Four days later, on your day off, you were awoken at 5 am by the shrill of your ringtone. You groaned, picking it up. "Hello?"

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," came the voice of Derek Morgan. You rubbed your eyes, sitting up in bed.

"Derek, what are you talking about?"

"Spencer, um-"

"What about Spencer? Is he ok? Is he hurt? Oh god Derek," you said, your voice shaking.

"He was shot and they tried everything. But they couldn't save him. I'm so sorry."

"No!" You screamed, collapsing onto the floor in a fit of hysterical sobs. You cried and cried until you drifted back to sleep, your body and mind exhausted.

When you woke up around 9 am, you blinked rapidly, not knowing how you ended up on the floor. You made your way to the kitchen, making a cup of coffee. Out of habit, you dialed Spencer's number, reaching his voicemail. He was probably still on a case.

In an instant, the news from earlier came rushing back. You began to cry again, hearing his voice. Your tears fell into your coffee cup, as you slowly crumbled to the kitchen floor, your back against the cabinets.

You heard the door unlock and stood up, tears still streaming down your face. You walked out of the kitchen, dropping your coffee mug on the ground in shock.

"Hi baby, I didn't think you'd be up," he said, meeting your gaze. You blinked before throwing yourself at him. He groaned lightly, holding you up in his arms. "I missed you too pretty girl," he whispered into your hair. You pulled away, holding his face.

"You're ok? You're alive?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked, placing you down next to him softly. "You're not wearing shoes," he commented, lifting you back in his arms. He carried you over the broken glass, placing you down on the couch before sitting next to you. You clung to him like a koala, making him laugh.

"Alright, why did I come home to you in tears?" he asked, pushing your hair out of your face.

"You got shot. Derek called me and told me you were dead. You were gone," you muttered, snuggling into his chest.

"Huh? He what?"

"I don't know Spence. I'm just happy you're home."

"Let me call him," he said, lacing his fingers with yours. He pulled out his phone, putting it on speaker. "Morgan?"

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Did you call Y/N and tell her I got shot?"

"No? What?"

"I don't know. Thanks anyway."

"Yeah, no problem. I hope she's ok," Derek said, hanging up. Spencer put the phone down and looked at you, kissing your forehead.

"Are you ok? I'm worried about you."

"Maybe it was a nightmare?"

"Must have been, the thought of spending the rest of my life with you is terrifying," Spencer said, pushing you away. You looked at him in confusion, reaching for him.

"What are you talking about Spencer?"

"Being shot would've been better than dealing with your crying mess," he continued, standing up. You frowned, beginning to cry harder.

"It's over, get out of my house," he finished, pointing at the door. You shook your head, refusing to move, not knowing why he was being like this. He groaned at your response and picked you up, throwing you harshly on the ground.

You scrambled to your feet. "Get out," he reiterated, shoving you. You hit the door hard, your head hitting the door knob on your way down, knocking you out cold.

You woke up gasping for air, sitting up in bed. You were hyperventilating, jumping at the arm tightening around your waist. "Y/N? You ok?" Spencer asked, sitting up next to you. You frowned and shook your head. "Nightmare?"

"I think? It was more like a nightmare within a nightmare."

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer asked. You nodded, curling into his arms as he rubbed your back soothingly. "What happened?"

"I woke up to a phone call that you were shot and died. And then, I woke up again to you coming home and telling me you couldn't see a future with me. And then you threw me against a door. It was a false awakening I think, but it seemed so real."

Spencer looked at you with a worried glance, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm here. I'm alive. And I don't plan on ever leaving you," he assured you. You nodded, resting your head on his chest.

"I know I know," you said softly.

"I love you. And I would never lay a hand on you in that way. You know that right?" he asked, his eyes widening, searching your face for an answer.**

You looked up at him, the faint sunlight hitting his cheekbones in the perfect places. He looked ethereal in that moment. You nodded, kissing him gently, his fingers faintly tracing your tailbone as you pressed your body up against his. "I know. I promise, I know. I love you too Spence. I love you so much."

"Good, because I truly would never. Now, let's have good dreams for the rest of the night," he whispered, kissing you again. You smiled and melted into his arms, tangling your legs with his.

"Thank you Spence, thank you for loving me," you whispered, closing your eyes. This time, you slept peacefully, your head being filled with images of Spencer throughout the years.

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POV: you're me currently procrastinating studying for finals by writing this, trying to convince yourself it's a productive use of your time.