The Mission

Six

Spencer couldn't believe what he saw. 

"Spencer, what are you doing in here, man? Give us some privacy, jesus." Alvez shook his head as he pulled his pants back up, and attempted to cover up Y/N's bare ass as if she was wearing anything more to cover it before.

Wait, Spencer? Y/N wondered how in the actual hell these two were connected. They seemed complete opposites of eachother, and Alvez was definitely not a member of the school faculty.

"Y/N, get dressed. Now." Spencer ignored Luke Alvez completely as he glared at Y/N and spoke in a dangerously threatening voice for her to get dressed. Y/N had never seen this side of Spencer before, and she actually felt a bit frightened of how low his voice got, and how angry he looked. Why did he care though? It's not like he was interested in her anyways, he clearly made it known back in the classroom. Feeling like the need to disobey, Y/N smirked as she said, "I don't follow rules, you're not my teacher in this building, Dr. Reid."

"Wait, teacher?" Alvez looked confused as he stared at Spencer. Oh. And then it clicked with him that Y/N was a student at Sunrise High, the school that Spencer, Morgan, Emily, and Penelope were undercover in currently. "Oh, shit. I thought you graduated from high school sweetheart."

"Nah, I got held back, I told you I'm 19, but it was good right? We should do it again." Y/N stroked Luke's stubble as she put on her skirt with one hand. 

"W-wait, and also, Y/N? You told me your name was Charlene." Alvez scratched his head, an apparent confused look dawning upon him. 

"I'm sorry, I just don't give my real name to strangers. If we met again, I would've told you my real name."

Luke laughed and grabbed Y/N's phone from her back pocket and typed his number in. "Now we're not strangers. Y/N, let's get coffee sometime. Hit me up when you can." He winked and then left the stall, purposely bumping into Spencer whilst doing so.

Well that will be a conversation back at the bureau. Spencer sighed, squeezing his temples. It had been just over 24 hours since he's been in Las Vegas, on this mission. In that time, he met Y/N, a beautiful, strong-willed, sexy, playful, provocative, but extremely sexually active girl who got tangled up with everyone around him.

Derek and Luke, now who was next?

"So, what's your deal doctor? You just ruined my precious night."

"You should be home, getting some sleep for tomorrow's class. Why the hell are you at a strip club?" Spencer fumed as he gripped the top of the bathroom stall, his anger overshadowing the fact that he was a germaphobe.

"Why do you care doctor? It's my life, I work here, and you can't tell me to just leave so I can get a good night's sleep. You have no fucking clue what I need to do in order to keep a roof above my head. So before you start shaming me for being here, maybe ask me more nicely instead of shouting at me in this bathroom stall? You've literally scared Luke away, too. At least he doesn't act like a fucking stiff ass like you are. What more can you do tonight to piss me the fuck off?" Y/N did not stutter one bit, as she stared coldly into Spencer's fuming eyes. She angrily looked back at Spencer and

Spencer knew that he needed to stop caring. But he couldn't bring himself to let this go. Even if he was drunk and high out of his mind.

He stalked over to the sink and washed his face with cold water until his conscious was back to the surface. And then he grabbed Y/N, who was sitting on the toilet, legs crossed and emotionless, just staring at him splashing water on his face.

"Where are we going?" Y/N yelled over the music, as she got dragged by Spencer towards the exit of the club. All were going well, until, well, someone grabbed him.

"Spence!!! Are you enjoying the night so far? I've never seen you staying this late, it's almost 3!" JJ yelled over the music. Spencer smiled politely, but he didn't want to do this small talk now. His only priority was getting Y/N to her home safely. "I actually have to go now, I have to take care of-" Spencer only looked behind to realize that Y/N had left, and there was no one behind him.