Spencer

"Ok, now if you add all these areas together you will get the area of the whole shape. Any questions?" (Y/n) asked the group of 9th graders she was teaching at the moment. One of her best students, Clare (change if that's your name) raised her hand. "Yes, Clare?"

"Miss. (L/n) should you really be teaching right now? I mean, it's only been a week since your accident and you're still covered in bandages." Clare gestured to the countless bandages that decorated (Y/n)'s body. "We're all fine with a sub for classes until you recover." The whole class nodded with concerned looks.

"I appreciate all of your concern but I will be fine." (Y/n) assured her class, she was in awe of how many people cared to ask if she was ok or tell her to have a day off and recover. "Ok now, Lamma Math time!" The class cheered with happiness. Lamma Math time was something (y/n) made up, she made it so it looked like games the class could play with music but it was actually teaching them math.

(Y/n) walked over to her desk about to grab the packets when someone knocked on the door, "Dang it!" The class yelled with anger in unison, some were glaring at the door since all they wanted to do was play their math games.

(Y/n) put a hand to her chest as she laughed. She walked over to the door, opening it to find the man she deemed her knight, it was Spencer. "Glad we're not meeting again in a basement."

Spencer looked at her for a solid 3 seconds before snapping back to reality, "oh, um, yes indeed. You look quite pretty without the rope, or in the dark. I mean you looked pretty before I mean," Spencer tried to make a compliment but was cut off by chuckling from behind the door.

"I would hope that that's not my class behind the door," (y/n) crossed her arms as she heard hurried footsteps going back to their desks. "Thank you," she called out before looking at Spencer, "thank you for the compliment but I'm pretty sure you're not here just to give me a compliment."

"Oh, I came to make sure you were ok," Spencer quickly said as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Yes, I'm fine to thank you for your concern," (y/n) was about to walk into her class when Spencer stopped her.

"Wait, do you think we could get coffee or something after you finish work?"

"Pick me up at 12, wonder boy," (y/n) smirked as she went to finish her class.

Derek

(Y/n) worked part-time in a diner, babysitting didn't pay a lot so she got a job where she could just to pay the bills. Everyone called her Tiana, like the Disney princess, since besides looks and just wanting to pay bills, they were just alike.

(Y/n) walked over to a table to take orders not realizing it was Derek, "what can I get you today?"

Derek looked up and had to take a double take as he saw a worn out disheveled (y/n) grabbing a pen from her pocket getting ready to write his order. "Can I get the waffles and your number, (y/n)."

(Y/n) was about to say no to the number part when she looked down she gave him a little smile, "coming right up, Derek."

She came back with a plate in hand, "here you go and here is the second part of your order," she handed him a note with her number on it.

He took it with a smile, "Thank you, can we, if you want, to a movie or something?"

"My shift ends at 7," (y/n) said, leaving Derek to pat himself on the back and to eat his waffles.

Hotch

Jack practically begged Hotch to go back to the museum, and Hotch wasn't complaining. They both wanted to see (y/n) for separate reasons, Jack wanted to set her and his dad up while Hotch wanted to just see her eyes again.

They were looking around at stuff when Jack caught sight of her looking up at an army plane from the 1950's. "Dad, come on!" Jack pulled Hotch over to (y/n).

(Y/n) turned her head to see them coming towards her, "I see you found me," she gently laughed making Hotch smile as he heard it. He thought it was the most angelic thing ever to be heard by his ears.

"Yeah! What's that!?" Jack asked getting excited as he pointed at the plane.

(Y/n) smiled as she bent down to his height and explained what she knew about the plane to him. Jack looked entranced by the history. While Hotch stood back and watched as (y/n) explained and answered any questions that Jack had.

She stood up and Jack looked at the plane, Hotch walked over to her with a smile. "Would you maybe want to get dinner or something?" He asked casually, trying not to seem to forward but he really wanted this date.

"Pick me up at 8," (y/n) told him before writing her address on a piece of paper, giving it to him.