xhellasalvatorex-Here you are, dearest! Thank you for the request and for being so patient! I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for! (I picked a random town in Brooklyn and if it just so happens to be YOUR hometown, sorry, I didn't mean to hahaha)

Gianna sat down with a huff as she racked a hand through her long dark brown hair that she so desperately wished she had raked a brush through before rushing over here, her eyes scanning the file in front of her. The sound of someone walking into the conference room was ignored by her as the name of this cases' particular location grabbed her attention.

Even the soft kiss on her cheek and gentle coo of good morning from her fiance didn't pull her out of her stupefaction.

A hand came to rest on her forearm. "Gianna? Are you alright?"

Spencer's voice was soft and dripping with worry, his hand moving up to her shoulder where his thumb traced her collarbone.

Gianna took a sudden deep breath, blinked, then looked at the man beside her, her body shivering in delight at seeing him. She gave him a tight smile, nodding slightly.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just..."

But before you could finish Rossi, Emily, Luke, and JJ came in, Garcia bringing up the rear with a sympathetic smile in the brunette's direction. Spencer gave Gianna a questioning look before he dropped his hand, clearing his throat. Gianna shook her head slightly leaving it to Penelope to fill him in on what she already knew.

Penelope turned on the main screen and gestured to everyone's iPads and Reid's paper file. She gave Gianna a tight, apologetic smile before showing pictures of three victims in their respective homes all in different famous statue positions; The Thinker, The Statue of Liberty, The Little Dancer. But their faces were covered in blood. The source? Their left eyes were missing. 

"Someone has an eye for beauty," Rossi mumbled as he leaned back.

Gianna closed her eyes and shook her head slightly as she too leaned back in her chair, picking at a chip on the side of the table as Garcia spoke. 

"Let me take you to Brooklyn, New York. Gravesend."

Gianna felt everyone's gaze before the Tech Wiz finished her sentence. Gianna didn't bother looking up knowing full well the range of expressions that would greet her. From surprise to pity, she didn't feel like dealing with it. 

But a soft hand placed on her knee made her heart seize and her eyes flicker to the man next to her. Spencer wasn't looking at her but she could feel the ease of comfort ebbing through her where he was gently moving his thumb on her knee. Gianna reached down and clasped his hand with her own, surprised at her own shaking. Spencer's and turned so your hand fit better, his thumb continuing to rub away her growing anxiety. 

Penelope continued the briefing and the others asked questions all while Gianna stared at nothing in particular, having read the file before everyone else had arrived. It wasn't surprising New York would have crime but her hometown? No one likes to think anything terrible could ever happen in the place they grew up and called home.

Suddenly the sound of scraping chairs and shuffling papers brought Gianna back to the real world, the BAU team getting ready to head to the jet. Spencer stood and reached his hand out for her hand, his eyes kind as she looked up at him. 

He gave her a soft smile, gently squeezing her hand as she placed it in his and stood. "Maybe  you will see some old friends while we are there."

Gianna snorted. "That's exactly the opposite of what I want to happen."

The two of them left the office, picking up their 'to-go' bags as they passed their respective desks. Spencer never let go of her hand though, that being the only reason Gianna's mind wasn't a million lightyears from earth. 

Spencer called for the elevator, glancing at you as he shifted his bag on his shoulder nervously. "Did you know anyone of the victims?"

Gianna was ready for this question, her shoulders relaxing from the worry of a different question she thought he was going to ask. She shook her head as they walked hand in hand onto the elevator, pressing the button to the jet. 

"Not personally. Bridget Beckham, the one positioned like The Little Dancer, was the cousin of a classmate of mine. The other two I haven't ever seen before." With her free hand, Gianna rubbed her eyes, shaking her head a bit. "But I'm not surprised. I haven't been there since..."

Thankfully the elevator doors opened and the sound of the jet prepping prevented her from needing to finish that sentence. But Spencer wasn't dumb. He noticed her hesitancy but left it alone, not wanting to cause her more stress than she was already feeling. he lifted their joint hands and kissed the back of her hand as they walked to the jet, the use of words pointless with how loud it was. 

Gianna smiled at his simple but sweet gesture, her heart slowly losing the pent-up dread that was ready to burst. There was a reason she had left home at such a young age to join the government in stopping terrible people from running the world. She just didn't expect herself to be going back to the exact place where it all started. 

~~~~~

Spencer brushed his long hair from his face as the wind picked up, the sun starting to set on the second day in the field at Gravesend, Brooklyn. It was a quaint town with lots of 'mom and pop' shops and restaurants that he quickly learned made the best milkshakes and fries. He had kept an eye on Gianna the whole time, not missing her lack of cheer she usually emanated while working the job she loved. But despite her constant reassurance that she was fine, Spencer was convinced otherwise. 

Spencer, Gianna, Luke, and Rossi were sent to get the Sheriff of the PD that invited them onto the case. They had found a fourth victim, a middle-aged black man depicted as Michelangelo's David. This added new insight into the Unsub's profile that Luke and Rossi were discussing at the front of the car whereas Gianna and Spencer were sitting in the wingman seats. Gianna had her legs swung over across the gap propped up on Spencer's lap where he absentmindedly ran his fingers up and down her shins, the girl loving the physical attention.

Neither of them were paying attention to the conversation so it took a few tries for the two up front to get their attention. 

"Yo, Gianna, come back to earth," Luke said as he gazed at her with humor-filled eyes through the rearview mirror. 

Gianna took a breath and wiped her face as she looked at Spencer then back to the other guys. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, what's up?"

Rossi turned in his seat, looking between the two of them. "So, have you seen anything like this before?"

Gianna leaned her head against her arm propped against the window. "No, not really. The place was pretty well cared for by those who held their own guns or by old veterans that didn't take any crap. The craziest thing I remember ever happening while I was here was when Mrs. Jones forgot to bring in her laundry one winter and the whole family had to go two weeks without clothes since it was stuck to the line."

Luke raised his brows. "Whoa, it's almost like you grew up with this guy or something by the sounds of your dated town." He pointed a thumb at Rossi who rolled his eyes and swatted his hand away, turning back to Gianna. 

"So I take it you might know some of the officers that will be working this case."

Gianna nodded. "Yeah a few. Though I don't know the guy in charge."

Luke looked at her through the mirror again. "Does a John Phillipson man anything to you?"

Every fiber of her being went cold. Spencer could feel her leg muscles tense up causing him to look at her, his hands resting on her shins. But he knew better than to ask what was wrong, the look of shock and dread filling her face giving him pause. 

"Yeah, I know him."

Thankfully Luke and Rossi didn't press for any more details, the 61st precinct coming up soon.

Gianna closed her eyes and tried not to let the tears pricking the back of her eyes fall but she took a shuttering breath, that calming her nerves for the time being. No one knew of John and what hand he had in her past and in a perfect world it would have stayed that way. Alas, it was the opposite of a perfect world and it looked like she was going to have to work alongside the one man who nearly devastated her. A man who should be in jail but got released because of his "good behavior". 

Gianna's skin prickled but she swallowed her anger. It was time to focus on the case, not past heartaches. Turning to Spencer, Gianna only had to shake her head for him to understand. He nodded in return, placing her legs on the ground as the car came to a stop.

Spencer got out and walked over to her side of the car, opening the door for her and taking her hands to help her out, not saying a word. This John Phillipson had clearly done something to his Gianna and despite what he knew she was going to tell him about leaving it alone, Spencer planned on making it very clear she was better off with leaving him for whatever reason.

Gianna lead the group to the police station, ignoring the catcalls of meandering inmates and waiting felons. Coming up to a front desk, she flashed her badge and the burly man behind the desk nodded, pointing wordlessly to a group of officers waiting in a meeting room, stacks of paper sitting on tables while the walls were peppered with details of the case. 

It wasn't hard to miss him, Gianna having nearly married the man. 

John Phillipson turned, his hands on his hips and a self-assured smile on his lips as he turned to the approaching BAU team. Gianna couldn't help but feel a wave of complacency at the look of surprise on his face. John still looked like John with his bright blue eyes and beach sand hair but thankfully Gianna wasn't looking at him through rose-colored glasses. She could see him for the freak he was. 

John sauntered away from the other officers as he made his way over to the BAU team though he had only eyes for Gianna. She repressed a shiver as he stood just a tad too close. 

"Well, look who decided to visit her old stomping grounds. Bit of a shock don't you think?"

He still stounded like his same cocky nineteen-year-old self that she remembered. But seeing gray in his hair made her feel a bit better about his immaturity. Gianna refrained from rolling her eyes. 

"Kind of hard to avoid it when there are three, now four people dead that require my expertise in finding the killer. Kind of in the job description."

He raised a brow, his jaw clenching. "Ah yes, that so-called 'once in a lifetime opportunity' job that you left me for. Glad to see it has a sense of humor."

"I'm glad you find seeing me as funny. I too thought it was hilarious you got so mad at me for dreaming about getting a job that helped save lives when suddenly I learned you took up joining the NYPD."

John all but glared at her as he placed his hands on his hips, his shoulders broadening but Gianna didn't bat an eye. Clearing his throat, John finally tore his eyes away from her to look at the other three BYU agents, ignoring their blatant stares and the fact they heard everything they just said. Spencer looked at Gianna, his heart-pinching at the way she was trying to collect herself, her chocolate brown eyes blinking rapidly. 

The NYPD 61st precinct and the BAU members caught each other up on the status of the case, focusing on what was important. But John didn't let his job get in the way of seeking Gianna out and cornering her about her life decisions and how he was all but surprised she wasn't married yet. Gianna tried to brush him off but on day two of working with him and his team, she just couldn't take it anymore. 

Spencer was walking away from the coffee maker when Gianna grabbed his arm, making him spill his drink as she dragged him into a utility closet. He started asking questions but she placed a finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up. 

"I know I have a LOT to explain so ask what you want now before I make you pull the Fiance card."

Spencer couldn't help but smile wide, a soft chuckle escaping. "I was wondering when you wanted me to step in."

Gianna rubbed her eyes. "Thanks for waiting, its just...there is a lot more to him than you think."

Spencer set down his mug on a shelf with what was left of his coffee and took your shoulders, his head moving to look you in the eyes. "I'm here. You are safe. You can tell me."

Gianna looked into his deep eyes and took a shuttering breath, nodding. "He stalked me. for years. And I didn't know it until I started dating him. Until I was engaged to him and stumbled across a big binder filled with things all about me. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I was eighteen and fancied myself in love. But," she shook her head, closing her eyes.

Spencer collected her in his arms, holding her gently as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You tried reporting him didn't you?"

Gianna nodded into his chest. "Heavy emphases on "tried". The officers I went to laughed and said I should be honored to have been so well sought after. It wasn't until the only female officer in the area heard about it did anything happen. But instead of getting fined or whatever they would have done to him back then, he got a slap on the wrist and a dock on his records. That was when I decided to become a cop. Only after I learned he became an officer did I decide to join the BAU."

Spencer nodded, understanding now. The first thing he wanted to do was go out there and punch the guy in the face and have him locked up but he knew that was out of his hands. Well, punching him would still feel good but he didn't want to cause Gianna any more stress. Instead, he took a deep breath and pulled her away from him but only enough to place a soft kiss on her forehead to which she sighed, making him smile on her skin.

"What would you like me to do," Spencer whispered.

"Punch him please," Gianna whispered without missing a beat. 

Spencer grinned. "How many times?"

"Enough to bruise his pretty face."

The two of them laughed, making Gianna feel a bit better. Taking a deep breath she shook her head slightly and swallowed. 

"No, though as much as I would like that, I don't want you to get hurt either." She reached out to take his hands in hers, holding them tightly. She looked up meeting his gaze as a small smirk lifted the corners of her lips. 

"Hotch and JJ are coming to help us interrogate the suspect we have in custody, you think you can make it obvious we are a couple before we leave to go pick them up?"

Spencer bit the inside of his cheek and pretend to think as he nodded slightly. "Yeah, I think I can come up with something."

Gianna grinned and reached up on her tiptoes, her five-three stature making it very adorable when she gave him kisses. She pressed a light kiss to his cheek before reaching for the doorknob but Spencer wasn't satisfied. 

He reached around and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, planting a solid but gentle kiss on her lips, making her eyes go wide but her insides turn to butter. Her toes curled as her hands reached up against his chest and around his neck, his soft hair tickling her fingers. Spencer deepened the kiss, one hand on the small of her back and the other nestled in her hair, eliciting a gentle groan from his fiance. 

The two of them would have continued had air not been needed. Gianna blinked slowly as Spencer pulled away, his warm breath caressing her face as he reached up to stroke her cheek. He leaned his forehead against hers, smiling as he kept his eyes closed. 

"I love you very much, Gianna. Don't ever forget that."

Gianna giggled. "I wasn't planning on that. Especially if we get to do that from time to time."

Spencer placed a soft kiss on her forehead before opening the closet door. "Go get that stalker and let's show him not to mess with my Gianna."

~~~~~

John all but rolled his eyes as he stood outside his precinct building, his eyes burrowing into Gianna's as she glared up at him. He glanced around before he leaned in, speaking harshly.

"You really think dredging up my past to kick me out of my job will give you the satisfaction you seek?"

Gianna raised one shoulder in indifference. "My feelings are secondary to upholding the law. You have a criminal record. Stalkers shouldn't have high position jobs in public safety of all places."

John ran a hand through his hair and let out a low breath. Gianna wasn't sure if his nervousness was because her bluff could actually work if she were to do what she said and file a report to which she had plenty of evidence against, or he was just sick of her fighting back against his onslaught of pestering and harassment. 

He gave her a look out of the corner of his eyes and suddenly Gianna felt eighteen again but not in love, terrified. He always gave her his look when he was about to tell or threaten something. He gave her a similar look before she ran off and found his stash of photos of her. She shivered as he took a step closer. 

"You may have proof but sadly I don't see you with a ring, or have heard any mention of a boyfriend, therefore, you have no one  but me to think of when it comes to feelings of the heart." He sneered, his eyes menacing like he had just won a long fought battle. 

But then it was Gianna's turn to smile, her hand behind her back giving Spener the signal to butt in. 

"Gianna, Honey, did you want me to drive or did you want to?"

Gianna didn't look away from John as she replied, smirking at his face slowly reacting to what was going on. 

"It's alright Babe, I'll go ahead and drive. I think I might swing by a Starbucks to get us some drinks. I hope you don't mind."

John's eyes flickered between Gianna and Spencer behind her at the car. His chest heaved as he tried to suppress his anger that was clearly building up. Gianna smiled, tossed some hair behind her shoulder and lifted her left hand. 

"If you were really a real cop you could tell I have a nice tan line where my engagement ring sits when I'm not on duty. Or when I want my ex to think he ended up ruining my life. But, uh, news flash, I think I ended up better for it," she looked at Spencer and smiled, waving for effect before turning back to John and his glowering gaze that left her nearly laughing, "don't you think?"

With as much sass as she could muster, Gianna flicked her hair and turned, swaying her hips as she walked over to Spencer. It may have been a bit overdramatic, but taking Spencer by his shirt collar and pulling him down to her lips and kissing him soundly felt like the release from a bond she wasn't aware was keeping her locked up in her past. Spencer eagerly reciprocated, smiling into the kiss. 

Flustered and all but giggling, Gianna ignored the calls of the others who were watching and pulled away, rushing to sit behind the wheel, Spencer taking the passenger side. The two of them just sat there staring at where John once stood. After a few seconds, they burst out laughing. Spencer turned to her, taking her hand and placing a kiss on the back. 

"You good to drive?"

Gianna smiled wide as she looked at him, her eyes brimmed with happy, free tears. "Never better." 

"Maybe we should just file that report anyways," Spencer muttered under his breath as Gianna backed out of the precinct.

"I'm sure Penelope would do it as an early wedding present. Easy," Gianna replied, leaning over to kiss Spencer's cheek. "Thanks for indulging me back there."

Spencer smiled as they drove to get Hotch and JJ. "It was my pleasure." 

Sorry, it has taken me so long to upload this. Hopefully, the long chapter will appease you for a wee bit haha. Valentine's day is coming up and the flower shop is only getting crazier. Plus I'm starting my application to Flight Attendant school. I haven't had much time to do much of anything really than sleep and work. So forgive me if February is slow. But I PROMISE to have a sweet Valentine's Day special for you all ;) Tomorrow is my Birthday and I really REALLY want Spencer Reid, clear skin, and money...is that too much to ask?!