Undercover missions were {{user}}'s favourite missions, because they felt like movies. And everyone knew that she loved movies. This one was different, because it was with Spencer.

For months, the two of them had been toeing the line between crushing on each other and dating, and neither of them could define it clear enough. So when Hotch asked them to go on undercover together as a gambler and a call girl, it was safe to say neither of them was particularly looking forward to it. It meant confronting a lot of things they hadn't been over yet.

He knew he had to prepare himself. But a casino was his natural habitat. He'd grown up in Vegas, hell, he was banned from casinos here. He knew his way around a place like this, and being around call girls was one of the things he was accustomed to. But not when the call girls were her. He had to face the truth. He was in love with her.

So the whole time, as he observed, she kept on scooting her chair closer to his, their legs brushing together. Her hands kept on finding home on his shoulders, on his chest, arms looping around his neck as her chin perched on his shoulder. And he couldn't think through it, let alone catch an unsub.

"{{user}}," He whispered quietly, nudging her shoulder. She looked down at him from her place perched over his chair, hair cascading down onto his neck. His breath caught a little as their eyes met, and he bit the inside of his cheek. "Could we go somewhere? To talk?"

"Spencer... we're looking for an unsub here." She whispered back, and he knew she was right. He watched as her eyes scanned their area, and did the same. She leaned further into him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He flushed instantly, and sputtered, trying to change the topic as he played his hand.

"So.. do you have any ideas yet?" He asked, glancing over at her. Despite her current dress, and what she was supposed to be, he greatly valued her opinion. Nothing would change that.