𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟏𝟏. 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

POSSIBLE TW: the next few chapters might have light mention of child trafficking and p3d0s, please skip if you're sensitive to content like that <3

the case the team was called back for was a case that the BAU had been working on for a while. it was a large child trafficking ring. this case hit you hard. you were generally fine with other cases like this, but with the few kids you had saved from this ring, it was different. the way they'd talk about the torture and mistreatment they went through sent shivers up your spine,

"agent y/l/n." a voice pierced through your thoughts. you jumped in your seat, looking up. it was spencer,

"oh, yea spencer..?" you asked, scratching the back of your head. 

he was really a sight for sore eyes-

"you know about the team dinner tonight, right?" he mentioned, sliding his hand that wasn't holding his coffee cup into his pocket. he shrugged his left shoulder, adjusting his leather satchel,

"what time tonight?" you asked, swiveling your chair towards him. you nibbled on the end of your pen,

"starts at 7PM. at vecchia nonna, i think." he said with a nod. he lifted his coffee up to his lips as he rocked back and forth on the heels and balls of his feet,

"yea, sure. i'll be there." you sighed, turning back to your desk. you continued to look at the case file until the hair on the back of your neck raised up as you felt spencer lean down and whisper to you,

"you should button your shirt up. so unprofessional, y/n." he teased, leaning back up and then walking away. you watched him go, your stomach filled with butterflies. with spencer still in earshot, you quickly fired back,

"maybe get some looser pants. or don't." you saw him turn back towards you in confusion and you checked him out, 

"it fits well. especially around your bul-" you began,

"i'll see you later tonight, y/n." spencer quickly interrupted. he sped off in a flushed manner. you watched him go, still chewing on the end of your pen. you shook your head and chuckled, scooting your chair back into your desk and continuing your reading.

the team was let off early for everyone to get ready for the dinner. 

once home, you picked out a cute but someone appropriate outfit. before you changed, you put on a white strapless bra, knowing you were gonna be wearing something with spaghetti straps.

 you chose a deep red colored pencil skirt. it rode up high on your waist, ending a little bit above your knees. to go with it, you chose a white ribbed tank top that left some room to show some stomach. you put it on, sliding the spaghetti straps over your shoulders slowly. you looked at yourself in the mirror, thinking about what spencer had said. 

'you don't ever have to hide from me. ever. you're perfect the way you are.'

his words echoed in your head as you continued getting dressed, sliding on a pair of strappy nude heels. to accessorize, you chose a pearl necklace that rested right on the base of of your neck, and to accompany it, a matching bracelet. once finished, you realized you didn't have much more time to get ready. you jogged to your bathroom, putting on a light layer of base makeup. you did a simple smokey eye, putting on false lashes. you quickly slapped on some highlighter onto your high cheekbones and clear lipgloss on your lips. you ran your brush through your hair a few times before swiftly spraying yourself with a new perfume you bought while on the trip. you jogged out of your bathroom again and to your wallet and phone, which were neatly resting on your dresser. you snatched them and rushed downstairs. with a quick swipe of your hand, you took your car keys and then made your way to your garage, and to your car.