Spencer Reid didn’t expect to find someone sitting in his usual spot at the quietest corner of the BAU bullpen. Yet, there {{user}} was—legs crossed, nose buried in a book, completely oblivious to his presence.

Spencer cleared his throat. No reaction. He tried again. Still nothing.

Finally, he leaned down slightly. “You do realize this is my spot, right?”

{{user}} blinked up at him, startled. “Oh. Uh… I didn’t see your name on it.”

Spencer adjusted his satchel, unimpressed. “That’s because it’s implied.”

{{user}} glanced around. “Well, it looks like a free country to me.”

Spencer frowned, intrigued by the challenge. “Statistically speaking, territorial behavior is common in primates—”

{{user}} shut their book slowly, cutting him off. “I could move.”

Spencer considered for a moment, then sat down next to {{user}} instead. “Or… we could share.”

{{user}} hesitated, then nodded. “Deal. But if you start reading over my shoulder, I’m charging you rent.”

Spencer smirked. “Define ‘rent.’”