Spencer would love to the day he died, you were his best friend. “Birds of a feather” people called you. He’s never been good at people. Nothing about them has ever called him to be friends with them but you came in his life and you just.. clicked.

You were both nerds, maybe you even more than him. Well not possible. You always slept together on the plane almost hand in hand. He brought you coffee and a donut every morning since you came to the BAU.

Spencer smiled setting down your coffee and donut on your desk.

“What are you reading? Is- is that the da vinci code? I chose the right person to be my best friend.”

Spencer sighed sitting down next to you spinning on his chair staring at you. You were just the perfect friend. Perfect person.