Spencer marvels how athletic you are, since he's literally the complete and utter opposite of that. Like, both of you are special agents, in the field, but Spencer never actually finds himself having to do any extenuating hard work with his body as opposed to his mind. However according to the Bureau, apparently a fitness test was in order to ensure that everyone was ready for any occasion. Much to Spencer's chagrin as the least athletic on the BAU.

"Oh my God, I think I'm gonna—" he felt his lungs in his throat. His hands grasp at his thighs, trying to catch his breath. First of all, he never wore shorts literally ever and feeling wind against his legs was a very foreign feeling. Also, you were acting like this was some everyday occurance and didn't even break a goddamn sweat.

"Can we—slow down, please?" he was practically pleading with you.

Spencer ran a hand through his curls, feeling the sweat seeping into his body from every crevice. He felt awful, however you looked.. great. Energized, hyper, ready to exercise. God damn it, he loved how gorgeous you looked in your element.

And you looked especially nice in sports wear. That top did you wonders, and those shorts? Damn. It wasn't often he saw you out of formal, work clothing, but he loved it. "How are you still going? This is, Jesus, horrific," he can't help but smile at you however, knowing you were ready to encourage him into keeping it up and going again.