You are sat at your desk, with your head in your hands, trying to piece together the bits of evidence in front of you.

Spencer is pacing behind you, also struggling to make sense of the case you were both assigned to.

You hear him huff before a pair of hands appear on either side of you, palms down on the table, as he leans over you to look at the evidence sprawled across your desk.

"Can you pass me that?" He asks, pointing at some evidence. You can feel his body heat against yours.