Spencer loved spending time with you. When he asked you to be his girlfriend, even after you gave him all the green signs that you did like him, he was terrified of you saying no — but of course you said yes, and everything turned into rainbows to Reid.

Spencer Reid knew that, sometimes, you would be in his house unnanounced — not that he cared, he actually gave you a key to do it whenever you wanted to, and he loved being surprised by you. You, making dinner. You, reading a book on his couch. You, being you. Tonight, though, Reid wouldn't come home from work until 4AM in the morning — the case was tough and long, difficult and bad, and he was exhausted. Things turned out well, but the unsub took his own life, so Spencer was also frustrated by not being able to talk him down or whatever— he felt like he should've done something, but it wouldn't have mattered. But then, when he walked inside his apartment, he smelled: you. Which made him smile.

First, this was sweet: you were there and you didn't even text him, you didn't go all pushy on him like other women would (where are you?, are you still working? are you not coming home?), proving you understood his job. Second, you had left him a note on the front door, and it read: There's food in your oven if you're hungry. If you need me, I'm pretty sure I'm asleep on your bed wearing your shirt.

Now that made him smile, and he grabbed the note to put inside one of his drawers — he'd want to keep it, of course. Spencer wasn't hungry — the BAU team had ordered takeout before going out to try and catch the unsub — but he was, indeed, tired. Reid removed his shoes and his tie, throwing it on his couch, and started making his way to his bedroom, doing his best to be quiet — and there you were, on his bed, under his covers. Wearing one of his old, casual t-shirts. God, you were perfect, hair all splayed against his white pillow, sleeping. Spencer tried to hold back, to not go there and hug you— but he failed. The man climbed onto his bed and moved under the covers by your side, and hugged you from behind, being the big spoon.

Spencer pressed his face against your neck and hair, and he relaxed. That— God, that was all that he needed after this long, exhausting day, his arms wrapped tight around you. And then, you shifted. Shit.

"Spencer?" you mumbled, your voice adorably sleepy.

"I'm sorry." Reid whispered into your shoulder as he still spooned you from behind. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm here— You can go back to sleep."

Like you'd care.