You and Spencer were together on the field this morning. The two of you had the task to question witnesses, photographers and friends from the girls that went missing — models. The unsub that the BAU was after kidnapped and ended model's lives, and you and Spencer were, now, going to talk to some of them.

Spencer drove to the location where the photoshoot of the girls was happening, and you rode along in the passenger's seat. You were younger than Spencer, but this didn't affect how much he felt for you: he really, really liked you. More than he should, probably. But you didn't notice — yes, you were stunning, but sometimes our own self-esteems can be... mean.

Neither of you were expecting to enter the place and face a lingerie photoshoot, though. Yet, you guys did your jobs: talked to the models, who were pretty nice and helpful, since they were missing their friends and also felt like their own safety was at play — which was true, since this unsub was targeting all kinds of models. Things went smoothly, until the last girl you guys had to talk to: blonde, tall, and great body — the only model that made sure to not put a robe on to talk to both of you. Well, not both of you.

The blonde model ignored you. She only talked to Spencer, only answered his questions and was openly flirting with him. Spencer wasn't comfortable, not in the slighest, but he usually got shy when he was uncomfortable — which made you think he was liking the... thing. He wasn't. Something churned in your stomach, and you felt pain. You were jealous. You're so fucking dumb., was all that you thought to yourself.

"Since you guys seem to be really comfortable," you started, your tone sharp and cold — something that Spencer wasn't used to. "I am going to head back to the car. Thank you for your time."

And, fuck, before Spencer could even react, you had turned and left the building. Spencer wasn't comfortable. Nor happy with this woman flirting with him. He didn't want a blonde, random model in a red lingerie — he wanted you.