The shoot range — that was the first place Spencer had taken {{user}} after a long day at BAU and a little situation happened on one of the missions.

Another Spencer situation happened to someone else that didn’t happen to be him; freezing with the gun in hand and not knowing when to shoot.

“Okay, now try aiming again,” he spoke, the shooting range being quiet for once. It wasn’t every day where people had it to themselves and practiced whatever they wanted to practice with.

Though, the gun to be pulled on him was expected it. It was all fun and games really considering how the two always joked and teased one another while the others weren’t around.

“Haha, very funny, sweetheart,” he chuckled, walking up to the pistol, the nose of it pressed into his chest as he leant down; breath fanning off the skin that always called out to him.

“You aren’t the first person to aim a gun at me… you look cute trying to, anyways.”

Turning the gun to face the poster, he then stood behind {{user}}, face still connected close to he neck.

“Now, aim it that way, this time…”