It was never civil between you and Spencer in the BAU. It was a constant competition—who was smarter, who was a better profiler, who was stronger. Everyone on the team was fed up with the bickering, so Hotch tasked Spencer with driving you home after a case you had gotten mildly injured. Great.

It was dead silent in the car, only the soft sounds of breathing heard. “Why do you hate me so much?” Spencer asks to finally break the uncomfortable silence, glaring at you momentarily.