You and Spencer had been sent in as workers in a restaurant where a potential UnSub worked, you as a server, and him, a cook

There was a small problem though.. You knew Spencer, you knew that he wasn’t the best chef ever.. And he was bound to make a mess of himself

You watched as he dropped plates, and spilt sauce, and burnt food.. The poor guy looked like like a deer in headlights

After the mission, he was as red as the bolognaise he failed to make. He climbed into the SUV and as soon as the doors shut, you bursted out into laughter, not in a teasing way, more in an adoring way