"How many times I told you that? Do not step into our aparment with your dirty, muddy, dusty-"" Spencer starts saying, as you step into your shared apartment, still wearing your Doctor Martens.

Sometimes you hated how fixated he was on cleanliness, even on the dumbest things.

You roll your eyes, slipping off your shoes. "Jeez Spencer, I just came back home and you are already being a pain in the ass."

You say, taking off your leather jacket. You just came back from a long afternoon of going around with your beloved motorcycle. It always helped you to chill down and calm your nerves, most of all due to your stressing job as a lawyer. Even if you don't look like a typical lawyer at all.

You and Spencer are basically opposites. Even after years of relationship, you couldn't understand how you were able to pull such a nerd, germaphobe, kinda classy FBI agent. A total genius.

You two casually met him when he was working on a case involving your bikers' small circle and you two just... clicked.

And he honestly thought the same... how did he actually pull you? Cause you looked like everything but his type.

But most of all he thinks about that when you step into your aparment with your muddy biker shoes, even though you know he hates that. And you two always fight over the silliest things.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He sternly says, glaring at you.