𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟏𝟎. 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

that night after you and spencer slept together, you stayed in his room. unfortunately, your fantasy come to life soon ended due to a call from hotch. 

spencer's phone rang around 4AM. his eyes jumped open and he sat up, releasing his arms from around you. you opened your eyes, blinking a few times as you slowly propped yourself up on your elbows, holding the covers over your bare chest,

"spencer. we're gonna have to cut the trip short. if you could pack up and be out at the runway at 7 that'd be great."

"wait, hotch, why? what's going on?" 

he said, his voice tired and raspy. he rubbed his eyes with a groan,

"we were called back to deal with a high profile case. i'll tell you more about it once we're on the jet." 

and with that, hotch hung up. spencer lowered the phone from his ear and you squinted at him,

"spence, what's happening..?" you mumbled. he looked at you,

"get dressed, we gotta pack up. by 7." he sighed, lifting the covers off of him as he turned and slid off the bed. you widened your eyes,

"by 7?" you practically jumped out of the comforter, still naked. you quickly put on the robe hanging on his bathroom door. he watched with amusement as he got dressed. you scrambled around, gathering your clothes and such that were scattered around his floor. you took your phone and ran out of his bedroom, and out his front door to down the hall. he scoffed with a smile and a shake of his head. 

you ran down the hall, opening your door and dashing in. you dropped the clothes and went to your room to messily pack up your belongings into your suitcase. while you packed up, you laid out an outfit for yourself. before you got dressed, you packed up your toiletries. shoving your things into your suitcase, you slid the robe off and quickly put on a simple bra and underwear. you turned and put on tight, yet comfortable, dark denim jeans. you grabbed a gray short sleeve button down shirt. you left 2 buttons unbuttoned and made sure the collar rested comfortably on your shoulders. you shuffled towards the long mirror hanging on the back of your door as you tucked the shirt into your jeans. with a quick turn, you took the leather belt lying across the bed and slid it through the belt loops of your jeans, tightening the belt to a comfortable hold around your waist. you decided to put on a casual charcoal grey blazer on over yourself to make sure you were warm. you shuffled through your bag to find a pair of simple black ankle boots that had a slight heel to them. you spun around to your closet, extending the door and crouching down to the safe which held your handgun holster and your glock. you grabbed it, hanging the holster on your waist and sliding the gun in carefully. you stood up slowly, rubbing your forehead in stress. 

you had ran a brush through your hair so it now fell smoothly on your shoulders. you put on your chapstick and light mascara. 

you didn't wanna look like a total caveman.

by about 5:45 you were ready, everything was packed and you were heading out your door back to spencer's room in an attempt to get more information. you closed the room door for the last time, adjusting your bag that was slung over your shoulder. your suitcase rolled behind you, coming to a halt as you knocked on spencer's door. you tapped your foot as you waited, adjusting the simple gold necklace you had on from the day before. you looked down as you felt the tiredness start to settle in. you snapped your head up as you heard the door open.

spencer was wearing a formal long sleeve shirt, colored cadet blue. the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his forearms. the shirt was tucked into his black trousers and dark belt with a plain silver buckle. the fabric hugged his thighs in every perfect way. he was wearing a grey plaid waistcoat, his navy tie neatly tucked into it. he wore blue and orange mismatched socks, the orange one having a white herringbone pattern. his wavy hair hung on him in a messy yet tidy way. you swallowed your thoughts with a long blink,

"do you wanna come in?" spencer asked, stepping out of the doorway for you to enter. you nodded, dragging yourself into his room. you leaned against the kitchen island, taking your hand off the handle of your suitcase. he closed the door and looked at you,

"don't look at me like that. i know i probably look like shit right now. rude awakening." you said sarcastically. the corner of spencer's mouth turned upwards,

"i know, i know." he walked past you deeper into the kitchen to the coffee pot, which already had warm coffee in it. you crossed your arms and turned your head, 

"oh god please give me some-" you said, practically hauling yourself towards him.

by 7, you and the rest of the team were at the private runway you'd flew into florida at. you spent most of the car ride to the runway asleep against the window. you exited the car with jj, penelope and emily, walking towards the jet. you all waited as the steps were lowered. jj, penelope, and emily managed to drag their bags up the steps, with the help from the pilot. you began to heave your bag up but were stopped by spencer taking it. you watched, slightly confused but grateful. he nodded at you and you walked up the steps of the jet. you stood just beside the doorway and watched him carry your bag up. you stepped to the side as he slid the suitcase into a storage closet. you reached out and squeezed his arm in a thank you, then practically flopped down into a comfortable seat. spencer walked past you, sitting in the table across from yours. hotch and morgan sat in the same booth as him, sitting across from him, while rossi sat in his own chair. penelope sat with you, but let you have your own side. she knew you were tired and grumpy. jj and emily sat together in separate chairs, whispering to each other to keep the noise level to a minimum.

the jet was soon up in the air, but you couldn't sleep. your eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds and the warmth of the jet didn't help. you groaned, sitting up. you slid off your blazer, running a hand through your hair. you glanced up at spencer who had lifted his eyes up from his phone to look at you. you sent him a small smirk and unbuttoned another button on your shirt, fanning yourself with your hand. you noticed spencer look back down at his phone. your device soon buzzed in your back pocket and you furrowed your eyebrows, taking it out from your jeans. you turned it on and unlocked it, seeing you had one unread message from reid.

spencer's heart pounded as he typed to you, his hands shaking and palms sweaty. he only flirted this way with you. when you were around, you made him more confident in himself. he sent the text and then lifted his gaze to watch your reaction.

s: nice shirt, but you'd look even better with it off.

your eyebrows raised in surprise and you looked up at spencer. he raised his eyebrows right back at you. you bit the inside corner of your lip and texted back,

y/n: you too, doctor

you ran your hand behind your head to shovel your hair over one side of your shoulder as you watched spencer take a sip of his water. 

you knew he'd read your text after he nearly spat out his drink onto morgan and hotch.