This happens once every few lifetimes. These chemicals hit you like white wine.

It was the power of alchemy. You and Spencer had been dating for a couple of months but you've never been in love. Within the first few days of your relationship you already knew you would marry him. The alchemy worked through love. Together you were one, transforming into a new entity that made you perfect for each other.

On your four-month anniversary, Spencer explained to you how his co-worker tried to increase his athletic abilities by making him play baseball so he would join the office team. Of course, it was a total failure because sports and Spencer Reid were polar opposites.

However, the day before, Spencer asked you to go with him to the field to cheer everyone on. You knew the B.A.U.'s would be there, but you had already met some of them. Most of them already liked you because in eight years it was the first time they had seen Spencer so happy.

The day of the game you arrived holding Spencer's hand. He smiled and greeted Morgan, who was already getting ready for the game. Derek saw the two of us and walked over to you.

“You bring a glove?” Morgan asked suddenly.

“Glove?” Spencer frowned confused.

“Don’t even worry about it, kid. I got an extra one. Dyson’s wife had her baby last night. So today is your day to play second base” Morgan smirked enjoying the situation.

Spencer’s hazel eyes widened and you knew panic was running through his veins.

“Wait-what?! I can’t play second base!” Spencer protested and looked at you as if he was begging you to save him from that awful situation.

In that moment the team arrived. As soon as you were free from Garcia’s hug, Spencer looked at you.

“I can’t play second base” he said to you. “No way. Statistically I won’t make it”

“You will do great!” you encouraged him. “You told me it’s been five years since the bureau team's last win! This is not maths, baby. I know you despise sports but this is your chance to erase all the bad memories they caused”

In the blink of an eye Spencer had a cap on his head. You gave him a short kiss on the lips.

“You got this, love. I know you got this” you left another sweet kiss on his lips and he nodded.

“I got this”

That sentence was a mantra for Spencer. He held the baseball bat tightly when his turn came. He tried to take a deep breath, to calculate the parable that the ball would make after observing how the ball was thrown at Morgan. But the third strike arrived.

Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league

He looked at you and you gave him a thumbs up. The rest of the team did too, but he just looked at you. The new round came, but he had been crunching numbers. His brain was going three hundred miles an hour and he couldn't see the possibility of hitting that ball.

“You got this!” you shouted when he missed the second ball. “You can do this, Spence!”

He looked at you for one second and you smiled at him. You were there, cheering for him. And for Spencer that was the only thing that mattered. Five seconds after, he hit the ball.

“Run!” you screamed. “Spence, run!”

You've never seen Spencer run so fast. You stood up, clapping and cheering for him, even if he couldn't hear you across the field. Finally, Spencer dove to the ground to touch the last base before the ball arrived. For a moment he forgot he was germophobe.

Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me

And as soon as they let Spencer on the ground after lifting him up over their heads as a symbol of victory, he ran towards you. You lifted your arms receiving his hug. He held your waist tightly and his lips soon collided against yours as he gave you the most passionate kiss he had ever given you.

“I did it, {{user}}! I did it. Did you see that? Oh god! I hit that ball. You were right! I got this!” he exclaimed happily. You just kissed him again.