"(Y/N), please, it's Spencer. I'm at JJ's watching Henry for the night, but something's wrong. I don't want to worry JJ on her road trip with Will, but I need your help. Come as soon as you can, okay?" You replay Spencer's message, cursing. The sun is setting crazy early this time of year, and you hate driving in the dark. But with a message like that, you dropped everything and ran to your car.

Okay, so maybe 'dropping everything' consisted of dropping your bowl of popcorn and throwing off your blanket cocoon when you finally checked your phone before settling in officially to watch your favorite movie. But Spencer left you that voicemail nearly fifteen minutes ago, and the vagueness and worry in his voice have you freaking out.

When you finally make it to your friend's house, you jump out of your car in haste. Running up to the front door, you knock feverishly. A moment later, the door swings open to reveal an out of breath Reid with a laughing Henry on his back. You furrow your brows, lost as hell. Spencer smiles broadly and waves you inside, and you stumble like a zombie into the doorway.

"You said something was wrong?" You say, unsure of what's going on. Spencer closes the door behind you and Henry laughs evilly.

"Yeah, you can't play monopoly with two people! It's just wrong!" Henry exclaims, shrieking with joy when Spencer bounces him in attempts to get him further up and easier to hold onto.

"My message may have been a bit misleading, (Y/N)," Spencer admits sheepishly, giving you a sly smile. Your jaw drops and your shoulders slump in exasperation. He giggles, still visibly proud of himself.

"You look cute, by the way," he comments before shooting off down the hall with Henry laughing wildly. You're frozen where you are, glancing down at your outfit. You're sporting an old ice cream stained t-shirt four sizes too big, spandex shorts that show off your unshaven legs, and, to top it all off, your hair is in a frizzy braid that you did half-backwards when trying to get it out of your face.

"Goddammit," you mutter to yourself, pulling out the braid and doing your best to comb through your tangled hair with your fingers. It's not like Spencer hasn't seen you in some pretty ugly situations, and he certainly doesn't care, but it'd be nice to not look like a walking piece of shit, you figure.

"Are you coming or not, Auntie (Y/N)?" Henry calls from the other room, where you presume they're preparing monopoly.

"Yeah, join us, Auntie (Y/N)!" Spencer yells, and you finally break out in a laugh. This whole thing is entirely ridiculous.

"Coming, boys!"

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"Henry, no, I'm not falling for that trick again. Now go to sleep," Spencer orders, making Henry pout and you laugh. He's a devious little devil, and an expert at postponing bedtime. Finally, you and Spencer managed to wrestle him under the covers. Now it was only a matter of telling him goodnight and shutting the door, but you had no doubt that if he really wanted to, Henry could still probably weasel out of this.

Somehow, you both escape, gently shutting the door to his room, illuminated only by a nightlight. You both sigh, exhausted from entertaining a little kid for the evening.

"Wanna crash on the couch and find a movie that's not about friendly animated animals?" Spencer suggests, and you laugh, nodding. It does sound incredibly good.

"Hell yes. But you're making the popcorn," you barter, plopping yourself down onto the couch. Spencer stands above you, stuttering in denial.

"What? Totally not fair. I'm the one who carried him on my back!"

"Yeah, well, I'm the one who he threw crayons at even though someone else provoked him!"

"Oh, totally not true! I did not 'provoke' him!"

"Mhm, sure. I don't buy it, but nevertheless, you're the one who stole me away from my bowl of popcorn at home. You making me some now is the least I deserve," you retaliate, and a smile creeps up on Spencer's face. He looks at the ground sheepishly, shuffling his feet.

"Is that why you're in your pajamas? You were trying to watch tv with popcorn?" He asks, and you laugh.

"Pretty sure my movie is still queued up and ready for me to hit play," you tease, making Spencer even more bashful.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, and you shake your head.

"Don't be sorry, be in the kitchen making popcorn," you correct him. He rolls his eyes but trudges off anyways.

As he busies himself in the kitchen, you finally have time to think without the distraction of keeping Henry under control. You flip mindlessly through channels, starting to look at the circumstances that brought you here in more depth.

Spence actually lied to get you here. It doesn't make much sense to you, because you've very clearly expressed your love for both Henry and Spencer before. Henry is honestly the cutest little boy you've ever seen, but that's not including Spence. You've been dropping hints on him for months now to try and get him to see that you're crushing on him, hardcore. Sharing phone numbers was a necessity of the job, but encouraging him to call you any time was a bit more obvious. It seemed like no matter how hard you tried, though, your flirting went right over his head.

"I come bearing gifts," Spencer says cheerily, returning with a bowl of popcorn. He sits down on the opposite side of the couch, and you scoff.

"Spencer, what the hell are you doing?"

"Uh... sitting?"

"On the other side of the universe! C'mon, there's no way to share popcorn like that. Come over here," you encourage him, patting the space next to you. He hesitantly scoots over to meet you, offering up the popcorn. You gladly take a handful, stuffing your face. He laughs, shaking his head as he eats a kernel or two at a time. You roll your eyes, about to insult his weak popcorn game. But when you open your mouth to tease him, your curiosity gets the best of you, making you swap taunts for something else entirely.

"Spence... why did you pull me away from my movie tonight? And before you say monopoly, listen. Henry's attention span is shorter than my pinky finger and you know it. I agree that it's no fun with just two people, but we had him focused on that game for a couple minutes, at best. Please... be honest with me," you ramble, making eye contact with him during your final plea. He reluctantly looks away, hands fidgeting with the bowl as he slowly licks his lips.

"I wasn't sure if you would come if I didn't make it sound urgent. I-I know that Henry and I maybe aren't your ideal Friday night company," he says sheepishly, and you come a centimeter away from smacking him upside the head.

"You're such an idiot. Spencer, my prior plans were literally to sit on my couch. Even if I had been out living it up - do you honestly think that I wouldn't choose you over everything and anyone? God, you're the dumbest genius I know. I have such a huge crush on you it's actually kinda debilitating," you explain, unable to live with tip toeing around it anymore. Spencer's mouth hangs open for a minute, complete and utter shock evident on his face.

"I- you- me? What? You have a crush on me?" Spencer forces the words out, gears in his head visibly cranking into overdrive. You sigh. So cute and yet so clueless.

"Spence, c'mon, you're smart and you're good at your job. This can't honestly be a total surprise," you respond, still casually eating popcorn. He's mumbling to himself, presumably reviewing the clues.

"I- I don't know what to say," Spencer says, finally bringing his gaze back to meet yours. You smile, choosing to interpret the gleam in his eyes as excitement.

"Then don't say anything. Kiss me," you whisper, leaning in slowly. You both let your eyes fade closed, lips finally colliding. Your smile meshes with his as you both get lost in each other. His lips are just as soft as you'd imagined they would be, and his breath tastes of stolen butterscotch candies from Henry and popcorn. The kiss deepens, and Spencer shifts so he can face you fully. In doing so, he nudges the full bowl of popcorn onto it's side, kernels flying all over your lap as a result.

You pull apart, giggling at the mess you've made. Picking up a piece, you pop it in your mouth, shrugging at Spencer's stare. He shakes his head a little, eyelids fluttering open and closed as he admires you.

"I should call you to babysit with me more often, (Y/N)," he says breathlessly, making you laugh. You nod in response, stealing one more peck from his lips.

"Spencer, who's here- oh, c'mon! You wait years to get together and only finally do it at my house when you're supposed to be watching my son. Great. Thanks, guys," JJ interrupts, and you and Spencer both jump apart, sending popcorn everywhere. She sighs dramatically, shaking her head jokingly. You feel your face heat up, Spencer going pink next to you.

"Hope y'all enjoyed yourselves," Will says, walking up behind his wife. You wince harder than you've ever winced before and desperately pray to melt into the floor. You look up at the laughing couple pleadingly.

"Sorry?"

"We only kissed twice. H-Henry is already asleep!"

"You're never going to let us babysit again, are you?"