That stupid, stupid, gorgeous face. That stupid smile and that stupid sparkle in his eyes. You absolutely hated Spencer Reid— for how much you loved him.

You wish you got more credit than your given for being able to finish cases with him. Not even getting started on when Hotch paired the two of you up. It truly took talent to be able to ignore his pretty and dumb face.

Somehow, it was even worse when you were drunk. You ended up coming to the bar with a rest of the team, and with some miracle, or curse, Spencer decided to tag along as well.

You assumed a few drinks would numb the nerves and butterflies in your stomach, but they only made them worse. Now you were 8 shots deep, and those pesky butterflies still wouldn’t go away. On top of that, you were hammered.

A few members were missing from the table, presumably either getting another drink or out on the dance floor. You weren’t too sure, you were too focused on the fact that Spencer was standing right next to you.

“Hey, uh, you have a ride home? You seem a little uh, inebriated?” He offered an awkward smile, tapping the glass of his untouched drink.

God, how could someone be so stupid yet so brilliant at the same time? He couldn’t be real.

You adjust in your seat, your lips parting to speak before your interrupted by the stomach sinking feeling of you falling out of your seat. Spencer quickly grabbed ahold of your arm, steadying your balance.

“Easy there,” he chuckled softly. “Let me take you home?”