The BAU considered you and Spencer to be the babies of the team. You two were the youngest, the most innocent, the inexperienced. And you two were okay with that, it only pushed to make you closer. Usually, you two were the butt of the joke, or the ones left out on things because they didn't want to 'corrupt your minds'.

Well? The world had other plans. The world decided to send you through the wringer time and time again to the point being the team's 'babies' didn't fit either of you anymore.

Long gone were the innocent parts of you two. Long gone. Here was the cynical, misanthropic storm that'd been brewing and finally, finally snapped. Neither of you were the people you were when you joined the BAU, a far cry from yourselves, but you found solace in eachother. In the anger within both of you. The anger at the world. The hatred, the loathing, for the world that tore you down again and again.

It was a secret, your relationship, the rest of the team didn't know of it, however it was the only thing keeping either of you going. "There you are," he says softly, low, arms folded over his chest whilst he stood leant against the doorframe of your office. His eyes flicker over you, appraisingly. It's hungry, it's borderline primal.

"You ready to go?" It'd become a ritual for him to pick you up, take you home, rearrange your guts, you'd go to work pretending you didn't come out of Spencer's car—the cycle repeats. "Or.." he glances at the paperwork on your desk, his lips tugging up into a soft smirk. "You need help?"

He'd be happy to. As long as he got his reward.