In a turn of events, and not entirely expected, Danny is back at the slightly messy apartment of a certain doctor.

"Sorry," he shuffled around the room, his eyes taking in the space as if seeing it as a stranger would. "I didn't expect to have company."

Danny looks down in shame. "You didn't have to bring me here. I can leave." She says, not wanting to put more weight on the FBI's shoulders.

"That's not what I meant!" Spencer looks over pleadingly at Danny. He knows he's messing up already and he's only just gotten her here. He's kind of terrible at being reassuring.

"It's fine," Danny looks around at the books shelves, case files and empty coffee mugs and smirks a bit, wondering if this is going to be what her life looks like in a few years. Cases upon cases seem like a good thing, a distraction from your own life.

"I'm taking the couch though this time," Danny smiles at Spencer.

While he goes into his own room to grab a blanket for her (after putting up a protest of course) Danny sits her bag at her feet and sits on his brown leather couch. Falling into the cushions, she almost messes up a few files with papers spilling out.

"Do you want to play a board game? Or maybe we can do something else together? I know you wanna get your mind off some things. This usually helps me," Spencer returns carrying scrabble, chess, and two white boards. Danny's curiosity shows through.

"Sure."

He clears out a space on the table in front if the couch, depositing all the stuff there.

"Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?" Danny comically whispers out the side of her mouth, bringing Spencer to a chuckle.

First they play scrabble, which Danny terribly looses at. Her words like 'cat' and 'Mexico' were no match for the ones Spencer came up with.

"Sorry I have an eidetic memory" Spencer would sass every time Danny complained.

But chess was much better. Only because he went easy on her. Though, in the end, Spence won.

"Okay, okay, I give up playing games with you," Danny giggles. "You are the superior player." She bows in mocking. Both their faces stay lit up, excitement running through their veins. Danny can't help but be glad she has a fiend like Spencer.

"So what's with the white boards?" Danny asks, pointing to the aforementioned object.

"Oh," Spencer looks down, fishing in his pants for something. He pulls out two dry erase markers. "So this isn't a game. But I did hear you mention that you knew how to do a geographic profile. I thought you would want to do one with me?"

His eyes light up in hope and Danny wouldn't dare to bring him down. This was an opportunity anyone would die for. Learning geographic profiling with the boy genius? Of course.

"Yeah I read about it. I tried practicing with a few cases, but it's not like I could see if they were ever truly right," Danny shrugs and grabs the green marker.

"Well nows your chance," his tongue pokes out of his mouth as he thinks and the poor girl in front of him can't take her eyes off him. A professor, with such a beautiful mind and an equally beautiful soul. She traces his features with her eyes. The curve of his face, the way he licks his lips just a little, his eyes crinkling when he smiles. She pulls herself out of her trance when he starts talking.

"So, I've thought of a case," he points in the air like a scientist. "First we will need a map."

He's gone like the energizer bunny, leaving Danny to stifle her laughter. Back in a flash, he lays down a large map in front of Danny, the small town of Provo Utah spans before her. Spencer sits right next to Danny, his arm brushing hers.

"Okay so the case was a quick one," he draws a small recreation of the map in front of him on his large white board, Danny trying to catch up to do the same. She scratches out the main roads, water ways, and rail ways. "The man, in his early 30's was inducting girls. All blonds. All in their mid 20's"

"Okay," Danny's nods along.

"He would dump their bodies, here" he points to an expanse of what would be a plain right before the mountains. Danny's marks it on her map. "The girls he picked up were from bars at these three locations," he pointed them out on the map and Danny put an 'x' on the spots where the bars would be.

"Now the question is, where does he live?"

Danny looks at the map in concentration. Thinking back to what she knew about the killer. "Can I have more of a description of him?"

"Nope," Spencer smiles at her. Watching her struggle in joy. Danny sighs.

Okay, on her own then. She starts out by circling the three bars all in one large group. Obviously his hunting ground. He's comfortable there. So that leaves his work or his house close by. Or, at least on route between the two. She glances up the the area of the dump site. Father up north and more of a remote location.

At this she closes her eyes, ignoring the way Spencer leans over her, she imagines the killer. Not his physical description, but the way is how he would do this. The kill.

He wants his kills to be in a remote location so they could be away from everyone else, less likely to be found. Is he feeling remorse? No. He doesn't want anyone to find them because he wants to visit them. 'Killers like seeing what they've done Danny' she can hear her fathers voice in her head.

She imagines the man living in a less populated area, not suburban, farther out. She connect the dump site to the cluster of induction sites by a road with her green marker. He lives along this road. She looks closer at the map. She shrugs her shoulders. This is as close as she is going to get with the information he gave her. She circled closer to the dump sites on the right side of that main road way. Hoping that she got it right. She tilts the board for Spencer's eyes.

"Brilliant," he whispers out. He reaches over her small frame and puts a small purple dot in the upper left part of Danny's circle. She got it right. Looking up, she spots Spencer's eyes already on her, and the short distance between the two. He was hovering over her. Spencer reaches out to the back of Danny's head, hand on the couch to lean forward more. Leaning in, their lips almost a hairs width away, Danny can feel his cool breath on her waiting lips, when the sound of a file dropping is heard behind her.

Danny jumps a little at the sudden noise, turning quick to glare at the interruption while she feels Spencer retreating.

She picks it up, opening the file with the sole purpose of only straightening it up, before anything falls out. Inside is not what she expected.

Spencer is an FBI agent, someone who should have had files on criminals, not random girls. Is this how he gets information on people? Danny's face heats up in mild horror.

She hears his sigh, refusing to turn back around. "You can't be looking at files. Those are classified." His swift fingers pick up the file in one swoop, closing it in a rush.

"Forget you saw this," he mutters and goes to turn away.

"So what? Is this how you get girls numbers? Is this how you figure things out about them? You make files? Criminal ones?" Danny shakes with anger. Does he have a file on her too?

Spencer turns back around. "No, I don't. I said forget it!"

"That's fucked up."

Spencer turns back around, inches from Danny's face. "This one is a criminal."

She pauses. "Trish?" She questions him. "She's a college student. And if I remember correctly, you were flirting with her."

"It's called faking," he deadpans. Danny's heart drops. She's happy he was faking with Trish, but does that mean he was faking with her too?

"So you don't like her?" Danny cringes at her dumb question.

"W-What?" Spencer stutters out. His eyebrows crease in confusion. "No."

"Oh," Danny's looks down. "So why do you have a file on her?"

"I think she might be the one who broke into your apartment." His lips twist to the side. "I have no proof so far though."

Danny's face drains of color. "How did you find out about my apartment. I didn't tell anyone."

Spencer looks mildly hurt, "I am an FBI agent. But other than that, I heard Trish telling her group of friends that she finally got you away. Whatever that means," he mumbles. "She was bragging about making you homeless."

Danny stays quiet for a moment, processing everything that happened and what she been through. Was it all really just a college girl? How did she find out where she lived? No wonder Trish used the word 'homeless' like it was a trophy.

"Wait so you didn't deduce me when you found me at the car," Danny turns to Spencer in shock.

His smile only stretches into a full blown belly laugh. His glasses almost falling off his face.