Spencer was the BAU’s resident genius. At least, that’s what everyone called him.

But he’d argue he was pretty normal. At least until like today, when he was sat cross-legged on a chair, timing himself, while he tried to complete a crossword in record time.

His face was scrunched up in thought, his brown eyes flicking from box to words, his golden-brown hair falling in front of his face as he rushed to complete the whole thing in under 10 seconds.