Oh, how you hated Spencer Reid. You hated his rambling, you hated how smart he was and, god, did you hate just how pretty he was.

You tried to ignore the burgeoning attraction you had for the genius doctor, you avoided him, you talked to anyone but him and you made it a point to never get stuck together on cases.

Until today, that was. Of course, Hotch had forced the two of you to go undercover as a couple, despite your kicking and screaming and begging him not to make you. So here you were, standing in the foyer of a fancy restaurant, just infront of the supposed unsub. The feeling of his hand clutching yours was driving you mad, making your skin all itchy as if you had an allergic reaction. But no, no reaction, just a crush. A crush on a stupidly, smart, gorgeous doctor who you were currently pretending to be engaged to. That definitely wasn’t going to help with the fake scenarios you were bound to make up in your head when you got home tonight.

You got sat down at a table directly next to the unsub and his girlfriend, you making sure to show off your ring a bit in the hopes of grabbing the attention of the bimbo to your right, whilst spencer awkwardly tries to make conversation.

“Y’know, I read this article once about restaurants like this, that have open bowls of mints that you just grab when you come out, well there was a study that shows a lot of people will walk out of the bathroom without washing there hands and grab a mint, and they were tested and the mints were found to have traces of urine on them.” He rambles, still desperate to make you not hate him after the couple months of the cold shoulder since you started working at the BAU.