The Mission

Four

He'd definitely seen her from somewhere, but didn't know where, when, and why exactly.

But Spencer could never forget that face. Her long, wavy dark hair. Her crooked but beautiful smile that showed no care for the world, but at the same time how her lips a delicate shade of pinkish red, plump and eager for attention. Her deep eyes, with dark lashes fluttering as she speaks in her sexy voice. Her little nose that perked up as she condescendingly stared up at him.

Her makeup and clothes were a contrast from her face, as she looked like a pure angel but with dark makeup and to be honest, not much clothes on.

Yeah, she was definitely his type.

And she was so bold, sexually confident, and along with her beauty sent blood rushing down to his cock.

"What are you thinkin about pretty boy?" Morgan asked with a teasing smile. He definitely wants to talk about Y/N.

"Morgan, so far I have come up with a conclusion that this Y/N is a tough nut. I profiled her to be an attention seeking girl who lacks love and care from her parents, who are probably either dead or away. She was neglected and betrayed by many people in her childhood which made her live a pretty shallow life, so she interacts with people but doesn't expose her true self, or personality. She uses sex to fulfil herself and also to use as a distraction from her tedious life because she feels like a shell that's decorated on the outside but empty in the inside. She feels that she needs older men, who remind her of a father figure, to guide her or help her feel better, and she thinks that getting them to do that for her requires sex in someway, like an exchange sorta thing." Spencer paused to take a breath and watched as Morgan squints his eyes at him.

"Pretty boy, you profiled her when she was trying to make you horny? Now that's talent. Remind me to tell Garcia this. Babygirl would die for this story." Morgan teased, as he typed on his phone.

"It doesn't matter at all, because I would never feel that way towards her. She's an underage student, and I'm an undercover agent waiting for instructions from our team. Besides she is definitely not my type, she is too much." He shot back at Morgan.

"You know she isn't underage. She was held back. And she is your literal type. Your dick is speaking for yourself you know. But whatever you say. Send the report back to Hotch and tell him we're keeping on eye on few of the students here, but no certainty yet that the Unsub is in this school." Morgan shrugged and left the room.

Spencer gathered the papers and then the notes he made about Y/N without much thought caught his eye. Bold, pretty smile, damaged. The word "damaged" stands out the most. He knew that she was damaged in some way, and he just felt that she needed to be protected when the killer strikes again. She was vulnerable to the outside forces, although she acted like she wasn't afraid of anything. Spencer knew he was gonna keep an eye on her, no matter what the protocol of the BAU and this mission was.

He wanted to make more notes on her behaviour today, but pushed those thoughts aside. Besides, today was the first day of undercover and the whole BAU team was going out tonight to celebrate at a strip/host club. Spencer didn't want to go, but Emily had made him sign a promise after he lost a bet with her. So, he was going to get ready now and maybe get laid, so he doesn't think about Y/N.

But still, the name Y/N was burning in the back of his mind. And he longed to at least talk to her one more time. To feel her.