When you woke up, Spencer was gone. You rubbed your eyes and got out of bed, walking into the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks, watching a shirtless Spencer making an omelet. You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms and grinning.

Spencer looked up, meeting your eyes. A blush spread across his face. "I spilled coffee on my shirt," he argued, holding up his shirt with a coffee stain, seeing your grin grow wider.

You laughed gently and walked towards him, taking the shirt from his hands. "So clumsy and yet they trust you with a gun," you teased.

"Yeah, I suppose they do," he replied, frowning slightly. You smiled, looking up at his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Spence, can I ask you something," you murmured. He nodded. "I've always wanted to learn how to shoot a gun. Will you teach me?"

Spencer bit his lip and nodded. "What are you doing later?" He questioned.

"Nothing much. I have dinner with Nate but that's it."

"I'll take you to HQ and we can practice? How's that sound for?"

You grinned and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," you gushed, kissing him. Spencer laughed at your excitation and kissed you back.

"Let's eat breakfast first. I'll call down and pull some strings to get you in there."

"You're the best," you answered, pulling away. "And you made me breakfast?"

"It's just eggs Y/N. Trust me, I'm no gourmet chef." Spencer said, reaching for the plate. You sat down at the table across from him, taking a bite of the eggs.

"This is amazing Spencer, thank you." Spencer rolled his eyes and squeezed your hand. He finished his food and stood up, kissing your cheek as he walked past. He walked into your room, grabbing his go-bag from the night before. He changed quickly, returning to the kitchen to see you on the phone.

"Mom, I'm literally getting straight A's. Yes, all my grad school apps are done. Mhm, yeah. Nate's good. No, we're still not dating nor will we ever, please let it go. Yeah, I'm seeing a new guy, yes he's nice. He's actually really sweet Mom. His name is Spencer. He's taking me shooting today. Yes, a real gun. Well, considering he's FBI, I trust his judgement. Yes, I'll tell him you said hello. Talk to you soon, tell dad I said hi. Love you mom, bye."

You clicked the end call button and looked up to see Spencer with a cocked eyebrow. "My mom says hello," you said with a smile, shaking your head lightly, as you walked past him to go get dressed. Spencer smiled at your message and pulled out his phone.

"Hey Mike, any way I can book out the range for a few hours today? Yeah just me and a new possible recruit. Thanks Mike, you're the best."

"New possible recruit?" You asked, sneaking up behind him. He spun around and rubbed the back of his neck.**

"Well I don't think Mike would have appreciated me saying 'my girlfriend wanted to learn how to shoot a gun and I can't help but say yes to that request so can we have the range so I can teach her and also makeout with her for a couple of hours," Spencer said, his eyes widening when he realized what he had just said. You blushed at his words, biting your lip.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, well, I just thought that's what we are. I'm sorry if-"

"Shhh. I'm happy to be your girlfriend. So, how many others am I joining?"

"One or two maybe? I've never had a real relationship before. It's kind of embarrassing," Spencer muttered.

"Good thing I haven't either. But girls had to have adored you in high school Spence. You're so handsome, look at this jaw line," you replied.

"I was 12. It was kind of confusing. Once I got a note from this girl I had crush on. She thought I was cute, but would meet me if I wore a blindfold. I did and she took my shirt off. That's when I heard the laughter. Most of the senior class was in there," Spencer said sadly. You frowned and kissed him deeply, holding his face in your hands.

"That's awful Spencer. I promise I'll make blindfolds fun again. Also, we could have just stayed here if all you wanted was to make out with me." Spencer blushed, kissing your forehead.

"I would not mind that, trust me. But, you requested a lesson and who better to ask than an FBI agent, even a clumsy one."

"Oh shush, I was just teasing. Let's go, I'm excited to see you in your element."

"Yes ma'am, anything else you require?"

"How about one last kiss?" you replied with a grin. Spencer smiled and kissed you gently, pulling you up against him. His kisses made your legs turn wobbly, like jello. You pulled away, looking up at him. "Ok let's go before you and your kisses make me cancel our plans," you said, walking to the door. Spencer smiled and followed you, lacing his fingers with yours.

You decided to take Spencer's car, since it was already registered at the bureau. The drive took about 45 minutes. Spencer pulled into the garage, getting out and opening your door for you. You walked to the range, talking about random things on the way.

Spencer flashed his badge at the man at the front desk, who you imagined was Mike. He smiled and pressed the button, opening the doors to the range.

Spencer grabbed a gun and loaded it. He also grabbed two pairs of earmuffs, placing one pair over you ears. "There, now you won't go deaf."

He pointed the gun at the target and shot twice, hitting the bullseye both times. He clicked the safety and put the gun down, turning to you to see you grinning at him. "Holy hell Spencer," you muttered, pulling him down for a kiss. "Do that again and we're going to need one of your friends to scrub the security footage," you flirted. Spencer blushed and became flustered.

"Y/N! I- well, um, no that's, uhhh," he muttered, his hands drawing circles on the small of your back. You laughed, pecking him before reaching for the gun.

"Kidding! Ok what do I do, Dr. Reid?"

"When Hotch taught me, he said there were 3 steps. One, front sight, focus on the front sight, not on the target," he began, standing behind you. "Two, controlled trigger press," he continued, wrapping his arms around you, his fingers over yours holding the gun. "Three, follow through, after the shot you come right back to the target," he finished, curling his fingers, and yours, over the trigger. He pressed down, releasing the bullet. It flew through the air and hit the center of the bullseye. "Perfect," he whispered into your ear, his voice causing the hairs on the back to stand up. Your breath hitched in your throat.

"Th-thanks," you replied. Usually it was you flirting with Spencer. But, he was in his preferred environment and that made him even more attractive.

"Now you try it on your own." You nodded and took a breath, repeating the steps in your mind. You took another breath and pulled the trigger, releasing your breath as you did so. The bullet hit a little left of the bullseye. You shot again, this time hitting the bullseye. You put the gun down and turned, throwing your arms around Spencer. "You're a natural," Spencer whispered, kissing the top of your head. You smiled at his words.

You spent another two hours at the range, Spencer letting you shoot for the most part, though he did wrap his arms around your waist for a majority of the time. You liked his touch, except when he would kiss your neck and cause you to miss. "Spence," you whined. "You're distracting me."

Spencer laughed and said he would refrain from kissing you before forgetting his promise and doing it again. Eventually, after realizing you were pretty good at this, you decided to call it a day. "Maybe a job in law enforcement is my calling," you teased, putting down the gun and removing your earmuffs. Spencer did the same, rolling his eyes at you.

"Mhm sure. Ready to go?" He asked. You nodded and laced your fingers with his, leaving the facility. Mike winked at Spencer as he left, causing you to blush and melt into Spencer's side from embarrassment.