you had been nannying for spencer reid for a while. when you first met, you sort of found him intimidating. he was a federal agent and professor, while you were only 5 or so years younger than him and were still nannying. he was also intimidatingly attractive. his bookish, boyish charm won you over quickly as the two of you got comfortable. he was a single dad, and you couldn't help but think about that often. his baby girl olivia was like your favorite person ever. she was 4, and you loved taking care of her.

you were good at it too. you showed up without fail at 7 every morning, with your own key to his place, and you got olivia up and ready for school. you took her to her daycare/school program and then often cleaned his house a bit, went grocery shopping, or cooked for the day. spencer was often at work late, so when you put olivia to bed at night, you curled up on his couch, often falling asleep, until he got home.

your routine was good. drop liv off, clean/cook/shop, pick liv up, hang out with her and give her dinner, put her to bed, wait for spencer to come home. but often when you were waiting for him you fantasized. olivia loved you, but what if spencer did too? what if you really became her mom? what if- no. inappropriate.

spencer comes home especially early one day, as you're putting olivia to bed. he stands outside the door as you're laughing with her and singing her a lullaby. she giggles and goes to bed easily with you there.

you come outside of her room and see spencer.

"oh, you're home early." you smile sweetly.

"you're so good with her." he smiles, motioning at olivia's door.