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After a long case in Texas, JJ decided that now was the right time to get a drink and relax together and most of the team agreed. Gideon said no simply because he wanted a quit environment, and Hotch declined because he wanted to head home to Haley and Jack.
Sitting in a booth with Morgan, Penelope, and JJ, my gaze was directed on our tall brunette scientist at the other side of the room. He was chatting with black haired beauty or she was more chatting with him. Her bright smile was flirtatious as she giggled at Spencer's nervous rambling, him looking slightly irritated, not being used to that reaction towards him. Or maybe suspicious.
Even though the bar was filled with all kinds of people, drinking, dancing, talking with loud music in the background, my attention lied solely on the genius explaining something to the smaller woman, judging by how he was using his arms to talk. Good god, it took some time, but I had realized some time ago that I was in love with the damn fool. Ever since I first started at the BAU.
“If looks could kill”, JJ teased, nabbing me in the ribs with her elbow, “I would say Spencer would be a dead man by now”, alerting my team to my emotional absence from their conversation. Immediately turning around, to look at was my look was fixed on.
“I think it would be the girl he is talking to, rather than pretty boy”, Morgan smirked. I slapped his arm in a playful manner, rolling my eyes trying to cover up for how I started to blush. “Hey! Don’t call me out like that.”, he laughed as I took a few sips from his drink in revenge. No doubt they all had to be at least slightly intoxicated, as it took them ages to recognize my longing gaze across the bar.
“Aw! Does Y/N have a crush on her fellow doctor?" Garcia beamed; cheeks faintly red as an indication of having had enough for tonight. I stuffed my face in my hands, my cheeks now burning red. I did not want my friends to make such a big deal out of it. “Stop”, I whined. That seemed to arouse pity in JJ, who stroked my back.
“Just go talk to him”, she suggested softly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ears.
“And say what? ‘Hey gorgeous, back off! I am in love with this man!’?”, I sarcastically responded.
“Yes, exactly that" Derek answered with a straight face, being totally honest with his advice.
They all started to shove me out of our small booth. At first, I fought back, but quickly realized I had already lost, now standing on my feet outside the table. I huffed, giving the three of them the finger.
“Good luck, sugar!”, Garcia winked, waving me off. “Just go for it, baby girl" Morgan encouraged, earning a scolding from Penelope, only she was baby girl after all. “You got this Y/N!" JJ said all motherly with a smile.
I glanced back over to where the two were standing, seeing the girl's hand running up and down Spencer's bicep through his white button up. It took no profiler to see Spencer was uncomfortable by now, formerly being flattered by the attention.
I got angry at that, my protective, as well as my possessive instincts kicking in.
Straightening out my dress and taking a quick shot left on the table, I pushed myself through the dancing bodies, putting on a fake smile.
“Babe there you are!" I said, subtly pushing the girls hand off of him and replacing mine on his bicep. I lovingly gazed up to him. Spencer looked at me confused and I tried to tell him nonverbally to just play along. Up on it, he subtly smiled at me before he looked back at the small girl in front of us.
“I've been looking everywhere for you, baby.”, kissing his cheek before looking at the black-haired woman, pretending to just now see her.
“Oh, who's this?", my smile totally innocent. The satisfaction that rushed through my veins when I saw her shocked face was immeasurable. "Amber" she answered.
“Hi, Amber. I’m Y/N, now if you'll excuse us, I think it's time for Spence and I to head home if you know what I mean “, I winked, grabbing Spencer's hand. Amber started to mumble something, but I already pulled Spencer away. I shot the team a quick smile, bringing Spence out the door of the bar.
Now in the chill night air the two of us stood next to each other before the club, not saying anything. It was quieter now. I needed to do something about that. Deciding to make a move, I handed Spencer my keys. "Drive me home?", I asked, looking into his light brown eyes and he sheepishly nodded.
The car ride was silent, the light music on the radio the only sound. In the passenger seat I was toying with the hem of my dress as I looked out the window. I don’t know if I had the courage to do anything more tonight than I already had. After all, if anything went awry, we would have to deal with it and see each other every day at work still. But that girl in the bar had enlightened something in me, that I didn’t know I possessed. I wouldn't be surprised if Spencer could feel my jealousy over here.
As we pulled up to my apartment building, I finalized me decision. He pulled into my parking spot and handed me my keys back. “It would not be practical for you at this hour to take the bus back home and get up early tomorrow. Why don’t you crash on my couch?”, I finally worked up the courage to say. “That would save me time and sleep. Why not?”, Spencer nodded. He had no idea how anxious I had been for his answer.
Again, we rode the elevator in silence and when we got to my apartment door, I unlocked it and walked in with Spencer behind me. Closing the door behind him, he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
Debating my emotions, I sighed. "Fuck it", I mumbled, grabbing Spencer's collar, and bringing his lips to mine. He didn't kiss back right away, probably from the shock, but then placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I further deepened the kiss.
Stumbling into my bedroom, we kicked shoes before I pushed the doctor onto the bed. "Spence?", I asked in between kisses. "Hm?" he hummed, beginning to unzip my dress. I tugged on his hair, whispering in his ear, "You're mine."