This is a little something I came up with after watching Zugzwang. It helps me cope with the feelings. I am so sorry that we didn't get to see more of Maeve, because I know she would have been amazing. Expect a lot of fluff, some team love and teasing, a lot of drama.

And the motto of the whole story?

"She's gotta be one hell of a woman to keep up with you."

I don't know you, but I want you all the more for that. (Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová, Falling Slowly)

The whole world seemed to stop as Diane Turner put the gun to her own temple. Spencer's mind was racing, calculating angles, forces, velocity, and coming to one conclusion over and over again. She is going to die.

But that day Spencer Reid made a mistake. There was one factor he did not consider – Maeve herself.

Just as Diane pulled the trigger, Maeve jerked her head backwards with all her power. Diane, being distracted, didn't expect this and even though she did shoot, the bullet only grazed Maeve's temple. Both women collapsed on the ground, but Spencer was there in a split of a second, untangling Maeve from the dead arms and holding her as close to him as possible.

"It's okay, it's over, it's fine, it's over, it's okay, she's dead, it's over," he whispered fervently, kissing her forehead after each sentence. Maeve was pressed against him, her whole body shaking and she was crying into his shoulder. On the left side of her face the tears mixed with blood.

"Don't cry," said Spencer when he noticed. "It's over."

"You're crying too," Maeve reminded him.

He realized she was right and he had no idea how to react. Luckily, he was saved by Hotch.

"Okay, you two, let's get you to a hospital," he said, offering Maeve a hand. She took it and Hotch helped her stand up.

They waited for the ambulance outside, huddled together, whispering incoherent things that under any other circumstances would make them blush, and only the arrival of the medics made them let the other one go. Still, they kept looking each other in the eyes, until a slightly annoyed woman told Maeve that she can't check her pupillary reflex if she keeps staring at the boy.

They were released just as the rest of the team exited the building and gathered around them.

"So this is the mystery girl," said Blake with a small smile.

"We were beginning to think that you were imaginary," Rossi added.

Maeve glanced at Spencer, then shrugged. "Sorry, but you saw why I couldn't meet any of you sooner."

"We're just glad you are fine," said Hotch. "That was close."

"By the way, Garcia says you two need to stop by her office ASAP," Morgan added.

"Slow down, please," Maeve managed a small smile. "Can I go home and get a good night's sleep first?"

Spencer didn't want her to leave. After all they have been through he couldn't bear to see her walk away. But maybe he didn't have to. "I think I should stay with you tonight. Just so you feel safer..."

Maeve visibly lit up at the suggestion. "You would do that? That would be great!"

They both stood up and stopped, realizing neither of them had their car. They exchanged a confused look and then burst into a fit of giggles.

"Hey, why don't I give the two of you a ride?" Morgan suggested.

Even though Maeve's apartment wasn't that far, it was a long ride for Derek Morgan. Both lovebirds sat in the back, so he didn't see anything, but the constant whispering could be incredibly annoying. Who knew that falling in love will turn Spencer Reid into a fifteen-year-old high school girl?

But when he watched him hold the door for Maeve with the other hand still protectively on the small of her back, Spencer never seemed more adult. Morgan thought that someone should check if Spencer had any plants that would need watering, because he had a feeling that their very own genius won't be leaving Dr. Donovan's apartment any time soon.

"You lucky bastard," he muttered before driving off.