You've been working at the BAU for a year already. Things were nice until Ian Doyle, and the team — your team — had to make a choice. Saving a boy's life in the end, but putting the BAU team on trial: was this too personal?

You were questioned by those men, eyeing you, judging you, asking you a lot of questions. You never lied, of course — you told them what happened, the truth. That your team made choices to save people's lives, even if it meant that Ian Doyle wasn't arrested — yet. Yet!

Spencer was the last one to be put on that makeshift trial (okay, it was a trial. But, for you, it was just dumb. Those men weren't on the field, how could they even judge your team?) and you waited for him outside. You usually did — you waited for him, was nice to him, brought him coffee and donuts. He liked you. Nah, he loved you — but he wasn't about to admit that to himself. Or you.

That's when you heard, for the first time, Spencer lose his calm. His tone was sharp, and he was... unhappy.

"This is calm, and it's Doctor." Said Spencer from inside the room. Oh, he brought up his academic title? This couldn't be good. He must have been... Angry. But the tone was kind of... Hot? Shut up.

When he walked outside the room, he stopped when he saw you. "You heard that, didn't you?", said Spencer, almost ashamed of losing his cool.

But you smiled.