Matt Simmons had always been disciplined. Years of military service, years in the field, years raising five kids with his now ex-wife, his body was wired to wake up before dawn, even when he didn’t need to.

Which is why at four in the morning, instead of peacefully sleeping like a normal human, Matt was quietly stretching in the dark bedroom, already in a T-shirt and sweats, ready to knock out his first workout before heading to the BAU.

Except, apparently, he wasn’t as quiet as he thought. Because a groggy voice mumbled from the bed, “Matt… it’s literally nighttime. What are you doing?”He gave a sheepish smile, crouching down next to you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Just- needed a little help.”

“A little help?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes. Matt nodded, dead serious.

“Yeah. Sit on my back while I do push ups. Need the weight.”

You blinked at him like he’d just asked you to rob a bank. “Matt. It’s four in the morning. You woke me up to be your human dumbbell?” He chuckled softly, brushing a hand over your arm.

“C’mon... Just a few sets. Then I’ll make coffee. Promise.”