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"Oooh! What about this!" You pulled Wilbur by the hand to a sitting room display. "I really like the wicker chairs! They look so comfortable!"

Wilbur shook his head, "Those chairs are half our budget. No."

You pouted, "Please, Wil! Just run seven ads next time! That's what Sapnap does!"

"I'm not running ads so that you can have some wicker chairs that don't even match the living room. We are here to get a new sofa, that is it," He reminded you.

Unluckily for Wilbur, the sofas were in the very back of the store, right before the clearance section. It took awhile to actually get back there.

At first, Wilbur thought your curiosity was cute and adorable. You would get so excited over the ridiculously priced furniture that you had to put together, remind you. It wasn't your fault though, it was Ikea's. They had so many interesting things to build, it was adult Legos!

Eventually, Wilbur got fed up with you running off, "Just hold my hand okay?"

You smiled at him, "Okay Mr. Simpbur..."

He huffed, "I am not being a simp right now, I am simply keeping you near me so that way you don't find something and make my pockets hurt."

"Fine..." You gave up your hand to him in defeat and let him lead the way.

You tried a few times to run off and look at some tables, they did have really neat designs, but Wilbur kept a firm grip and made sure you stayed by his side.

He was hesitant to let go when you arrived at the sofas; however, he still had a little trust in you and let go. Besides, you were finally looking at things that you could buy.

"What shape are you thinking?" Wilbur asked you.

"Why are you asking me?" You tilted your head towards him. "It's your house and you're paying. I'm just here to spend time with you."

"Do you really think that?" He asked.

You nodded, "Well yeah. I did move in with you after all, and kinda quit my job because I had to move so far..."

"Don't think like that," He begged. "This is our home. We share everything now. I wanted you here because you're gonna be at the house more than I am. I wanted to make sure you had something you liked to lounge on."

You blushed, "O-Oh. Well um, I think if we want to have friends over we should get a bigger size. Maybe an L sofa?"

"Yeah sure!" Wilbur agreed, "That's a good start!"

You jumped on a nice white one, "This one looks elegant!"

Wilbur ran his hand across the arm, "I don't think white is a good choice. I drink too much to have something white. Let's go find a darker colored one."

Wilbur sat down on a dark brown leather sofa, he patted the spot next to him, "Whatcha think?"

You sat down and immediately sunk far down, "This is way too soft, and the stitches feel weird to me. I think we need a softer fabric."

To speed up the process, you and Wilbur started at different ends of the rows. There was tons to go through and eliminating them was easy. After every evaluation, you two looked at each other and shook your head.

You eventually met Wilbur in the middle, how ironic. Wilbur was the first to sit down, "Oh I like this one, come have a sit."

You sat down next to him, "Oh yeah this is nice!"

Wilbur put his arm around you and pulled him closer to him, "Imagine this, love. I just got done streaming, and you've been waiting all day for me to come back. I open the door and dive onto this couch and get all snuggled up to you like I am now." Wilbur pretended to grab something next to him, "I take the remote and turn on your favorite Disney movie, and eventually we fall asleep."

You smiled, "All because of this sofa?"

"All because of this sofa," He confirmed. "You wanna get it?"

You nodded, "I do."

Wilbur pulled you off of the sofa and grabbed its identity card, "Let's go check this out then."

You hung onto his elbow as he led you up front to the checkout. You looked around and slowed down. Wilbur turned his head to see what caught your attention.

"You see the hanging chair don't you?" He sighed.

You nodded excitedly, "It looks really pretty. I can hang out in it in the background of your streams..."

Wilbur looked down at you. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes that you could, "Go grab it."

"Yay!" You cheered and pecked his cheek with your lips before running over.

After he left, you continued your movie hunt for a few more minutes, but eventually gave up and decided to just wait until Spencer got home so the two of you could choose together. 

Closing your laptop, you looked around and thought about what else was needed for movie night.

Alright, so we have our drinks. Most of our snacks are already sitting on the living room table. What else.

Um...Oh! Blankets. We definitely need those. Maybe some pillows too.

You got up from where you were sitting and made your way to Spencer’s bedroom to retrieve the extra blankets and pillows he had lying around.

While you were in his room, you saw your overnight bag that you brought from your own apartment and thought that it was a good idea to get changed into more comfortable clothes. Knowing you, you were most likely going to fall asleep during one of the movies, especially if Spencer were to put on one of his foreign films that only multilingual people with an IQ higher than 170 could understand. Despite not understanding anything happening in the films, you would always try your hardest to stay awake during them, which Spencer found adorable.

As you started to change your clothes, you heard the sound of a front door lightly creaking open, but you couldn’t tell if it was coming from Spencer’s apartment or one of his neighbors. 

Were the doors even loud enough for me to be able to hear them through the walls?

Thinking that you were just being paranoid, you shrugged it off and continued getting dressed.

Although... you couldn’t shake the feeling that something felt off to you.

It wasn’t until you heard footsteps and rustling noises coming from Spencer’s living room that you knew something wasn’t right. You stilled your movements and listened to try and figure out what was making the noises.

Was someone opening drawers? That couldn’t be Spencer, he wouldn’t be back that fast. Even if it was, he would always announce his arrival.

You thought about giving Spencer a call, but as you looked around the room, you remembered you left your phone sitting next to your laptop outside, which only fueled the unease that was growing within you.

Not knowing what else to do, you quietly crept towards the bedroom door that you left slightly open, and peeked through the opening. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but when your eyes landed on an unknown man wearing dark clothes rummaging through Spencer’s belongings, you couldn’t stop the gasp of fear that came out of you.

As soon as the sound left your lips, the man stilled and the apartment was filled with silence.

You immediately covered your mouth and backed away from the door as your heartbeat quickened and your eyes widened. You didn’t get a good look at him because his back was facing you, but there was one thing you saw that stood out. It was tucked into the back of his jeans.

It was a gun.

You felt your blood run cold as your breathing increased a significant amount. I mean, sure, you’ve seen a gun in person before, but it was only ever in the hands of people you trusted, like Spencer and his coworkers. So, when you saw that the strange man in Spencer’s living room had a gun and he was definitely not someone you trusted, you didn’t know what to think.

A mixture of shock and fear took control of your body as you stood in the middle of the bedroom, unable to move. You tried your best to think, but the lack of noise ironically made that a difficult task for you.

I don’t hear him anymore...maybe my presence scared him away.

You desperately hoped that was the case, but your hopes were quickly diminished when the sound of light footsteps reached your ears.

Oh my god. He’s still here and he’s heading towards me. 

 Okay, just think, Y/N, think. 

As the sound of footsteps grew closer, you thought back to the intruder’s gun and as you did that, the memory of Spencer reaching you how to use his gun popped into your brain. You remembered that Spencer said it was for emergency purposes.

Well, this is definitely an emergency.

Not having time to think about it any longer, you ran to Spencer’s nightstand and yanked it open to reveal his revolver. With shaking hands, you picked it up and cocked it before turning around and aiming it at the door just in time to see it being opened by the mysterious man.

He was wearing a navy hat that was mostly covered by the hood of his grey sweatshirt and black jeans. In his hand was the gun you previously saw tucked away in his clothes.

You figured that your best bet was to try and scare him away with threats, so as soon as he saw you, you started talking.

“Get out. I...I have a gun,” you said, trying your best to mask the shakiness in your voice with false confidence as your arm quivered.

Despite your efforts, the fear in your voice was still obvious and you were sure that the man noticed it, because instead of turning away and running, he just stood at the doorway, seemingly unfazed, as a sick smile spread across his face.

You’re positive that you’ll never be able to get his face out of your mind.

“So? I got one too. And from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like I’ll be getting shot anytime soon,” the man’s face didn’t falter as he spoke.

You tried not to show it, but you knew he was right. And you hated it.

Unlike Spencer, you weren’t very comfortable when it came to dealing with violence. It baffled you how Spencer could work on homicide cases almost every single day and not turn into a completely paranoid mess.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat before deciding to ignore his words and say, “If you don’t leave, I will shoot you.”

“Oh, c’mon pretty lady,” the man stood up straight and turned his twisted smile into a smirk as his eyes raked over your body, “put the gun down and we can have some fun. Just imagine the things I could do to you.”

His insinuation made your stomach churn as tears welled up in your eyes. The way he looked at you made you nauseous. What you felt was far beyond disgust.

“My boyfriend works for the FBI and he’s on his way home right now,” you could tell that your anti-violence mindset was slipping away from you the longer the situation was going on. At this point, you would do anything necessary to protect yourself against the dangerous and deranged man that was standing before you.

"Don’t you worry, darlin’. I’ll make it quick,” with his sadistic smirk and his head held high, the man took a step towards you and into the room.

All the fake courage you forced yourself to show came crumbling down at his comment. You didn’t want to show him weakness, but you couldn’t help it. The tears that were previously threatening to escape came rushing down your face as you let out a loud sob.

“What is wrong with you? Don’t come near me, you’re absolutely disgusting! You’re nothing but a horrible, sad excuse for a human!” you yelled out to the intruder as tears kept streaming down your face.

Your outburst must’ve triggered something inside of the man, because when you were done yelling, his whole demeanor changed. His body tensed up as his jaw clenched and his mouth turned downward into a scowl. What was most frightening to you, however, was his hardened eyes that glared at you with a look that made your skin crawl. 

He glared at you with murder.

“You fucking bitch! I’m gonna fucking kill you,” the man’s voice boomed and echoed throughout the apartment as he yelled, “wanna say shit like that to me? You pay the fucking consequence.”

What happened next felt like a nightmare. Everything happened so fast that you didn’t have time to think about what you were about to do.

The man looked at you and scoffed before looking down to his gun and cocking it. Before he could do anything else, however, you screamed at the top of your lungs, squeezed your eyes shut and pulled the trigger.

You weren’t sure how many shots you fired, but the only reason you stopped was because no more bullets were coming out of the gun. After you unknowingly emptied the revolver’s chamber, you noticed that other than the low ringing in your ears, the apartment became silent. Because of this, you slowly opened your eyes.

You knew that it was stupid to close your eyes in the first place, but when you opened you eyes and saw what you did, you deeply wished they stayed closed, because nothing in the world could have prepared you for what you saw.

Spencer’s mahogany bedroom door was now ruined with bullet holes, but that wasn’t what caught your eye. As soon as your vision cleared, your eyes landed on the figure that was sprawled out on the floor.

There the motionless man laid, covered and surrounded by his own blood. The man’s once plain grey hoodie was turning red, just like the floor beneath him, the longer you stood there.

After the initial shock wore off, the realization of your actions set in.

I killed him. I took his life away. I took it away and I can’t give it back.

“No, no, no, no,” you kept repeating as you sobbed and slid down the wall behind you, dropping the gun in the process. You buried your face in your knees, trying to get the image of the bloody scene in front of you out of your mind, but your attempts were futile. All you could see was his face and his lifeless body.

“Y/N? Are you-oh my god!”

The second you heard his voice, you whipped your head up, but despite the little relief you felt when you saw him, all you could do was cry harder.

“Spencer!” you managed to cry out.

With a panicked expression, Spencer quickly surveyed the room before rushing over to where you were sitting. Once he was in front of you, he kneeled down and gently grabbed your face in his hands. 

“Are you hurt? Injured anywhere?” he frantically checked your body for injuries and when he saw there was none, he looked into your eyes.

By now, you were hyperventilating and your entire body was trembling, but you so desperately needed to let Spencer know that you didn’t mean for this to happen. You were only trying to protect yourself.

“Spencer, it-no-I,” you were jumbling over your words, so you took a deep breath before trying again, “I was so scared.”

You wanted to say more, but that was all you could say at the moment. You were just hoping that Spencer would be able to use his profiling skills to figure out what happened.

It seemed like Spencer understood, because he wrapped his arms around you and whispered, “It’s okay, I know. You’re okay now.”

Feeling reassured from Spencer’s words, you took your own arms and wrapped them tightly around Spencer. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you,” as he said that, you became aware to the fact that you weren’t the only one crying.

“But you’re here now.”