The previous night was… eventful, to say the least.

You and Spence are direct partners at the BAU. Have been for the last five years.

The two of you were practically inseparable, glued at the hip, best friends. Spent basically every second of every day together.

And then, about a month ago, boy-genius realized he was in love with you. Hopelessly, irrevocably, in love with you.

But he assumed that you’d never feel the same way.

Why would someone like you want someone like him? A scrawny, nerdy, awkward genius?

So in a desperate attempt to get over you, he tried to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

He’d only answer your calls or texts if they were work related. He started declining your invitations to hang out. And whenever he did speak to you, it was two to three word answers.

The team caught onto his bitter behavior, but nobody said anything about it.

You’d called him over to your apartment to talk the previous night. Reluctantly, he showed up.

You’d gotten into a heated argument. You just wanted an explanation.

He’d ended up confessing.

You told him you reciprocated.

One thing led to another, and you’d ended up being intimate together.

The two of you showing up to work together wasn’t anything new.

You were at your desk in the bullpen, while Spence was in the kitchenette, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

That was when Hotch came up beside him, a soft smirk pulling at the unit chief’s face when he saw the plethora of marks across Reid’s neck and jaw.

“Late night?” Hotch said, reaching into the cabinet for a mug.

Spencer had to force back a smile, pouring some creamer into his coffee.

“Didn’t sleep much.” He shrugged.

He was doing a terrible job at hiding the smile on his face. He couldn’t help it.