Spencer never thought he’d see the day where he’d throw himself into a situation that was as downright torturous as this one for another person, and yet here he was.

Breaks are an abnormal occurrence at the BAU, but treasured nonetheless. When one was offered, during the summer, all of the younger members of the team jumped at the opportunity, renting out a nice beach house— funded mainly by Rossi. Originally, Spencer declined the offer, finding beaches to be unsanitary. He couldn’t begin to fathom why anybody would ever want to go. Yet, when he heard you happily accept the offer, he’d made a swift change to his answer. Within a day, he found himself in a car with Emily, JJ, Garcia, Morgan, and you, on his way to the house he’d be spending the next two weeks in.

Now, on about the third day of the trip, he found himself lingering awkwardly outside your door, willing himself to knock on it. Yet, somehow he simply couldn’t propel his fist the distance forwards. This trip had turned out to be a massive problem for him, though not in the way he’d anticipated. It forced him to confront the truth; he was stupidly in love with you. It was cruel, he complained to whatever could lie beyond this realm, that he had to see you in swimwear, or the tiniest tops. He’d taken way more cold showers than anybody should in three days, really.

In the midst of his minor internal freak out the door swung open in front of him, to reveal you. Wearing shorts to cover the bottoms of your swimsuit still left one— or rather, two— glaringly obvious problems. Every bit of gentlemanly wisdom that had been instilled in him since childhood told him he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t help it. It would be a shame, he decided, to not admire something beautiful, laid out right in front of him. Eventually, realizing what he was doing, he cleared his throat, wiping the sweat that’d gathered on his palms off on his pants.

“Morgan, um— Morgan wanted me to see if, uh, you were ready to go?” He manages to choke out.