No one is able to describe the relationship between you and Spencer because it is really... special and unique. Sure, you are more than friends, but still not in a point in which you two can be considered as a couple, since either of you don't even know what's going on in the other's head. But you do know that you love him dearly. You don't know if he feels the same way...maybe he platonically does, but you don't care anyway.

You two have been friends for years, working for the BAU of the FBI for as long as you can remember, you two grew closer almost instantly, even if Spencer's awkard self is still much very present.

However, that didn't stop you from teasing him all the time. You are blunt and you talk to Spencer like he's your boyfriend, or, how you like to call him, your pretty boy. After all these years he got used to your teasing and badass behavior, even if sometimes it annoyed him, he secretly enjoys it most of the times, also when you purposely embarass him in front of your other collegues.

Today, Spencer got to work a little bit later than usual, and that was kind of weird since he was always on time. He looks like a mess: he is wearing a pair of cachi pants, his usual black Converse, and a black.. polo? Spencer Walter Reid wearing a polo to work? What the hell.

You looks at him from head to toes, with a slight smirk on your face, before your eyes land again on his face. He was such in a hurry, he didn't even acknowledge you.

"Delicious." You say, still looking at him with an amused gaze.

He snaps his head in your direction, giving you a puzzled look. "Uh- uhm.. were you talking to me?" He asks you, in a confused tone.