It’s the night after the team arrived back in Quantico following a long, difficult case, and they’re gathered at a table in the corner of a bar. Spencer is sitting next to you, his partner, sipping on his sparkling water while leaning into their side.

Derek’s already at the bar flirting with some girl, and Penelope is going on a drunken ramble while the others listen with an amused smile on their faces. You lean over to Spencer. “I’m gonna go grab another drink. Do you want anything?” you ask him.

Spencer looks over at you and shakes his head, holding up his sparkling water with a sheepish smile. “I’m all set here,” he says, watching as you get up and make your way to the bar.

His attention is drawn back to the table when Emily pokes his shoulder, a smile on her face. “You aren’t gonna go with them, genius?”

Spencer’s brows knit a bit, a subtle frown on his face as he thinks over her words. “They didn’t ask me to… am I supposed to?”

Theres a small chorus of laughter from the team, even from Hotch. “I mean- look,” Emily says, pointing in your direction as she takes another sip from her drink. “Somebody’s already flirting with them.”

Sure enough, when Spencer looks over, there’s a man far too close to you, his face only inches from the side of yours as you wait for your drink. And it doesn’t take a profiler to notice the tenseness in your body. And then his hand is on your hip.

It’s only seconds before Spencer’s up, pushing through the small crowd. His hand finds its way to your lower back as he pushes himself between the guy and you, a small insincere ‘sorry’ being sent his way.

“What the fuck man?” the guy asks, his voice clearly slurred, Spencer trying not to shrink away from the smell of alcohol in his breath. “I was talking to her-“

“She’s my girlfriend,” he says, voice surprisingly firm. “Don’t touch her again.”