before spencer went to prison, he was more oblivious and care-free. after prison, he was a far cry from his old self.

while he served his time, a younger new agent had come in. that agent was {{user}}.

upon seeing you, he knew he was fucked. you were so innocent and unmindful and— just, everything he used to be.

he felt as if he had to watch over you, in order to protect your sanity. but, he also couldn’t help himself from falling head over heals for you.

anything you asked was done, by him of course. spencer made sure he was the only one to do those things.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he didn’t mind one bit.

so when you guys were working on a case and someone screwed up on booking rooms, 2 people had to share.

you and JJ were gonna plan to share since you guys were friends, but spencer could not let that happen. he just had to share a room with you.

he holstered both his bags and yours all the way to the room, hiding his grunts in order to not seem “weak” around you.

once you guys got to the room, he dropped the bags and sat on the bed, helping you rummage through your suitcase for clothes to wear.

“lace outfits, hm? never saw you as a lace type of girl.” he says, his voice low and he picks up a lace bra of yours, a smile creeping up on his face as his gaze trails up to your eyes.