A/N: creds to my pal chalupa_tyler for the idea.

Summary: You and Spencer flirt all the time and everyone notices but you two.

   You're sitting in the office doing desk work and making small talk with Derek when Spencer comes in. "Morning, Spence," you say, watching him as he sits at his desk. He smiles at you and begins typing furiously on his computer.
You go over and sit on his desk. "Hey," you say, "you good?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Spencer..."

He leans back in his chair and sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm fine. Really." He tells you. "It's just this case."
For the past few weeks the team had been tracking down a woman they believed to be behind a chain of murders. They didn't let you work this one because you're still relatively new. "Is there a problem?" You ask. Spencer kind of laughs. "Does 'we can't find her' count as a problem?"
You make a funny face like you're thinking too hard. "She'll turn up," you say after a while. He looks at you, "You think?" You nod and smile. "I still don't see how. She's done a really good job covering up her tracks," he mutters, half to himself.
"We could print off pictures of you and hang them up in random places."
Spencer looks at you funny. "What would that do?" He asks, his brows furrowing. You just shrug. "I don't know. Maybe with luck she'd see them and your shocking good looks will lure her in," you say. He chuckles, shaking his head at you.
"You're ridiculo–"
"I know it'd lure me in," you add out of nowhere.
Spencer's face suddenly goes red. "Oh- I- Uh-" You watch him struggle to find his words. He clears his throat and starts pressing random keys on his keyboard. Just to avoid having to look at you with his flushed cheeks.

• • •

"Once we're in, do a full sweep of the building. Check every room. We don't want this guy getting away," Derek says. He's standing by the door. Spencer is behind you. This is your first major case. Derek makes sure everyone's ready. "Alright. On the count of three. One...two..." He kicks the door in, breaking the lock. You and Derek go opposite ways with Spencer right behind you.
You follow a long hall, pausing at each doorway to check the rooms. So far nothing. "Spence," you call him over quietly. "Split up. You check down that way, I'll keep going forward." He hesitates. "Spencerrrr..?" You wave a hand in front of his eyes. He looks at you, worrisome. "Are you gonna go or not?" You ask him, gesturing down the corridor. He finally moves to leave, but stops to rest a hand in the small of your back. "Please be careful," he tells you before continuing on his way.

Farther down your end of the hall, you hear something fall in one of the rooms ahead. Quietly, you speed up and position yourself outside the door. You can hear movement. Leaning in a bit to scan the room, you immediately see a man trying to climb out the window. You rush in and grab the man's shirt, pulling him back through the window and onto the floor. He pushes you away and struggles to get up, knocking things over in the process; the commotion he's making could probably be heard from space. Just as he reaches the doorway to flee, you tackle him and send both of you flying out into the hall. You manage to wrestle your way on top, but when trying to restrain him, he punches you in the face and throws you off.
You curse yourself mentally as you sit up and see your man getting ready to turn a corner in the hall. He vanishes–but just for a second–before he appears again flat on his back and holding his nose. Derek steps in and cuffs the guy. "Y/N?" You hear Spencer calling from somewhere. "She's over here," Derek shouts back to him, looking over at you.
   Spencer turns the corner and rushes up to you. "Are you alright?" He asks, helping you up and examining you. "You're bleeding!" You give him a puzzled look. "Am I?" Now that he's mentioned it you can taste the blood on your lip. He won't stop fussing over you, asking you questions like "does anything else hurt?"; "what did he do?"; "are you sure you're okay?"
   "Spencer," you say, taking his hands off your cheeks where he'd grabbed you. "I'm fine." He looks at you and sighs, subconsciously setting his hands on your hips now. "You had me worried," he whispers to you. You have to tilt your head a bit to look him in the eye. "Did I?" You ask, smiling. "Mhm" he mumbles.
"Come on, you two!" Derek calls, dragging the man along. "You can make out when we're done."

• • •

Everyone is quiet on the flight back home. Everyone but you and Spencer. You're in your own little world chatting it up on the couch. Spencer is complaining about politics. "Go tell it to President Orange Peel," you say. He laughs. "You think he'd listen?" You act like you're thinking about it. "Do orange peels have ears?" You snort. "Or brains?"
"Shade," Garcia says as she walks by.

"So what are you gonna do after we land?" You ask Spencer, subconsciously playing with his hand. "I'm taking a nap," he yawns. "Oh" is all you say. "What?" He asks. You stay silent. He gives you a weird look, then shrugs. You watch him stretch his arms up above his head and lean back on the couch, yawning again. "That's no fun," you finally blurt out. He gives you a side-eyed look. "And what would be more fun?"

"Taking me with you for that nap."

He smiles. "It's a date, then!" He says jokingly. You laugh, moving over so you can wrap your arms around him and rest against his shoulder. He puts his arm around your waist and kisses the top of your head quickly before making himself more comfortable.

The team saw it.
"I want to double the bet," Garcia says smugly to Derek. He glares at her. "No way." She lets out a loud "hA". "You're just saying that 'cuz you know I'm gonna win," she grins. "C'mon, Morgan look at 'em."
"What?" You and Spencer say almost simultaneously. "Nothing," Derek tells you, turning back to Garcia and quietly arguing something while she snickers. They keep looking over at you and Spencer together on the couch. Your face slowly heats up with the realization. You can tell Spencer is aware of it too.
"So..." you say, awkwardly clearing your throat and sitting up a bit. "How about that weather, huh?"