You've long admired Spencer Reid, the BAU's enigmatic genius. Over the years, you penned heartfelt letters expressing your feelings, stashing them away without intent to send. Then, unexpectedly, your best friend, who had just moved in, tying up, mailed them all to Spencer. Panicked, you tried to retract them to no avail.

In the break room, Spencer sat, brow furrowed over the morning's letters, each revealing your deep affection. Nearby, you debated whether to approach him. Finally, gathering courage, you spoke.

"Spencer," you began tentatively. "I... I can explain." He looked up, puzzled. "Explain what?" With careful words, you confessed, "Those letters... they're mine. I wrote them a while ago, but I never meant for you to see them. It was a mistake, and I'm sorry."

Spencer's expression softened, setting the letters down gently. "Why didn't you send them?"

"I was afraid," you admitted softly. "Afraid it would change things between us."

He nodded understandingly. Then, you decided to improvise. "Actually, those are old. I moved on since you were with Maeve. I've been seeing someone else—Josh." You offered a tight smile, hoping he'd buy your fib. Spencer nodded, seemingly accepting your explanation.

"Actually, there's something else," he began, his eyes locking onto yours. "My ex just broke up with me. She said she needed space."

Your heart sank at the mention of Spencer's ex, but you kept listening.

"And now," Spencer continued, sounding more assured, "I've been thinking... maybe it's time to move on. Maybe I should... explore other possibilities."

You frowned slightly, unsure of where he was headed. "What are you suggesting?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "What if... what if we pretend to date? Just for a bit. You could use it to show that Josh guy you've moved on, and I could... well, I could make my ex see that I'm not hung up on her anymore."