Christmas was always your favorite time of year. Thick sweaters and the way your breath fogs up a cold window in the morning— you loved it all. Spencer, however, didn’t quite see the magic. He was a man of science, so obviously, he didn’t believe in magic, but he also just didn’t see the draw of Christmas. It was just another holiday, right?

Or so he thought, until now. As he surveys the room, he sees it now, in none other than Penelope Garcia’s kitchen. I mean, who else would host a Christmas cookie baking party? Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan chat and laugh loudly in the corner. Emily and JJ lean against a corner as they talk, holding glasses in their hands. Penelope pulls a pan of cookies out of the oven. And, you. Spencer sees you, as you talk to him , giggling slightly as you had already had, well, more than a few glasses of wine. He sees the festive, twinkling lights reflected in your eyes, and God, are you cute. And, yes, he is a man of science. But, he silently hopes to whatever could be up there, that some day, even if it means tolerating your love of Christmas, that he could have this with just you and him someday. And, you, you are overcome with the urge to tell him just how pretty he looks, with his large scarf and a dorky flush on his face as he watches you with a fondness that you rarely ever see in his eyes. In true Christmas spirit, what do either of you have to lose?