"How was Italy?" JJ asked happily, standing up and hugging you.
"Amazing. I ate so many carbs."
"Meet any Italian cuties?" Garcia asked.
"Yeah, there was one," you joked, making Spencer frown as he held you closer.
"Hey now, don't make pretty boy here jealous. I can see it in his eyes," Derek teased. You smirked, looking up at Spencer, meeting his beautiful big eyes. They were focused on you but all you saw in them was love, and maybe a twinge of something else.
"That's not jealousy in Reid's eyes, Morgan," Emily interjected, making everyone laugh.
"How was my villa?" Rossi asked, walking in. You spun around, grinning at the man.
"Like a dream."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, seeing as you have no tan lines," he muttered, making you blush. Spencer covered his face as everyone laughed again.
"Alright, let's stop abusing the newlyweds," Hotch announced as he entered the room holding a folder. "I hate to do this but we have a case. Reid, we're going to need you on it."
Spencer looked at you sadly, you shaking your head. "Go be a superhero, I'll see you soon Spence," you said. He nodded, kissing your forehead before releasing you.
"I love you," he whispered.
"And I you," you replied, waving goodbye to him and everyone else.
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You woke up six days later to the smell of something burning. You raced down the stairs, shaking your head as you entered the kitchen. Spencer was frantically waving a towel under the smoke alarm. "What did you do?" You asked, laughing as you turned off the stove.
"I was trying to make you breakfast," he replied softly.
"Hmm, how about we go out for breakfast instead?"
"That may be a better idea," he muttered, kissing the top of your head.
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For thanksgiving this year, Rossi decided to host a dinner at his mansion. You were exited, given that he knew his way around a kitchen. "Honestly, if Rossi weren't as old as my dad, I'd marry him," you said as you did your hair."Y/N!" Spencer shouted. You laughed, rolling your eyes.
"I'm just kidding. You know I only have eyes for one man."
Spencer exited the bathroom, shaking his head. "Good because I was prepared to show you how much I didn't like that comment," he whispered, leaning down near your ear making you shiver in response.
"Show me anyway?" You asked, putting the curler down and turning.
"Later, we're already running late."
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After dinner, Spencer entertained Jack and Henry. You bit your lip, excusing yourself and walking out onto the patio. "What is it?" Spencer asked, following you outside, closing the door behind him.
"Nothing," you replied as he approached you, guiding you to the swing.
"Y/N, I'm a profiler. I know something is on your mind. It has been all week. You can tell me," he said, holding your face in his hand. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm.
"When we get home, I don't want to ruin your night," you said gently.
"Nothing you say could ruin tonight. Unless you're leaving me, you're not leaving me, right?" he asked worriedly. You shook your head furiously.
"No, no, never," you defended. "Spence I was thinking, I actually have been for a while, how would you feel about starting a family?"
Spencer blinked, looking at you as you played with your hands. "Like a baby?"
"Yes, a baby," you confirmed. "Can we start trying?" Spencer grinned, yanking you into his lap, kissing you passionately. You pulled away, touching your lips. "Is that a yes?"
"A baby? Our baby? Yes, 100 times yes."
You smiled, leaning up and kissing him again. You heard a wolf whistle, pulling apart and blushing. "Do try not to commit any crimes on my property," Rossi muttered, returning inside. Derek raised his eyebrows at you and Spencer suggestively. You shook your head, climbing off of Spencer. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close as you came back inside, a smile taking place on both your faces.
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Hello everyone. A few things in regards to the new book I'm writing:
1. Do you prefer the main character to have a name or Y/N
2. More fluff or more drama?
3. Coworkers or a random meet-cute?
That is all, thanks for your input!

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Two Existentialists | S.R.
Fanfiction"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an...