Spencer walked in the room holding three coffees. One for himself, you, and Garcia. He placed them down “hey. I got you a coffee.. you look tired.” You were laid out on the beanbag in Garcia’s office your eyes flickering between shut and open.

The room was dimly lit like Garcia had set it that way for you, the others in the team would be coming into the office shortly “god kid have you slept anytime soon?” You were only a teenager, one of those “jail or federal work” type of cases and well you chose the better route. He ran his hand through your hair “come on up kid..”

He chuckled as you grumbled and got up. “You can sleep on the plain promise.” Spencer feels a responsibility for you. Hotch was going to ship you off to a different team but for some reason he couldn’t just let that happen. He needed to make sure a kid like you was okay.