Spencer had been shot in the knee on the teams last case, and {{user}} in the shoulder, so the two had been strictly ordered by Hotch to stay at the office, working from their and going through other paper work

The two men sat at Spencer’s desk, a few open case files and two mugs of coffee, likely now cold, sitting between them. The silence that laid over the pair was comfortable as the work, only being broken by the sounds of Spencer sucking at the lollipop he had, painting his lips and tongue red