You didn't expect to like it, but you did. You started going to the gym to actually pass the FBI fitness test so you could join the BAU, and you ended up liking it, adding it to your routine. Being a BAU agent, of course, you couldn't really do it everyday, but every time you managed to, you exercised. It was nice.

Your team didn't know about your habit, though. You had a great body, but the subject never came up, so you didn't mention it. It wasn't a secret — it was just something they didn't talk about.

Tonight, though, after a long jet ride from Virginia to the city you guys had a case in, you found out that the hotel the BAU would be staying had a gym. Rare occurrence — it was small, but it had pretty much the basics, which was all you needed. So, after eating and resting for a couple hours, you went down to the gym — it was 8 p.m., but you didn't care. And after 1h30min, you finished your workout.

Spencer was outside his hotel room — he needed to grab some ice. And then he saw you, on your gym clothes: black top and shorts that hugged your frame oh so well. Spencer froze, the hand on the small empty bucked he held stopped moving. Go, you looked amazing — sweaty and all, but, fuck, amazing.

"I didn't know you went to the gym." Reid tried, a small smile on his lips when his hazel eyes found yours — and he cleared his throat. Stop being silly, Reid. She was just working out.