You were working a case, a typical victim interview. You’d done it a million times, being in the BAU. This time, however, you weren’t talking to the victim in English––they were far more comfortable speaking the same language you grew up speaking. Naturally, you’d taken over in that langauge.

It was the most beautiful thing Spencer had ever heard. He’s watching you from behind the two-way mirror framing the interrogation room. It’s lucky that you can’t see him, because the way he’s staring at you is a dead giveaway for how he feels. He’s, to put it lightly, enamored. When you finish the interview and return to the observation room behind the glass, he catches your eye, his cheeks on fire with blush.