all, she called him back.

"Hello?!" He picked you on the first ring, his eager voice in Danny's ear.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What's up?" He let out a breath. "I've been trying to contact you all day and last night. You didn't show up to class. You didn't text me back."

He sounded angry at this point and it caused Danny to flinch a little in guilt. She didn't even think about someone trying to contact her. Sometimes she just did things on her own and forgot the rest of the world.

"Sorry, I was really busy" she mumbled, her face twisted to the side as if Spencer were really there.

"Doing what?"

Danny didn't answer. Spencer sighs.

"Okay." He pauses. "Are you okay at least?"

Danny shakes her head no to herself, but to Spence, "yeah. Of course." Danny feels as if Spencer isn't convinced of this. He is a profiler after all. He could probably detect the quiver in her voice. But he doesn't say anything about it, making the girl believe he he doesn't want to get involved again. Danny and her problems seem to be racking up, he's probably just realized what a mess she really is.

"I've got to go. I might see you tomorrow in class," and Danny hangs up right in the middle of the doctor yelling out a 'wait!'

Danny sighs and looks around her car. She kept her possessions to the bare minimum and it's all at the bottom of that car, not over flowing the seats too much, but it still makes her nervous. Anyone could look in and see that Danny has all her things in here. Yet, she knows she needs to find a new place today.

Just before she thinks to pull out of the parking lot to start her apartment search, a blur of grey pops up by her window and Danny screeches to herself.

Spencer, in all his teacher style glory stands at the window of her car. Looking the least out of breathe for someone who just ran up to a car. Stupid FBI training and stupid Spencer's toned body. Danny shuts off the idling car and opens the door.

"How did you know I was here?"

He quirks his eyebrow at the question, his cocky gaze returning. "I could hear the loud rumble of an older car in the background of your voice over the phone. I also saw your car earlier this morning, though you weren't inside it, so I know where you were parked." He leans over the open door and way too close into Danny's personal space. A smirk on his face. He grabs her chin to tilt her face "and I see that you left you're hair to dry naturally today which most likely means that you were not at home for a shower. But it was this morning. Also I see that you have multiple garbage bags in the back of your car, which could indicate that you are moving, but don't have a place yet," he pauses to glance around the space again. "You were feeling scared."

"Thank you Sherlock Holmes," Danny spits angrily ripping her face out of Spencer's hand. Though it left her with some tingles. "Let me guess? So now you deduce that I am homeless and broke, living out of my car. Congrats."

Spencer looks down in sympathy.

"Wait," Danny looks up at him, "how did you know I was feeling scared?"

"Not everyone would be feeling particularly happy about the situation you are going through," Danny smiles a little at that. Obviously. "But you are also wearing my shirt."

Danny looks down in embarrassment. Instead of leaving Spencer's shirt that he loaned her for the night, at his house, she stuffed it into her bag. The dark green fabric brings her more comfort than she realizes.

"Get out," Spencer orders in a no-nonsense voice.

Danny's steps out of the car like a small child, eyes downcast. What she wasn't expecting, was dr. Reid to wrap her up in him large arms. He tucks her head under his chin and rubs one of his hands up her back while the other plays with the ends of her dark hair. Danny's didn't know she needed it. She was trying to stay strong for herself for so long. Now, in the safety of an FBI's arms, Danny feels her composure slip. She leans into him for comfort, throwing her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.

"You could have called me," he says muffled into her hair. He sighs. "I'm taking you to my house."

"No, I-"

"It's not up for discussion," is his reply back. Cutting off any of Danny's refusal. "Get your important bags. Let's go."

Dan does what he said after that with little protest. Danny fell for Spencer's boyish charm, where did this man come from? Though, the tingling sensation she gets from his demands are not complaining at his switch in mood. If anything, Danny feels safer, and she has to stop herself from swooning.