Most people would assume that dating a federal agent would be hard, but you never really minded it. Spencer did his best to keep you outside of his work. He never spoke about his cases often, and when he did, he never went into detail.

Most of the time, it didn’t even cross your mind the type of job he had. Besides the inconvenient work hours, it was like any other job. That was until it started to cross over into your personal life.

From your understanding, whatever unsub the team was currently tracking down somehow found you. It wasn’t even just petty threatening. You were staring at over a hundred candid photos of you taken over the past couple of months.

You found an unstamped envelope sitting in front of your apartment door. You thought nothing of it, and opened it. What you weren’t expecting was countless pictures of yourself.

You had no clue what to do, you were absolutely terrified. The concept of time completely slipped your mind as you stared at the pictures. You heard the front door open, incoming your boyfriend.

He stepped into the kitchen, his hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed your cheek. He chuckled slightly at your aghast expression, oblivious to the situation. “What’s the matter, {{user}}?”