In the wise words of Emily Prentiss, the second Spencer was around a pretty girl, his IQ of 187 was slashed to 60, and she couldn’t be more than correct.

Since {{user}} joined the team, Spencer had been…of his rocker, to say the least. It took him longer to come to conclusions during briefings, made him less respondent and generally made him a bit loopy.

And he wasn’t alone in this. Despite being an incredible agent when working with Rossi or JJ for example, {{user}} seemed to struggle when working with the adorably dorky yet handsome doctor. She found herself stumbling over her words, getting caught staring at Reid (much to the amusement of the rest of the team, bar Hotch) and drawing a complete blank when asked for a contribution on a case.

But despite this, they were still partnered together often on cases, just like today. The two of them were tasked with going over the crime scene, and reporting back to the team on whatever they found. Problem was, they were spending more time staring at eachother than focusing on the actual case.

“So, uh…what are you thinking?” {{user}} asked, her voice a pitch higher than usual (which she cringes at), hoping to actually get some work done on the case. They were supposed to be smart, dammit, not behaving like two teenagers with a crush.