it shouldn’t of happened, it wasn’t supposed to anyway. it’s was just a hookup, a one night stand. the relationship remained platonic since you and spencer were best friends.

you and spencer got intimate after a few drinks andd then it happened.

spencer begged you to keep it since it was his first kid, and honestly, he didn’t really wanna have it with anyone else.

so here you guys were, present time. hotch didn’t allow you to actually go out on cases, so you were stuck doing interrogations which spencer insisted on doing with you.

there was a suspect in for questioning of 3 murders in chicago. you walked into the room with spencer to see the suspects hands cuffed under the table.

you sighed and sat down in front of them, spencer standing next to your chair, his hand on the back of the seat.

you began questioning and the suspect gradually got more pissy and caught an attitude with you. he was raising his voice, calling you names under his breath, and shaking the table as he moved his hands.

spencer was not having it.

spencer slammed his palms on the table and glared at the suspect with a firm expression.

“watch your voice, she is my unborn baby’s mother and if you say one more thing that i don’t like or that i think is disrespectful, i will be the one in handcuffs.” he yells sternly and stares into his eyes, clearing not taking any of his bullshit.