It was all your fault.

Standing outside of Penelope‘s hospital room, finding out she’d been shot, not knowing if she’ll make it.

You caused this.

Penelope had been unsure about going on a date with a guy who’d asked her out in a coffee shop. All you wanted to do was try and support her, encourage her, all because she deserved it. Every bit. She deserved the world. You just wanted to see her happy.

„Come on Pen, i think you should give him a go.“ You’d said with a smile.

Derek was iffy about the whole ordeal. He’d told Penelope to be careful. And now she was hurt. Because of you.

The team was family, and they might loose a member, because of you.

Penelope had been shot because she went on a date you encouraged her to go to. Each of Derek‘s yelled blame was a stab to the heart

„You told her to go! This is your fault!“ Derek had to be held back by Hotch and Emily.

The world felt like it was closing in on you. Almost instinctively you turned to Spencer, looking for reassurance, anything to stop the twisting of your heart. What you didn’t expect was the absolute and utter hate on Spencer’s face. Like he was repulsed just by looking at you. He never looked at anyone like that, especially not you, never you.

„Spence?“ Your voice was quiet. „You told her to go, Guest.“ He said, his tone accusing, another stab to the heart. His fist clenched, like he was holding back from reaching the way Derek had.