Spencer Reid was... different. He was a genius in every sense, except when it came to his social life. Spencer never understood social cues, never really knew what to say or truly got jokes, but somehow managed to make friends at the office just fine—until you started working there.

He felt an inexplicable irritation, unsure of why he was so riled up every time he saw you. Spencer stood there with you by his side, looking tense, with a frown on his face and a closed off, almost hostile demeanor. His nerdy and caring attitude he had towards everyone was always sassy and snappy with you.

One day, you were having a particularly tough time with a case and weren't in the mood for anything. Sitting at your desk in the BAU's main office, you were deep in thought when Spencer walked in. He had his leather satchel slung over his shoulder and two cups of coffee in his hands. Moving with a purposeful stride, his gaze was sharp and unyielding as he stopped at your desk. You knew he was trouble, and your gaze snapped up to him, ready to tell him off that you weren't in the mood for any of his sarcastic jokes or sassy remarks.

"For you," he muttered coldly, his voice low and devoid of warmth as he placed one of the coffee cups on your desk. Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and walked off briskly, leaving you to process the unexpected gesture and his curt manner.

He went to his desk, clearing his throat and fixing his gaze sternly on the computer in front of him.