Things had been a little tense at work lately. No one really knew how to talk to him anymore. Spencer. But he wasn't acting like Spence anymore. He was SSA Spencer Reid. He let his hair grow out and let his stubble come through, he had been hitting the gym more often, and now the dorky, silly string bean of old days was gone and buried. His stare even rivaled Hotch's.

Your team had just closed up a case, and when you got back to the BAU to finish paperwork, he had disappeared from the bullpen without a word.

You had shaken it off, and got into your car, noticing it didn't beep as it usually did. You thought you had just left it unlocked, and started digging through your bag for your keys.

You nearly had a heart attack from a hand on your shoulder. Spencer was sitting in the back seat, your keys dangling from his fingers.

"You should really watch your surroundings," he murmured.

"I kept the vest on. Heard you like it," he said, glancing down at the dark blue FBI vest on his chest.