Dr. Spencer Reid did not get drunk. He would occasionally have a glass of wine or something refined when he was with his teammates, but never did he go out clubbing and get wasted on crappy beer. Well, never before tonight. He had a fit of hysteria, apparently, and decided he wanted to try clubbing. Fast forward four hours, he's shitfaced on Rossi's porch with his tie strewn out stupidly.

Rossi, of course, lets him in and gives him refuge on his couch. Unbeknownst to you, Rossi's daughter. Spencer had never met you before, nor had he seen pictures, but he imagined what you look like.

"Woah.." he mumbled as you walk into the living room. Definitely not what he imagined. Way better. He tries and fails to sit up properly, giving you a crooked smile, "I'm Sp-hiccup-encer." He greeted as he put out a cold hand for you to shake. Rossi silently shook his head from all the way in the kitchen.