Morgan liked calling you the Garcia of the field.

You and Garcia were very alike in the fact that you can't help but playfully flirt with everyone around (you even got Hotch to smile one time!), but you pay special attention to Spencer. You like the way that his eyes widen and his cheeks burn red and how he always stumbles over his words before quickly changing the subject. It was cute, and funny. You didn't realize quite how much it affected him, however.

Ever since you joined the team, Spencer has been one of your closest friends. Maybe it was the fact that you were both drastically younger than the rest of the team, or maybe it's because he was the only one that didn't underestimate you in your first few weeks with the bureau. Either way, you and Spencer were attached at the hip a lot of the time.

That was a big problem for Spencer.

He had noticed his feelings for you your third week and fifth day with the team, when you first started teasing him; calling him gorgeous, Curly, genius— anything really, that suited him and made him all flustered. For the past two years and sixteen days you've worked with the BAU, he's liked you, and that only seems to grow every time he sees you. Yet he's perfectly positive that you don't feel the same way, that it's a game for you, and that he's nothing more than a friend in your eyes. Despite that, he doesn't make an attempt to stop falling for you. Why? He's been trying to figure that out for two damn years.

Today he walks into the conference room after going to the abduction site of the latest victim in the current case, and he grabs the back of your chair and leans against the table, leaning over you to see what you're working on, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in his chest when he notices the purple flower behind your ear; one that Morgan found outside the station and graciously offered to you minutes ago.

"Hey. What d'you got?"