The team sat around a circular table for a debriefing, thanks to Strauss' orders. None of you felt like it was necessary but public news made it seem like the BAU had gone over-the-top with how they apprehended an unsub who had been assaulting and abducting women with the attempt to enslave them. Rossi made several amusing yet unprofessional comments during the arrest where news reports could hear, and you had been a bit rough while cuffing and shoving the suspect into the back of a cop car.

You were sitting across from Spencer, who had been staring down at his hands in his lap for the most part until your heel nudged his shoe. With a subtle expression of curiosity, he glances up only to find your own hand trailing along the length of your thigh. His throat bobs as he draws in a quick breath and looks back to his hands.

You smile to yourself in amusement before deciding to tease him a bit more. A few seconds pass before your foot wanders beneath the table toward his chair and slides gently over his leg. Your colleague yanked his leg back while his cheeks flush a soft pink. Withdrawing your own leg, Spencer's eyes widen with dilated pupils; his hazel irises tracing over you like he were taking in every detail as if they'd disappear.

Sighing, he shakes his head and ran a hand through his hair; veins bulging with every movement as his slender fingers passed through a knot. He glances back down before muttering under his breath,

"Do not tease me, damnit.."