A FRACTURE IN THE CONSCIOUSNESS ✓

JENNA

The team spent three days in River Fork before they tracked down the unsub- a hunter's abused son who for the homicidal triad to a T- and was home just before the news started to spread in the Bureau and to Jenna herself.

There'd been a sighting of Spencer Smith while they were gone, somewhere in Triangle, Virginia. Jenna was off that plane and at Tyler and Josh's apartment in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of their leave, Tyler finally moved in with Josh, as his apartment was much bigger than his old one and it made more sense. Josh informed her that while Tyler's headaches hadn't gotten worse, they hadn't lessened either. Tyler wasn't talking to himself anymore, and his physical therapy seemed to be working since he could walk up the stairs of their apartment building without assistance.

But that didn't mean his mental health wasn't on a decline. He refused to be tested for schizophrenia, insisting that the voices were trauma induced and not psychosis. Because of Bureau policy, he had to, but that didn't mean he was willing.

"He's so independent that sometimes it scares me," Josh had told her over the phone after Tyler was diagnosed with sleep-deprived psychosis. "He didn't sleep at all before he moved in with me, he only eats when I'm around, and he always talks about how loud everything is all the time."

That wasn't worried Jenna. Sure, Tyler's behavior just kept getting stranger, but he wasn't deemed a threat to himself or others yet. Spencer was. If he was in town, that meant he was after Tyler, and that terrified her to her core.

So, she took the elevator to Josh's fifth story apartment, her composure crumbling with each floor up she went. By the time the doors open, she was shaking, but she managed to contain herself as she made it to their apartment number.

Tyler swung the door open and tackled her in a hug before Jenna could knock. She hugged back, pulling away to examine his face. The scars on his mouth and neck stuck out against his tan skin, glowing ghostly white.

Josh's head poked out of the door. "Come in, before Tyler starts crying."

Jenna walked into the hallway with branches of smaller halls leading to different rooms. She could see the amalgamation of Josh and Tyler's things out together, a mixture of chaotic normalcy and cocky organization.

A bookshelf that nearly touched the ceiling full of books, all organized by the the the last name of the author and by genre, she bet. An old long carpet that looks like it belongs in goodwill with chewed up corners from Josh's dog. A cat tree with a sleeping Ned on the top plate surface. A tennis ball, followed by Jim himself. Framed posters hanging beside framed PhDs. Over the frames written in dry erase markers were cute notes left behind by them both.

"You guys work fast," she said, glad that some things never changed.

Tyler grinned and limped down the hall, waving his hands down to each room, giving her a tour even though Jenna had been there before. "That's the living room all the way down there, the bathroom, the laundry room, there's a lot of more rooms in here than my apartment... we're sharing a room, so we have a guest room now, and the kitchen was the first room to the left but I forgot, and here's the-"

"Actually, I need to talk to you two about something," Jenna said, stopping short of the living room.

Josh's smile faded quickly. "What's wrong?"

"There was a sighting of Spencer downtown. I think he's coming for you." Jenna directed this to Tyler, who was either not surprised or getting better at hiding it, because his expression didn't change.

"Am I in danger?" He asked.

"Possibly," Jenna replied. "If he tried to contact you, you need to tell me immediately. Don't engage with him."

"Yes, ma'am."

She stared for a second longer, trying to pick apart the uneasy feeling she had. There was something disturbing in Tyler's causality, and it reminded her of the look in an unsub's eye right before they were caught on a lie.

"Be careful," she said, pulling Tyler into a hug. He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid."

Tyler cocked his head to the side and grinned. For a split second, he looked like himself, before Brendon and the heartache that followed.

"Stupid's my specialty."