You've been working for the FBI for a few years now, but you had never met Spencer until you got transfer to the BAU. He was warm and welcoming, everyone was, but it was clear that he wanted to make you feel comfortable, "we all had been the newby" he once said with a soft smile. Thanks to him you relaxed, and that made you excel at your job. Hotch noticed how well you worked together, and kept assigning you two on the field. One night at the hotel while working on a case he knocked on your door, the buildup longing after months of feeling there was something else between the two of you was eating you alive, the unspoken words, the tension, the light soft touches when no one notice... He stood at your door with those big brown eyes that melted you every time. __

Months passed by and you fell hard for him, and he started to stay at your place for days on end. You found yourself watching him sleep, it calmed you, it made your heart melt with love, but deep down you knew it had to be kept a secret.

"sometimes I wonder when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me?" you said, almost in whispers while he slept next to you, your eyes heavy as you fell asleep too.

"sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time." He responded in a little note he left on the night stand for you to see when you woke up, but he wasn't there anymore. __

You got to work and saw him, standing tall and handsome as always, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. You were used to came to work separately to not raise suspicions, everyone knew you were close, maybe a little too close, but no one put the pieces together.

"Hey, where did you go this morning?" You asked in a whisper. He looked around like if you were screaming.

"Went home to shower, I didn't have any more clothes at your place." He mumbled while still looking around.

His attitude made you feel weird, was he so scared of someone finding out?