*if you are new to this story, it is being updated! so things may look out of place but i promise it'll all make sense once i finish! :)*
You and Spencer work together in the BAU while also having a relationship that was kept under wraps. You both h...
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You left the courtroom happy and in hands with Spencer. The team wanted to go get drinks to celebrate and you were okay with it, but you didn't feel like drinking.
"Come on, y/n! You need an alcoholic beverage to celebrate!" Penny slurs her words as she leans up against you.
"Pen, I'm perfectly fine with a club soda. You do need some water though, I'll be right back." You replied as you took her glass of liquor and you heard her groan as you left the table.
"Can I get a water and another club soda, please?" You asked as you approached the bar, placing Penny's cup of liquor down and the bartender nods and left you, taking the glass with him.
"Ooh, look at that fine ass." A male voice calls out as he walks up to you.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, knowing they were talking to you.
"I'm sure I have a 'fine ass' but I'm not looking for some assholes to fuck around with." You snapped back at them and they all laughed and hooted.
"Aw come on, you got a boyfriend or sum?" He asks as he drank his beer with his friends around him.
"As the matter of fact, I do. Now excuse me you morons, I have a table to get back to." You said and you grabbed the drinks that the bartender has given you. You also asked to get a couple of tequila shots.
"I bet you your boyfriend isn't good in bed as I am!" He hollers out.
You froze and turned around to face them with a cold look. They kept laughing and slapping each other in the arm. They looked back at you as they saw you giving a cold look.
"Oh trust me, he's real good. Do you want to know what else he's good at? Having fucking manners." You said coldly, placing the tray of drinks on the bar top. You grabbed a shot of tequila and shot it back, slamming the glass on the top.
"And we don't?"
"No, you don't. You are acting like real assholes and kids who don't know how to use their manners around women. This is exactly why we can't go out alone, because of you boys. That's right, I called you boys because you don't have the maturity level of a man who knows how to respect women. I really didn't want to deal with a bunch of shitheads tonight but of course, here we are." You said sarcastically while swinging your hands in the air.
The man scowls and walks up to you, gripping his hand around your arm, tightly, "What did you just say?"
"Oh, shitheads?" You asked innocently, giving him a fake pout.
He growls and pushes you against the bar, leaning in close to you, "You don't get to do that, you bitch." He whispers.
"I'm so sorry. How about I do this?" You threw your knee up against his crotch and he stumbles back in pain.
You went up to him and you slammed him against the bar then you pushed your body against his and pulled his arm back. He yells out in pain, panicking.
"You don't ever and I mean ever touch an FBI agent." You whispered into his ear.
