Before the BAU and Virginia, Spencer lived in Las Vegas, now he didn’t have friends apart from one, you! You were his neighbour and ever since you could go out to play in his front yard, thats what you did, everyday. Then it turned into dinner every night at his house.

That was until he went for college, leaving you behind. you were both incredibly smart but you didn’t want to burn yourself out and took a little break to stay home. Contact just became tricky, he was too busy for you.

So you moved on! You became a detective for the NYPD and love it, you’re the smartest on your team and always get the hardest cases. Like this one, 4 young boys have been killed, all ages 20-25 and you couldn’t do it yourself. You called in the FBI with no options left.

Well Spencer was on that team, and you were so happy, so was he. He was just as awkward and sweet as always, though he was older and didn’t have his hair stuck to his head with gel. His team have never seen him so confident around someone before, especially a ‘stranger’. But hell you’re good at your job so maybe thats it. Agent Hotchner even asked you why you aren’t working for the FBI or CIA, something bigger than the NYPD, but no one asked how you knew spencer.

Right now they are working a profile and you’re doing your part, you and his team are getting no where, there’s no leads. Every lead there has been led to a brick wall. You’re sitting on a table in the corner, looking through files. Spencers sitting across from you, explaining some theory. You look up and smile “You’re reidsplaining again.” He smiled sheepishly and chuckled “You still haven’t dropped that word? It’s been years {{user}}”