"Who was your contact down here?"

He looked down at his arm, rolling up his sleeve. "Rosa Mendina." Her name was written across his arm, his scratchy handwriting on full display. Luke took a picture and sent it to the others in Quantico.

"If I showed you a picture, would you remember her?" Spencer nodded his head, almost like he was trying to convince himself.

"We think it's Scratch," Emily spoke up from beside me.

"Scratch," he softly mumbled. He didn't recognize the name, a sign of the drugs messing with his system. He was completely out of it. It hurt to see him like this, so dazed and confused.

"Is this Rosa?" Luke came over and showed Spencer a picture of a woman. They figured it out, thank god. He nodded, clearly recognizing the woman in the picture.

"Alright. Her name's not Rosa, it's Nadie Ramos. They have her last at a motel not too far."

"Then we gotta get Castenda and his men to check it out."

"Do you want company?" Rossi asked him.

"No, I'll be okay." The three of them walked off, knowing that there was no way I was gonna leave him. He started to fidget with his hands, trying to touch me through the bars.

"Is it weird that I'm remembering you and not them?" He looked up at me with doe eyes, the eyes I fell in love with the first day I stepped foot into the BAU.

"Not at all, baby. Remember what you always say? That your heart is always gonna remember what your mind can't."

"I'm sorry for making you worry. You don't look well." The sorrow was clear across his face. He always hates making me upset, even if it's over the simplest things. He could not fold the laundry and he'd spend the rest of the day following me like a lost puppy and showing tons of affection to make up for it.

"Hey, don't worry about me right now. We're gonna focus on getting you all sorted out." I wished that these goddamn bars weren't separating us. I would wrap him up in my arms and never let go. But life was never that kind.

"I'm a horrible father," he let out a whimper. A few stray tears were starting to fall from his eyes.

"No, sweetheart. You are an excellent father. Delilah loves you so much. This isn't gonna make her think any less of you."

I swore in that moment that whenever we found Scratch, I was gonna kill him for this. Spencer looked so weak and vulnerable and there was no way I could take his pain away. It sucked.

After a few hours, the team came back. By the looks on their faces, I could tell something was wrong. I was sitting against the wall, watching Spencer as he was sitting on the rickety bench in his cell. I stood up when Luke approached me and he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"We found the body of Nadie Ramos in his motel room. The murder weapon is missing."

And that's when my day went from bad to worse.

I was a profiler, I knew what all the evidence supported. I have been in the exact same situation as these cops many times before, so I knew exactly what they were thinking.

But I couldn't believe it. I know my Spencer, and there is no way in hell that he was capable of this.

I thought I heard Luke mention that Clara and Matt from IRT were on their way here to help, but I was starting to tune him out. My gaze was fixed on Spencer.

He could tell from my expression that something was wrong, and I didn't need him to worry anymore.

"Spencer. The officers have allowed me to do a cognitive interview with you. Wanna give it a try?" Emily asked him.

He nodded his head towards her. His eyes landed on mine, almost pleading for me to fix this. "I'll be waiting out here for you, okay?" He sent me a tight lipped smile, mouthing an 'I love you'.

"Love you too, baby," I said softly. I could feel the sympathetic looks of my co workers on me. I had a feeling those looks would be aimed at me for a while.

Matt and Clara walked in, filling us in on what they figured out. There was nothing illegal in the medicine, so that was a piece of good news today.

While we were waiting for Emily to finish the cognitive, another thought popped into my head.

"Where's his ring?" I whispered to nobody in particular, but Luke had caught on.

"I'm sure I can look through his personals, convince them to let you have it, since it's also technically yours."

"Thank you, Luke." He sent me a smile and went to talk to one of the officers. A few minutes later, he came back with a small bag. "I believe this is yours."

I took the bag and slowly pulled out the ring inside. It was pretty simple, a dark gray band. But he absolutely loved it. When we were first looking at rings, he told me he didn't want something too flashy, but he wanted it to be special.

I moved the ring between my fingers, hoping that I'll be able to put it back on him soon.

When Emily came out of the interrogation room, she signaled us all over. It was hard to read what she was feeling, but I could tell she looked nervous.

"I can't give this to them," she whispered. She hit play on the recording. "Who has the knife? Who is stabbing Nadie?"

"It's in my hand," I could hear Spencer say quietly. I completely froze.

"This is just more evidence against him."

This had to be a joke, right? This is all one big, twisted nightmare and I'm going to wake up in my bed and Spencer will be there. There was no way he could have done this. Maybe he was moving the knife and that's how he cut his hand. He was just trying to help.

I know my Spencer. The drugs in his system are messing with his brain, he couldn't have done all of this.

And the punches just kept on coming.

The police had just charged him with murder and were sending him off to a prison.

The team were scrambling to fix this, but all I could do was stand there in shock and watch as they shackled him up.

He looked so scared. His eyes were concentrated on mine, trying to find some comfort before whatever terrors he would have to face in a Mexican prison.

"Wait!" I heard Emily shout. She looked slightly relieved, which made me somewhat hopeful that she had good news.

"Nadie Ramos is a US citizen, and that gives us jurisdiction. We are taking Agent Reid back to Quantico with us."

After the continuous blows of the day, this made things slightly better. Luke grabbed Spencer and started to lead him out with us.

As we made our way onto the jet, Luke pulled out a set of keys. "You have to have these on when we're with the public. But I don't see you as a danger." He undid the handcuffs, letting his hands free.

The second they were off, he turned to me and engulfed me into a hug. I had a vice grip on him, not wanting to ever let go. A few of my tears fell onto his chest and I could tell from his shaking frame that he was crying too.

We stayed like that for a while, not caring that our coworkers were watching us at our most vulnerable.

I maneuvered us to sit down, his hand wrapped around mine.

"I want to see her," he spoke up after a moment of silence. "I don't care if it's for a few seconds, but I just need to see her."

I looked back at Emily to see if it was okay. "We're making a pit stop at the BAU and if Delilah Reid just so happens to be there, there's nothing I could do." 

I mouthed a 'thank you' to her and returned my attention to him. He had a look on his face that was hard to read, but I could tell his mind was in overdrive trying to put all the pieces back together. "I ruined both of your lives, haven't I?" Spencer always seemed to care about others more than himself. He was worried about me and Delilah, but I could tell that in the back of his mind, he was scared shitless of what was to come.

"Spencer, we're gonna be okay. Delilah, your mom, me, we're all gonna be okay." We stayed silent for the rest of the flight, holding onto each other tightly. Because who knows when that's gonna happen again.

When we landed, Luke put the cuffs back on Spencer, but we wrapped a jacket around his hands to try and hide them.

As the doors of the elevator opened, the rest of the team was in the hall, waiting with open arms. They were making small talk when I noticed my dad around the corner, holding the hand of our little girl. Once she saw him, her eyes lit up and she started to run towards him.

"Daddy!" She ran over and maneuvered herself under Spencer's arms so she could wrap hers around his neck. He tried as best as he could to hug her, kneeling down to her level and burying his face into her shoulder.

"Hi, sweetie. We gotta talk real quick," he said as he pulled away slightly, still trying to keep contact with her. "Daddy's gotta go away for a bit. Hopefully it won't be for long, but you have to help mommy out, okay? You both have to be strong and take care of grandma when I'm gone." She nodded, nuzzling her face back into his chest. He placed a kiss on her head. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you so much sweetie." They gave each other one last look before she came right back to my side. I gave him a short, but still passionate kiss. "Love you, Spence."

"Love you too." And just like that, he was being led out of the BAU and off to a holding facility. Delilah was clinging to my hip, tears starting to well in her eyes. The two Reid's watching him being taken away, not knowing what their future would hold.

Hope you guys are enjoying so far! More sadness and angst to come.