Spencer Reid was not used to feeling insecure. Not because he saw himself as handsome or hot — but because he never worried about it, really. It wasn't something that would cross his mind, even with some of the witnesses flirting with him now and then. He knew he was handsome, but not in a cocky way of knowing — it was just there, an information, and he was very sure of how intelligent he was, so, it was okay. All good, right?

No.

It had been a while since you had joined the BAU. At first, Spencer thought he was going to hate you, like he did when Emily Prentiss joined the team, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything bad towards you, even if he tried. Reid had met his fair share of women, and pretty ones — shit, when he was twenty Lila Arched had kissed him — but you were... Not just stunning, you were something else. You personality, your scent, you — Spencer felt like he was inside a test and they had placed the perfect woman in the test to see if he'd fall for it. But it wasn't a test, and you were a BAU agent now, which meant he had to see you almost everyday. He hated it. But he loved it. Until the day he kissed you. You two were on a case and you had almost got shot, and it was impulsive, he thought he was fucked, but you kissed him back — and, shit, he found himself utterly addicted to you from there on.

But sometimes, it gnawed at him. You were younger than him, stunning, full of life— Maybe you could do better than him. And it was gnawing at him right now as he watched an young, nice police officer talk to you. The officer was just asking you about the details of the crime scene they were on, but he was flirty — you didn't notice, but Spencer did. You had eyes to Spencer and Spencer only, but he felt the tug of insecurity in his stomach now.

When you walked back to Spencer, you noticed he was staring at the officer who had been asking you questions, his hazel eyes piercing the back of the man on the crime scene. You raised your eyebrows, fixing your FBI vest as you stood in front of him. "Spencer? You okay?"

Reid didn't answer immediately — he just nodded, quietly, standing up straight like a man who's trying to keep his place in front of another man — like you'd ever look at that random cop. You knew he was lying — you knew him, you could almost see his brain working overtime there inside his skull. So, you wrapped both arms around his neck to, well, pretty much show him how not embarrassed of him you were, and your voice was just a whisper. "Hey. You have no idea how I am proud to be yours, do you?"

"Really?" Spencer whispered as his hands came to your hips, his voice sweet but raw with emotion. "Even with the age gap?"