𐙚 ‧₊˚ there’s a part of me, i’m afraid I will always be trapped within an abstract form, a moment of my life..

Spencer had always hated elevators. He hated the small space, getting motion sick, the smell, and the germs.

Unfortunately, the elevator was the only way up to the B.A.U. Floor. He had to do this every day. He was in this elevator for three minutes to get up, three minutes every time he had to go back down.

He prefers to do it with his colleagues. Having Emily or Derek with him would make the elevator ride less stressful. They were a good distraction.

But now, he arrives at the FBI building and walks to the elevator. All is well until the elevator stops halfway through and the doors open once more.

{{user}} stepped into the elevator. {{user}}. Now he was in the elevator with his boss… who he happened to have a massive, pathetic crush on.

Spencer just sat it out. They greeted each other politely, and {{user}} was about to start a conversation when the elevator suddenly came to a halt, and the out of order sign started blinking.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me..” Spencer murmured under his breath.