Told ya I'll have it right up ;) Uh, just a heads up, this does mention rape but then again, if y'all watch this show, you should be used to that by now <<< a sentence I never thought I'd ever need to say in my life...

You rubbed your eyes and groaned as you turned from your back to your side, tasting the morning in your mouth. Your eyes refused to open and your body ached. Death was a generous description of what you were felling at the moment. But you had an unsub to catch as well as a bunch of friends to convince that you were not wrong to come despite being sick.

After groaning for a solid minute and a half, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, rubbing slobber from your face and pulling hair out of your mouth. You cracked your eyes open, your head nearly splitting in the prosses from the amount of light that was in your room. With groggy vision, you looked at the clock at your bedside table.

11:47 am

You all but fell off the bed, your legs effectively wrapped up in the sheets. However, your pounding head and nauseated stomach made it impossible to get anywhere farther than the bathroom. So when your hotel room door opened and you heard footsteps enter your room, you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the tub, letting the cool porcelain combat your rising temperature. 

"Either slice my throat or let me die in peace," you called out to your intruder, "Though a swift end would be appreciated."

The clinking of glasses and the sound of something being placed on a counter was soon followed by the footsteps entering the bathroom. The smell that complained your visitor instantly made you want to relax and throw up at the same time. Breakfast foods and library books. 

"Actually, slicing the throat isn't the most effective way to kill someone, nor the cleanest," Spencer's voice filled the bathroom, his suppressed laughter with underlying worry bouncing off the acoustic walls. You could feel him kneel down next to you, his warmth making you feel safe. 

"Mmmm," you mumbled as you leaned toward him, keeping your eyes closed as you felt him take you into his arms and lift you up off the bathroom floor. "And how exactly would one effectively kill an unsuspecting sick woman at death's door?"

Spencer helped you wrap your arms around his neck, your head falling against his shoulder. "Despite how movies portray it, holding the head back and exposing the throat actually hides the carotid artery and windpipes behind neck muscles, pinching them slightly as well," Spencer grunted a bit as he hoisted you into his arms, bridal style, carrying you back to your bed as he spoke. "The best way is to sneak up behind them as I could have easily done to you, and use a well-sharpened knife to stab them in the back, thrusting in and up into one of the lungs. As the victim is struggling to breathe, your hand on their nose and mouth not helping them you can either leave them to suffocate in mere moments or you can quickly remove the knife and then slice their throat. But that will still result in a messy blood spray."

You groaned as Spencer gently set you down on your bed, pulling whatever blanket he could find up to cover you. You rubbed your face and shook your head slightly, your other hand pressed against your stomach as if to keep it's nonexistent contents down. You let out a bit of a cough.

"Why did I even ask?" You peeked an eye open and all but glared at him. 

Spencer chuckled as he pulled up a chair next to you, picking up a glass of water and a few pills off the tray you noticed on your "kitchen" table. He handed you the pills and helped you drink as you struggled to keep yourself up. 

"I take it you aren't feeling any better." Spencer placed the cup down, looking at you with worry. 

You closed your eyes and let out a breath as you relaxed into your bed. "I should have just stayed home," your voice was quiet and a bit horse. 

Spencer reached forward and felt your forehead, his skin cool and his touch welcoming. He stroked hair from your face and let his hand fall to your shoulder. 

"We wouldn't have noticed those restraining marks on their arms. We all assumed they went with him willingly."

You "hmmm" and nodded your head tiredly. "I bet Hotchner isn't so happy I slept through the meeting."

"Not necessarily. Though I did see Emily and JJ celebrating amongst themselves as Rossi and Morgan forked over some money."

You sat up at that, ignoring your headache with a wince. "How much?"

Spencer shrugged, his hand raking through his long hair then scratching at his growing beard, not really hiding the knowing smile you could see reaching his eyes. You groaned and leaned your head back agaisnt the backboard, closing your eyes again.

"I'm going to kill them. But I'm also going to get swamped with so much paperwork. I am useless just sitting here."

"Not necessarily," Spencer answered, his chair creaking as he moved. 

With your eyes closed you couldn't see Spencer smiling, but for some reason, you sure could feel it. You peeked an eye open and saw him biting back a smile as he reached for something in his satchel that was sitting on the ground next to him. 

"It was actually Hotch's idea to have me bring over the file and have you take a look at what we were able to gather together. Garcia found more on the women and with your help in finding the restraint residue, we were able to complie a better profile."

You sat up a bit more and took the file and looked through it. Spencer stayed quiet as he let you read, the information making sense as you went along. You weren't sure how long you were reading and cross-checking and asking Spencer follow up questions before you were finally seeing things fall into place.

That feeling you got before, about how all of this didn't feel right, suddenly made sense. You shivered. 

Spencer got up and grabbed a second blanket shaking it out for you. "Did you find something?"

You gazed at nothing as you nodded. "I'm surprised you haven't found this out before me, given how much information you have here in such a short amount of time," you didn't think your voice would come out so small, but you couldn't help it. 

Spencer walked up to you, his brows raised, his arms paused holding the blanket in front of him. "No need to keep me waiting. What did you find?"

You looked up at him, your eyes blinking as your headache returned. "The unsub is a woman."

Spencer shook his head. "Impossible. They all exhibit signs of being raped and beaten up by someone with a male build, to put it bluntly. We have body fluid samples and everything."

You shook your head, raising a shoulder in a half shrug. "I didn't say the unsub's partner wasn't male, because I'm quite sure he is. But the one leading everything is a female."

Spencer shook his head. "I don't fully see how."

You rolled your eyes and looked at him with skepticism. "Do you really think for the only way those women can exhibit those signs is for a man to be present? Women can be just as sadistic and mentally screwy too."

Spencer opened his mouth to answer but you stopped him, opening one of the files and pointing to a question mark in JJ's handwriting next to a picture of a cigarette butt on the ground. 

"This is how I know. She smokes. If he smoked the woman would wreak of it. However, nicotine was found only around their mouths, not anywhere else. She liked to spectate and intervene only slightly. But she was in control of everything else that happened. Including killing them." You tapped your lips. "By kissing them with some sort of poison. That's how they ingested it. When she was done with them, she kissed them and sent them rolling off in a body bag. Well, in this case, a dumpster."

Spencer gazed down at the file and his eyes widened. Next thing you knew he draped the second blanket around your shaking body, your fever finally broken. He looked at you and smiled.

"I, for one, am glad you came along." Then he leaned forward and placed a hurried kiss on your forehead before taking out his phone. "I will be right back, I just need to call them and tell them what you told me."

You waved him off, leaning back again, tugging the blanket closer around you. "Go for it. I'm not going anywhere." You smiled weakly as you watched him leave your room, loving how determined he looked. 

But you could feel your energy fade. You struggled to keep your eyes open as you gathered the files and placed them on the floor next to you. Carefully, you pulled the blankets around you, only coughing a little bit this time, and tried to get comfortable. You told yourself you would just rest for a bit before Spencer came back, eager to know what the other's thought of your deductions, if not only to see Spencer again and see how proud of you he was in his gaze.

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Spencer hung up with Morgan, his chest filled with awe and pride. You did so much more than he thought you would do. The group already knew that they were right the first time with there being two unsubs. But they weren't sure who was the male and who was the female. You hit it right on the nail, and then some. You explained the cigarette and backed it up with a blatantly obvious clue that Spencer felt slightly stupid for not catching, as well as explained the women's death. 

And all while fighting a terrible cold. Will you ever cease to amaze him?

Spencer slowly opened your door with a duplicate key he got from the front desk, saying he demagnetized his, and stepped into the room. He looked over at you and sighed,  your sleeping form looking so peaceful and free of the pain of illness that he'd seen you fight for the past two and a half days. He didn't tell you that you had slept a whole day and that it was, in fact, the third day on the case. That's why there was so much information. 

Spencer picked up the files, snagged a grape from your brunch tray, noticing a piece of toast missing, and walked over to the other side of your bed. He reached over to tug a part of the blanket over your shoulder when his move meant woke you. 

"Sorry," he whispered as he tucked you in more, "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm glad you were able to eat something"

You nodded, your eyes opening slightly. Spencer smiled and got up to go but was stopped by a gentle hand on his. He looked back to see you a bit more awake. He turned back to you, leaning on the bed with his elbows. 

"Yes?" He asked quietly.

You moved the blanket from around your mouth and spoke softly. "What did they think? Will they get them?"

Spencer nodded, his half smile returning. "You did an amazing job. They will be able to get the warrants they need to search and hopefully catch the unsubs. They know where to look now thanks to you."

You closed your eyes and nodded weakly. "Good."

Spencer moved his hand so he was holding yours, your touch cold. "Do you need anything?" 

You didn't open your eyes as you answered softly. "I'm cold."

Without a moment's hesitation, Spencer kicked off his shoes and gently slid into bed next to you, careful to mind you. He kept his hand around yours, placing it between you as he laid next to you, facing you as you continued to rest. It didn't take long for you to gravitate toward him, resting your head on his chest right under his chin. Spencer took that as an invitation to wrap both arms around you and hold you to him, feeling your cold body shake from its sudden drop in temperature, your skin slightly damp. 

"I am so proud of you, (Y/n)," Spencer whispered into your hair, "You did an amazing job. I am really glad you are so persistent."

You smiled into his chest as he gave you another kiss on the head, sending you into one of the best night's sleep you have had in a long long time. 

Ayyyy! There you have it! I have a few more requests to get done then I am thinking of doing a few ideas I have had for a while. Thank you so much for sticking by me and being so amazingly patient! I have the best readers EVER! 

Oh hey! If you are interested in vampires and werewolves my dearest friend and old roommate has finally decided to bless Wattpad with her stories! She is a FANTASTIC writer and is an amazingly bad influence on me. I love her to bits. Check her out! MasterandCommander