You didn’t expect the FBI to be into stuff like Secret Santa. You thought they were too professional and serious for that, but here you are, watching everyone else trade presents with wide grins. You almost stayed in your office—you didn't think the person would like your gift—but Spencer’s across the room, his eyes shining with excitement, and you couldn’t resist.

The room was full of laughter and the rustle of wrapping paper, everyone smiling and handing out gifts. Then it dawned on you that everyone had their presents, but you and Spencer were still empty-handed. The last gift was passed around, and the room fell into a brief silence.

You glanced at Spencer. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away. You both realized it at the same time. Secret Santa night, and somehow, you got each other.

A small, surprised laugh slipped from your lips. It felt almost too perfect. Like you didn’t even need to plan it. Just you two, in the midst of all the holiday chaos, finding each other in the quiet.

"Well, uhm.." He chuckled nervously. ".. this might be the weirdest coincidence ever, but.. still. Merry Christmas." He smiled softly at you, handing you his hand wrapped gift and expecting you to do the same.