The last time Spencer saw the man he fell in love with years ago, he had not expected to be handed a wedding invitation. It was an odd experience. Of course in usual Spencer fashion, overcome with fluster, he had accepted right away and even expressed how he'd bring his boyfriend.

Which leads to one slight problem; Spencer was single.

He needed to find someone who would go to his ex boyfriends' wedding with him and pretend to date him. Spencer has dug himself a few great holes but this one might be the deepest. As he mulls over just how he'd accomplish this task, he hears footsteps in the break lounge.

It was a normal Friday for the team- loads of paperwork and bouts of coffee. Spencer sets down his mug, glancing over his shoulder. It's you. The only person on the team who humored him while he spoke of things no one could understand.

"Good morning." Spencer says, nodding to you. He lets out a soft breath, turning back around and facing his mug on the table.

His mind offers him a thought; maybe you'd go with him? He mentally shakes the thought from his mind. Last month he had saved your ass while Hotch was giving you shit for turning a document in late. You'd told him that whenever he needed a favor, you'd be more than glad to help. Pretending to date him and go to a wedding in order for him to not look like a fool was too much.

He clears his throat and watches you sit opposite him. "How much paperwork have you got?"