Just One Piece 

"Hey, Miss (y/n)," Penelope called as she approached her desk. "Why are you not partaking in the amazingness that is happening in the break room?"

"Because I'm way behind on paperwork," (y/n) exhaled.

"Paperwork is no fun though. Just skip it for right now," Penelope chuckled.

"Just skipping it for cake and birthdays is what got me so behind," (y/n) laughed.

"It's not cake. It's pizza!" Penelope almost screamed.

"Pizza?" (Y/n) looked up at her.

"Yep! Rossi's idea to do a pizza party this time!"

Looking back at her desk and the vast amount of paper spread across it, (y/n) pursed her lips. Smiling, she looked back up at the techie.

"This can wait a few minutes, I suppose," she nodded, rising from her chair and following Penelope to the break room.

When the door opened, (y/n) paused briefly, eyeing Spencer from top to bottom as he leaned against the counter– his messy curls flowed in all directions, a stray tendril resting over his hazel eyes. His pouty lips smiled as he listened to Derek relive some embarrassing date, and (y/n) loved the way his chest– which was cloaked in a purple button up, a black tie lying over its center– heaved in amusement. The pants he wore matched his tie, and she bit her lower lip as she observed the way they hugged his hindquarters.

"Here yah go, love," Penelope smiled as she handed (y/n) a paper plate with a slice of pizza.

"Thanks," (y/n) smiled, her cheeks flushing at bit at being caught. "My desk is calling me, though. I'll try not to get grease on my files," she grinned at Hotch as she left the room.

Disappointed in missing the party, and the sight of Spencer, (y/n) frowned from time to time as she brought the slice to her lips, fluttering her pen across the papers on her desk. One by one, she watched her teammates dissipate, leaving the break room, then leaving the BAU for the evening.

Noticing that Spencer had never come back from the room, and seeing her plate now empty, (y/n) found the perfect opportunity to take another peek at his attractive attire.

Heading into the break room, she noticed Spencer throwing the remnants of the party into the trash can.

"Oh, everything's gone, then?" She smiled.

"No, there are still a couple of pieces if you want," he said as he headed toward the door. "I, um, I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled at her shyly.

"See you tomorrow," she said a bit disappointed.

When the door closed, she looked down at the pizza box. Opening it and removing a piece, she huffed to herself, "I'd love to spend my life eating pizza and making love to you."

Hearing the sound of a door closing, (y/n) turned and saw Spencer standing in front of her wide eyed.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, nervously embarrassed. "Did you hear that?"

"Did I hear what?" Spencer's face looked slightly perplexed, but he stepped closer to her, asking for clarification. "Did I hear you say that all you wanted to do was eat pizza and make love to me?"

Though she didn't want to admit it, (y/n) knew there was no point in denying it. No point in trying to convince him that it wasn't what it sounded like. People always used that explanation, and it's never true. It's always exactly what it sounded like.

"Y-yeah," she chuckled a bit at herself, "Yeah, you did. I'm sorry, Spencer. It was unprofessional, and kind of demeaning."

"Kind of," he looked at the food on the counter before looking back at her. "Well, you have the pizza," the innocence in his eyes began to fade as mischief replaced it, "And I'm standing right here."

Tilting her head slightly, (y/n)'s eyebrow raised, "Spencer, are you saying..."

"I'm saying you wanted pizza, and it's right in front of you. If you want me," he reached his hand out, brushing his thumb across her lip as he moved closer, "I'm right in front of you."