IT'S BEEN A WEEK SINCE my graduation, and I haven't done much wise in that time. I contacted Louis to inform him that I had graduated and to inquire about how he and my brother were doing.

I've been feeling a little lonely lately, and for no apparent reason, I've been feeling more emotional. Since confessing my not-so-nice past to Spencer, I've had more freedom to feel and express my emotions. Speaking of him, he was on the field; unfortunately, there are still a large number of psychopaths and potential serial killers on America's streets, so he couldn't always be at home.

Many months had passed between the time we met and now, almost seven, but I didn't know the exact number because he was in charge of accuracy. He made it a point to spend almost every free day with me, even if it was only for half an hour, which proved how much he cared.

I frequently left him messages, and instead of talking to myself, I sent him my current thoughts. They were not serious, ugly, or disturbing things; they were just simple thoughts that ran through my mind. Because he couldn't get his brain to shut off, he enjoyed listening to my carefree thinking.

Louis and I agreed to meet in a cafe fifteen minutes from the barracks today, Thursday. When he had to visit the Quantico barracks, he was given the honor of greeting all the future recruits. I was expecting him even though he was right on time, because I hadn't seen him in a long time.

I hadn't seen a single familiar face in almost a year, and now I finally see him, the man who raised me. I think I'm going to cry.

"Wow, look at those highlighted ends," he said as he drew me into his embrace; I recall him always having his own kind of hug that was good for ten of them.

"I'm so glad to see you," I say warmly before we part ways. This is a very emotional time for both of us. Louis was never offended or angry because I simply fled; he was always on my side, even if he did it in secret. I wouldn't have made it through the first three months in Macon without him.

"Same to you, my darling, tell me some news, you haven't contacted me in a long time," I was overcome with guilt, because there was no reason why I had never really contacted him for a year.

"I studied, finished the academy, and now I carry a diploma. Who would have guessed that I would complete everything ahead of schedule?", I made fun of myself because I had been slacking a lot this semester.

Louis began talking about Liam, how he doesn't want to study and acts rebelliously for his age. The third child is always the focus. For thirty seconds, I feel the phone in my pocket vibrate several times. It's a request.

I look around and smile as I see who it is. He finally got his moment. When I press the green receiver, I finally hear the voice of a handsome man standing next to the phone.

"Your thought of painting your apartment dark green makes me miss my apatment because that's my style," oh god, he's really in character.

"Hello, Spence. I apologize for interrupting you, but I needed to hear your voice because I can't talk for long right now." As I wait for him to respond, I notice him smiling.

"The case has reached a conclusion, and we are awaiting the outcome. We were able to provide a profile of the perpetrator, and I am hoping to return home soon. How are you doing? Are you preoccupied?" Louis looks around with interest.

"I'm very emotional right now, I'm having coffee with Louis, I haven't seen him in a long time, you know...", his brilliant voice cut me off.

"Are you sure you're not pregnan-?" I ask again, this time with a ridiculous theory. "I have to go, I love you handsome" I say, hanging up the phone as soon as possible.

"You haven't mentioned him yet, but it's a boy. Do you believe he won't meet my expectations? ", he joked, despite the fact that we all know how serious his standards are. Although I believe Spencer would pass them with good marks.

I notice myself blushing and uncomfortably laughing at his joke until he notices. "Please tell me who it is."

"Spencer Reid, this is bizarre... I met him in the library, and he assisted me with my criminology exam; he's a very intelligent man" ,The man emphasizes the importance of preparing for what I will say next.

"The coincidence is great, the world is small, he was my psychology professor, but he is not 50 years old as you imagine him now," I defend myself in light of his current expression.

"He's 37," Louis mumbled, this is extremely embarrassing.

"Is everything okay with a man eleven years older? If not, may I take some contacts and..."

"He is an FBI agent, an honest man who works with his team to bring justice to the people. Certainly, I was the first to fall in love" , Finally, his face relaxed; clearly, things are much easier for him now.

"If you're going to work there, do you know what the rules are for couples working together?" he switches into a professional persona, I like how he plans everything ahead of time.

"It doesn't have to be necessary; we met before work; after all, if we can be professional at the academy, we can be professional on the field," my opinion has a good reason to be correct. We are not the first or last to go through something similar.

"Surely you don't need to discuss these topics any longer; let's move on to something lighter. I'm hoping to meet him soon "I take a sip of coffee and nod. I require sugar. A whole lot of sugar. Spencer remained in everything. I miss him so much right now.

After two hours of good conversation, it was time to say goodbye, but this time with a promise to keep in touch at least once a month. We parted ways, with me heading for the building. I smelled the donuts on the way to the apartment and couldn't stop myself from buying the entire box.

Spencer has been sending me messages, and this was the fifth with similar content. Damn it Spencer, he kept texting his last asked question, along with some reasons why he had such doubts in the first place.

Just looking at the two donuts I had left made me think about all of our companionship and whether it could have led to this. Donuts disgusted me just thinking about them, which is why I consumed them.

That can't be right. Not right now; I want to feel the adrenaline rush of my job before becoming a mother. I can't deal with this right now; I'll wait until he gets home.

***

He texted me on Sunday morning that they had arrived. I'm going to see him soon. I got through the weekend without him, but my mind was filled with all kinds of worries. Everything will be fine once he arrives at my apartment; I can't wait to see him.

My car broke down, and Derek is going to drop me off at your building; I owe them drinks because they handled my part of the paperwork so I could see you. - Spencer

What a bummer; I'm sorry he'll be without a car for a while, especially since he needs it all the time for his job. I texted him, saying, I can't wait for you to come.

All that remained was for him to knock on the door, which he did very soon, Derek is also a crazy driver. I had to rush to the door and unlock it after three knocks. A man stood in front of me, holding a briefcase in one hand and his news in the other.

"Oh Ally, how nice to see you," he said with a slight smile that grew into a big smile. "I missed you, my love," I say as I take his hand in mine and lead him into my apartment. The wait will be worthwhile.

He placed his belongings on the armchair in the living room before slowly approaching me; he appears tired and sad; the case was quite shocking. When I see him like that, I always feel guilty because I know he blames himself for some things, and there is no reason for him to be guilty.

He wrapped his arms around me while lowering his head into my neck in search of the most comfortable place to rest. I hugged him back, caressing his head and reveling in each new sensation.

"I missed you a lot, it's getting harder for me to go to the field when I know I'm leaving you here alone," he says, and I feel guilty as well as sad because this kind of job will never give us complete peace.  We'll always be condemned to comings and goings, I suppose, because that's how a hero's life works.

We spent the entire afternoon in bed together, watching old movies and enjoying each other's company. A sense of calm went over me, as if a part of me was always with him on the field; I was never completely at ease when he wasn't there.

"I have to go to my apartment to get some clean clothes; I'll be back in two hours," he yawned and sighed as he got out of bed. He gathers his belongings and carries them behind him before proceeding to the third floor hallway.

I used that time to take a bath and spend at least an hour by myself because, as much as I enjoy his company, I also need to take care of myself. I would drink two or three glasses of white wine while relaxing in a bubble bath. Because I was afraid to taste alcohol at the time, my subconscious prevented me from doing so. Of course, it's due to Spencer's crazy theory about only one thing causing my emotional rollercoaster - I'm still not completely convinced if he was completely right.

Despite the fact that I had added lavender and sea salt to the bath in order to completely relax, I did not feel relaxed; rather, I had a strange feeling in my stomach. Something bad is brewing, and I'm not even aware of it until the tornado arrives. I tried to get out of the tub as rapidly as possible to check on Spencer; presumably he called me while I was taking a bath and I couldn't hear him.

I misplaced my phone somewhere; it was most likely left in the bed under the covers; I couldn't find it, but I ended up needing to see something.

Spencer's messages ranged from the best to the worst.

I accidentally caught a taxi and will be on my way to you shortly.

Do you want something special? Something you want, or else

And the last one, which appeared several times as a warning sign in case of danger:

Call BAU

I was terrified and petrified. I only knew I was obliged to reach bau as soon as possible, so I grabbed my clothes and ran out of my apartment, leaving everything on. Spencer is in jeopardy. Oh my God, I'm having panic attacks and I don't know what to do.

I was standing in front of a building I had only heard about up until this point. I'm hoping there's someone in there because it's Sunday and there has to be. I took a step towards the massive door that served as the building's main entrance. The map showed a diagram of which floor was which; Spencer's place of work was on the sixth floor, and the elevator was full. I jumped all the stairs I could find in order to get to the sixth floor as soon as possible. I wasn't looking where I was going; I was just trying not to trip and slow myself down as I approached the bau section.

"Miss, can you tell me who you are and how you got in here?" One of the workers passed me.

"I need someone from the bau team immediately, it's urgent,", i said shakily as he looks at me puzzled. He did, however, show me which corridor leads to their computer technician.

Penelope Garcia's voice said, "Holly shit, you're Spencer's Ally, what are you doing there?" She's here, thank God. That's a huge relief.

"I suspect... I think Spencer is in danger."