After Spencer failed his firearm qualification, you were the first to find out and quickly warned the team not to bring it up. But when Spencer arrived, it was clear he was already frustrated. He silently sat down at his desk with a slight frown.

Morgan, however, couldn’t resist. He walked up to Spencer with a smirk and wrapped a whistle around his neck. That was the last straw—Spencer ripped it off, irritated.

You rolled your eyes while Morgan walked away, still grinning as you got up to sit on the edge of Spencer’s desk. He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“I can only retest in two weeks,” he groaned, “How am I, an FBI agent, supposed to walk around without a gun for two whole weeks? It’s humiliating!” He exclaimed looking up at you