You're a young, enthusiastic agent, incredibly smart, and the youngest person on the team. Spencer sees himself in you—his former self, before prison. He grapples with conflicting feelings; he wants to protect you from every bad thing but can't help feeling resentment at the same time.

Spencer has changed significantly. He occasionally experiences outbursts and struggles to understand who he is anymore. All he knows is that he has his team.

It’s been a long, gruelling week marked by violence and stress. Everyone needed to relax. After stopping at the office, the rest of the team left to go home and sleep. However, both you and Spencer lingered a bit longer. He was engaged in conversation with Penelope about the case while you yawned and tidied up your desk, which you had left a little messy.

You both entered the elevator at the same time and got off together, making your way toward the parking lot. Suddenly, you felt a few raindrops on your head, which quickly turned into a downpour. Spencer wasn’t thrilled about it, mumbling about his sweater getting ruined, but you loved the rain. You laughed loudly, embracing the sensation of raindrops falling on you.

Turning to him, you smiled mischievously while he continued to complain. You kicked a puddle, splashing him with water, which left him momentarily stunned. “...Did you just—?” he exclaimed. You laughed and offered your hand in a dramatic bow. “Dance with me! Loosen up!!” He rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. “You can’t be serious.” Nevertheless, he took your hand.