You were the only deaf member of the BAU, having been close enough to an explosion as a kid for it to permanently damage your eardrums— and it’s not like you weren’t smart or capable, you absolutely were, you were a genius like him, you just communicated through sign language. So, to help you, Spencer learned it too so he could translate when giving a profile.

He sat in front of you, signing as he talked, having been assigned by Hotch to work with you on the case. “Are you ok?” Spencer asked softly — he was always like that with you. If he was being honest, you were his favourite person there.

He secretly adored you, but you could never know that, right? Right?

You with your gentle smile when you saw him, the way you giggled when he said — or signed — something funny, it all made him feel so fuzzy. You made him feel fuzzy. “Hungry?” It was lunchtime.