Miscalculation

There was something about the way Spencer delivered his findings that you found awfully distracting. The way he spoke so feverishly but never tripped over a single word. The immense amount of detail, proof and thought that he put into everything he presented. The way he cared so passionately about each and every case, and that he'd go the extra mile to save every person he possibly could. But most importantly... it was his hands. You'd spent many hours of your life staring intently at his hands. He always gestured when he spoke, there wasn't any part of him that was still. You often found yourself drifting off when he delivered a profile, trying hard not to fantasize and remember the many, many ways he had used his hands to please you.

Today was no exception. He was running his fingers across a series of maps pinned upon the noticeboard. Your head tilted a little to the side as you watched him spread a map open that had curled over an edge. You shuffled in your seat and exhaled sharply before sitting upright. Focus. Focus on the case. You kept saying the words over and over.

"Based on the geographical location of the last five dumpsites, it's likely that our unsub lives within this four mile radius, or at least holds property there." Spencer explained confidently. "Given the level of decay in the body from the estimate time of death I predict that these bodies were there for no more than a week or two. He buried them well enough for decomposition to begin, but they weren't too hidden to never be discovered from the highway." He was delivering his ideas within the team first, and you were set to share Spencer's findings with the local police once his explanation ended.

People were taking notes around you, and so you picked up your pen and started jotting things down. You listened intently to what Spencer was saying as you knew the message needed to be consistent and clear when you shared it with others. The killer was picking up young girls, killing them instantly and dumping their bodies next to polaroid photographs of themselves moments before death. The thought of it made your skin crawl, and you were hungry for a good result.

"Based on my calculations I would say it took on average 51 minutes from where he took the last victim to where she was then found. That's his time frame for completing his acts," he said.

"42-"

You hadn't realised you'd said something until there was an audible cough, and you felt all the eyes on the room gazing incredulously at you. Your cheeks reddened, and you sat up in your seat. Everyone in the room was waiting for your explanation, including Spencer. "Um, sorry Spence, I just think that journey would've took around 42 minutes. If we're saying that he's a local, then surely he would take the new road and bypass the heavy traffic. Which means he would have them for 42 minutes..."

Oh god. I shouldn't have opened my mouth. The silence was deafening as you waited. You held your breath for a few moments as Spencer rescanned his maps, before picking up a sharpie and circling the route that you had suggested instead. He turned back to the table and clicked the lid back on the pen. "That's great work, y/n. I hadn't thought of that road." He smiled reassuringly and you felt the tension leave your body. He agreed with you and you hadn't embarrassed him in front of the team.

But before you could speak, an eruption of laughter began from your left. Morgan leaned back in his chair with his hands over his chest as he chuckled. "W-wait, you're telling me, boy genius just got outsmarted by his girl? You're actually telling me that you made a mistake, Dr?"

You made sure to interrupt before he could say anything else. "I wouldn't call it a mistake, Derek. More of a... miscalculation?" You shrugged your shoulders and Spencer smiled back in response.

"You are not getting away with it that easily! How many years have we been waiting for you to get something wrong? C'mere y/n!" Morgan reached out to give you a fist bump and you completed the gesture.

"Morgan-" Hotch began to settle the room, but it was too late.

"I need Garcia to get me a camera," he was still laughing as he stood up from the table. "Hey, baby girl! You'll never guess what Reid just did..."

"Alright everyone, thank you for your input," Hotch nodded at you before standing over near Spencer. "Wheels up in 30. Reid, why don't you bring these maps with us?"

Spencer nodded and the rest of the team stood until it was just you and Spencer left in the room. You hesitated before speaking, watching him unpin the maps and fold them up into perfect squares.

Slowly, you stood up and approached him, his back still turned away from you. "Spence, babe, I'm sorry, I just..."

But you were interrupted. Spencer spun on his heels, dropped all his paper to the floor and wrapped one arm around your waist. You let out a small gasp as he brought you close to his face, his lips just millimetres away from yours. "Are you kidding me? Sorry? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." You couldn't respond, so instead you leaned up and kissed him. You stood there kissing for a good few minutes, his beautiful fingers gently caressing the sides of your face and the nape of your neck.

Your mind was empty. All thoughts gone from your head, aside from the feeling of his fingertips on your hot skin. You started contemplating locking the door and having a few minutes of alone time right there on the table. After a few minutes Spencer reluctantly pulled away and stared longingly into your eyes. "Let's go solve this case together honey."