this song is a favorite of mine for cheering myself up and every time I can't help but think of Spencer. I just couldn't resist. hope you all enjoy!

by the way, I tried to time the song to the story, but I ended up failing miserably and I don't recommend it. you're probably better just listening to it before reading (or at least enough to get the gist of the song, because it's kind of important)

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"You guys are all coming tonight, right? Party at the bar a block from my place?" Morgan asks, pointing an accusing finger around at the group as you all gather your things at your desks. You look up and lock eyes with Spencer right across from you, and you do that thing where you have a conversation with your eyes. Only with Spencer can you do it, but somehow it's the easiest thing in the world. You'd think Garcia distracting Morgan by messing with the height of his chair that she's residing in would disrupt you two, but it all fades to background noise.

You going? He asks, eyebrows raised.

Maybe, you say, glancing from your papers to Morgan and Garcia and shrugging.

Paperwork? He questions sympathetically, and you shoot him a sad smile.

We should go, he answers, setting down his own papers. You take a deep breath and nod, setting down your folders too.

"Spencer and I will be there, Morgan," you tell him, but he's so distracted with teasing Garcia he barely hears. You and Spencer laugh, and Emily shakes her head.

"He is aware that there's about a million bars in the vicinity of his apartment, right?" She asks jokingly, and you smile back.

"Yeah, but you'll know it when you see it. Trust me, it's the only one that screams Morgan," you tease, and Morgan miraculously still doesn't seem to notice a word you're saying about him. Emily chuckles, zipping up her bag to take home.

"So what you're saying is look for the one bar I'd only go in to get hit on by every living thing in the place?" She asks, and you nod strongly, both giggling.

"Well, actually, there's over sixty-five thousand bar and nightclub establishments in the US, and it's arguable that every single one of them is a place for people to hit on each other," Spencer cuts in, and Emily rolls her eyes laughingly and walks away halfway through, sending a wave. You wave back and force a smile, but kind of hate the disappointed look on Spencer's face as he watches her stroll off while he's talking. You've always had a soft spot for Spencer, and although he pretends it's fine and doesn't care too much when you're on a case, you know that underneath it makes him a little sad to know people don't bother to listen to his statistics. You always make an effort to listen, both for his sake and yours. You love hearing him talk, and he has some pretty funny obscure facts sometimes.

"It's arguable that anywhere on earth is a place to get hit on, Spencer," you laugh, gathering up the last of your things. His smile returns at your comment as he pulls his messenger bag onto his shoulder, and you beam back at him. God, you love making him smile.

See you tonight, his eyes say happily, and you give him a little nod as he turns and leaves. Why does he have to be so cute?

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"(Y/N)! You're late!" drunk Derek greets you, stumbling forward as you pass him on the dance floor. Random girls help him get his balance, and you're not even a little surprised as they take the opportunity to touch him excessively.

"Yeah, looks like I missed loads of fun. Where's the team?" You ask, laughing, and he hazily points you towards the back. You pat his shoulder and go in the general direction he said, spotting them soon enough. Emily and JJ are laughing over their beers, Garcia is drooling at Morgan over hers, Hotch and Rossi were apparently too good to show yet, and Spencer is standing stick straight, looking wildly uncomfortable.

"Okay, you can start the party now," you say, walking up to their table and giving a fake bow. Aside from a still zoned out Garcia, they all laugh. Spencer especially brightens up as you take the stool nearest to where he's standing. He slides a bottle of beer your way, and you smile, taking a sip. You keep your eyes locked with his the whole way through, unable to tear yourself away as you say thank you in your weird unspoken language.

"So what happened? Why so unfashionably late?" JJ asks, and your cheeks heat up lightly as you look down at your carefully planned outfit. No one would know it, but the plain green v-neck and black skinny jeans were the thousandth thing you tried on. Your closet was an absolute war zone.

"Well, unlike you fools, I have an actual job. Paperwork, my friends," you say, and the girls groan. Spencer shoots you a weird look, but you force yourself not to look, knowing you'll end up revealing the real reason. So fine, you worked hard to look just right for him, whatever. You mentally slap yourself at the very thought - you always promised yourself you'd never be the person to dress solely for a guy. But it was Spencer, not just a guy. You couldn't help yourself when it came to him.

The night goes on with you and Spencer sitting mostly silent, letting Emily and JJ do the talking and laughing at the appropriate parts.

"Hey, I love this song!" JJ suddenly exclaims as an upbeat song you've never heard comes over the speakers. Morgan is suddenly stumbling up behind you, putting an arm over both your shoulder and Spencer's.

"I requested this song for the lovebirds," he slurs giddily, and you look around the table, confused and amused.

"Lovebirds? Who would that be?" You ask, laughing. You do a double take when you notice that the three girls are suddenly very interested in their beer, not one of them looking at you. You frantically look to Spencer, who mostly looks uninterested and slightly uncomfortable with Morgan leaning on him as the lyrics start.

"You and Reid, duh!" He slurs again, and you seriously question how many beers it takes for him to get this hammered - he's no lightweight. Then what he's said hits you, and you snap to attention. You look to Spencer again, wide eyed as he wears the same face you imagine you're wearing. His mouth is open and his brows furrowed as he leans back and looks at Morgan.

"(Y/N) and I aren't-" he starts, and JJ bursts out laughing. Emily and Garcia are soon to follow, and you want nothing more than to melt into the ground. You are so going to punch Morgan when he's sober again.

"Dance!" Morgan practically yells, his grip on both of you suddenly becoming tight. He drags you by your necks, and you and Spencer nearly fall trying to follow him while simultaneously being stuck under his strong arms. Once you're in the middle on the dance floor with no escape from the mass of sweaty bodies, he releases you. He quickly finds girls to pull him away, and it's just you and Spencer standing still with people grinding all around you. He looks anywhere but to you.

"This is awkward," he says, and you laugh. When you do, he finally pulls his gaze up to meet yours, and you're paralyzed for a second. You catch glimpses of the lyrics, realizing it's a song about kissing instead of talking. He pulls his eyes away from yours and glances upwards, seemingly listening to the song like you are.

You're both blushing at the words when someone bumps into you from behind, knocking you into him. You have a sneaking suspicion it was Morgan, but the only thing going through your head is how good Spencer smells this close to you.

"Apparently Morgan thinks we talk too much," he whispers, and you barely hear him over the noise. But when Spencer acknowledges the song, you feel a rush, thinking maybe he's feeling the same way as you. On a high, you wrap your arms around his neck. You expect him to look startled, but instead he just moves his hands to your waist mindlessly. You smile up at him as the song keeps going in the background.

Stay cool, it's just a kiss.
So why you gotta be so talkative?

"Will you get off the floor if you're not going to dance?" A snooty girl retorts as she shimmies by with a poor chap trailing behind her hopelessly. You can't help but laugh between the strange girl and Spencer's shocked expression. He looks down at you in fear, but you smile reassuringly.

"She has a point, Spencer," you giggle as he shakes his head frantically.

"I don't dance," he insists, but you start to swing your hips from side to side in time with the song, and he gulps, hands still on your waist.

"C'mon, I've got you," you say, sending him another smile. He shakily starts to move, mostly doing tiny awkward toe-steps. It's so sad that it's cute, and you laugh and bury your head in his chest. You're startled when it rumbles with his voice.

"Around seventy-five percent of people say they're bad dancers, and of those-" For the first time since you've met Spencer, you don't listen to his full statistic. You kiss him instead.

He's surprised and pulls his head back at first, but quickly readjusts and leans further into you. Spencer's lips are soft, and he tastes like coffee and mint toothpaste instead of beer because he hasn't been drinking.

When you pull away, he rests his forehead against yours as you both smile widely.

"You talk too much, Spencer," you tease, and he laughs. The song comes to a close too quickly and fades into another, and you both continue to sway and lean on each other.

After some time of being the weird couple that slow dances in the middle of a group of people grinding, Spencer pipes up again.

"You said you were late because of paperwork, but I thought we agreed to leave that behind at the office?" He phrases it as a question, and you chuckle, your head still resting on his shoulder.

"Caught that, huh?" You ask, looking up at Spencer as he studies you. You smile up at him and his perfect height. Sighing, you know he'll bother you endlessly if you don't give him answer.

"I had to find the perfect outfit to impress the guy I like. I knew he was going to be here, you see, and I really wanted him to think I looked amazing tonight. Which is silly, to dress for a guy, but he's deserving of the extra effort," you explain, and although at first Spencer looks hurt and jealous, he's not stupid. He's the only one in your arms, and this quickly dawns on him, and he smiles when he realizes you're talking about him.

"He thinks you always look amazing," Spencer whispers in your ear, and you swear you get goosebumps over every inch of your skin. Being that attractive should be illegal. He beams when he notices you shiver, and pulls you into him even closer. His hands are still sitting lightly on your waist, Spencer being a true gentleman and not venturing any lower. Not that you'd mind if he did, but still. The guy's got class.

"How would you feel about going out to dinner with me sometime, my treat?" You ask, and Spencer giggles and nods. Giggles. Like you said: fucking illegal. He kisses the top of your head, making your grin grow even further. You feel like a kid on Christmas.

"That'd be perfect."

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"Ten bucks says he's asked her out by now," Emily says, pointing to you and Reid as you smile like doofuses and dance like them, too. You look incredibly out of place, but incredibly happy.

"You kidding? Twenty says she's asked him out," JJ counters, and Hotch and Emily laugh. Garcia, Morgan, and Rossi are MIA, but the trio left is still having fun.

"It took them two years to just dance together, my money says neither has done the asking out. Not yet," Hotchner interjects, and the girls look at him in surprise, then share a look. He rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his beer.

"Just because I'm their boss and supposed to tell them to not date doesn't mean I'm blind or stupid," he says, and the girls laugh again.

"Hate to spoil it, but she did kiss him tonight. That's a step," JJ says, but Prentiss shakes her head.

"Oh no. You cannot just say they 'kissed.' I'm sorry, they made out and you know it." Prentiss counters, and Hotch shakes his head.

"I'm impressed. I always thought they'd talk too much to ever shut each other up."