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Once again another day of work had arrived. Maeve, in a better mood than the day before, attributes the good mood to the fact that she was able to wake up even earlier, allowing herself to read Spencer's book, even though she spent an hour sitting on Spencer's lap, he read as much as his concentration went. Allowed, he woke up an hour later to find the girl sitting on the edge of the counter reading with a cup of coffee by her side.

They reintegrate like the others, it is Hotch who notices that the girl was out of her daily work when he sees her typing on the computer as he passed by.

— Hunter? —Maeve looks up at the man.— What are you doing?

— Mhm. — She looks back at the computer.—I'm...going through some files. I help García.

— Why are you doing that?

The girl shrugged before answering.

— I'm from logistics after all, right?

Hotch doesn't dispute knowing that the girl's clinical knowledge is a quicker debugging of unsubs if required.

— Are you sure? —She nods.

Among her files on the screen, Hotchner can see how the not-so-old case in which he was in New York with the girl appears. He pats the girl on the back before leaving for his office. Half an hour later the team receives a new case being informed by JJ.

—Won't you come, Hunter? — Morgan stops when he doesn't see her enter the room.

Maeve swivels her chair around to look at her friend and flash him a sly smile.

— Not today. Maybe next time.

Morgan looks at her doubtfully but shakes her head and then walks into the room. It is Gideon who asks where the girl is. Spencer doesn't have an answer for it as he expected to see her there too, he was just as confused.

The team leaves after Morgan explains Maeve's absence, except for Hotch who was waiting to speak with the agent. He knew the team might be fine without he presence this time.

His plans take a backseat when he is informed of an unexpected visitor. The man enters his office and finds a woman sitting on the sofa.

—Agent Hotchner. — The black-haired woman stands up and offers her hand.— Emily Prentiss.

Prentiss who has requested a transfer to Quantico, waiting to join the team, having to go through the supervision of Aaron Hotchner and his cold face first.

— García. — Maeve makes a call from her desk to the woman's office. She can hear a bag of food behind the line.

— Hi, sweet lollipop

Maeve laughs at the name.

— It's not Morgan speaking.

— Oh I know that. — She laughs too. — What do you need, honey?

The brunette goes down with the mouse button looking for the information.

— There is a case to which I do not have access.

— Tell me the name.

—Tobias Hankel. — The computer blonde remembers that name very well. The mere mention of it made her swallow dry.— The file is encrypted, it won't let me read it.

Hotch's door is thrown open when Garcia sends the girl on her own to ask for access to said information.

—Hey Hotch- oh. —Her gaze locks on Emily. — Sorry, I didn't know there was anyone else here.

Aaron covers his face in slight embarrassment at the interruption, Maeve just smiles ruefully, Under other circumstances they'd be fighting like cats and dogs, but they've managed to get over the differences at times like these.

— Agent Prentiss, This is our Agent-Analytical Technician-Dr Hunter. — This wasn't even a real title, despite Maeve possessing all those adjectives, it was just Hotch's attempt to impress Prentiss with his team.

— Woah. — Maeve herself said, surprised.— Am I all that? Not even Reid has that many titles. — She lets out a small mocking laugh and walks over to the woman to shake her hand. — Just Agent Hunter.

Emily just lets out a little giggle next to her.

— What do you need, Hunter?

Maeve puts the sheet she printed for Aaron on her desk and it must be signed by him. It was a confidentiality agreement, in a certain way, Maeve was new to many things, so sometimes the information was limited for security reasons, not because they distrusted the girl, but because it was a protocol that she had to comply with.

— Request information on resolved cases?

— I can't access them if they involve any BAU agent

Aaron saw no problem and the girl was already an official part of the team, so he made the form that would later be processed so that Maeve's card would have access.

— For which case you need it?

—Tobías Hankel .

Hotch's signature stops at the mention of the name and clears his throat.

— Prentiss. — Aaron shook his hand.— We'll see you next week.

The woman welcomes the opportunity, Maeve waves her hand and Emily does the same and walks away.

— Sit down. — Hotch points out the place where Prentiss was previously and she obeys.

— I said something wrong?

— Maeve. — Hotch rarely called her by her name. —There's something I've wanted to talk to you about since we got to New York.— The girl frowns in confusion.—It's about Robbie.

— Okay?

Just because Aaron was direct with things doesn't mean he's as insensitive as most would come to think.

— I know you've been looking into the case we couldn't close. — It wasn't a secret but Maeve didn't want them to find out.— I also know what happened with the DEA.

She looks away pretending not to know what he was talking about, not wanting to remember.

— Maeve. —The man keeps talking. — You won't say anything?

It takes her a couple of minutes to respond, she grimaces and looks back at her boss.

— I was a drug addict, okay? — She blurts out with a hard face.

— No, you weren't.  —Maeve raises her eyebrows to see how he denies her. —I was going to talk to you about this latter, but since you brought it up." — Hotch rummages through his papers, pulling out the drug tests from back then, also reading the police file aloud to Maeve.— A young part-Asian girl, about nineteen years old, answers to the name of Maeve Hunter. There are no relatives or close friends of the girl. After searching the Fischner residence where Rowlan fischner. — Coming to light the boy's real name.— He dispatched drugs accompanied by the teenager. Rowlan claims, not knowing what happened in his own house. Maeve Hunter claims to be responsible.

Memories come to Maeve. They discovered that Robbie sold drugs, Maeve didn't judge him for that, the boy was going through a loss without mentioning that he had no money, As Maeve sees it: They were both lucky to meet each other.

Maeve was the shoulder Robbie didn't know he needed and Robbie was the roof Maeve needed on rainy days.

While it's known that only seven percent of dealers don't use drugs Robbie wasn't that percentage, it was hard to just stay away when you literally had it on the table.

An anonymous call was what caused a DEA swat unit to be at the house. Maeve had called 911 when she'd seen the boy overdosing, it wasn't the first time she'd witnessed that, but this time it had been different from her, somehow preventing her from helping.

She had to call 911, ask for help for her boyfriend's health at the time, explain the situation if she really wanted to help. Maeve lied to say that drugs were their business, Robbie was listed as post-loss drug use, Maeve did community service for several months, after which she promised not to meet Robbie again, both agreed. It wasn't long before Maeve really came clean and it wasn't her fault, though only she and Robbie knew that.

An exception from Hotch now.

Maeve blinks a few times to keep away the tears that are threatening to spill. Hotch was carrying this information for long weeks. No one on the team knew it except Morgan and Garcia, who insisted on looking beyond what the boy said.

Aaron was empathic, even if he couldn't show it, and seeing Maeve struggling not to cry made his  heart clench.

— Can you finish signing my application please?—  She whispers in a small voice.

— Maeve. He abused your trust. —The girl shakes her head. — You were nineteen and he was twenty-two. It's obvious who was playing with whose mind.

That wasn't an option for Maeve, It's not how things happened, It's not the memory she has. They took care of each other.

— I didn't want to do this to you. — Maeve whispered through tears.

— I'm fine Princess. — Robbie responds with a smile from the hospital bed looking at Maeve and squeezing her hand.

Hotch, seeing how she was not willing to continue the conversation, signs her sheet making her stand up and leave after obtaining it.

Around 6:00 pm most of them were ready to go. Hotch approaches the girl offering to take her to her apartment, but this to avoid it says that she will go to wait for Spencer to return in the aforementioned apartment.

Maeve uses the key that Spencer had given her when she was living with him to stop her from going in and out of the window. She is supposed to return it but always forgets to.

The weather in Quantico in recent months has been partly cloudy and with sudden rains that came and stopped without warning, so Maeve's hair was found somewhat wet and damp when she entered the room, she took off her boots so as not to dirty the floor from Spencer, knowing that this might upset him.

The girl dragged the shoes to a corner next to Spencer's coats and scarves. She opened her backpack, carrying her work from today. She's been trying to figure out a way to be able to solve her first case, not feel like a nuisance.

Twenty minutes after the apartment door opens, finding the lights on was a surprise to the boy but as soon as he saw Maeve on the floor asleep on several sheets of paper in the middle of the room it explained everything. He was confused because he didn't know why the girl was there, there were many questions that went through his mind.

Spencer squats down, examining the body, touching her shoulder gently, waiting for her to react somehow. But the girl wasn't always a light sleeper.

— Maeve. — The boy whispers close to her ear, touching her shoulder again.— Hunter. — he shook her shoulder one last time. She seemed to be breathing so she was just sleeping and she was fine, no reason to worry, but he longed to talk to her, he's been missing her all day.

The loose sheets next to her backpack, made Spencer think that she came looking for a quiet place to work, the boy crosses over her, careful not to step on her, and goes for a glass of water, It's been a long day for him and maybe he should sleep too.

He's thinking about how to get Maeve to bed without waking her up or at least to the couch, leaving her lying there isn't an option. But last night it became clear that he couldn't carry the girl.

He takes off his bag, leaving it on the couch, and once again positions himself by her side trying to analyze how to execute his plan, he first decides to remove everything that is in his way, like Maeve's backpack.

He carefully groups Maeve's paperwork which is divided into four piles. Two of them which she read that afternoon, one left to read, and another that were simply clipped photographs. These last ones slip out of Spencer's hand clumsily, and a few pictures fall to the carpet. These showed different random things from different cases: A weapon, a man from behind, an old bar, a cemetery.

This last photo clicked into Spencer's eidetic memory.

That's when Spencer remembers specific events, his behavior over months with the team, the lack of interest in his work, the passive but harsh comments when someone seemed to meddle with his plans. Elle trying to make small talk out of her and only earning glares and sarcastic comments from him, Morgan and Gideon watched in silence, Spencer believing that he could hide the doses of dilaudid he regularly injected from him.

When Maeve joined the team, Spencer had already been clean for months, but seeing that felt like a relapse to the doctor. He felt the anger in his body and only saw Maeve asleep with the intention of asking what she was doing with it.

Spencer continues picking up the mess but with a different attitude, his heavy footsteps and the noisy way he was lifting the paper made Maeve wake up, She rubs her eyes, She doesn't remember falling asleep, She gives Spencer a pained smile, but he tries not to look at her, which makes her frown.

—Hey. — She says getting up, taking the keys out of her back pocket and offering them to the boy. — I'm sorry I came here because I don't have-

— Why do you have this?  — He interrupts her making her return the keys to the pants. Spencer while he is holding a specific file.

Maeve doesn't know what he means so she doesn't respond. She can feel the anger in his voice.

— Tell me, Maeve.

But the girl doesn't. Tears threaten to spill out of Spencer's eyes. Maeve is wondering if this is a dream as her situation is confusing to her.

—What's happening? — Maeve asks when she sees his glassy eyes. Trying to cradle his face against her hands, she reaches out to him but she is pushed away by Spencer.

— Are you making fun of me?

The girl steps back, feeling harassed when she only tries to help.

—When you're not a jerk and want to talk, you let me know. — Maeve turns around, repeating to herself that it is the boy's negative emotions that are speaking and not him, and goes in search of her boots.

— Was it Morgan, right? —She ignored him as she slipped her left foot into the shoe.—Did Morgan tell you to come see that I haven't relapsed?"

She was confused by each of the questions, but she didn't want to talk to him right now, she just ignored him and went on to put on her right boot.

— Is it what they do? Talk about it behind my back? Talk about it with the new one, Talk about it with...talk about my stuff with anyone.

This last one suffered an upset in Maeve's stomach, She had thought that she advanced with the others, that they were people with whom they could feel safe now, and yet of all the people at the BAU, Spencer is the last person she would think would treat her like a stranger.

— I have no idea what fucking trust you have with your team but I am not aware of it. — Maeve blurts out, her now being just as disappointed as he is.

The girl turns around to open the door.

— You lie.— It's the word that makes Maeve spin.—You lied to me the first day about who you were at the BAU, and you lie to me now because it's what you do. You are a liar. — She purses her lips and nods, holding back tears. Spencer walks over to the couch and pulls out the vials of dilaudid. — And you can tell Morgan, Hotch, Gideon, whoever asked you, that they're right, and yes, I did relapse damn well.

Spencer, just like her, was on the verge of tears. Both for different reasons.

— That's not my problem anymore. — She answers before walking out the door.

It takes Maeve several streets while the raindrops wet her hair and clothes, she realizes that she did not bring her backpack with her, in which she had left her cell phone, she found herself far from the house of her friend's building, she will have to wait for tomorrow She flashes back to Spencer's words of him calling her a liar, which made her feel helpless. She quickly brushes away a tear that she rolled to her lips.

Maeve heads into her apartment, pulling out her keys, seeing hers next to Spencer's. She closes the door behind her and throws herself on the bed as soon as she reaches the bedroom.

Thinking in detail, Maeve now understands that that aspirin was not responsible for Spencer's forgetfulness that time, but she did not know that the boy was taking morphine, it was unknown to her. It is then that she realizes that she must not leave him alone.

She crawls to the edge of the bed and uses the landline to call her own number waiting for Spencer to answer on her cell but he doesn't. She tries one more time and slams the speaker against the table when she doesn't get a response.

One more try and Maeve notes how she was hyperventilating.

She calls the only number of her coworkers that she knows by heart and crosses her fingers that she answers.

The machine takes five minutes to connect the call but when it rings a sweet voice is heard behind the speaker.

— Pen. — Maeve exhales when she hears a reply.

— Who is this?

— I'm Maeve. — García listened as the girl choked on her own breath.

— Honey, You okay?

Maeve shook her head even though Maeve couldn't see her, Sitting up. She was trying to keep her calm so as not to worry her but she had to tell her what she knew.

— Could you...-Could you tell Morgan to come over to Reid's? Do it quickly please. — The blonde was about to ask what was wrong but Maeve wouldn't shut up.— Please.— She repeated that word again in a sob.

Penelope was connecting the call directly to Morgan, who at Maeve's first warning of crying was heading for the streets. García was still keeping the call open.

— I was mad at him. —Maeve covers her mouth for a few seconds. — And he had pulled out several vials of dilaudid but I hadn't- I hadn't thought that I shouldn't have left him alone.

As much as for Garcia and Morgan who were listening, it was somewhat surprising, they did not believe that Spencer had had another relapse, the latter sped up the vehicle when he heard the information.

— Maeve? — Penelope was no longer listening as she had hung up.— Maeve?

Maeve, not knowing what to do or how to help, calls 911, sending them to Reid's house.

Not being able to just sit idly by, the girl goes out into the streets again and begins to run through the pavement, falling a couple of times, struggling with the blurred vision in her eyes.

No matter how fast Maeve was, she was the last to arrive, She saw no paramedics nearby, She went up to the apartment with shaky feet and tired from the distance traveled, and saw the door open, A tall man in a suit with his back was Hotch .

Maeve's eyes widened at the sight of him, he turns noticing her presence and tries to push her back, but she had already seen him.

Morgan held Reid's body against hers, pulling up her shirt, counteracting the drug with naloxone as he applied it to him.

— I didn't want to do that to him, Hotch. — Maeve held Hotch by the shoulders.—I didn't want to do this to him.—The girl collapses to the floor and Aaron along with her holding her and trying to calm her down.

—This is not your fault, Kid. —Hotchner glances at the girl in her arms and at his two other agents.— Was not your fault.