You reached the car and Spencer turned it on. You unbuckled your belt and made your way into Spencer's lap. Spencer took a deep breath in, turning the car off. "Y/N," he began.

"I was told we would have time to make out," you whispered, kissing his jaw. Spencer groaned, pushing you off of him gently. You frowned, looking up at him sadly.

"Listen, as much as I am enjoying this, I think the FBI garage isn't the best place to do it." You nodded and moved to return to your seat. Spencer hurriedly put the car in drive and sped out of the garage, going in a direction you didn't recognize.

He pulled into a parking spot in front of a building you assumed was his apartment and picked you up, lifting you into his lap. "Now where were we?" He whispered, leaning down to capture your lips. You responded by wrapping you arms around his neck, moving your lips with his.

"Spence," you muttered, reaching for his tie. You undid it and pulled it over his head. "I think we should take this inside." Spencer took a breath and opened the door. You crawled out of the car, Spencer following. He pulled you up the stairs to apartment 23, you following him into it. He closed the door and pushed you against it, attaching his lips to yours once again.

You reached for his button-up, messily undoing them. He began to kiss down your jawline, biting gently once reaching your neck. You moaned, pushing Spencer's shirt off his shoulders. He bit harder, causing you to gasp. Spencer pulled away, admiring his work. You whimpered, missing his touch on your skin. He smirked and kissed you, groaning when he heard a phone ring. He reached for his pocket only to realize it wasn't his phone that was ringing, it was yours.

You sighed and tried to ignore it, but the phone rang again. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, seeing Nate was calling. Spencer frowned as you picked up the call. "Hey Nate, what's up?"

"Hey Y/N, I'm heading to your apartment in a few. Any ideas on a place for dinner?"

"Hmm, I don't know exactly. I'm 20 minutes away from home right now. But, how about Indian?" you asked, tracing patterns on Spencer's chest. Spencer hummed softly, kissing your neck again. "Would you mind if Spencer came with us?" you continued, watching him look up at you from under his eyelashes.

"Yeah, bring him, I'd love to meet the man who's captured your heart."

"You're the best. See you in 30 minutes," you exclaimed, ending the call. "Spencer Reid, you tease," you shrieked, pushing him gently.

"You didn't have to invite me to dinner Y/N. I don't want to intrude," Spencer argued.

"Shut up and put a shirt on," you muttered, going to what you imagined was his bathroom. You groaned as you looked in the mirror. "Do you realize how hard it'll be to cover this up?" you asked, touching the red mark on your neck.

Spencer appeared behind you, wearing a purple shirt with a black tie, and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. "I guess I got a bit carried away. Can you blame me? A beauty like you in my arms, what else am I supposed to do?"

You blushed, covering you face with your hands. "Ok let's get going, I wanna change into something comfier before Nate gets there."

Within 20 minutes, you were at your apartment. You changed into a sweater and some leggings, tying your hair up into a ponytail. However, this didn't cover up your hickey in the slightest so you decided on a turtleneck instead.

Nate arrived ten minutes later. The three of you left the apartment, going to the Indian place around the corner. "So, Dr. Reid, why 3 PhD's?" Nate asked.

"I was sort of a child prodigy. And school was the only thing that really made sense to me back then. So, I just kept getting degrees until the FBI recruited me." Spencer replied nonchalantly. You leaned your head against his shoulder.

"Spencer is better at neuroscience than I am and he doesn't even have a degree in it," you joked.

"Well Y/N is better at philosophy than me," Spencer countered. You rolled your eyes.

"Oh don't lie on my behalf. You're a literal genius."

"Y/N is the smartest person I've ever known, though you're probably a close second Dr. Reid." Nate stated, taking a bite of his food. You smiled at him.

"Spencer. You can call me Spencer." Nate nodded. For the rest of dinner, you all talked about random topics. You eventually left the restaurant, saying bye to Nate before returning to you apartment.

"You can stay over if you like," you said as you reached Spencer's car.

"I should let you get some work done, miss triple major. I'll see you soon though?"

"Don't go rushing into trouble, ok?"

"Anything for you beautiful," he replied, kissing you gently. "I'll call you tomorrow."

On Monday evening, you were studying with Nate when you got an email. Nate began to read it aloud.

"So your boyfriend is coming back to class, did he tell you?"

"No, but he probably forgot. He's got a lot going on."

"Well, this'll be fun. I have a good idea for a question to ask him."

"Don't embarrass him," you said gently.

"I won't." Nate assured you and that's where you left it.

The next morning you had a brilliant idea. You saw the shirt Spencer had spilled coffee on in your closet. You had washed it for him, to give to him the next time you saw him. You guessed that day would be today.

You entered class and sat in your usual spot, waiting for Spencer to arrive. Nate sat next to you, looking through his phone as he waited for class to start.

Spencer walked in with a woman who you didn't recognize, laughing at something she said. She showed him a picture on her phone which elicited the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face.

Spencer looked up and caught your narrowed eyes and smiled, cocking his head when he realized you were wearing his shirt. In a few moments they began their lecture. "I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau and this is Dr. Spencer Reid, who you may remember from last time. We're going to be discussing the effect of media on criminals. I'm the media liaison for the BAU and Spencer here is our resident genius." JJ began. You couldn't help but grin, hearing her call him a genius. He was but little did anyone know he was your genius.

"The media can have a huge effect on how an unsub reacts. It can affect their patterns, their speed, their mood, among other things." Spencer began. His eyes met yours and you smirked, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his top that you were wearing. "In some cases, unsubs want the media to, um, glorify their crimes, uh, and without the public fear, they can, uh, devolve," Spencer continued, a faint blush creeping onto his face. ** He coughed lightly, reaching for some water.

You grinned, unbuttoning another button, as Spencer's eyes because glued to what you were doing. JJ looked at him in confusion before she picked up where he left off.

Spencer went to continue the presentation. You unbuttoned the 4th and 5th buttons, watching Spencer take off his cardigan nonchalantly. But, you could tell he was anything but calm. Nate looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "You told me not to embarrass him," he muttered.

"Yeah but I never said I couldn't," you replied, smirking. You undid the final button, letting the top fall off your shoulders. All you had underneath was a lacy tank top with a deep v. Spencer tried to avoid looking at you but his eyes didn't listen to his brain, as they drifted towards you constantly. Soon enough, lecture was over. Now it was time for questions. Nate raised his hand immediately.

"I've always been interested in working for the bureau. How hard it is to keep personal relationships strong with a job this demanding?" He asked. Spencer narrowed his eyes at him, shaking his head ever so slightly.

"Well, I have a son but his father, Will, takes care of him often because of the hours of my job. However, it's not unmanageable." JJ responded.

"And you, Dr. Reid? Any advice?" Nate continued. Spencer blinked slowly, thinking of his response.

"Communication is very important. That and making sure that when you're with your loved ones, you give them all of your attention," Spencer answered, crossing his arms and rubbing his neck lightly. You smiled at him, not expecting his answer to be so pure.

A few questions later, Professor Panlotel announced class was over. JJ was busy speaking to a blonde girl from the fourth row. You walked down to Spencer, cutting in front of the brunette that was clearly trying to flirt with him. "Dr. Reid, I had a quick question," you began, watching the girl glare at you. Spencer turned to you, ignoring her, and raised his eyebrow, waiting for your question. "Did you enjoy your time at MIT? I'm applying there and would love to gain some inside information about the school?"

Spencer bit back a smile. "I really enjoyed it. I would be happy to have a conversation with you about their PhD programs," he replied.

"That sounds lovely. Also, I feel like this top would look really good on you, keep it," you said with a smile as you handed him his button-up. "This cardigan is a fair trade, right?" You asked, picking up his cardigan from the table behind him and putting it on.

Spencer took a breath before he spoke. "I, uh, I suppose so."

"Well, I'll reach out to you about MIT. Thank you for your time," you exclaimed, touching his hand lightly, before meeting Nate at the door and walking away.

Spencer stood at the table dumbstruck at how you had just played him. He laughed, turning to see JJ looking at him with a confused look. "Did she just steal your cardigan?"

"I guess," Spencer replied.

"That was a $400 cardigan and she just took it?"

"Huh, I forgot it was my nice one."

"She was flirting with you," JJ continued.

"I don't think so, I think she was just asking for some help."

"Spence, you're so oblivious," JJ muttered, not knowing how oblivious she herself was.