You and Spence had been together for a little over a year now. You’d moved in together about six months ago.

It was a Saturday, no case. That meant that you had the day off.

You and Spence were preparing to go out for a walk around DC, maybe grab some lunch, stop by a book store.

When you made your way back over to him, he immediately smiled, huffing a small laugh.

“Is that my cardigan?” He asked, draping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you stepped outside.