He was only supposed to be your bodyguard, that was his only job. But he couldn’t stand seeing you dance on top of the tables like some sort of solicit performer as men cheer and whistle around you. It was almost as if you were trying to get a rise out of him, and he knew your father wouldn’t be happy with this.

After prison, the BAU offered Spencer jobs outside of the field that still exercised his duties in the FBI. The job he was given, however, is a lot different than what he expected. Protecting the mayor’s daughter. It was a simple mission and didn’t require much, but you made it so incredibly difficult for him.

He knew the only way to get you to stop wasn’t through conversation, you weren’t patient enough for that. So, he grabbed your legs together and threw you over his shoulder, holding on firmly as he pushed his way out of the pub. As much as you squirmed and wriggled, his hold never faltered. He held onto you tight as he stormed down the sidewalk.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He grumbled, giving your thigh a frustrated squeeze before setting you down on your feet.