4th September 2012

Spencer had been completely head over heels for you as soon as you set foot in the bullpen. No one had ever seen those big eyes so wide, so bright when you came ans sat next to him on the jet on your first case.

It became a tradition: sitting next to each other, meeting up on lunch breaks, going on coffee dates, move nights…. sleeping skin to skin… washing each others’ hair… gentle kisses, clashing teeth….

And then you got injured, out of field for months on end while you worked with Garcia in her office. Spencer was away all the time, you were stuck at the BAU, and both of you ended up touch-starved and lonely. This was the saddest he’d been in years.

So that one night, when Spencer could finally come home to you, you were both completely over the moon.

And now, he sat across from you at the kitchen table, case file open, gory images of the crime scene spread out across the hardwood surface. But he was beaming, and so were you, socked feet meeting beneath the table, fighting and wrestling for higher ground.

God, he loves you. His heart feels like it’s going to beat out his chest. Of course, it couldn’t, that’s completely and physically impossible, it’d be absurd.

But here you are, just two nerds together.

“D’you have those highlighters I got you?.. Because I’ve got some new documents for us to look over… and some paperwork….”