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just look at him, my perfect husband.
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 - 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌. When they finally parted ways, there was no awkwardness between them; there was an entirely different feeling in the room where they were alone, and Cassie soon joined to ensure that everything was fine. They have been there for a long time. She remembered that it was easier to disengage from reality when she stopped listening to Danielle's voice. Danielle was a Rosecliff psychologist.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I never got around to thanking you," Elle's words flew out of her mouth as Spencer only smiled faintly. She had already thanked him passionately. Cassie yanked them away, certain that something forbidden was going on between them, something more than a professional patient-nurse connection.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Chad wants to see you Elle, do not worry, I will be by your side just in a second," Cassie said to her brunette friend, taking advantage of a split second to hug her from behind and provide her encouragement. Elle watched as Cassie returned Spencer to his room, knowing he was safe. Because of him, she was safe.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Rosecliff's corridors were deserted, every step reverberating across the space until she arrived at the area where the staff' offices were. Chad was at the end of the hall, close to a giant glass window with stained glass pieces in the shape of abstract art. Elle was aware that her mind was focusing on minor details in order to avoid thinking about bigger issues. For example, what will happen if she initiates contact with the manager?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She banged a few times on the door and then heard a single "come in" the following second. She stuck her head inside his office, squeezing the doorknob, which made a dreadful sound. "Elle, come in, do not worry," he said calmly, knowing she felt concerned and could easily panic and have a nervous breakdown.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Chad did not suspect any increased intimacy between her and Spencer after the conversation went better than intended. He was startled to learn that Elliot was such a man, but he was also appalled by everything he discovered. However, therapy with their psychologist was required of all three of them.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Elle," a woman's voice eventually pulled her back to this moment - her first therapy appointment with a second-floor coworker. Danielle Evans was an exceptional psychologist who, despite her young age, had received numerous honors and doctorates, which she proudly exhibited about the office. Her office was more than just a white box with two chairs and a table; it was a private space where each patient could feel at ease. A quiet and intimate cafe with comfortable couches, a bookshelf, and potted plants. The walls were beige, which contrasted with the hospital surroundings.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You were discussing Elliot's behavior when you abruptly wandered off. Do you want to take a break from talking?" Danielle inquired as she held the recorder in her hands, unsure if she should stop recording or not.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ If Elle replies with yes, Danielle will assume she is not prepared for the next talk and will put her off for the following several appointments. So Elle did the trick: she consented to talk and did not hold back when it came to saying what she needed to say. She said everything, beginning with the first time Elliot began to abruptly modify his conduct. How he was normal for a few months before his conduct deteriorated again.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "How come Spencer felt the need to defend you? Guards were also there", the new question made Elle even more apprehensive. She was not expecting this and has no idea what to say.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I am not sure, I think he saw the bruises on the wrists and that is when it all started. When we took all the patients to the cafeteria, I went back there and the guards followed me - then Elliot slapped me for no reason; I wanted to separate them since I saw how they mangled one other!" she began to say panickedly as she relived that moment - everything but the slap.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "So Spencer knew Elliot was harassing you?" Danielle lifted an eyebrow in perplexity.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "No! He noticed the bruises and joined the two dots; he is a former profiler in the behavioral analysis unit and is experienced with circumstances like these," Elle adds. Danielle spent an hour and a half there purposefully getting everything wrong to see if Elle would change her narrative when she addressed the issue. Elle was prepared for these things; she even demonstrated it to Spencer on a scrap of paper.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Danielle's work partnership evolved into a friendship after therapy finished. "I am sorry for interrogating you so much - Spencer will not say anything, and none of our conversations have been beneficial. He is always quiet, and there is no progress," she revealed to her about the problem. Elle stares at her, perplexed, because she was persuaded that there was some progress here, which is why Spencer approached her in the first place.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "One day, in his spare time, I secretly observed him talking to you while you were playing cards. He even appeared to be in a pleasant mood, displaying typical emotions...", Danielle opted not to finish her thinking.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "We talked about the cards, he knows a lot of interesting information," Elle admits before gathering her belongings and rising from the comfy recliner. She then welcomes her before exiting the hospital through the white door.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle avoided communicating with Spencer for three days. Because they are afraid that someone is monitoring them and that any comment addressed at him would be misconstrued. She stepped away from him because she did not want to jeopardize their alibi, Elliot's fake slap. She spent her free hours cleaning John's room; it was not much work, but she tried to do twice as much for herself so she would not have to go to the relax room and be forced to interact with him. They were separated by a wall, and she could walk into his room whenever she wanted - she could not help but do so.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer, on the other hand, refused to speak with Danielle. He sat for an hour and a half reading books about the human brain as she attempted, but failed, to hear his side of the tale. Spencer was cunning enough not to tell her anything. He would merely keep repeating the lines from the inquiry, giving her optimism that she will learn something. His thoughts were elsewhere - he was thinking about Elle. He could not take his mind off her, her proximity, her lips... Almost every aspect of his mind was taken over by thoughts of her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Why did you lie about what happened?" he said quietly as they returned from the restroom.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Because I believe you are not the monster who murdered those people, and I do not want them to put you in the other wing, with the problematic ones," she replied without hesitation.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer could cry at this point since he had been waiting for someone to say those words for so long. To have faith in him. To have faith in his story. Even his former colleagues could not say it out loud since it would create a conflict of interest between the Bau team and the state.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You know Spencer, I am going to do everything I can to get you out of here. It is the least I can do after today," she said as they stood in front of his bedroom door. He walked inside to see what she was waiting for and why she had not shut the door. She murmured good night with a warm grin.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"You know this is not going anywhere?" Danielle interrupted him as she thought of his last encounter with Elle. He was composed as he stared at the woman across from him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I am glad you understand, but my hour and a half is up," he said, looking at the clock above her head. In annoyance, Danielle moved from her seat and summoned a security guard.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "One day you will have to speak," she says as he approaches towards the door and waits for someone to say he can step out into the hall.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer spent the majority of his time isolated in his room, generally with one book that he would analyze multiple times at a time - until it was time to move on to the next one. It drove him insane because he was used to reading numerous volumes in one day and being equally interested in every literature that existed - but such choices were severely limited here. He ran into her as one of the guards took him back to his room. Elle rushed out of the late John's room, practically horrified by the letter - John had written it to his children and had inadvertently referred to her as his god-forsaken grandchild.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Their gazes connected, and it made an impression on him, as much as on her, though it took her a little longer to recognize it. Everything transpired in a matter of seconds; she became disoriented in the corridor while he returned to his four walls. Calling a psych institution his own sounded absurd; he knew he did not belong among these people, yet his mental health was - almost - completely normal.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle went out into the yard, hoping to locate her friend Cassie, but instead ran into Mike, with whom she had not spoken since the night she nearly booted him out of her room. She felt his gaze on her and regretted ever going out with him. She stared at her right hand's watch, dinner seemed so far away when she was as hungry as a wolf.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ At the last minute, the brunette changed her mind and hurried downstairs to the utility room to collect a spare uniform, a new white bed sheet and pillow case, and a cloth laundry basket. Tomorrow is laundry day, and she needs to get everything ready in time so that no one goes without clean clothes - even though her job was merely to pick up the laundry and bed linen, as well as check to see if anyone had anything unlawful in their room.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Much to her astonishment, she knocked on Spencer's door and carefully opened it. Spencer sat on the bed with a book in his lap, almost magically lost in his own universe with the botany book. He immediately shifted his attention to her, which was far more exciting at the time.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Tomorrow is laundry day, I came a little earlier to get your bedclothes and uniform, but it is important to get it done," she said hesitantly, not knowing why she had a lump in her throat. Spencer gets out of bed, leaving the book on the nightstand fully unopened.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Of course," he responds. Elle begins to remove the sheets from the bed, but Spencer quickly stops her as she begins to put new ones on. "I can keep it up," she says, looking at him puzzled.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Use those minutes to talk to me... you are avoiding me," he says, almost desperate.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Trust me, I am not doing it because I want to, even if he is not there - all his friends are," she says. When Elle mentions Elliot, Spencer feels a surge of rage.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I am here too, there is nothing to worry about," he told her keeping their distance quite close. They simply could not stay as far apart as they could, but they also did not want to. Something drew them together, as if they had swallowed a powerful magnet.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I miss playing cards with you" Spencer confessed. Elle could not stop laughing. "I miss you too," she says quietly before laying a kiss on his cheek. She then hands him a clean uniform and instructs him to change. "I am not looking," she said, putting her hands over her eyes to show him she was not looking. Spencer chuckled but decided to play her game, leaving his dirty suit on the floor and standing in front of her in only his boxers.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Still not watching?" He inquired. She just pretends she is not looking while peering through her fingers. She noticed a really gorgeous man in front of him with highlighted muscles but nothing overdone like those men who suffer for a flawless figure. Elle reminded herself not to look below his waist, so she focused on his hair which was a messy after removing his white t-shirt.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She did not last long. "Shame on you, Miss Van Doren," he said while he put on more layers of clothing. Elle took her hands away from her eyes when she noticed he was wearing both slacks and a t-shirt.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I was not looking at you, do not flatter yourself," she says, and he acts irritated. Elle used this as a provocation, knowing that the average time for making and checking the bed was only 5 minutes, and she did not have much time.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She knelt to pick up his soiled uniform from the floor, providing Spencer with yet another amazing image. This time was different since it was just for him. He regarded that view with admiration, but on the inside, he was only a horny adolescent.