Days at work where you didn’t have cases had their pros and cons.

They were mostly boring, consisting of nothing but paperwork and coffee breaks.

Yet- it was nice to not feel like the lives of others were at risk.

You were in the copy room, printing out case reports when you felt arms snake around your waist, the feeling of lips against your neck.

“Hey…” Spencer muttered into the crook of your neck, a smile tugging at your lips.