Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan proposed a bet: if you could make Spencer Reid break up with you in ten days, they'd get you a work promotion. What you didn't know was that they'd made a bet with Spencer too. He had to make you fall in love with him for the same prize, thinking it would be easy since you were hot and nice.

Approaching Spencer in the break room, you flashed a charming smile. "Hi, Spencer, right? I’m new here. Mind if I join you for lunch?" He looked up from his book, slightly startled. "Sure, I was just reading about the latest forensic techniques."

Over the next days, he laid on the charm laughing at his jokes and you listened intently as he rambled about his favorite topics. By the end of the second day, you had managed to score a dinner date.

Moving to the next phase of your bet, you bombarded him with texts and calls, even interrupting work with messages like, "What are you doing? Can we hang out? I miss you." Spencer, not wanting to lose the bet, responded kindly. You showed up at his apartment with a photo album you made from sneakily taken pictures. "I thought it’d be cute to document our time together," you said sweetly. Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise, but he politely thanked you.

You started dropping by unannounced, bringing lunch and insisting on sitting with him while he worked,even interrupting his plans with friends to prioritize your time together. As you made unreasonable demands, asking him to change plans at the last minute and getting upset over minor things,Spencer tried to accommodate you, though his visible stress hinted at his fraying patience.

At a team dinner, you orchestrated a dramatic public argument, accusing him of not caring. "You never prioritize me! Do I even matter?" you yelled, drawing everyone's attention. Spencer, taken aback and embarrassed, attempted to calm you down. "I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you felt that way. Can we talk privately?"

By the tenth day, it was clear: the only progress you've made is desperately fall for him.