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I hated going undercover. I hated going undercover to lure in unsubs even more. It would never have been me, if it weren’t for the profile. The profile which said his true target was a woman who looked exactly like me. It was fine, I had my team backing me up at every corner and my best friend undercover with me. That was the other thing the profile said. He targets women who are in a relationship and into public displays of affection. Unfortunately my best friend who happened to be undercover with me was also the man I was in love with. Meaning I had to be physically affectionate with him and ‘pretend’ to be in love with him while hiding my real feelings. All while making sure I caught the eye of a serial killer without getting killed. No big deal.
I fiddled with my dress, far shorter and lower cut than I would normally wear on the job, but it would serve a purpose.
I knew it would when Spencer walked into the police station break room and saw me.
“Y/n! You look, ah, wow!” His voice broke.
“Thanks Spence. You look pretty ah wow, yourself.” I grinned, eyeing him up discreetly in his sharp blue suit.
He blushed and asked,
“Are you carrying your weapon or just me?”
“No just you. You’ll protect me, won’t you?” I asked jokingly, but with more than a grain of truth in my words.
“Of course,” he smiled softly. “It’s only fair considering how often you’ve protected me.”
“Alright, you are ready to go agents. The car you’ll be using is right outside, with directions to the bar already in the GPS. Good luck!” The local FBI agent said as she taped the last microphone behind my ear. I thanked her and walked out with Spencer following me.
“Are you ready?” He asked before we walked into the bar. I looked into his eyes, glad he was with me.
“As I’ll ever be.” I replied and held his hand. He walked us in and pulled a stool out for me at the bar. I sat down, smiling at him and he sat beside me. We kept smiling and lightly touching arms as we tried to get our bearings.
“Can you see him?” I whispered.
“Yes he’s at your four o’clock, sitting in a booth facing us. He hasn’t looked our way yet though,” he said, putting a hand over mine, trying to play the possessive boyfriend.
I swallowed my fears and insecurities and said,
“Time to ramp things up then, my darling.” Looking straight into Spence’s eyes, I swung myself further around so I was facing him and the unsub could see my legs. I put a hand on his leg, just past his knee, and took my other hand out from beneath his own to put on his shoulder. Just as he was about to say something, the bartender asked us,
“Will you two be drinking something tonight?”
I pulled my eyes away from him and said,
“Two waters, please.”
As much as it might help our performance we still aren’t allowed to consume alcohol on the job.
“Are you okay?” I ask Spencer.
“Yup. Fine,” he said, but his eyes told a different story.
“Smile, Spence. We’re meant to be flirting,” I said and he smiled.
“That’s better. You’ve got such a cute smile.”
He blushed. “Thank you y/n.”
“Put your hands on me.”
“What?” He squeaked.
“We obviously haven’t gotten his attention or you wouldn’t be looking over there every five seconds. Put your hands on me,” I repeated.
He focused back on me and slowly put his hands around my waist, and pulled me and the stool my legs were wrapped around closer to him.
“Wow,” I whispered, my face and body all of a sudden closer to him.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“No that’s good. Keep it up.”
He took a hand from my waist, put it on my round cheek, and kissed my lips tentatively. It took me a moment to recover but once I had shaken all the thoughts of desire from my head, I asked,
“Have we got his attention?”
“He’s definitely watching us but there’s another couple I’ve noticed him watching as well. We need to do something else.”
“We should dance,” I suggested.
“But this isn’t a place people dance!” He whispered.
“Exactly.”
“Everyone will be staring.”
“No, they’ll be too embarrassed when they see how close we are.”
“PDA does make most people uncomfortable. Fine, you’re right,” he admitted. He stood up, held out his hand and I took it, grinning at him.
“Except for the unsub,” I whispered into his ear.
We stood in the middle of the floor, wrapped our arms around each other tightly and began to shuffle. After a minute, I pulled back and ran my hands up his chest and down his sides, and slid them inside his suit jacket. He shuddered but kept up, lowering his hand down to just above my ass. I gently pushed his head back over my shoulder and pressed my lips to just below his ear.
He gasped, and made me gasp too when he lowered his hand even further, holding my ass cheek lightly.
“If this doesn’t work nothing will,” I whispered.
“Can we please sit down now?” He begged.
“Okay. Go sit in the booth across from his. I’ll get our drinks.”
He did so and I walked back to the bar with a sway in my step, feeling sexier but more exposed than I’d ever felt. I grabbed our drinks and took a big sip from the straw in mine as I walked over to Spencer. I could feel the unsub watching but kept my own gaze on Spence, knowing the sight of him calmed my nervous system. Even if he was making me feel more excited than calm tonight. I sat down on his side of the booth, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I got a surprise when he said,
“Sit on my lap.”
I giggled, knowing the unsub could probably hear us from this range.
“I don’t want to squash you darling,” I smiled, trying to get out of it.
“You won’t hurt me, baby girl.” He flirted, copying Derek Morgan’s words. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing at how adorable it was, and to hide my nerves. “If you insist,” I said and very carefully sat down on his lap. His hands wound their way around my waist, and pulled the weight I’d been putting on my feet back onto him.
“It’s okay,” he whispered in my ear furthest from the unsub.
I felt vulnerable and out of control of the situation, so I swung my legs around to lay them across the booth bench, right where the unsub was staring. I ignored him and focused back on Spence, putting an arm around his neck and playing with his hair. He groaned in my ear as I was shifting, and now his face was bright red. I tried to ignore it and kissed his lips passionately, losing myself in the moment. His eyes were still closed when I pulled away and I wanted to keep going, but saw the unsub still staring at us and knew this was the perfect time to make our move. I leaned over to his ear and whispered,
“It’s time.”
Spencer shifted into gear and I climbed off of him and out of the booth, waiting for him to stand up. After a few moments he got out and slid his hand low around my waist and I put a final swing in my walk as we walked out of the bar, hoping he had taken the bait. We came to a stop just outside the bar, his back to the wall, and I wrapped my hands around Spence, desperate for comfort. He squeezed me but then let me go, knowing he had to step back to entice the unsub to grab me, and I shivered at the cold from the lack of contact with him. I turned around and stepped to the edge of the road, and nearly instantly got hit over the back of the head. It wasn’t enough to knock me out but he didn’t get another chance as Spencer had his gun trained on him and the rest of our team were rapidly approaching from their stakeout positions to make the arrest. I heard a click of handcuffs and Hotch read him his rights. Spence helped me off of the ground and he walked me over to the SUV, sitting me down and climbing in the back next to me. He pulled out a first aid kit and silently began cleaning the blood and gravel off of my forehead. He seemed upset about something so I said,
“I’m sorry for flirting so hard and sitting on you.” I glanced away from him.
“I asked you to, and the flirting was contextually appropriate.” He said seriously.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He sighed, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
“I hated watching you be hit and not being able to prevent it,” he replied.
“I’m fine Spencer,” I reassured him.
He frowned and looked away, and continued,
“It’s not just that. I, I couldn’t, it was so hard being so close to you, and knowing it wasn’t real.”
My heart began to pound, and I reached down to play with his hand, like I always did when I was nervous. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. “I loved holding you and dancing with you and feeling your body against mine. I adore you y/n, I can’t keep it a secret any longer,” he whispered nervously as he looked deeply into my eyes.
“Oh Spencer,” I sighed in relief and kissed him softly and slowly. He smiled into the kiss as he realised I return his feelings. I pulled him closer and we kissed like teenagers in the back seat until Rossi and Morgan got in the front.
“Okay kids, party’s over,” Papa Rossi said.
We pulled apart, embarrassed, but smiled at each other anyway.
“I knew you had it in you, pretty boy! Well done!” Morgan smiled at Spence which made him blush profusely.
“That’ll be 20 dollars,” Morgan said to Rossi. He rolled his eyes and fished the cash out of his pocket.
“You were betting on us?!” Spencer exclaimed.
“Sorry kid,” Morgan grinned.
“You should really share your winnings with us you know,” I rolled my eyes.
“With you? I was the one who made sure you went undercover together, and I gave Reid a pep talk beforehand!” Morgan boasted.
“Shut up!” Spencer whisper yelled, his ears burning pink.
“It’s a good thing I love him then isn’t it,” I shook my head at Morgan, and held Spence’s hand again.
“I love you too,” he said softly.