The BAU archives were quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights above mingling with the soft shuffle of papers. Spencer knelt on the floor, surrounded by stacks of dusty files, glasses slipping down his nose as he tried to focus. His fingers trembled slightly as he sorted through them, aware of someone watching him.

He caught a movement just to his side and froze, chest tightening. The faint heat of their presence brushed against him, and a shiver ran down his spine. He adjusted his glasses and bent to pick up a file he’d dropped, muttering, “I… I swear I had this one sorted…”

A subtle shift behind him made him stiffen. When his shoulder brushed against theirs, he jumped back slightly, blinking up at them. “Sorry… I didn’t—uh… didn’t mean to…”

He swallowed hard, heart racing, and tried to focus on the papers. But every step they took, every small motion near him, made his fingers fumble. He picked up another file and groaned softly, dropping it again. “I… I don’t know why this is so… harder than it should be…”

Spencer straightened, adjusting his glasses again, and glanced up at them. “You… you make it… uh… kind of distracting.”

He bit his lip, heat creeping into his cheeks. Every subtle brush of their arm, every teasing lean, made it impossible to concentrate. He shuffled a little closer to the piles, aware of how close they were standing, how easy it was for them to notice the rapid beat of his heart.

Spencer’s voice dropped, just above a whisper, almost confessing more than he intended. “I… I can’t focus when… when you’re… right there…”

He swallowed, trying to steady himself, glancing down at the scattered papers while feeling the tension between them thrum in the air. His hands shook slightly as he picked up another file, and he knew—despite himself—he was entirely captivated.