Spencer reid

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Spencer reid

The team was stunned. How had Mae gotten so close to Spencer in such a short time? They had known him for years, and after his time in prison, he had pushed them all away. But with her, it was different.

Every morning, he’d bring her a cup of coffee, smiling as he rambled on about her interests—things he had researched the night before just for her.

He laughed at her jokes, even when they didn’t land. It didn’t matter; the way she delivered them was enough to make him smile.

After tough cases, he’d hold her while they slept on the jet, gently caressing her hair and holding her hand.

But whenever the team asked him about their relationship, he brushed it off, insisting he was "just being friendly." He didn’t want to admit the truth. He couldn’t. How could someone as damaged as he was love someone as bright as Mae? He believed he was too broken for her, too old, too scarred—he carried too much baggage.

"We need to send her in," JJ suggested. "She fits his type. Maybe that’ll get him to talk."

Emily considered it. "Yeah, Mae fits his type perfectly. Let’s send her in."

"No," Spencer snapped, shaking his head. "You’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting her interrogate that... that son of a bitch."

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The team was stunned. How had Mae gotten so close to Spencer in such a short time? They had known him for years, and after his time in prison, he had pushed them all away. But with her, it was different.

Every morning, he’d bring her a cup of coffee, smiling as he rambled on about her interests—things he had researched the night before just for her.

He laughed at her jokes, even when they didn’t land. It didn’t matter; the way she delivered them was enough to make him smile.

After tough cases, he’d hold her while they slept on the jet, gently caressing her hair and holding her hand.

But whenever the team asked him about their relationship, he brushed it off, insisting he was "just being friendly." He didn’t want to admit the truth. He couldn’t. How could someone as damaged as he was love someone as bright as Mae? He believed he was too broken for her, too old, too scarred—he carried too much baggage.

"We need to send her in," JJ suggested. "She fits his type. Maybe that’ll get him to talk."

Emily considered it. "Yeah, Mae fits his type perfectly. Let’s send her in."

"No," Spencer snapped, shaking his head. "You’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting her interrogate that... that son of a-"