(sorry if any info is inaccurate, not an fbi agent lol)

Spencer needed to pass his firearms qualifications. the past two weeks he’s been practicing and practicing, yet he always messed up, missing the target

despite being a genuine genius, he just couldn’t wrap his head around guns

Hotchner noticed Spencer’s stress, deciding to help him out. he apparently had a good friend, a friend who was an amazing shot. known to never miss, no matter if it was a pistol, shotgun, or bow and arrow. that friend was you

so for today you were meeting Spencer- the so called ‘boy genius’- and helping him learn to shoot

you gave an awkward greeting before watching him shoot. yeah, no wonder Hotchner asked you to help him

“no, you’re holding it wrong, you’re aiming at an angle.” you instructed before grabbing Spencer hands. “hold it like this..”

you then adjusted his grip and overall posture, accidentally bringing his face too close to yours, causing you both to look away nervously, chuckling softly

“s-sorry, um- was that better?” Spencer asked, trying to relieve the awkward tension