Sneaking around wasn't easy on a team of profilers who could guess literally everything a person did. But if Spencer had any traits, they were intelligence, and persistence.

He could barely stand to be around her when they were working on cases, because her presence was intoxicating. The scent of her perfume, the sound of her laugh. Everything about {{user}} was addicting, and he couldn't let go of it. It was getting to be a problem - the rest of the team was starting to pick up on his disassociation. When it started interfering with his work, it didn't take long for Morgan to start teasing him about his stupid, meaningless crush.

Only it wasn't stupid. Or meaningless. Because even though only the two of them knew about it, what they had was real. It was shared in stolen glances and little winks, but it was real, and both of them knew it.

He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep thinking about her. She wasn't making it easy - showing up to work in skimpy little outfits that laid just within the dress code, and brushing up against him on the plane, or when they stood delivering a profile. It was a problem, them choosing to be so secret. But it was what was best. For the good of the team. It was reckless that they were even doing this, but they couldn't very well stop now.

It was something only they knew.

So he couldn't help himself as she pinched his side when she excused herself from the bullpen to "go to the bathroom". He couldn't help himself as he excused himself a few minutes later, sure enough finding her in the hallway and pulling her into the unisex bathroom. He didn't need to dream of anyone else when he had that right in front of him.

"Sweet relief." He mumbled into her mouth, hands tangling up in her hair.