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With friends like these...

Episode: 6x19

As soon as the team was done giving the profile to the Portland police, Spencer got up and left. Everyone could see he was distracted, but it wasn't until Morgan gave her a slight nod that Lily jumped off the table she was sitting on and followed her best friend. She watched as he entered the bathroom and waited for a couple seconds, before knocking on the door.

"Spence?" She called.

It took him a second to open the door, but as soon as he saw the worry in her eyes, he started rambling.

"You know, that profile really makes it sound like schizophrenia leads to serial killing."

"That's not what we meant at all." Lily assured, as she leaned against the wall. "You know it."

"There are a lot of levels of schizophrenia." He kept going. "Catatonic, disorganized... Just because someone lacks the ability to organize their thoughts or... Bathe and dress by themselves doesn't mean they're going to stab someone in the chest 30 time post-mortem."

"I know that, Spence. We all do." She said, before realizing something. "Wait... Schizophrenics can't organize their thoughts..." She said, as Spencer turned to her, watching as the gears in her head turned. "That means... They can't form coherent and vivid hallucinations like we are assuming our unsub does."

Spencer's eyes widened in surprise and he started to walk away, presumably to talk to the rest of team about what they just had figured out, but Lily stopped him, stepping in front of him.

"Okay. But what else is going on?" She asked, as he shook his head.

"We don't have time for this." He tried to avoid her, but she wouldn't budge.

"We'll make time." She insisted. "What's really in your mind, Spence?"

He sighed.

"I've been having terrible headaches, I can't sleep, I can't focus on our cases, I... I've only read five books this week."

"Have you talked to anyone about this?" She asked.

"Emily." He whispered, as Lily sighed.

"Have you gone to any doctors?"

"They all say I'm fine."

"Then why don't you believe them?"

"Finding a possibility of having a genetic transmitted disease is like finding a penny on the ocean. I'm having all the symptoms and..."

"Spencer. Listen to me." She demanded, and the use of his full name made him look up to meet her eyes. "I'll make you a deal, yeah? If one day, I do get worried about you developing schizophrenia, I'll let you know, so I can go to the doctors with you. What do you think of that?"

"That'd be good." He smiled, as she did the same.

"Okay, but this is a two way deal."

"What's my part on this?" He asked.

"You can't hide anything like this from me ever again. Deal?" She asked, extending a hand toward him. He just stared at her and chuckled, before nodding.

"Deal."

"Good." She said. "Now let's get back to work, shall we?"