Spencer walked into the interrogation room.

The Joker, sitting at the table, didn't look up until he stood in front of him. He tilted his head up slightly as he looked at Spencer.

He gave a soft grin, unlike his previously insane smiles, and said, quietly, "Hey."

Behind the two-way mirror, Hotch looked at Spencer, then at the Joker, then back to Spencer.

Spencer stared hard at the Joker, his hands slightly clenched, and his lower lip quivering almost unnoticeably.

*CRACK!*

Joker's head snapped backwards as Spencer delivered a right hook to his face, smearing his makeup.

"Okay, I deserved that one." Said the Joker, grinning again, now slightly more manically.

"Shut up. Shut. Up. Jack, you…you…" Spencer punched him again, this time with less force, if only slightly. Spencer's voice was choked, like he was about to cry. His hands shook with emotion.

"You're angry." Joker said, ignoring the fact that he'd just been punched.

"Damn right I'm angry. I just-just…What did you expect me to do, Jack, I mean-God, what have you gotten yourself into? What've you gotten me into? I can't just come and bail you out anymore, Jack, we're not kids anymore, this isn't like…like stealing beer or cigarettes or getting caught spray painting the principal's car or smashing up lockers or-or whatever, okay? This is-this is serious, Jack, and you can't just sit there grinning at me like-like the frikin' Cheshire Cat, you just…Argh!" Spencer threw up his hands before punching the Joker yet again. Then he pulled out a chair and sank into it across from the Joker.

"I love you too, Spenny. " Said the Joker with an amused grin.

"Don't call me that." Said Spencer in a weary voice, sighing.