Spencer Reid was a smart man, the guy had 7 PhDs for gods sake. For the last couple of days, he’d been observing you and the way your face scrunched up in mild discomfort or how you clutch your stomach sometimes. It was when you let out soft groans when you stood up that he knew what was going on. It was that time of the month. This morning, he showed up a little later than normal, by five minutes (which is uber late in his world), with a little care basket for you. It had your favorite chocolates, salt & vinegar chips, and an assortment of teas and coffees.

As he handed you the basket with a small, warm smile, he said softly, “I know it's that time of the month, and I thought this might help a little."