the way i could commit arson rn

Of course I'm serious. Should I pick you up? You know they've got some of the greatest astronomical works from as far back as the 1400s in the library

THE 1400S??? yes yes yes let's go i'll be waiting outside on the porch!!

"Well, late 1400s." Spencer says into the phone almost apologetically as he pulls onto her street. "1480s. But it's all still fascinating."

He gets out and hangs up the phone as he sees her waiting.

"Hi."

the way i could commit arson rn

Of course I'm serious. Should I pick you up? You know they've got some of the greatest astronomical works from as far back as the 1400s in the library

the way i could commit arson rn

Or I have another idea? I think you'll find it just as fascinating and it's not illegal!

what is it?

I have a friend at USNO. He says he can get us in tonight, the tours have been cancelled and we'll have some space to ourselves. And of course their library is exceptional.

the way i could commit arson rn

Or I have another idea? I think you'll find it just as fascinating and it's not illegal!

Closed RP with @agentaaronhotchnxr

It didn't add up. Spencer flipped through the files again, reviewing the facts that were already etched in his mind. Different MOs, no solid signature, but this many of their arrested UnSubs in this short a period of time? The odds were astronomically low.

And no one was investigating. Spencer slipped the file lower on his desk as another agent walked by. The whole situation was strange, illogical, and Dr. Spencer Reid didn't like illogical. It bothered him, needling at the edge of his mind until he had had to take action if only to quiet it. But research had done nothing to quiet his worries. Finally, he made a decision. He put the file back into the box and walked over to Hotch's office, knocking on the door.

"I don't think I could ever get used to you." Spencer says honestly. Every time Aaron tells him he loves him, it's a new thrill, it's simply amazing.

He chuckles lowly, putting a waffle on the plate beside him. "You will, sweetheart. I'll love you for the rest of our lives."

Spencer smiles, giving him another soft kiss before pulling away.

"Good, because you know I'm not going to stop loving you. Ever."

"It's not fine. What that woman did was not fine." He says, his arms tightening protectively around them.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Do you really want to keep working there?"

Alex softly presses kisses to Spencer's jawline to calm him. They knew he hated hearing about something bad happening to them.

"Baby, I'm fine. My manager kicked her out. Apparently he can do that. I don't think there's anything you can do. I like my job and I want to keep working there."

Spencer relaxes a little, but still, it frustrates him that there's nothing he can do.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just want you to be treated as well as you deserve, love."

"You don't have to keep saying you're sorry. It's okay. Really. You treat me well and that's all that matters to me."

."It's not okay." He mutters but forces himself to calm down for them. "I just want to treat you as you deserve, love."

Closed RP with @agentaaronhotchnxr

It didn't add up. Spencer flipped through the files again, reviewing the facts that were already etched in his mind. Different MOs, no solid signature, but this many of their arrested UnSubs in this short a period of time? The odds were astronomically low.

And no one was investigating. Spencer slipped the file lower on his desk as another agent walked by. The whole situation was strange, illogical, and Dr. Spencer Reid didn't like illogical. It bothered him, needling at the edge of his mind until he had had to take action if only to quiet it. But research had done nothing to quiet his worries. Finally, he made a decision. He put the file back into the box and walked over to Hotch's office, knocking on the door.

"I don't think I could ever get used to you." Spencer says honestly. Every time Aaron tells him he loves him, it's a new thrill, it's simply amazing.

Closed RP with @agentaaronhotchnxr

It didn't add up. Spencer flipped through the files again, reviewing the facts that were already etched in his mind. Different MOs, no solid signature, but this many of their arrested UnSubs in this short a period of time? The odds were astronomically low.

And no one was investigating. Spencer slipped the file lower on his desk as another agent walked by. The whole situation was strange, illogical, and Dr. Spencer Reid didn't like illogical. It bothered him, needling at the edge of his mind until he had had to take action if only to quiet it. But research had done nothing to quiet his worries. Finally, he made a decision. He put the file back into the box and walked over to Hotch's office, knocking on the door.

Hotch smiles as he walks around them, heading toward the kitchen to get Benny his breakfast.

"What are you hungry for, Spence? I can do pancakes, waffles, omelets, whatever you want." Luckily, he'd stocked the fridge only a few days before, so there's plenty for them for a few days.

"I don't know." Spencer sat back to think for a moment. "I don't really eat breakfast, I'm happy with whatever you'd like."

He rolls his eyes playfully, "Well, we'll have remedy that, won't we?" But he sets to work, pulling out a waffle iron and mix, setting to work at making breakfast.

Spencer plays with Benny another moment, letting the excited dog have his fun before coming up behind Aaron, sliding his arms around him and pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck as he cooks.

"Smells good. I think I might get used to breakfast."

"It's not fine. What that woman did was not fine." He says, his arms tightening protectively around them.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Do you really want to keep working there?"

Alex softly presses kisses to Spencer's jawline to calm him. They knew he hated hearing about something bad happening to them.

"Baby, I'm fine. My manager kicked her out. Apparently he can do that. I don't think there's anything you can do. I like my job and I want to keep working there."

Spencer relaxes a little, but still, it frustrates him that there's nothing he can do.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just want you to be treated as well as you deserve, love."

"It's not fine. What that woman did was not fine." He says, his arms tightening protectively around them.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Do you really want to keep working there?"

"Oh, Sloan, please." He breathes, losing his composure as she touches him.

Closed RP with @agentaaronhotchnxr

It didn't add up. Spencer flipped through the files again, reviewing the facts that were already etched in his mind. Different MOs, no solid signature, but this many of their arrested UnSubs in this short a period of time? The odds were astronomically low.

And no one was investigating. Spencer slipped the file lower on his desk as another agent walked by. The whole situation was strange, illogical, and Dr. Spencer Reid didn't like illogical. It bothered him, needling at the edge of his mind until he had had to take action if only to quiet it. But research had done nothing to quiet his worries. Finally, he made a decision. He put the file back into the box and walked over to Hotch's office, knocking on the door.

Hotch smiles as he walks around them, heading toward the kitchen to get Benny his breakfast.

"What are you hungry for, Spence? I can do pancakes, waffles, omelets, whatever you want." Luckily, he'd stocked the fridge only a few days before, so there's plenty for them for a few days.

"I don't know." Spencer sat back to think for a moment. "I don't really eat breakfast, I'm happy with whatever you'd like."

"I'm so sorry." He holds them close, anger rising at the people who disrespected them, but he knows they don't need anger now.

"That's terrible, I'm sorry."

"Hello, beautiful." He whispers back, wrapping an arm around her while the other brushes her hair back before cupping her cheek, taking her all in.

She leans into his touch for a moment, his palm warm against her cheek. She dips her head down to kiss him, holding herself up with her forearm beside his head.

He kisses her and it's perfect, she's so perfect on top of him here, he can't help grinding up a little as he holds her close.

She smiles against his lips, running her hands through his hair and tugging gently, "Looks like someone's needy, hm?" she teases

He bites back a light whine as she pulls, a light flush rising to his face.

"Maybe a little." He admits, running his hands down to her hips. Trying not to show exactly how much he needs her.

"Just a little?" she repeats, raising a brow at him, "Baby, everything about you screams desperate right now," she says with a soft laugh, taking in his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils

"Can you blame me?" He asks, his voice breathy as he points out. "You're on top of me, and you're all, well, you, beautiful, and gorgeous, and amazing. I need you."

Closed RP with @agentaaronhotchnxr

It didn't add up. Spencer flipped through the files again, reviewing the facts that were already etched in his mind. Different MOs, no solid signature, but this many of their arrested UnSubs in this short a period of time? The odds were astronomically low.

And no one was investigating. Spencer slipped the file lower on his desk as another agent walked by. The whole situation was strange, illogical, and Dr. Spencer Reid didn't like illogical. It bothered him, needling at the edge of his mind until he had had to take action if only to quiet it. But research had done nothing to quiet his worries. Finally, he made a decision. He put the file back into the box and walked over to Hotch's office, knocking on the door.

He leans into the kiss, hands cupping Spencer's face -- marveling at how beautiful he is in the soft morning light.

"C'mon, let's go downstairs and get some breakfast. I'm sure Benny is about ready to have a fit because he hasn't been fed yet."

"Yes, let's go. I'd hate to upset Benny." Spencer follows behind as they go downstairs, looking at the house, all the details he hadn't seen last night. Benny runs up to them as they come downstairs, startling him but he's smiling as he kneels down to give him attention, apologizing for keeping Aaron late. There's something just so endearing about the dog, even with Spencer's normal aversion.

"Hello, beautiful." He whispers back, wrapping an arm around her while the other brushes her hair back before cupping her cheek, taking her all in.

She leans into his touch for a moment, his palm warm against her cheek. She dips her head down to kiss him, holding herself up with her forearm beside his head.

He kisses her and it's perfect, she's so perfect on top of him here, he can't help grinding up a little as he holds her close.

She smiles against his lips, running her hands through his hair and tugging gently, "Looks like someone's needy, hm?" she teases

He bites back a light whine as she pulls, a light flush rising to his face.

"Maybe a little." He admits, running his hands down to her hips. Trying not to show exactly how much he needs her.