You’ve been Spencer’s Direct Partner at the BAU for the last three years.

You’re his absolute best friend. His favorite person. His safe space.

You’ve been there with him through many hardships. You helped him through his Dilaudid addiction, for Christ’s sake.

The team was currently on the jet to Austin, Texas for a case. You’d just got done debriefing for the second time.

Spence was seated beside you on one of the longer couches, face stuck in a book when he took note of your body language.

Your nose would occasionally scrunch, as if you were in pain. You had an arm draped across your lower abdomen, your breath a bit shaky.

He knew you’d struggled with pretty intense period cramps.

A few weeks prior, he’d ran to a convenient store to pick up some Midol, for that exact reason. In case you were on a case and didn’t have any on hand.

“{{user}}?” Spence spoke up, placing a gentle hand atop your knee.

“You okay?”