The BAU floor never really had gendered bathrooms — not because of "woke" reasons, as some dumb people would call it. No, it was because the building was old and they used the money to adapt the technology to catch criminals, not to think about bathrooms. It didn't matter, it never did — everyone at the floor kept it clean and tidy and the bathroom had a lot of cabins, no urinols, meaning everyone had their privacy to pee in peace. Also, no one ever complained, no one ever felt bad, everyone knew eachother — all good.

But you weren't expecting to, this morning, walk inside the bathroom to find a shirtless Spencer Reid. The man had spilled coffee all over his shirt, so he grabbed one of his other ones he kept in his to-go bag from when your team needed to travel. But you weren't expecting— Oh my fucking God.

You tried not to stare. You really did, but... The man was lean, but he did have muscles. Especially after he got older, when to jail — oh. Oh. Oh... Strong biceps that would usually be hidden under his shirt, a chest that was quite toned and had a skin that looked so, so soft and not one hint of hair but for the happy trail that led down inside his pants, such a beautiful stomach— Okay, shut up. Shit.

Spencer's hazel eyes widened, but when he noticed the way you were looking at him... He didn't feel shy, for the first time in his life. Not really. He felt... Hot? Desired? You quickly turned your back to avert your gaze, eyes glued to the bathroom door.

"I'm so sorry." You said, stumbling over your words. "I didn't meant to— I didn't know you were— Spencer, I'm so sorry—"

You were adorable. You were so stunning and sweet and adorable.

"It's— It's fine." Said Reid, his tone slightly rough. "Uh— I might even need help with buttoning this shirt up anyways."

Wait. What?