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TWENTY

On the morning after Rossi's dinner party, Giselle was rudely awakened by the sound of her phone buzzing maniacally on her nightstand. She had been having a blissful dream about Spencer before she was summoned by the needy buzzing of her cell. Sometimes Giselle wished that she could be like a normal person... someone who sleeps in on Saturdays and makes breakfast for their partner. Someone who goes out to meet with their friends every weekend to talk about their uneventful 9 to 5 job- and someone who drinks wine by the fire before falling to sleep in their partner's arms. 

But then she would remember why she does what she does- and Giselle would soon let go of that mere fantasy. This was where she was meant to be.

Regardless- waking up at this hour still sucked. 

"Jesus christ..."

Giselle rolled over in bed and angrily swiped her phone, seeing that Garcia was calling her at 4:30 in the morning. 

Couldn't serial killers take a break for once?

"What's up?"

Giselle spoke into the phone groggily as she pulled her hair up out of her face. It was still dark outside, and yet she was being called into work.

"We have a case in Chicago."

Giselle scratched her head, half-registering what Garcia had just said. It wasn't until a few moments later that the word Chicago sank into Giselle's brain.

"You said Chicago?"

"Yep. Now get your pretty butt over here ASAP. I've been trying to call you for 20 minutes."

Giselle didn't respond.

Chicago. 

The simple word broke the dam. Memories and nightmares came flooding in utter chaos, leaving Giselle speechless. She thought it was quite humorous how one word could trigger a lifetime of hurt- no matter how much she thought she had blocked it away. But again and again, there it was. One city could trigger all of this, and there was nothing she thought she could do to stop it. 

But then she remembered Spencer, and she thought to herself "what would Spencer say?". And Giselle knew that he would hold her and tell her that she was no longer there- no longer in that terrible place. She was safe as long as she was with him. And then before the memories could cloud her thoughts with fear and doubt, the comfort of Spencer erased them with no issue- letting a wave of calm flow over her. 

"Uh- okay. I'll be there."

Without thinking, Giselle hung up the phone and stared blankly at her wall.

No... it couldn't be. It was just a coincidence. Right?

Before letting herself get too wrapped up in her own brain once again, Giselle threw herself out of bed and gathered her things. She quickly threw on a navy blue button down and some black dress pants before quickly putting on her jet crocs and waltzing out the door. 

And as Giselle walked to her little car parked in the driveway, she could only pray that this wasn't what her gut was telling her it was. 

It was just another case in Chicago. Nothing more, nothing less.

Right?

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The moment that Giselle walked through the doors of the BAU, she saw the team gathered in the conference room. Shit. She was later than she thought she was.

Giselle rushed up the stairs and swung open the door, watching as everyone's eyes in the room moved to look up at her. Giselle expected them all to look amused or somewhat nonchalant about the fact that she had been late, but instead, they all looked... concerned. Including Spencer, who was no stranger to early mornings, looked not tired- but genuinely concerned. As soon as Giselle picked up on this, she looked over to Hotch and felt a pit form in her stomach.