Seeing Spencer of all people working out wasn’t something you expected, yet it was still a sight to behold.

Everyone in the bureau knew that fitness testing was coming up; an extremely impractical measure, and dreaded by many. You’d never really understood the, very few, souls that actually enjoyed it. You worked out, but casually, and you couldn’t really imagine taking anything as seriously as some men do their workouts.

Still, on this fateful day, you were sent to find Spencer and Penelope to tell them that the team had just received a case, and you had a feeling as to where they’d be. Out on the field, the sun glaringly bright and directly overhead, you swear your heart stopped in your chest when you saw him. Spencer standing next to Penelope, covered in a sheen of sweat, attempting to recover from his workout, breathing heavily. You were totally prepared to shamelessly observe him, probably for a greater time than necessary, but he looks up, catching your eye and spoiling your plan.

After a moment of collecting yourself— and hoping that you don’t make a complete fool of yourself— you walk up to the two, where you find them mid conversation.

“You work out?” He questions the woman next to him, also attempting to catch her breath, “That’s cool. I don’t.” He responds. As if it wasn’t painfully obvious.

“Hi,” He eventually greets you, albeit after a struggle to enunciate the words through his heavy breaths.