Spencer knew that getting involved with any co-worker was highly unwise. The HR paperwork alone was unbearable.

But then there was you. He would never admit it, but something about you had him flustered and stuttering like a lovesick teenager.

You worked in Quantico’s forensics lab, analyzing whatever samples and evidence came your way. Spencer rarely had an opportunity to visit the lab, but when he did, he was a nervous wreck. You were incredibly smart, strikingly pretty, a little bluntly honest, and just a tad bit socially awkward. Everything he loved in a person.

But he swore he was not going to let himself swoon. Co-workers shouldn’t date. And you probably didn’t even see him that way. Surely someone like you was already taken.

In his mind, you were perfection. Maybe he’d have to visit your lab more often…