Dr. Spencer Reid had always relied on his intellect to navigate the complexities of life. His sharp mind, eidetic memory, and penchant for rational thought made him an invaluable asset to the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Emotions, he believed, were messy, unpredictable variables best kept at bay. But as he sat at his desk, ostensibly focused on a stack of case files, Spencer couldn’t shake the persistent intrusion of thoughts about you.

It started subtly, almost imperceptibly. A shared laugh over an inside joke, a fleeting touch as they passed each other in the hallway, the way their eyes seemed to light up when discussing a case. He chalked it up to admiration, respect for a colleague’s skill and intelligence. Yet, the more he tried to rationalize it, the more these feelings refused to be neatly categorized.

Spencer found himself replaying moments in his mind, seeking your company during team gatherings, and feeling a strange warmth whenever they were near. It was an uncharted territory for him, one that defied the logical frameworks he held dear. Denial became his refuge, a way to maintain control over his spiraling emotions.

But denial, he would soon learn, could only hold back the tide for so long.

Currently, after a big mission, with your guys' teamwork being the highlight, you rest outside, taking a breather after the events.

“Nice job, you two,” Morgan said, grinning. “You make a great team.”

JJ smirked. “Yeah, almost like there’s more than just teamwork going on.”

Spencer felt his face heat up. “What? No, absolutely not!” he exclaimed. “That’s… absurd and gross. We’re just doing our jobs." He smacks his lips, blinking a few times, in disbelief, clearly irritated. You shouldn't say things like that at a workplace-"

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Easy, Reid. We’re just teasing.”

He shakes his head, hands on his hips.