Fair: you were very new to the BAU team. You had been here for only 3 months, and Spencer barely knew things about you — not that you disliked talking about yourself, no. But Reid didn't have the courage to actually engage in a conversation, a real one, with you. Usually he'd ask you dumb things (his thoughts, not yours. You didn't find him dumb, nor anything he said), like the time, or ask if you wanted coffee, or just stand there by your side while you talked to Tara. It was your first month being a BAU agent, so Prentiss didn't let you go in the field — because you were young, yes, but also because she wanted to gather if you were capable of dealing with difficult situations. And, oh, you were. Prentiss tested it — she put you to talk to victims, to victims' families, to kids— and you aced, every single time.

Spencer, though, knew he was fucked. It had only been three months, but he felt... So, so, so different. You were so different, somehow, for some reason. Maybe, he thought at first, it was because you were really attractive, but then Reid found out you were also a sweetheart. You... worried about him. You listened to his rambles on the jet while everyone tuned him out. You were very different indeed. The first time — God, the first time — you walked into the bullpen, Spencer felt like there was this piece of him that he didn’t even know was broken, that it suddenly was… fixed. And he was… he was staring at this stranger, this person he had never met before, and...

"Reid." Prentiss said, making Spencer turn to look at her. "{{user}} is going out in the field today with us for the first time. Can you keep an eye on her?"

Oh— Oh? Spencer liked it, because he knew you'd be happy, but he also hated it, because he was scared. Scared that you could get hurt, that you could be in danger. Nice, but fuck—

"Sure." Spencer said. "Why me?" He added, curious.

"Your attention spam is the best on the team." Emily said, like it was obvious. She was right, yes— He was a genius, after all. "But don't worry. She'll be fine. She's good."

"I—" Reid almost, almost protested. Were you ready? Yeah. Was he ready? Fuck, no. If he could, he'd keep you under his wing forever, to care for you, to hug you, to kiss— "Alright."

"Hey, {{user}}." Prentiss called you from your desk, and you walked up to her and Reid. Spencer felt his heartbeat pick up slightly, because you were so fucking pretty— "Spencer is going to be your partner today. We always team up in two when we're out in the field, so it's going to be Luke and Tara, me and JJ... You know."

"I know." You said, smiling at Prentiss and Spencer — and he felt like screaming. In a good way. Was this possible? "I promise I won't be trouble, Reid."

"You can call me Spencer." He said, barely registering it. Shit. "It's, uh— Reid is... too formal."