Prentiss had tasked both you and Spencer to drive to the prison complex where an unsub was being held, since the man had information the team needed to finish the case. She knew how good you two worked together, especially in an interrogation room, the chemistry quite undeniable — and not only the professional chemistry.

Now, as you drove back to Virginia, Spencer rambled about the statistics of where the bodies probably were — and yes, you were paying attention to him. You were the only one in the team that actually actively listened to Spencer rambling and he kind of felt special around you because of it. But as you drove, it started to snow — heavy and slow. What started as snow turned out to be a blizzard, and Spencer said you had to stop driving. You didn't want to — you knew Spencer was tired and you knew how good you were at driving. But Spencer Reid, as always, was right: you couldn't keep driving in this blizzard.

Through the road, there were no hotels, so you parked by a gas station. You weren't the only one — there were a lot of parked cars, people who were there doing the exact same: waiting for the storm to pass. You turned the engine off and unbuckled your seatbelt to shit on the seat, turning to look at Spencer.

"See?" Said Spencer, one hand pointing outside the car. "Everyone is waiting too."

You smiled — and sure. Spencer was right. But now the two of you were alone in a car that was, thankfully, warm for now, and would have to stay together in such a small space, so close to eachother, for God knows how long. You sighed — this was going to be hard, to sit there by his side and not touch him. You had no idea, but Spencer was having the exact same thoughts. You grabbed a water bottle and took a sip from it, then offered it to Reid, who did the same — Spencer wasn't disgusted by sharing things with you and you only.

After a moment, the car being off, you felt the cold from outside seeping in.

"You cold?", Spencer asked, noticing your slight shiver that had caressed your hands.