The Behavioural Analysis Unit has always worked on it's own, with the help of a town's or city's police department, of course. But no one was happy when the director paired them with The Violent Crime Unit.

Spencer didn't mind. Spencer never really minded, he kept to himself, didn't get too friendly or too unfriendly with anyone, really.

Until he saw you, the VCU's forensic scientist. You were a pretty face with an even prettier mind, just like him. And for some reason, you two kept butting heads. Talking over eachother, interrupting eachother, making snarky comments.

"Actually, carbon monoxide can---" You both started at the same time, turning to eachother. But Spencer was, for once, the slower talker and you finished their sentence first. He felt his blood boiling. Ugh!