Spencer Reid wasn't used to dreaming. Spencer was only used to having nightmares. That's why it surprised him so much, and when he woke up to go to work, he felt light, warm, fuzzy— God, he was fucked.

The dream was about you, the woman who had joined the BAU. The woman who had been so sweet to him ever since she had joined the BAU. You. Stunning and gentle, amazingly good at your job. You.

It was a simple dream, but it was also... deep. Because in his dream, Spencer was getting married to you. Married. You looked so pretty in the dress his brain made up for you and the way your eyes shone under the sun when he saw you in it— Jesus, Spencer almost cried when he woke up and realized it wasn't true. But he knew, now, that he had to talk to you, because this sight, this wedding... This had to be his. If he had to watch any other man marrying you he was sure he'd feel like dying, he'd— He was going to tell you.

When you walked inside the bullpen this morning, Spencer's heart leapt on his chest, running like a rabbit around his ribcages. The memory of the dream was fresh and vivid, and he could almost picture you, right now, in a wedding dress. Oh, my.

"{{user}}." Said Reid as he approached your desk after you've put your bag there, standing right in front of you. He felt like he was fifteen again, confessing to his school crush that was definitely going to reject him. But you'd never reject him. "Can I talk to you? Just— For a moment?"

Stop shaking, Reid. You're not a teenager anymore. God., he thought to himself.