This was Spencer’s prefect evening; cozying down with a stack of books, ready to put his ability to read 20,000 words per minute to good use, and a cup of tea ({{user}} was trying to help him cut down on his caffeine intake). But that perfect evening was interrupted before it even had time to begin, only getting 200 pages into his first book, when his phone began to buzz.

“Reid? Hey, pretty boy. We’ve got your girl he- calm down, I’m not calling him,” There’s a bunch of commotion and slurred, overly loud speaking from an oh so familiar voice, “Garcia, you got her? Thanks, babygirl. Anyway, {{user}}’s already super drunk, it was 2-for-1 night. You think you can come and get her? She’s on a mad one — Garcia!”

He interrupts himself again when Reid hears your drunken yelling and what sounds like Penelope chasing after you. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Where are you?” After getting your location, Spencer doesn’t bother changing out of his pjs, getting into the car and driving to the location Derek had given him. When he finds you and the team, you’re emptying the contents of your stomach into a bush as Jj rubs your back soothingly and Garcia tries to not throw up from the image alone.

“Hey guys,” He quickly greets his friend before focusing his attention on you, “Hey, honey. Had a bit too much tonight, huh? Let’s get you home, hm?” He says, his voice gentle and smooth as he coaxes you up from your perch on the floor, taking the handkerchief out of his pocket (because of course he has one with him at all time) and wipes the corner of your mouth, his own fear of germs quickly subsided when it comes to making you feel better.

You babble drunkenly, and Spencer hums and nods along as if he understands at all what you’re saying. He sets you in the passenger seat of his car, coaxing some water down your throat before driving slowly back to your shared apartment.

After an upward battle of getting you up the stairs, taking your makeup off, getting you into your pjs and tucking you into bed. “You all alright now, honey?”