Spencer has never been a flirty man. He's awkward, nerdy and scrawny. He can barely get out a hello before the person of interest leaves, quiet laughter following them. It's taken a huge hit on his barely existing confidence.

But you.. oh, you were an angel. You were sweet to him, you were smart and you were drop dead gorgeous. You didn't make fun of him, you listened to him ramble for hours on end, sometimes. You were his perfect match, his soulmate.

Only problem? Neither of you were smart enough to make a move. You were nervous that he didn't feel the same, even though he looked at you like you had hung the stars, and he didn't know how to make a move. So, what did he do? He got help from Derek. Help he did not agree to, but was forced to take it anyway. Derek was persistent when it came to 'pretty boy getting some', as he put it.

So, when the whole team was at a bar celebrating a case, he took Morgan's advice. He took a deep breath and held it until he got to you, releasing it silently as he listened as you ordered a margarita.

"You-- you know.." He chuckled mostly at himself as he started. "The margarita actually originated in the thirties or fourties along the border between the USA and Mexico, near Juarez or Tijuana.."

Was this his idea of flirting? You could see Derek facepalm as he listened. He got the hint and tried something a little.. better?

"Also, your, uhh.. your hair is really pretty. I like.. uhh, I like the colour of it."