Early the next morning they receive a text reading "made it back safe" with an attached selfie of Spencer in front of what they assume to be FBI headquarters.
Y/N saves the photo to their phone and types out a reply.
They felt lighter then they had in a long time. They were talking with their best friend, maybe more now, again. Things felt okay for the first time in years.
Y/N lie in bed that night, rubbing their thumb over the engraving on the locket, relishing the memories they had made in the last 24 hours.
It truly was a Christmas to remember.
