I settled back into the seat on the jet, sighing contentedly. It had been a long case, but it had ended well, and that was what mattered. It was late, and we were all tired. As the plane leveled off in the air, I noticed that almost all of the team had fallen asleep; all except for Spencer and I. He smiled slightly at me as he sat down next to me.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey. Are you not sleepy?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"Kind of, not to much, though. You?"

"I might sleep later," he replied.

"Long case, huh?" I asked. "Yeah, it was. We'll probably get a day or two off once we get home," he said.

"I hope so," I laughed. "I'm going to need it."

"Me, too," he agreed. "And it looks like everyone else does, too," he pointed out, gesturing round at the sleeping members of our team.

"Do you think Hotch will take his days this time?" I asked. Spencer shrugged.

"Who knows?" he replied.

"I'm pretty sure Hotch spends less time in his bed than anyone else I've ever known," I remarked.

"Well, he spends less times sleeping in it, at least," Spencer said, grinning. I stared at him. I've always found him attractive, with his beautiful eyes and killer smile, and his messy curls. But now, after hearing the hint of a dirty joke from sweet, innocent Spencer? Mow, I found myself more than just attracted to him. I was outright hot for Spencer.

With a glance around, I ensure that everyone else was indeed still sound asleep. and then, I leaned forward and held his face in my hands, pressing my lips to his. He barely hesitated before he kissed me back and I smiled slightly. When we pulled away from each other, he took a deep breath.

"Wow," he aid. "Maybe I should joke about Hotch's sex life more often." I laughed and leaned back.

I kind of agreed.