After days of halfhearted lie-ins outside police stations in nameless states, the team had solved yet another case. Spencer had leaned his head over your shoulder all the flight back home, pouring over books — once you did get back to the Bureau, no one made many moves as you all stepped into the office, all trying to go by, hoping to clock off and go home to their kids and partners and better scenery than whatever case you had dealt with.

Spencer and you were starving, though; and dinner never harmed no one. With his hands in his pockets and you walking to his side by the hallways, speaking so freely it left room for wonder — but if anyone thought twice of you two continuing to spend time together even after the case, no one in the team said a thing. At least not to your face.

Both your thoughts disappear into thin air when you heard the pouring rain, right as you opened the door and were standing at the stairs, it had been sudden and steady, the city lights reflecting on every direction, people covering themselves with what they could running for cover at a store or under a ledge, with beamy faces and full hearts.

“Oh! Well, we can have dinner at my house, if you want.” Spencer solved quickly as he called a taxi for you both, nose scrunched up and misted-over sweater — even if you decided to leave it for some other day, he'd still make sure you got home safe.