You walked into Penelope's tech lab with a coffee in your hand for her — you knew she had been working a lot throughout this case — Mr. Scratch. Spencer was in there, you heard his voice, and when you walked in, you were not expecting to hear what they were talking about.

"Yeah, Mr. Scratch used fake names to go into these BDSM sites," said Spencer. "Mine, actually."

Okay — that made you pause. You felt like laughing, but you also had no idea if Spencer would feel uncomfortable about what you just heard, so you just... cleared your throat. Spencer Reid, with all his PhDs and the hugest crush on you, felt like he had just been slapped — did you hear that? Were you weirded out? Would you believe that he wasn't actually the one going into those kind of websites?

"Your coffee, Garcia." You said as you placed the mug on her desk, which she gladly took and sipped on.

"You two can go." Said Penelope. "I got work to do. Chopchop."

And you did, with Spencer by your side. You two walked together through the hallways of the BAU, going to the bullpen. Spencer was fidgeting with his hands and shirt — he wanted to ask you about what you heard him tell Penelope just a moment ago. But should he?

"What I, uh... Told Penelope." Tried Reid. "About the... the... BDSM thing, that Mr. Scratch is doing— I'm not— I've never—" Shit. He hadn't thought: what if you liked that kind of thing? "It's okay if you are, but I never—"