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Heather had been gone for a few weeks. She was on the risk of transfer after 3 months at the BAU. INTERPOL in Italy.
Gideon knew fully well about her risk, Strauss had tried to pressure her into transferring. So that's where Heather, Gideon, and Strauss stood.
"With all do respect ma'am. Agent King has grown to become a very viable member of our team." Gideon says, Heather nods.
"That means she'll be a viable team for INTERPOL as well. My mind is made up." Strauss says, Heather's face drops. "But they're my family." Heather says softly, Strauss leaving.
Gideon looked to the woman sympathetically, giving Heather some space. The blonde woman that everyone had grown fond of would be leaving in the next few days.
When the usual pink wearing woman was dressed in black professional attire, everyone was shocked. Spencer wasn't even upset about his test anymore when he saw Heather in all black.
"Agent King." Hotch says as he walks over to where she was standing, the woman clearing her throat. "Where are you going?" Spencer questions, noticing her bare desk, the box full of her important things.
"Strauss transferred me...to INTERPOL in Italy." Heather says, Spencer's heart dropping. "What?" Elle questions, sad to see her friend go. "For how long?" Morgan questions.
"I don't know" Heather says as her eyes become glassy. The woman began to hug everyone, but when she got to Spencer she was hesitant. "We don't have-" Heather stopped as Spencer brought her into a hug.
Heather wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Bye pretty boy." She says as she separated from him, wiping her eyes softly.
When Heather settled in Italy, she had first called Gideon.
"Hello?" Gideon questioned, Heather smiling. "Hey, um. Are you with the team?" Heather questioned as she ran a hand through her hair.
"You're on speaking Heather." Gideon says, the woman letting out a soft laugh. "Hi guys." Heather says. "Hey pink." Morgan says, Heather chuckling. All but one voice was there.
"Where's Spencer?" Heather questioned. "He's just been really busy." Elle says, Heather frowning. "Oh." The woman says as she sits on her bed.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Not a peep from the boy genius for the entire time Heather was in Italy. It was torturous.
Heather's name was known everywhere. She was one of their best communications advisors, her ability to quickly pick up skills and apply them made her known.
Spencer sat quietly, wondering if he should call her every time he saw her name pop up on the news. But he never did.
