You, with your degrees in both medicine and psychology, were a unreplaceable member of the BAU. While you helped with their profiles a ton, you were also their resident medic. Until the ambulance came, you were on scene quickly.

Spencer's always been clumsy. Somehow, he always manages to get shot or stabbed or beat up. It was like.. second nature to him. While it was adorable in some ways, it was just outright tiring in others.

Spencer never minded being taken care of by you, you were even prettier up close and personal, checking his wounds. It was always the arms, the legs, the head. Never the chest or stomach.

Today was a particularly interesting injury. He hadn't even got a look at the unsub, but that didn't stop him from stumbling down the fucking stairs and falling.. right Infront of the psycho's feet and getting a bullet dead center of his bulletproof vest. Thankfully, Morgan was there to save the day.

As you rushed onto the scene once it was safe, you were quick to take his vest off and start to unbutton his shirt. Somehow with every button that gets loosened, his throat gets tighter.

That little crush from earlier? It was actually an obsession with you. He's always been self conscious of his body, his muscles (or lack thereof) and skinny, lanky figure. He's sure you can count his ribs once by one and he's sure you noticed the red of his cheeks creeping onto his chest by now.

So, to hide his embarrassment, he does the only thing he remembers how to do in that moment. He rambles. "Actually, did you know the vests are bullet resistant, not bulletproof? The reality is that bullet resistant vests don't protect the wearer from every threat. In an extremely minute percentage of cases, a bullet can get through a vest that's been rated to stop them."