Charlotte's POV

"You are thee Derek Morgan? Wow Spence talks about you all the time," I basically squealed.

Spencer had told me a little about his team but mainly about Derek, he was clearly his best friend other than me of course.

"Who is this? Where is Reid?" he growled.

"Sorry. I'm Charlotte, Spence's friend. He's currently in shower, honestly I have never smelt anything so bad, when he gets out I am going to make him eat even if it kills me," I explained, "oh do you know Penelope Garcia?"

"Oh. I didn't know he had any friends that weren't in the BAU. Yeah I know her, how do you know her?"

"She was the one that contacted me to come and help Spencer. Could you tell her I got to America okay and that Spence is fine, well as fine as you can expect of him? I was supposed to phone her but I kind of sold my phone for a taxi ride meaning I don't have her number," I stated.

"Sure. Are you certain he is okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. He is obviously grieving but at least I'm getting him to shower and eat, he didn't seem to have done either in a while. I'll do my best to get him out of his flat soon, but he needs time. He needs help from people that care, but he doesn't want to let them in to help him. Luckily for him I don't take no for an answer," I sighed.

"He is stubborn. Why hasn't he ever mentioned you?" Derek questioned.

"I don't know."

"Are you staying to keep an eye on him?" he asked.

"Yeah. I didn't have time to book a hotel, I left in a bit of a rush. I forgot to change out of my pyjamas before getting my flight let alone figuring out where I was going to stay. He really doesn't want my help, but he needs it, he needs to let someone in. Whether that is me, you or one of his other friends he needs to realise that people care about him and want to make sure he is okay," I sighed, "he's not going to be better for a long time, that pain will always be there but he'll start to slowly get his life back. Oh I realised I was really rude. You phoned, was there anything specific you wanted to ask Spence?"

"You seem like a good friend to him. I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned you. Yeah, we need help on a case, and I think he might know how to help. If he's feeling up to it can you get him to phone me or anyone else from our team?"

"Of course. I'm sorry he hasn't answer you or anyone else. The hallway outside of his house is filled with care packages and fruit baskets. It's nice to know so many people care, although it'd be nicer if he looked at them, or got them in luckily by the looks of it there aren't many thieves around here. Believe me if this was London, they would have been long gone, even in a secure building like this."

He laughed softly.

"I need to go. Just tell Reid we all miss him and that we are all thinking about him," he stated.

"Okie dokie, remember to tell Penelope that I'm at Spence's please."

"Okay."

We said our goodbyes. Spencer was still in the shower, so I made my way to the kitchen and began to prepare him something to eat seen as I was almost certain he hadn't eaten anything substantial for a while. Whilst it cooked I went and dragged all of the baskets into his living room.

Soon enough Spencer came back to the living room still in his pyjamas.

"Feeling better?" I smiled.

"A bit," he shrugged sitting down.

"I'm cooking dinner. Also Derek phoned. They are all worried about you. He also wanted you help on a case, but if you aren't up to it he said its okay," I smiled encouragingly.

"I'll phone him back."

I shook my head with a sigh.

"If you want I can drive you down to the BAU tomorrow morning. You'll be more help if you can see everything they have worked on. If you don't want to that's okay, we can just stay here and you can make me watch Doctor Who," I chuckled.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. You are my best friend. I'd happily drive you somewhere, even if I may crash the car seen as I have never driven on the right hand side. And I would watch my least favourite TV show with you because I know you love it," I smiled.

He nodded, "okay, we'll go the BAU tomorrow, but when I want to come home, we come home."

"Of course. But you're going to have to convince your superior to let me in, I'm not leaving you."

"Well Hotch should let you stay there. You are a high up agent of MI5," he stated.

I had lied to Spencer over the years. He thought I was an MI5 agent, and I had a friend cover my arse and make an online life that made it seem as if I was working there. I wasn't. I was a secret agent for a small organisation in London, just what I did was hardly what you'd say was legal.

My job was well paid and I was good at it. If anyone wanted information I was the one to get it, and if anyone knew too much information and needed to be terminated I was the one to do it. Murder and stealing was hardly what I wanted to do, but I was good at it. I had a chance to fight crime in a large organisation, but I didn't want my name to force me into a job.

I guess I would say that I am an assassin. I was too intelligent to do much else, but it was a lot easier to outsmart the people I was sent to kill, and it was a piece of cake to get into buildings to steal stuff. Also I was raised by my Grandmother who taught me how to fight, she taught me how to use a gun before I even reached school age, so from the earliest age I was being prepared for a life like this.

"I will be of a great assistance to your team even if they don't want me there. Profiling in England is different to America, we learn different things, and if you've ever got on a tube in London you'll realise how hostile a place it is, it is a great place to practice profiling," I shrugged.

He smiled weakly. I sat down next to him wrapping my arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"See I can make you smile. What'd you do without me?" I laughed.

"Lie in a pit of despair?" he frowned.

"That is probably likely," I smiled softly, "Let me finish up cooking and then we can have dinner. I'm sorry if it isn't great you don't have that much food in your cupboards."