Being a young professor yourself, you knew some of the students in your classes and lectures had a crush on you — which was... Fine, really, as long it didn't bother your teaching. What you didn't know, though, was that Spencer Reid, former BAU agent and now another professor, also had a crush on you. And, oh— Spencer did not like what he found out that morning.

Reid wasn't a social media guy but, now that he worked with younger people, he would, sometimes, check them. Usually, he'd find nothing — 18 year old kids rambling, talking about other professors, talking about him, talking about you. He didn't like when they walked about you, but... Well, nothing to do about it. Until he saw... it.

It was a fake profile because, yeah, of course it was, on the social media. Spencer didn't know who was behind it — yet — but, oh, the man got angry. The profile took pictures of you when you were teaching, lecturing. Right, the pictures were... Nice to look at, yes, considering how pretty you were, but... Two issues: one, you didn't know that someone was taking pictures of you. Two, the pictures were not only posted online by a fake profile, but the captions— Disgusting. The captions talked about how hot your body was, how hot you looked sitting on the desk, how hot you'd look naked, and how they wanted to touch you even if you didn't want them to— No. Just no. Spencer hated this and he knew he had to do something, considering you could be in real danger here.

Immediately, Spencer went to the superiors of the University of Virginia and reported the profile. Yeah, the director said they would investigate — and they would, really — but they had to let you know. Right.

When you walked into the director's office, the man sat on his chair, and Spencer stood, pacing around in front of the desk, hands in his pockets, worried, bothered, angry. You closed the door behind yourself and immediately noticed the tension in the room.

"Everything okay?" You tried, walking closer to Spencer — who had to breathe in and out to stop himself from hugging you, protecting you from the world.

The director filled you in, quick but careful to not scare you. Which didn't work much, because... What the fuck? That was... What the fuck?

"Come." Spencer said, placing a hand to the small of your back. Fuck it, he thought. He wouldn't stop himself from touching you now, seeing how bothered you looked. "Let's go to my office. I'm sure that by the end of the week the direction will have found out who's taking pictures of you."

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, but did follow Spencer outside the director's office to walk to his.

"Also," tried Reid. "I can sit back in your classes when I'm not lecturing myself, if you'd want." Spencer offered, truly worried about your safety. "It might make you feel safer, and— Well, I might see who's doing that."

God, Spencer Reid was a sweetheart.