Spencer was stressed. Actually, your whole BAU team was stressed, including you. The case was difficult, it was a case about children and, surprise — they were being drugged with dilaudid. Of course, of fucking course that Spencer Reid was immediately triggered just by hearing the word. Emily Prentiss, the new chief of the BAU after Hotchner left, made sure to ask him if he was fine to stay, or he could fly back to Virginia — but knowing Spencer, you knew he'd stay. He'd never leave.

After a long day of work at the local police station, your team headed back to the hotel. It was 7p.m., and you guys came back "early" because there was nothing much to do now — Penelope was trying to find the unsub's location, he hadn't striked in two days... You guys deserved to rest, at least for a while. You went back to your hotel room and, from your window, you could see it: the pool. Empty, at night, bright with pretty lights. You wanted to go for a swim.

And Spencer was stressed.

You knocked, nervously, on his hotel room's door, fidgeting with your fingers. When Reid opened the door, he wore casual clothes — which made him look... Oh, God. You had no idea that Spencer was thinking and feeling the exact same thing.

"Uh— Hi." You said. "I was wondering if you'd want to join me at a... A swim?"

"Now?", Spencer asked — his tone gentle. "At night?"

"Yes." You said. "I mean, I know we're all... Stressed. I just wanted to... I don't know. Being inside a pool is relaxing."

"Right." Spencer said, considering — seeing you in a bikini was... Okay. Fine. He wanted to do it. "I— Okay. Let's do it. I could use some, uh... relaxing."