Hello! This is my first Criminal Minds fanfic! So tell me what you think! I know this is short, but I wanted to get a feel for this story so I can figure out what I want to do with it! Please tell me what you think!

As Spencer paced around the kitchen, trying to gather all that he needed for dinner, his eye caught the clock. Oh God—it was 7:15. Spencer began to panic. Dinner was supposed to be done at 7:00—not 6:59, not 7:01, but 7:00. He had been so caught up in making everything perfect that he forgot to watch the time. Swallowing hard, Spencer prayed that since the last case they had worked on was difficult, he would be more understanding than usual.

Spencer sharply inhaled, and tried to get back to the stove, but his mind wouldn't let him. He thought back to the last time dinner was late—no, Spencer shook his head clear. Aaron, his fiancé, apologized for that—he said that it would never happen again. Absent mindedly, Spencer reached up and gently placed his cold fingers on the right side of his cheek.

The bruise had lasted more than two weeks.

Spencer was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps coming own the stairs. He quickly got back to his place at the stove and began to stir the noodles that had barely began to boil.

"Spencer?" a voice questioned from the doorway.

Spencer whirled around, a smiling on his face, hiding the fear that tugged at his heart. He walked over to his lover, wrapped his arms around his neck, and laid his head in the crook of his neck. Holding his breath, he waited for arms to wrap him. He discreetly let his breath out when he felt strong arms wrap around his thin torso. Even after everything he had done, Spencer still felt safe when they hugged. They embraced each other for a few, brief moments before Spencer felt the warm body pull away from him, but not before a gentle kiss was placed on the top of his head.

"What's for dinner, Spence?" Aaron asked, running his hand through Spencer's long locks of soft brown hair.

Swallowing, Spencer looked away, avoiding his fiancé's eyes. Making eyes contact would only cause things to become worse. "Spaghetti," Spencer whispered, hoping Aaron was in the mood for pasta. He saw the irritation cross his lover's face, and decided to try to do damage control. At least he hadn't said anything about the time—yet.

"I know we had spaghetti last week, Love, but we still had the supplies and I didn't want it to go to waste." Spencer tried to explain.

Aaron just stared at him.

Again, Spencer swallowed. "Did you know…" he stated to tell him a fact about how much food was wasted by the average household per year, but he stopped aprudly when Aaron raised his hand, ready to strike him.

"I'm sorry!" Spencer squeaked out, trying to shield himself from the blow.

Aaron, realizing what he was about to do, dropped his arm to his said and through gritted teeth told Spencer, "You know I don't like it when you tell me useless facts."

Spencer nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He took a few shaky breaths before he gave Aaron the verbal answer he wanted. "I understand. I'm sorry. I love you."

Aaron's face softened at his last three words. He reached up, ignoring the fact that Spencer flinched, and gently rubbed his thumb along his cheek. "I know you love me, and wouldn't do anything intentional to make me upset."

Spencer roughly shook his head. "No, I wouldn't. I love you."

Aaron pulled Spencer into another hug and kissed him once again on the top of his head. Although he didn't say it, Spencer knew Aaron loved him. If he didn't love him, why would he put up with a screw up like him?