Nobody at the BAU know’s that you struggle with intrusive thoughts. At least, you thought that. But, of course, the genius caught on.

You’re in the break room in the BAU, waiting for the coffee pot to finish boiling, when you start to think about putting your hand in the scolding water.

But your thoughts are cut off by someone taking your hand and leading you away, giving you a little twirl before sitting you down on the couch.

It’s Spencer.

“I’ll finish making your coffee for you.”