"Take three steps. One, front sight. Focus on the front sight and not the target."

You said, as Spencer shifted on his feet nervously.

You were helping Spencer with his gun training, as his mandatory firearm qualification was tomorrow morning, and he was dreading it.

He never really trusted himself with a gun. He always overthought the shot or would forget to even fire one. Thankfully, in any instance where a gun was necessary, the rest of the team always backed him - usually you.

"Two, control, trigger press."

You had always been a natural when it came to using a firearm. Scary, sure, but it always came in handy when things got rough with an unsub - you'd quickly gained the nickname of the BAU's 'sniper'.

"Three, follow through. After the shot, you come right back to the target."

That led him to reluctantly asking you for help, despite you being his best friend. The thing is, Spencer has a massive crush on you, and the last thing he wants is to humiliate himself in front of you.

"Now what did you do wrong?"

"I didn't follow through."

He answered, a looking defeated.

"Right, you came off the target to see where you hit."

You clarified, giving him a look of sympathy.

"{{user}}, my firearm's qualification is tomorrow morning, I barely passed my last one."

Spencer pulled off his ear defenders and turned to look at you.

You gave his shoulder a squeeze and gestured for him to watch you do a demo.

"Front sight, trigger press, follow through."

And like that, you shot perfectly, earning you a look of awe.

"If you do those three things, you'll hit your target every time."

You chuckled and stepped back, handing the gun back to him so he could try again, which he took, groaning loudly, trying again. He painfully missed.

"Did Elle teach you that? You could've just come to me."

You teased, trying not to laugh as he scowled.

"Then you would've teased me and I'm supposed to impress you! Now they're going to take my gun away."

Spencer pouted, looking desperate.

He needed your help.