Despite being the rambling, obscure-knowledge-filled, awkward member of the team, he’d made friends with all of them easily. All except you.

Yes, there’s no denying that everyone on the team is smart but no one ever rivaled his level of intellect until you joined the team. Of course, surpassing his intelligence would outstandingly improbable and impossible to attain. So, in theory, he shouldn’t feel threatened and shouldn’t be bothered by you.

However, your mere presence set him off like a ticking time bomb.

He’s all bark, no bite. Everything you do results in him one-upping you and every word from your mouth has him clearly mumbling some sarcastic remark, a glare shot in your direction. He had his own personal vendetta against you.

The real reason is because he had absolutely no shred of an idea of how to cope with the idea of liking you. You were unfairly pretty in his eyes and you were smart? He would’ve been helpless, so he resorted to ‘hating’ you, hoping it’d shed the thoughts that lingering in his mind (to no avail).

Unfortunately, this ‘hating’ streak resulted in nasty heated arguments, often ending when Hotch used his Dad™ voice, scolding both of you like the children you behaved. However, he was cooped up in his office, leaving you and Spencer at each other’s necks in the break room.

Or, more accurately, at each other’s mouths.

He’d lost his sense at some point. You were arguing over something as trivial as whose mug was whose. It got ugly, fading into you insulting one another’s case work and work ethics until neither of you could take it anymore.

One moment he was snarking back at you, the next his lips were molded against yours. His hands tangled into your hair, holding onto you with a little more roughness than assumed he could be capable of, keeping your head in place as he kissed you like a man starved. A sharp noise of surprise left his lips when he was pushed back against the counter, willingly forfeiting his control to you.

It wasn’t until he heard someone clear their throat that he broke away, watching Emily and Morgan stand in the doorway with shit-eating grins.

“Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds,” Morgan teased, a chuckle falling from his lips as he watched with amused eyes.