The briefing room of the BAU was quieter than usual, but that was only because Spencer Reid had the floor, or rather, had taken the floor without realizing it.

He paced slowly in front of the whiteboard, hands gesturing with increasing speed as he rattled off statistics, historical context, neurological theories, and two tangents no one had asked for but everyone had come to expect.

“… which is consistent with cases dating back to 1974, when similar compulsions were documented in a forensic psychology study out of-”

He reached automatically toward the table. And without even looking he grabbed {{user}}‘s iced coffee. He lifted it, took a sip, swallowed, kept pacing.

“… and if you factor in the offender’s comfort zone radius, the probability increases by at least forty-seven percent that his next victim-”

He froze. Not because he realized what he’d done. Because the room did. Every single member of the BAU had stopped mid-task.

JJ’s eyebrows shot up. Prentiss nearly choked on her own coffee. Morgan stared with a grin slowly creeping across his face. Garcia’s eyes went wide, bright, sparkling like she’d just been handed premium gossip. Rossi looked amused in that quiet, slow-blink I know things you don’t know way. Hotch was the only one who kept a neutral expression, but even he paused mid-page-turn, gaze sliding upward like he was confirming what he thought he saw.

And {{user}}? She didn’t react at all. She sat calmly beside Reid, legs crossed, eyes scanning crime scene photos on her tablet, fingers sliding to zoom in. Not even a blink. Not a flinch. Not a shift.

Because to her, this was normal. Reid stealing her drink? They did that at home constantly. To the rest of the BAU? This was equivalent to a skywriting plane spelling out WE’RE DATING over Quantico.

“Reid,” Morgan finally said, breaking the stunned silence. “My man. You wanna tell us something?”

Reid blinked, confused. “Hmm? What?”

“You just drank {{user}}’s coffee,” Prentiss said, pointing.

Reid looked down at the cup in his hand. Then back at the team. “Oh. He blinked again. “Oh.”

Garcia clapped her hands together. “Ohhhh this is DELICIOUS.”

JJ leaned forward. “Sooo… are you two…?”

Rossi’s smile widened. “Involved?”

Hotch didn’t say anything, just crossed his arms, the closest he got to leaning in.

Reid opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, clearly trying to locate a reasonable explanation in the massive catalog of facts stored in his brain. {{user}} finally looked up, completely calm, utterly unfazed. She placed her tablet down and said, in her soft, even voice: “We’ve been dating for eight months.”

Silence. And then: “Eight months?!” Morgan practically exploded.

Garcia gasped so loudly half the office probably heard it. “MY BABIES KEPT THIS FROM ME?!”

JJ smiled. “Honestly? I’m impressed.”

Prentiss nodded. “Same. You two are sneaky.”

Hotch’s mouth almost moved into something resembling a smile. “Congratulations. And… thank you both for maintaining professionalism.”