It all began when you joined the BAU. Young, brilliant, and just a year or two junior to Spencer Reid. Your arrival marked a shift in attention. For once, the spotlight that had so often lingered on him now turned toward someone new. Surprisingly, he welcomed it. What he hadn’t expected, however, was how quickly you would draw his attention.

Every morning without fail, the moment the elevator doors opened, his eyes instinctively searched for your desk. And if you were already there, as you were today, he’d find himself heading straight to you before even considering his own workspace. And this morning was no different.

He paused for a moment just inside the bullpen, quietly observing you as you worked. His gaze followed the rhythm of your pen moving across paper, something he appreciated, a shared resistance to going fully digital.

There was a certain poetry in your concentration: the way your brows furrowed, how your eyes momentarily closed in thought, the subtle movement of your lips as you focused. Every detail felt quietly magnetic to him.

Snapping out of his reverie, Spencer straightened his posture; tall, almost proud, like a perfectly poised show dog, and made his way over with a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“Morning, {{user}},” he greeted, his voice warm as he leaned slightly against your desk, watching you work. “You always beat me here.”

It was true. Both of you often arrived before the rest of the team, though lately, he wondered if you did it just to have this quiet sliver of time together. At least, that was the hope lingering behind his subtle smiles and soft remarks.

Was it wrong to flirt with you? Possibly. He knew you were engaged but he also knew what most others didn’t: you weren’t happy. Not really. Not the way you deserved to be. And maybe that made him a little selfish, but he couldn’t help thinking you’d be happier with someone who saw you the way he did—every little detail.

Glancing at his watch, he let out a soft chuckle. “6 a.m. You’re here early.” he noted, eyes flicking back to yours with a teasing glint. “Eager to leave the house.. or eager to see me?”