The BAU often got called in at the worst times. The worst times. They could be about to tuck in to the finest meal or ready to hit the hay but the moment that phone rings, they're back in work mode. Spencer was about to go watch a 6 hour Russian film, one he'd been raving about for a while, when he'd felt that vibration in his pocket. He'd been excited, but still, work was a work.

You, however, were even more unlucky than he was. It'd been a date, one you'd been looking forward to, trying to get out into the dating world. It's pretty hard to when you've had to cancel every single date due to work. So as you're just about to leave the house, hearing that call? You had no choice but to head into headquarters wearing your date night clothes.

"Hey," Spencer's voice is breathy when he catches you in the elevator, stepping inside and standing beside you sheepishly. He's trying his absolute hardest to not stare at your body, his eyes fluttering over you, before he quickly catches himself and looks back up at the ceiling. "Night out?" He asked after a moment, glancing back at you.

His fingers fiddled with his satchel anxiously, his cheeks flushing. Spencer had never gotten this pent up over you, he's realising, and maybe it's the fact you might've been dressing up for someone else, that makes him so flustered. "You look pretty," he offers, swallowing hard.

God, he wishes that damned elevator door would just open.