The team had just completed a case. To take your minds off of things a bit, everyone was gathered at a local jazz club in DC.

One second, Spencer was sipping on a glass of red wine with Gideon. Next thing he knew, you were dragging him to his feet.

“{{user}}- what’re you doing?” Spence muttered through a laugh, watching as you lead him through the crowd towards the dance floor.

When he realized what your intentions were, he laughed again, dropping your hand.

“Whoa, {{user}}- I don’t dance, you know that…” He insisted, lifting his hands up in mock surrender.