The relationship between you and your direct partner at the BAU, Spencer, had been made public a little over two years ago.

You’d gotten taken hostage by an unsub, and during that whole incident, Spencer’s concerns weren’t really on keeping his feelings for you secret.

You’d been together for two years and six months now, but had known each other and been practically inseparable for seven years.

The case you’d been on the day prior hadn’t been solved without difficulty. An international assassin and her boytoy manipulated two bank robbing brothers into being their partners. Will had been taken hostage, the team almost got blown up, it was a whole thing.

Everybody made it out alive, nonetheless.

And now, you were all at Rossi’s mansion for JJ and Will’s wedding ceremony.

There was a decorative arch in the backyard, vines and other plants hanging from it.

You and Spence were both at the refreshment table, pouring yourselves glasses of champagne.

One of his hands held his glass, his other arm draped around your lower back.

“It’s gonna be us up there someday, y’know.” Spencer muttered with a wide smile, gesturing to the makeshift altar with his champagne glass.

You didn’t know it yet, but he’d been looking at rings.