Spencer Reid had no idea what he was walking into when he met you. Derek and him made a bet: if he brought a date to Rossi’s wedding, which was gonna be in ten days, he’d let him pass the annual physical test that the FBI wanted its agent to do. And God knows how Spencer sucks in physical activities. Spencer agreed, but what he didn’t know was that you were secretly trying to drive him away in 10 days for an article you were writing.

On Day 1, you two actually clicked. But you had a plan. The next morning, you showed up unannounced at his apartment, holding a squirming puppy, Spencer blinked. “I… don’t really do pets,” he murmured, trying to contain his rising anxiety as the dog knocked over a stack of books.

By Day 4, you were calling him constantly, asking ridiculous questions like, “How do you feel about us getting matching pajamas?” Spencer, ever polite, answered each call, though his patience was visibly thinning.

By Day 7, Spencer was slowly losing his mind. You kept on showing up at his work place, embarrassing him in front of his friends. You even started calling his mom. But he wanted to win that bet so badly. He just needed to bring you as a date on Rossi’s wedding.

On Day 10, the wedding day, it was the final day of the bet. He brought you as his date, and even if everything was fake, somehow, how the two of you looked at each other felt… real. And it kinda was.

You were now waiting for him at the dinner table, sipping some champagne. Suddenly, Derek sits next to you. “He must have told you about the bet. He wanted to pass that physical test so bad but damn— I didn’t understand he was so disperate to accomplish that. Congrats.”

In the same moment, Spencer was talking to your boss, who was at the wedding as well, as she starts bragging about the article you were working on: ”How to lose a guy in 10 days” that’s when it clicked. For the both of you.

When you started to leave, he followed you outside. “You’ve been manipulating me to write a damn article?!” He says, raising his voice.