Maeve's alarm resonates constantly under her pillow, she turns it off as soon as she manages to wake up, The girl rubs her eyes, still wearing the same clothes from the night before, explains why she slept uncomfortably, looks to her left, seeing Spencer's mouth down asleep.

They don't remember falling asleep after a make-out session. Spencer's hair looks disheveled, but with cute little curls on the ends, it was growing longer and longer, Maeve couldn't resist the urge to stroke his hair, sinking her fingers into the man's tresses and massaging his scalp, They're the same massages that bring Spencer awake when she felt those hands

His eyes widened, Maeve being the first thing he saw.

— Morning.

He says it in a natural way when he feels that the smile that the brunette gave him illuminated him at that moment.

— I'm sorry I woke you up, but we must work.

Spencer makes a face dipping the left side of his lip, Maeve kisses that exact spot before standing up.

— I'll make coffee.—She says.

The doctor uses Maeve's bathroom to wash up, or at least he tries to. Maeve doesn't have a guest room so having disposable utensils like a toothbrush, extra clothes and more wasn't something she counted on. Spencer repeats the same clothes from the day before and Maeve literally ran to the street looking for a new brush for Spencer, he said he didn't need it but Maeve already knew that just wearing dirty clothes ate him alive, making him keep his breath fresh It was the least that could be done.

Maeve and Spencer arrived early but were the last to arrive.

— The ray of sunshine of your lives has arrived. Maeve says as she walks over to her desk.

— García arrived an hour ago. — Morgan scoffs, and Maeve childishly sticks out her tongue at him.

Spencer deja su bolso en su escritorio y va directo a la cocina en busca de una segunda ronda de café.

— Good morning. — Spencer drops his bag on the desk and goes straight to the kitchen for a second round of coffee.

Squinting, Morgan senses that there is something in his physical appearance but can't remember it. He follows in his friend's footsteps and goes to the kitchen, Spencer was already adding sugar to his coffee.

—You know pretty boy. If it weren't for the fact that you were wearing a scarf yesterday, I'd say you're wearing the same clothes.

Spencer swears in his mind seeing that he noticed.

— MY MAN.  — Morgan says raising his hand as if he's compensating the boy for some accomplishment.

— I didn't sleep with anyone. —Morgan lowers his hand in disappointment when he hears his response.

Before he can say anything JJ arrives with a warning:

— Guys, Hotch wants to talk to us.

Both men knitted their brows together in confusion and followed the blonde. The rest of the team introduced themselves with Prentiss. After a quick welcome, Hotch informs of his possible replacement, and this could no longer be the honorary member of the team, as they have begun to strip him of certain positions, privileges and information, he was approved, like the team, but at Unlike them his position if he was in danger, Gideon insists that there is no better unit leader than Aaron Hotchner but his words at this moment do not make him feel that way.

Maeve feels her stomach turn. Something she sometimes overlooks is Maeve's quick reasoning and how she is able to put together a case in a matter of seconds when given the information. The case base that comes to her mind after Hotch's words is herself.

An abrupt new recruit, not with the best record and she's failed two cases already, definitely not something the BAU was counting on, assuming this now costs her the job of her superior.

Spencer notes how Maeve presses her pursed lips down, trying to figure out what she was thinking, Morgan on the other hand was watching Spencer, perhaps analyzing him more than he should.

The day passed with an odd mix of fast and slow, the afternoon hours feeling long enough but fast enough to feel like a few hours passed. It had been a quiet day, at least for Hotchner's unit.

Gideon had a date tonight, which he had only told Hotch and well, Maeve heard them talking so she was bothering him about it.

The anomaly of that night is that it was strangely long, Maeve knew it when she received a call from JJ like the rest of the team, just as most of them had decided to leave and Jason was on his way to his date, stopping only to buy flowers, A call made him puzzles, this had indicated the murder of Sarah.

The team met at Gideon's house, watching the death scene, Morgan analyzes the scene with Prentiss, while Hotch goes through the remaining rooms having JJ photograph the area and send them to García.

Maeve winces in horror at the sight of the blood scattered in different places, Spencer walks behind , following her.

Spencer brings Maeve up to speed, letting her know that this is an unsub they've dealt with before, His name is Frank. She remembers vaguely going through some files and his name seemed familiar. But the girl just tries to think of where Gideon might be. His emotions are practically unstable now. That thought made Maeve realize that she had never been able to experience what Gideon had: a loss.

And that was a good thing but...

—What? — He asks seeing how Maeve's eyes are now on him.

Maeve was not exempt now from not missing something. Rather someone.

The hard thing about having nice things is thinking about not having them later.

The team meets once more in his office, Garcia reports finding something useful. Gideon's handwriting. It seemed to be a list, ten numbers in all. Counting on the personal information of each of the victims, if it had been stolen, any of these people was a future victim.

Reid deduced that they were the exact number of people they have managed to save alive, the boy knew how personal cases could be for Gideon, where a life saved carries him as much in his present as one that has not, this made him remember in the shot he gave. He did it for Spencer, even though it was against his principles.

— We reduce the list to nine. We found the names of the victims. — Warns Reid entering next to Prentiss carrying a couple of boxes with the registered cases.

— There are ten — Says JJ.

Aaron's view travels to Maeve:

— That's Hunter. She's the ten.

She furrows her brows in confusion, as does Spencer.

— When you joined the team, Jason and I saw it as a win. — The confession takes Maeve by surprise. —It's not hard to see that he's grown fond of you."

— Cool. — Maeve pats her legs with a sharp breath. — I'm a potential victim and an unsub has access to my data.

— We'll be by your side at all times, Maeve. — Morgan squeezes the girl's shoulder comforting her.

It's an irony that she's back on a case, when she's part of it.

The whole team begins to make calls, to inform them of the situation and ask them to keep a low profile. If possible, to get away from home for a few days. The first call was the target shooting, finding Frank's whereabouts in the house of one of the girls.

That morning was confusing. They didn't have the opportunity to sleep. Gideon contacted Garcia, she was the only one who had seen him until then. She along with the others devised the strategy to find Frank, but in theory he was the one who gave himself up to them the next morning.

The case was hard on Gideon in many ways. He didn't seem like himself, but no one blamed him for it.

Maeve wondered why this wasn't a ''Win'' because in her mind, a death was one less unknown to worry about, and that sounded good.

Hotch was the one who clarified her doubt by answering:

— Our objective is to analyze the behaviors and catalyze them. Some minds can be reformed, others cannot. They do not have the distinction between what is correct or not, and if they find it correct they are people isolated and rejected by society. Marginalized.

At the end of the day Maeve and Spencer agreed that she should sleep in the boy's apartment as a kind of balance since he was in her apartment last time.

— I don't understand how you can love this job. — Maeve wandered into Spencer's room while he was in the bathroom putting on his pajamas.

Maeve gets the image of the couple jumping onto the train tracks, Spencer wasn't there to see it, this one along with JJ was next to the rescue unit of one of the unknown victims, she was a little girl it was devastating too, but they managed to save her.

—What are you talking about?— Spencer asks from inside the bathroom

— Prentiss, Morgan...You. All the team. They seem so content at the end of a case or at least, for the most part. I have no idea how they handle it.

Maeve began to get out of her work clothes, she went straight to the closet looking for a cotton shirt. She is grateful that Spencer's stretched body allowed her not to wear pants, since the shirts covered her thighs a bit and didn't make her look naked, even though under that shirt there were only panties.

Spencer has no answer for her, she just has to form a flat smile on his mouth when he comes out of the bathroom and sees her.

—Glad to see you back at work. — Diverts the subject.

Maeve winces slightly, matching it with a sad smile.

— Hotch will possibly be relieved of his position, and even though i believe he is the devil. —Maeve teases and Spencer shakes his head. —I can't imagine anyone else in his place. What happened today with Gideon puts a lot of things in perspective. I'm number ten. Gideon was able to help ten people and I was one of those in a way. I don't want him to be hopeless.

Every time they could they were looking for an excuse to sleep together, even if this was unconscious and none of them had noticed it yet, that's why Maeve was in Spencer's apartment tonight.

It was a busy day, especially since they were awake for a large part of the morning because of the case, but having Maeve on his bed using his laptop made him feel at home, and yes, he was at home, but not in a literal sense. If not metaphorically, it's hard to know what a home feels like when it's been torn apart by a mother with schizophrenia and an absent father.

He thought home was cold walls and closed windows next to a couple of books but it was actually warm, like a hug.

— What are you doing?—  Spencer asks seeing her using his computer and sitting down next to her.

— Violating your privacy.

Spencer chuckles quietly.

— You don't have pictures here. Not even a single one. There are no folders, and the only file is the Star Trek script of dubious origin. — Spencer laughs once more. — I see myself in the obligation to ask: Do you know how to use a computer?

— I'm not a tech guy, Maeve. Besides, I have an IQ of 185.

— That doesn't answer my question.

— I have three doctorates, Maeve. If I wante-

— Wait. What do you mean three PhDs, Boy Genius?— Maeve knew Spencer was a genius, he constantly impressed her but she didn't know that fact.

She thought all this time that was a joke.

Spencer frowns.

— You didn't know?

— You had never told me. You'd expect someone with three PhDs to have it hanging on their wall or tweet about it every five minutes.

— I...I really thought you knew. Everyone at the BAU knows it.

— In what time did you do all that? Wait, how old did you go to college?

— I entered at thirteen, The three doctorates were with the passage of time, Finishing the last at twenty-one, relatively not so long ago.

Maeve was shocked to be honest, her mouth was slightly open.

— Everyone has the same reaction.

—You are literally a genius...— The girl couldn't believe it, she thought that calling him that was just a nickname given for simply being smarter than the rest. —I've known you for months and I had no idea!

— Didn't my iq give you a clue?

— Spencer. — Maeve looks at him in disbelief. —I've seen you spill coffee when you're being talked to at the same time, I was already wondering if you had an average iq. So tell me, brainiac. — She pushes the laptop away onto the nightstand and places her elbows on her knees so she can rest her face on her palms. — What are PhDs about?

Spencer smiles seeing her show interest in this.

— Mathematics, chemistry and engineering.

Maeve's lips curved into a smile.

— I'm sure at least one of those has to do with physics.

— The engineer actually-

— Let's measure...— Maeve interrupts him before he could correct her.— Let's measure the distance between our mouths.

— What do you mean by measuring the distances of our mouths?—Spencer looks up thinking about the different options. — We could use a ruler or a caliper, but I don't think they're designed to be- —He cuts himself off when he realizes it. — Oh, you're flirting.

A slight blush forms on Spencer's cheeks as he watches Maeve nibble on her finger. Maeve's hands slide to Spencer's neck, playing with the long curls that were beginning to form at the nape of his neck.

— Are you flirting? — Spencer asks, not sure of the situation.

Spencer lets out a small laugh on Maeve's lips and she places a cursory kiss on them. Both of them have kissed so many times that the idea of asking for permission has disappeared from the head of either of them.

Something that Maeve did not know is that Spencer's head only thought of her these days. In the kind of bond that they somehow had, but today was not the time to talk about it. It wasn't the moment, right? They have been intense days at work.

— Just to reaffirm. —Spencer says and Maeve raises an eyebrow. —Three point two inches.— Maeve cocks her head, still holding him by the neck. — The distance from where we are.— Spencer lowers his gaze to Maeve's lips, and is closer a little more. — Two point five...— Maeve can't help but laugh. —...Now.

— You're cute, Reid.

She knew Spencer's ability to store information in his head thanks to his memory, the way he babbled, releasing data that most used to ignore. Seeing him being so knowledgeable in different aspects was a delight.

— Eidetic Memory, Three Ph.D.s, FBI Agent, Am I Forgetting Something, Dr. Reid?

Doctor Reid. Why does she make me feel different when she says it? Spencer thinks.

He takes his time to answer, because he had not paid attention to the question, distracting for a second in Maeve's eyes and his thoughts.

— I like magic.

— What? — Maeve looks at him with amusement.

— I like magic.—He says again.

— Magic doesn't exist, Spence.

— Pff. — Spencer rolled his eyes. —Who says that? The girl who has read more fantasy books than historical ones.

— Being a nerd I thought you'd be more attached to everything having a scientific explanation.

— You're the nerd.

— I'm a geek.

— Only nerds know the difference between those two words, and do you know how I know that? Because I'm a nerd.

— You just confirmed you're a nerd !

— Shit ! —Spencer frowns at her, a slight pout. —Just don't ruin the magic for me. — He pushes away Maeve's hands that were still stroking his hair and goes to find the new pair of cards that was in one of the drawers. — Pick a card.

— Spencer, I don't believe in this stuff. — Maeve purses her lips.

— Please.

The girl smoothes her hair, rolls her eyes and looks at the stack of cards spread out in Spencer's hand, Thinking well where to choose from, she opts for a card not so close to the center but near Spencer's right hand, She checks the card. Ten of spades

—Do you know which one is your card? — She feels. — Please return it to the others, put it where you want.

Maeve places the card right in front of all the others, so she can't lose sight of it, she knows the trick here is that he'll move the cards to ''magically'' find the right one.

Spencer begins to shuffle them, hiding one after the other in rapid movements, such that at some point Maeve has lost sight of the card, but she doesn't care because then Spencer has also lost sight of it, is what she assumes.

He runs a finger over the card, holding it up in Maeve's face.

— This is your card.— He affirmed.

— Noup.

Spencer frowns looking at the card. No, it wasn't that. He puts that card away and rummages through all of them, choosing one finally passing it to Maeve..

— Is this your card? — Asks this time.

—And are you sure you know how to do magic?—She mocks with a small laugh. — But No, it is not.

The boy looks at her with a mischievous little smile, running his hand behind Maeve's hair, revealing the ten of spades.

— That's your card.

Maeve looks at the card in confusion, and takes it out of Spencer's hands making sure it was real. Her face was a mix of confusion and anger, Spencer was amused to see her.

Eventually Maeve's expression morphed into an amused smile, slightly widened in amazement.

— How did you do that?

— Do you believe in magic yet?

He hoped to distract her from all the BAU problems. Spencer knows how frustrating that is, and that you don't always have the courage to tell your teammates about it. It was nice for him to see a smile on the girl's face.

— Of course not. i just wanna know the trick.

— Sorry. I can't tell you it's my darkest secret.

— Kiss me then.

— Why I should do that?

— It's the least you can do for not telling me your secrets.

Spencer laughs and Maeve sits on his lap.