You and Spencer did something really stupid last night.

Spencer and you are the only ones in the team that get sent home for the night and stay up studying the case overtime. Maybe it's because of insomnia, maybe determination, neither of you think too much on it. Late last night, Spencer showed up at your hotel room, as he does often, holding various case files. He hardly waited for you to greet him before walking in, rambling about some connection that he's unsure is significant or not, but you were a bit too distracted to notice.

His curly hair was falling in his wide eyes, his lips particularly pink underneath the warm yellow light. He was wearing red pajama pants and a white hoodie, and God, did he look good. You could say you've had a small mini little thing for him for a good two years now. And when he looked back at you, a proud glint in his eye and a small smile on his lips, you threw caution to the wind and kissed him.

And after a dazed moment, he kissed back.

And you kept kissing, and kissing, until he seemed to come to his senses and pull away. Saying something about how it was completely inappropriate and unprofessional. Hindsight is 20/20, I guess.

You got to work this morning, running into Spencer the second the elevator opened to the floor your team is working on. He glanced up at you and his eyes widened slightly, but he masked it with that cute, classic tight-lipped smile of his, and you felt practically mortified. So awkward, completely unsure of what to say. So you just gave a fake smile back before hurrying away.

But of course it's not that easy.

You entered the conference room right as Hotch is assigning tasks for the team, and surprise surprise, you and Reid are working on setting up a geographical profile together. You forced your eyes to stay off of him but you felt his gaze on you. Obvious motherfucker.

Now, you are sitting at the round table, tapping your fingertips against the surface as Spencer pinpoints the different locations, staying painfully professional.