Birds are chirping. Sunlight is shining. Covers are warm. You wanted to say it was the perfect morning, but there was something missing from the picture. Spencer. He wasn't in bed beside you. As much as you teased him about being impossible to sleep with as he was literally a human ice box, there was nothing in life you loved more than waking up to have his messy hair in your face and his freezing fingers on your waist.

You groan, knowing you should get up and look for him. He was most likely making coffee, probably on his second pot or something ridiculous. You smile to yourself thinking of the times you've actually hidden his coffee grounds so he couldn't make any more. Tough love, you called it.

"Ah, fuck, ow," you wince as you try to sit up. Speaking of tough love... let's just say that the previous night had been... lots of fun. Sliding out from under the comforter, you steal Spencer's discarded button down to put on, knowing how he feels about you wearing his clothes. You slip on your panties, too, but his shirt is so long it barely matters.

"Spence?" You call out meekly, sneaking out from the bedroom into the hall. You hear voices coming from the kitchen, and figure Spencer has some podcast on the radio playing. You run your fingers through your hair and head towards the noise, hoping he's also made some sustenance for breakfast that he'll share with you.

"Spencer, it actually hurts to walk right now, and it's all your fault. You'd better have breakfast ready for me if you're going to make me wake up to an empty bed after last night," you complain as you step into the kitchen.

When you enter, though, you instantly freeze in place. Hand halfway through your hair and eyes wide, you find yourself staring down not just your boyfriend, but three of his coworkers. You frantically try to remember their names from the descriptions Spencer has given.

Emily, you think, is staring at you open mouthed with her brows furrowed. You're pretty sure JJ is the one blinking over and over like she's expecting you to disappear any moment. Garcia is unmistakable, hair sticking up almost as far as her eyebrows have shot up. Her hand covers her mouth in disbelief.

You snap your eyes to Spencer, giving him a panicked look as you find the sense to drop your arm and pull on his shirt in hopes of covering yourself further. He's looking back at you nearly as fearfully, glancing from you to his team members.

"Uh, (Y/N), this is Emily, JJ, and Garcia. Guys, this, uh, this is (Y/N). My- my girlfriend," Spencer chokes out, breaking the silence. You flash a sheepish smile, waving pathetically. Emily's face fades from confusion to smugness, a smirk growing on her face that she tries and fails to hide. JJ licks her lips and also seems to be holding in a laugh. Garcia just keeps staring, looking like she just got the breath punched out of her. After another minute of painful silence, Emily wolf whistles.

"Reid, I'm impressed," she says, eyeing you. JJ smacks her arm, shooting Emily a glare before turning and smiling at you sympathetically.

"What she means to say is it's an honor to meet you, (Y/N)," she tries to cover, nodding kindly. You smile back at her, backing away slowly.

"I-I'm gonna go put some clothes on. A word, honey?" You ask sweetly, giving Spencer a pointed look. He quickly sets down his mug and scurries out of the kitchen, following you. When you're safely tucked away in the bedroom, you turn to face Spencer frantically.

"What are they doing here?!" You question, searching the floor for your clothes. He runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath.

"I don't know!" He answers, and you stop your hunt for pants and send a glare his way.

"What do you mean you don't know? That's not how I wanted to meet them, Spencer," you whine, and he steps closer to you.

"I know it's not, shit, I'm sorry, (Y/N). They apparently had a girls night last night, and they were driving JJ home this morning when they passed my building, and they're still pretty hungover, so-" Spencer stops to take a breath, and you stop running around to just look at how worried he is too. You lean up and give him a kiss, pushing some hair behind his ear. When you pull apart, you rest your forehead on his even though it means standing on your toes.

"It's not your fault, Spencer. It's- well, once you get past the whole mortification part, you have to admit it is kind of funny. Their reactions were golden," you giggle, and Spencer laughs with you, hands tracing mindless shapes on your back.

"Did you have to say such a graphic good morning to me?" He asks pleadingly, and you bite your lip, laughing even harder.

"Hey, at least they can't tease you about being inexperienced after hearing that," you reply, referencing all the times he's come home so angry from being underestimated that he's fucked you senseless to release his frustrations. Spencer shakes his head and looks at your mischievous grin.

"Go find your clothes before you put too many memories in my head, (Y/N). You make me think about that and we'll never make it out of this room," he teases in a low voice, and you giggle again. After giving him a fake salute, you continue to pull on yesterday's clothes. A pair of jeans, a bra, and a t-shirt later, you're ready to face his co-workers.

"Let's do this," you say, lacing your fingers through Spencer's and kissing him on the cheek. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, but you both stop what you're doing when you see the three girls huddled on the other side.

JJ blushes madly, her and Emily straightening up, clearing their throats and avoiding eye contact. Garcia just points an accusing finger at your hands locked together, letting out a high pitched squeal and bouncing on her feet. It's the first you've heard from her, and you're honestly surprised it took her so long based on Spencer's stories. You and Spencer both look from your hands to each other, and Garcia's excitement seems to increase when she sees you two move in sync. She charges forward and tackles Spencer in a crushing hug, trapping his arms at his sides and inadvertently tearing his hand from yours. He awkwardly pats what of her back he can reach with his arms pinned down.

"I can't believe my cute little genius never told me he had a girlfriend!" She cries, still not releasing him. He smiles awkwardly, looking at you helplessly. You giggle at the sight, shaking your head. You could stand there and laugh forever, but you feel JJ's eyes on you. Glancing at the pair of girls, you notice Emily is studying the room and whispering things to JJ, whose smile grows as she keeps scanning you. You try your best to tune in, feeling it's only fair after they eavesdropped on you, but only get bits and pieces.

"... messy covers back up that comment, and do you see... yeah, and his shirt is still on the floor... at least a couple months, probably just over..." the last part takes you by surprise, because you and Spencer have been dating for almost exactly four and a half months.

"Are your profiling the bedroom?" You blurt out, and the girls freeze and lock eyes with you. Garcia finally sets Spencer free, and he takes in heavy breaths in attempts to fill his lungs once again. Everyone stares at you in surprise, Garcia even taking a step back.

"What do you see?" You challenge them, curious. Spencer looks at you wide eyed, which you know should worry you, but you can't stop your desire to know. JJ and Emily both look at each other, and you can tell the mental communication they're having.

Don't you dare, JJ glares.

She did ask, Emily responds, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head in your direction.

We'll scare her off, JJ warns, and Emily almost laughs aloud.

The girl is dating Reid. Nothing we can do will change the fact that she's out of her mind, Emily says, and JJ finally gives in, looking back to you. You look back at them expectantly, and Spencer and Garcia both watch the interaction like a tennis match.

"Well, for starters, the fact that you said the bedroom is pretty revealing. You don't think of Spencer's place as separate from your own, you feel at home here," Emily starts, and you're already impressed. You hadn't even realized the difference.

"Your shirt is wrinkled, which tells us it's been laying on the floor all night, meaning it's from yesterday," JJ says, and you nod, but still feel like there should be more than that.

"This means that you don't have a drawer here, or at least you haven't for long, because you're used to wearing whatever you took off the previous day. Yet you're comfortable enough that you put on his clothes and have come to expect him to make you breakfast, putting your relationship in the stage of having dated for a couple months," Emily cuts in, and you nod again.

"Almost five," you answer dumbly, and the girls smile.

"And the drawer?" JJ asks, obviously more confident.

"Last week," you blindly blurt out the answer again, making them both smirk in triumph.

"Now, we could move on to what the bed says, but, uh..." Emily trails off, smug.

"Please don't," Spencer jumps in pleadingly, instinctively moving closer to you. You grab onto his hand again, squeezing lightly in apology for letting them say everything they saw. He squeezes back, a silent it's okay.

"Oh, no, please do," Garcia begs in a low voice, and Spencer blushes further while Emily and JJ laugh.

"Coffee, anyone?" You offer, hoping to make peace. The three girls nod, but no one is as eager as Spencer.

After finishing off a pot of coffee and talking casually for maybe half an hour, silence falls upon the five of you as you sit on the kitchen's bar stools. Coming off of the subject of your relationship with Spencer, you discussed their work, yours, and you did your best to make a good impression for Spencer's sake.

Now with everyone on the tail end of whatever's left in their mugs, it's relatively quiet.

"So, Spence, when were you going to tell us?" JJ asks, and you smile as you sip your coffee, looking at him in anticipation.

"Yeah, Spence, how long were you going to keep the cat in the bag?" You ask accusingly, smiling at him evilly. He sputters and looks at all of you, lost.

"W-what, now you're just going to gang up with them?" He questions you, and you shrug. Garcia giggles, and Spencer sighs, shoulders dropping.

"Fine. You want to leave me in the cold, two can play that way. I'm taking a shower," he forfeits, pushing his chair back to leave. You so badly want to tease and say without me? but you figure he's had his fair share of taunting for one morning. So you let him leave, figuring it can't be that bad.

As soon as he's out of the room though, you desperately wish he would come back in.

"Is he really good in bed?"

"What did he do that made it hard to walk?"

"Are you the one who called him and got him to leave abruptly from my pre-Christmas party?"

"You're the one who sends him all the text messages that make him blush, aren't you?"

Please shower quickly, Spencer.