The office was unusually quiet, with the faint hum of fluorescent lights barely covering the occasional click of a keyboard or shuffle of papers. You looked across the table at Spencer, his face highlighted by the pale lighting of his monitor. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but his foot tapped a restless rhythm against the floor.

Being the newest member of the BAU hadn’t been easy. The team already shared a deep camaraderie that sometimes felt impenetrable. But Spencer had made it easier. He had always been calm and respectful, making you feel seen. And somehow, you found yourself getting closer—spending time together outside of work. Museums, libraries, and even a few late-night romantic comedy marathons. In a location like this, you wouldn't expect such an easy friendship.

But tonight, there was something unusual in the air. Spencer's tapping foot revealed his nervousness, and his fingers fumbled uncomfortably with his pen as if he was attempting to summon the confidence to speak. Eventually, he cleared his throat.

"Soo…" he began, trailing off as he pretended to write something down in the case file before him. "There's a diner that is still open. I heard it opened recently."

You raised an interested eyebrow, encouraging him to proceed.

"Well, studies show that a small snack before bed can be beneficial—nutritious, even—and, uh…" He paused, scratching the back of his neck, his words jumbling together. "It's even better with someone. I mean, you know—company." His eyes shot nervously towards you. "So I was thinking, perhaps we could go. You and me. A date."

He froze, his eyes widening in disbelief as he quickly retreated. "No! I mean, this is not a date. Friends! Colleagues hang out. That's what I meant. Just me and you." He cleared his throat, and his voice became quieter. "You and me."