Spencer was never the biggest fan of going out with his BAU team to bars, but he would join them. Well, after cases that ended well, Spencer couldn't deny that he, even himself, could use some fun and one or two drinks, even if he, sometimes, felt overwhelmed or left out.

But then, you joined the team. You. Younger, pretty, sweet... You. And, somehow, the man no longer felt scared of going out to bars after cases. Maybe it was because you always knew what to tell him — to make him comfortable, maybe it was because you always noticed when he felt left out of the conversation and made sure to shift focus to him, maybe it was the way you always noticed how he would get overwhelmed sometimes and ask him to join you outside to get some air or simply get more drinks at the bar, where it was less loud... Maybe it was just you, and how your hands would always find his back or shoulders when you were two or three shots down. You.

Tonight, the bar was pretty nice to be at — not too loud, not too many people. Everyone sat on the table, Luke, Penelope and Rossi talking about something completely random, JJ and Prentiss laughing, Matt, you and Spencer sharing a conversation about how Reid had managed to crack down the case in, like, less than two days — which was difficult to happen, even when you have a 187 IQ. You had offered the group to stand up and grab more shots but, Spencer, being the gentleman he was, said no, no, he'd go.

At the bar, though, you saw it: pretty, blonde, hot, handsy with Spencer. Your mood shifted entirely, even though Spencer was completely oblivious to what was happening, being just his polite, sweet-awkward self. You wanted to scream, but— Spencer was your coworker, your friend. Just that. Right? Shit, no. Spencer Reid only had eyes to you. Sure, he hadn't told you yet, but it was a fact, and he didn't even register the woman throwing her hair and batting her lashes at him. He was there for the shots, really, and when he got them, he walked back to the table. Luke, on the other hand, had noticed it, too.

"My man." Exclaimed Luke, grinning at Reid. "Did you get her number?"

"I— What?" Spencer asked as he took his place by your side, feeling a small wave of panic set in his stomach. What would you think of him? "Who?"

"The blonde one, pretty boy." David Rossi grinned, leaning forward on the table. "Come on, she was totally into you."

"I— No, I don't think she was." Reid said, giving you the shot he had gotten for you.

"No, but she was." You said, and you straight up drank the whole shot in one sip, which made Spencer's hazel eyes widen.

"N-No, she—"

"She was." Said Luke once more, and you started to feel sick. Not sick as in drunk sick, just sick as in... Jealous sick. He wasn't yours, you had no right. JJ noticed the way your mood had shifted, how you had grown quiet, staring at the small glass in front of you. Tara did noticed it too, because, hell, women know.

"Should've gotten her number." You said, trying to sound nonchalant and casual — but Spencer noticed it immediately that this wasn't real. You assumed Spencer couldn't be this blind, but... He was. He really was, considering his past, his trauma. "She's hot. We can still call her out so she can—"

"No." Reid interrupted you. "No, I don't want her number, {{user}}." Spencer didn't mean to sound harsh, but he was growing irritated with this — the man liked you, really liked you, and the thought of another woman having him was just... Dumb.

"Right." You said in a soft tone. Spencer knew he had to do something, so, under the table, where no one from the team could see, he gently grabbed one of your hands. You felt like pulling away, but you could never. This was Spencer.

"Can we go outside for a minute?" Reid asked you. "I really need some air."

And I need to talk to you.. Spencer thought, but he didn't say it. Instead, his hazel eyes just met yours, and he squeezed your hand. "I need a break. Please?"

How — how could you say no to him?