#ROSSI HATE CANCELLED SOMEONE SAVE MY GIRL

[gothambelfry]

I’m so sick of Rossi’s bullshit being passed off as a good thing. Forcing someone into a church bc you want to cure their problems against their will while ur trying to find a killer is, in my book, unacceptable. And the show giving it a HOLY SHIT HOT GUY JUST SHOT PENELOPE

[pl-panda]

To Marry a Vigialnte: Part 16

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 16

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Chloé couldn’t believe it! They forced her to stay in Gotham Academy’s girls’ dorms. That witch Lila managed to talk Madame Bustier into stopping her from leaving. Marinette had her mother’s permission to stay elsewhere, but apparently, the change in accommodation plans invalidated Chloé’s father’s permission. She would resolve it with a single phone call if someone didn’t steal her phone . She of course tried to report it to Madame Bustier, but her teacher declared that she must’ve lost it somewhere and she shouldn’t be shifting the blame on others. 

That woman’s picture should be in every dictionary, right next to the definition of a hypocrite.

She turned the corridor. She could sleep one evening there and tomorrow Marinette would let her borrow the phone. She could try with one of the girls, but it’s not like she remembered every phone number in existence! She regretted that the akuma attack ruined their plans for the afternoon, but Damian had sword-fighting practice tomorrow and she would have her friend all to herself. 

“You’re Chloé, right?” A blonde cheerleader asked. The Parisian immediately recognized her as Erica and narrowed her eyes. There were five of them and one of her. 

“And you’re the Queen B. of this school. For now .” 

The Gothamite princess had the guts to actually laugh. “You can’t even touch me. You’re just some foreign student that came here on a whim of the Ice Prince.”

“Oh, right. You’re the golden princess of this school.” Chloé mocked her. “Lemme tell you something, Erica. I’ll offer you an escape deal. You leave Damienette alone and you can keep your position on top.”

“Yeah. Like you could be a threat.” A new voice joined. From behind the cheerleaders, a new girl walked. Lila now wore the cheerleader uniform too. “You’re just a walking akuma factory. It’s really no wonder that people avoid you. You caused more possessions in Paris than everyone else combined.”

“And you hold the record for times being akumatized.” The Parisian blonde retorted. “Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! You think you can take the Chloé Bourgeois?”

“Oh! We don’t think…” Erica started.

“We know.” Lila finished. 

“The deal is simple. You will stop your friendship with Maribrat and we will let you keep some dignity.” 

“Or we will make you a social outcast. Not only at school, but in the whole of Gotham.”

Inside, Chloé was raging. She wished she could show them what Cass taught her, but she quelled the idea quickly. I definitely spend too much time with Sabine and the Waynes… She thought to herself. Instead, she grinned. “You know the difference between a threat and a warning?”

“What are you babbling about?” One of the cheerleaders snorted. 

“A warning is a threat that will actually come to pass. And I warn you. You’re messing with fire here. Damian was raised very old-fashioned. He will draw blood to defend the honor of his angel.” She decided that they could receive a warning. It’s not like they would listen. “And Marinette’s aunt is very well connected.” Then, she decided to drive the nail deeper. “Plus, MDC’s client list is quite long and none would appreciate that you try to bully their favorite designer.”

“Like that doormat…” Lila started, but Chloé tested the glare Cass taught her. It worked well enough. 

“You’re not dealing with Maribear. You’re dealing with me. And I’m not going to lose.” 

“What’s going on here?” Allegra walked toward them and stood next to Chloé. 

“Scatter.” Lila snapped at her. 

“Funny. I was about to say the same thing,” she retorted. Now she stood side by side with Chloé and both stared at them. Allegra had an aura of confidence around her. 

“Be careful who you stick with, Kane. You’ll do well not to antagonize me.”

“Just because your mother married a famous baseball player doesn’t make me respect you more, Boyle.” 

“It’s Layton ,”The angry cheerleader corrected. 

“Right. I must’ve forgotten. She does change her last name a lot…” Allegra smiled. 

“You’re in over your head, Kane. You’ll do better to stay with your little outcast club.”

“Nah. I’m good. Also, don’t you have practice in five minutes? I heard the coach is in a mood today.” The mayor’s daughter smirked. “It would be a shame if he made you run around with the players.” 

This made all the girls quickly scatter to get to the practice, leaving Lila and Erica alone. “You’ve just made an enemy, Kane.” 

“You’re an inconvenience at best…” She dismissed the threat. Lila decided to cut their losses and dragged the fuming Erica away, sending the two blondes a murderous glare.

“Thanks for the backup,” Chloé started. “Of course I didn’t need any, but still.”

“No problem. I always hated that self-appointed princess.” 

“And have you seen her hair?” The Parisian huffed. “Utterly Ridiculous!”

“And I’m pretty sure her dress is too short by the school standards.”

Chloé smirked. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”

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After Bruce returned, they tried to figure out what was taken from the inside of the vault. Out of various precious weapons, documents, several property deeds, the only thing that was missing turned out to be the content of the wall safe. 

During the night patrol, Marinette and Damian scoured the city for potential akumas. While he dealt with criminals, she often stopped by the victims to calm them and gave some support. After serious butt-kicking for the criminals. It just wouldn’t do for Damian to get all the fun. The superhero/vigilante duo (nobody was sure which one, not even them) made a positive first impression on the city. Citizens seemed to like them, both for their efficiency and how they always stopped to talk. 

After, Marinette noted that their transformations could hold for much longer now since they were together in this. When asked, Tikki explained that now that she had Chat Noir that was mature and they were technically both adults as far as magic was concerned, she could start developing her full potential. 

After the short report to Alfred, the teens left the Batcave to change into pajamas. Marinette fell asleep almost immediately, but Damian stayed awake for a bit. He swore he would protect his Habibti. No matter how far he would have to go. 

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Marinette and Damian had roughly half of their classes together. Sadly, she didn’t share too much with her best friend, since Chloé was more into business management than arts and fashion. It was mostly the problem of the level. Classes that Marinette had at beginner, the Parisian blonde had at a higher level and vice-versa.

When she arrived at her class, Claude and Jon were saving her a place between them, which would help to protect her from the classmates that ended in the same group. There were also several GA students that she would rather not sit close to (Erica’s bunch). Generally speaking, the first part of her day went well. 

The same couldn’t have been said about Damian. He, Chloé, and Allegra were saddled with the class. And to his utter dread, there were no free places next to each other. They tried to ask some students to move. Well, Damian tried to threaten them, which worked, but too late. The teacher entered and decided to put Damian between Alya and Lila. It was as if the universe was punishing him for something. He suspected that Mister Scarlet did that on purpose to egg him. With this one, he had no idea what he did to make him dislike the Wayne heir. But the way he acted toward him made it clear that he took pleasure in the situation Damian was put in: Between Alya’s nagging to leave Marinette and ‘return’ to Lila, and the Liar who kept whispering stories about their common past. 

Finally, after they got to go for lunch, Damian stormed out of the class. Everyone in the corridor made way for him. His scowl was enough to deter anyone from trying to approach him. Well, anyone but Maps.

“Damian! You’re back!” She leaped at him and it took all of his willpower not to draw a sword. 

“Tt. Mizoguchi. It’s not the best moment.” He growled. 

“But you’re back! Did the headmaster cancel your expulsion!?”

“No. He just forgot to file the expulsion files within the week of the offense. Ergo, I was never expelled. I just joined the exchange program.” He explained. 

Her eyes practically shined. “Coooool.” 

“Tt. Can you let go of my arm?” He was really hoping it would work. 

“Nope. I just met you again. We’re glued.” 

“Sup Dames?” Claude chose that moment to appear.

“Tt. I’ve got a parasite.”

“That I can see!” The other boy laughed. Most people were still steering clear from Wayne and whoever was with him. They valued their health for the most part. 

“I’m not a parasite. I’m Maps!” The girl greeted Claude, who in turn made an exaggerated bow. 

“And I’m Claudius Chase. But please call me Claude.” He made a mock fighting stance. “Like Jean-Claude Van Damme.” 

“More like Jack Clown van Lame,” Damian muttered. “Your stance is all wrong. I could take you out in seconds.”

“Of course you could. You’re b…” The Wayne heir covered her mouth with his hand. 

“Tt. Not here. Now if you would let go of my hand, you parasite, I’m sure Habibti is waiting for me.” 

“Habibti?” She asked after letting go.

“His girlfriend.”

You could actually see Maps’ eyes form into twin stars. “Can I meet her? Can I meet her?”

“Since when are you into fashion?”

“Huh? Who said anything about fashion. She’s your girlfriend though, which means she must be sooo cooool!” Maps was practically vibrating. 

“Hero worship much?” Claude joked.

“Tt. Fine. Let’s go.”

The three arrived at the Cafeteria, where Allegra, Chloé, Jon, and Felix were already eating. They had lasagna that day. Quite a lot of people were whispering when Damian appeared, more so than usual, but nobody dared to look at him. When he sat at the table next to Marinette, they did their best not to stare.

“Grumpy Cat?” She asked, a bit worried. “You’re… tense.” 

“Tt. Because of that socially-inept, talentless, petty bookworm,” he seethed, “I had to sit between Rossi and Cesaire.” 

Immediately, Marinette pulled him into a tight hug. “Oh, my poor Kitty.”

This caused some of the gathered, who knew Damian from the previous year, to immediately tense. Some of the students sitting nearby (mostly females) even grinned, thinking that here died the relationship. There was no way that Ice Prince would allow anyone to refer to him as Kitty. Getting him on the first-name basis was considered a privilege allowed only to the family (and strangely Claude). 

To their immeasurable surprise, Damian didn’t explode. Instead, he melted slightly into the hug and some of the anger left him. It wasn’t a long hug, but after it, he was now acting less like a walking grenade looking for its pin. At least three people awwed at them. It was just too pure.

“Whoah!” And then there was Maps, who had the subtlety of a steam-train speeding through the Wild West. “You’re so cute together!” She zoomed next to Marinette to get a better look.

“And you’re…” Marinette eyed the overly energetic girl. She was short, with hair that reached barely below her ears. 

“Mia Mizoguchi. But you can call me Maps. I’m Damian’s friend.” 

“Tt. More like a stray.”

“Damian! Don’t be a Grumpy Cat.”

“Besides, isn’t collecting strays kinda a Wayne Tradition at this point.” Felix deadpanned. Everyone started laughing. Damian gave a dignified smirk. The blond proved to be able to match him in intellectual discussion, which gave some basis for mutual respect between them. 

The group talked a bit more about their classes. Marinette and Chloé compared every detail of their experience in the States with what it was like back in Paris. Maps was a fountain of questions, even if some of them were a bit… strange. But Marinette still felt she would like the little girl. That she was in the same class as her surprised her. 

After lunch came time for more classes. When they finished, Damian was supposed to stay for training while Marinette and Chloé would go shopping. They were already outside the gates when three rather packed teens from the year ahead stepped in their way. 

“You think you can steal Erica’s man and then threaten her?” The one in the middle asked. It was clear he was angry and not exactly thinking clearly. “Gotham Academy Grackles stay together. If you think you can just prance here and take over, you have another thing coming.”

“Um… Sure.” Mari just nodded. “Now excuse me while I go away.” She tried to move past them, but one decided to make a fatal mistake of trying to grab the front of her shirt. She raised her left arm under the grip, lifting his hand slightly. It exposed his stomach for the moment, which she took full advantage of and delivered a knee-kick to his liver. When he folded in half from the pain, as much as he could with her still supporting his hand, she then used her right arm to deliver a cutter toward the back of his head.

The boy was out cold in less than five seconds. 

Seeing their friend attacked, the other two charged at her. Marinette ducked under the punch from the first one and headbutted him in the stomach. She then wrapped her arms around his left legs and lifted him up. He fell on the ground and tripped the slower one. When they both were down, Marinette stomped on the hand of the one on top. There was an audible crack that signaled she managed to damage the bones. He would not be fighting. The one under tossed his pained friend away and jumped on his feet. He managed to get Marinette in a chokehold, but she pushed her arms between his extended arms and spread them apart. When he was exposed, she jumped up and kicked him with both legs. While she landed without any injury, the bigger player crashed into his two friends. 

“The police are on their way,” Chloé informed, putting away the phone that mysteriously found itself in her possession earlier that morning, giving more credence to the theory that she simply misplaced it. 

“What’s going on here!” A harsh voice boomed behind them. Hammerhead was standing there in all his glory. “To my office. All five.” 

“Maman’s going to be here in just five minutes,” Mari informed him. She was still full of adrenaline. 

“I don’t care.” He seethed in response. 

The only conscious boy helped his friends stand up. First the one with a broken hand, then they lifted the unconscious one together. They limped through the campus toward where the office was located. Behind them, Marinette and Chloé walked with heads held high. Tomorrow, the school would be full of gossip, but the bluenette was all too used to it by now and the blonde would run her PR magic to change it into something positive. Chloé loved playing the crowd. 

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“I’m here.” Sabine practically stormed inside the office. “Now could you explain, sir, what is it about?”

“Your daughter got into an… altercation with older students today. Right in front of the school.” Headmaster Hammer started.

“Ah. And you’re curious if we’ll be pressing charges?” The woman asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

“Charges?” She managed to baffle the man. 

“Attempted assault?”

“Madame. You misunderstood me. Your daughter…”

“Defended herself. Yes.” Sabine cut in, her eyes filled with cold fury. “Unless I’m mistaken, Self-defence is not a crime.”

“You can’t call self-defense stomping on…”

“To prevent further fighting? Debatable. She is smaller, physically weaker, and was outnumbered. A good lawyer would argue that it was necessary for her to act that way for her safety and to avoid further fighting.” She stared down at the headmaster. “As for the charges…”

At that, two officers walked in. Hammer recognized the first one as Renee Montoya. The other was a blonde officer wearing a tactical vest.

“Sorry, it took so long. We’ve been a little short-staffed since the mess with akumas started.”

“Don’t worry. Luckily, my daughter managed to defend herself. Now, officer, what must we do if we wish to press charges?” Sabine asked with a cold voice, never breaking eye-contact with the headmaster. 

“That…”

“I’ll explain everything while officer Sawyer takes the attackers into custody.” 

“Thank you so much.” The older woman finally broke the eye-contact and turned toward Montoya. She smiled with her usual peaceful smile, but the fire was still in her eyes. “My daughter is part of the exchange program while I’m visiting my niece.”

Marinette was stunned by how well her mother could take control of the situation. She wasn’t sure what precisely she was doing, but it was definitely effective. 

“Foreigners?” The officer asked, surprised. “I could hardly hear the accent. France?”

“Yes. Paris.” Sabine smiled. “Neither I nor any of my charges are really familiar with the procedures here.”

“I will walk you through it. Headmaster?” The policewoman finally acknowledged the elderly man in the room. “Were the parents of the culprits notified yet?”

“Not. Yet.” He muttered through clenched teeth.

“We will take it from here.” She smirked at the headmaster. “You will be notified if any further input is needed, sir.” She started to walk away and motioned for the three women to follow her. 

Outside, Damian was waiting with a sword. Luckily, there was no blood on it. Yet .

“Hello, Kitty. Don’t worry. I’ve managed it.” 

“Tt. I’ll still challenge them to an honor duel.” He scoffed. 

“You will probably have to wait a bit. I don’t think…” The officer took a glance at Sabine, who even with her smile looked like she was ready to fight God on equal footing. “They probably won’t be coming back to school this year.” 

“They won’t.” Chloé, Sabine, and Damian said at the same time. But they probably had different things in mind. Or maybe just Chloé…

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[abortionado]

Most to least likely to be leftists in the BAU?

Okay lol so I don’t think any of them would/could be actual leftists (barring Penelope), because they all work for the FBI, obviously, but I’ll rank from farthest left to farthest right

1. Penelope.

Okay. Hacker vigilante chick forced to work for the government under threat of imprisonment? Villain origin story. I think she’s the only Actual Leftist among them (an anarchist waiting to pounce)

- Derek takes her to the petting zoo for fun and she sees a pig and is reflexively like “good afternoon, officer,” forgetting that he was a cop and his dad died being a cop BFJSKFJ

2. Spencer.

- Grew up neglected and in poverty, taking care of his sick mother, because there were no effective systems in place to help him & Diana...he would be really big on Medicare for all and other social reform, especially after seeing how many kids turn into serial killers because of bad childhoods

- He would REALLY value the idea of tuition-free college, funding public schools and libraries, etc. to ensure that no kid ever goes without education/gets a subpar education/is academically understimulated. Great minds come from all walks of life, and every little kid should have the opportunity and tools to succeed!!! Also he wants his student debt cancelled

- Chemistry/Physics degrees. You KNOW he’s freaked about climate change

So I always imagine him politically along the same lines as Bernie and AOC

3. Emily.

Not as big on raising taxes on the rich as Spencer is, because she’s the rich (comes from old money), but she’s a huge believer in abortion rights and social programs that benefit women and children. Hillary enthusiast

- She got where she is today partly because she was able to have an abortion, and she’s saved countless lives because of it. No young woman should be deprived of her future and her impact because she made a one-night mistake.

- After working with child victims, she’s seen a lot of the horrific things that happen to children as a result of shitty, crumbling social programs, and she wants so desperately for that to change.

4. Derek. He’s one of the, like, 34 swing voters that politicians are always catering to?

- He was raised by a cop and became a cop and his bastard cop dad was always his hero, so he’s probably big on the “law and order” thing Republicans are always selling

- He definitely has that weird masculine “politically incorrect” complex men have where they’re like “my PRONOUNS?!?!??!!?!? Uh, I’m a MAN. A DUDE. a GUY. An ATTACK HELICOPTER”

Probably has multiple guns at his house and pointedly says “merry Christmas” when wished happy holidays or whatever

- But at the same time, that’s just fun and games—he has no genuine ill will towards anybody (he obviously knows what discrimination and prejudice feel like) and is generally very respectful and compassionate. He would hate to see people suffering, so he would never vote for anybody he thought was actually hateful or was going to harm him or the people he loved. Just doesn’t like taxes and likes guns lmao

5. Hotch

Definitely a Republican, but, like, a Republican who doesn’t immediately reek of Republicanism? A low key Republican

- White heterosexual cis man raised by an old money Southern Belle and her toxic husband.....yeah

- “Socially liberal and economically conservative”

6. JJ

Republican and less secretive about it than Hotch......probably wouldn’t vote for Trump in 2020 after seeing what he did, because she’s not crazy, but probably would in ‘16 and just not tell anyone

- Christian girl autumn type of vibe...........definitely had gender reveal parties twice

- “You know, Spence, for someone so smart, you sure don’t have a lot of common sense. I’m looking at two feet of snow out my window right now, and you’re telling me the Earth is getting warmer? Come on. I wish!”

7. Rossi

WEALTHY RACIST OLD MAN

[a-bau-tiful-mind]

Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn't know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d!  Requests are still open! :) 

“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

“Derek and Will are coming! And you can get to know Sam a little better! You guys can make a boy squad and have poker nights and you can take all their money and do whatever else it is that guys do.”

“As tempting as hustling them is, I’m okay. Really, honestly, truly.” Reid knew she meant well, and that the whole team worried about him getting back out there after his not so great track record with women.

“I just hate to think you home alone all the time.” She said, genuine concern evident in her voice. 



“Next time!” Spencer knew if he told her that she’d lay off and he’d be off the hook until the next night out.

“Alright, but I’m texting you the address anyways. Just in case you change your mind,” She pulled out her phone and in seconds he felt his buzz once and then again. “Derek’s waiting for me downstairs. I’ll see you Monday, get home safe!”

Once he heard her heels click further and further away, he pulled out his phone and went to his messages.

Penelope Garcia: Penelope’s Location. Tap to open Maps.

Y/N: Still on for tonight?

Spencer smiled at the second message, he hated cancelling plans with Y/N and he was glad he didn’t have to tonight. He began typing:

Text: Sorry, Penelope and I were talking. I should be home in 30. See you soon.

He smirked to himself, what the team didn’t know, didn’t have to hurt them. He shut off the office lights and headed towards the elevator.

Twenty-seven minutes later he was unlocking the door to his place, the living room was illuminated in the dim lighting of his side table lamp. Y/N was on the couch reading one of his books.

Y/N looked up and quietly greeted him, “Hey.” 

“Hey, sorry I took a while, everyone’s going out tonight and they kept asking me to come along. You’ve heard how Penelope can get. She keeps wanting me to go out and ‘find someone’” Spencer explained, using air quotes around Garcia’s words.

He noticed the expression on Y/N’s face shift, looking slightly annoyed, “Why don’t you just tell them about us?”

Spencer sighed leaning against the wall, not wanting to have this argument again, “Y/N, when the team gets involved, things get complicated. You’re too important to me for that to happen.”

She put the book down, “If I’m so important, why don’t the people you consider family know that I exist? I mean come on, Spencer, it’s been almost a year. I have a key to your place. Why do you want to keep hiding this?”

“I’ve told you, once they’re involved, opinions get involved and it gets messy.”

“So what if their opinions get involved? Or is it just that? You’re ashamed of this.” There was a bit to her words.

Spencer could feel a headache coming on, “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous you know that’s not true.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You’re the one hiding your girlfriend from your closest friends, confining us from one apartment to another. I hate feeling like a secret.” She was more hurt than actually angry.

Spencer knew that Y/N had a point and he knew that he was being unfair to her. A lot about their relationship was unfair to her and he was even surprised she put up with him this long, but he kept pushing it. A part of him felt that if he kept Y/N apart from his job as much as possible, the safer he could keep her. He knew that logically, it was probably having the opposite effect. Maybe he could take the step to introducing her to the team. Ever since Hotch brought Beth around, Spencer had the idea that he could do the same with Y/N.

“You’ll meet them soon, okay? I promise.” He knew he had to make good on his words, and he would. He just needed to prepare himself for it all. “The next time they want to go out, we’ll go together.” 



Y/N’s expression softened, even breaking into a smile, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Spencer confirmed, “Come here.” He opened his arms to hold her for the first time since he got home. Annoyed with himself that his own stubbornness almost ruined their night. He kissed the top of her head, “Let’s make dinner.”

The rest of the night was spent cooking, laughing, and watching movies together on the couch. The second film had scene playing had a couple at a diner sharing a milkshake.

“Spencer. . .” Y/N trailed looking up from where she was rested on his chest, “How much do you love me?”

“Why?” He said, his tone suspicious of the question he looked down to her, “What do you want?”

“Let’s go get milkshakes!” She suggested excitedly as if it were the best idea in the world.

“Y/N, it’s almost one in the morning.” He said, chuckling at her sudden request.

“So? There’s that one place a few blocks over. They’re open 24 hours. Come on, please,” She begged.

Spencer thought for a moment. He didn’t have to work tomorrow, and she did have a point earlier about never going out. “Alright, let’s go.” 



“Yes! I love you.” She exclaimed, hopping up to grab her coat.

They walked hand in hand down the quiet streets, thankfully it wasn’t that cold out despite it being so late. Y/N was full of energy and it was infectious to Spencer. He cherished these moments where he could be with her with no worry about work or the team.

The bell over the door chimed as they entered in the diner, it was empty save for a couple patrons that all looked like they were ending a night out. The hostess sat Y/N and Spencer by the window immediately. 
“How ya doing tonight, I’ll be helping you out. What can I get ya?” The waitress said sweetly.

“Can I get a coffee?” Spencer ordered. Y/N immediately sliding the sugar dispenser to him.

“And I’ll have a chocolate milkshake please.” Y/N requested.

“I’ll be right back with that!”

“Thank you so much,” Y/N said, grinning at the waitress.

A few minutes later Spencer had a steaming mug of coffee in front of him that he was steadily pouring sugar into, and Y/N had her milkshake. They sat in content silence, Y/N looking out on the street’s sporadic traffic.

“Is it good?” Spencer asked, watching Y/N contently sip at her sweet drink.

“Mhmm,” she said happily, grabbing the long spoon from the saucer, feeding him some of the thick shake. Getting some whipped cream on his nose. She giggled at the mess, “Come here.”

He leaned forward across the booth meeting her halfway, Y/N swiped the whipped cream off his face and leaned forward to kiss him. They were so wrapped up into each other that they didn't notice their audience until they heard a knock on the window.

Y/N broke the kiss and turned to see who was disturbing their moment. She saw a blonde, clearly drunk woman staring wide-eyed back at her and Spencer. Three guys and two other girls looking on behind her. She looked to Spencer for an answer and saw his eyes just as wide as the woman’s.

“Spence. . .” Y/N began, wanting an explanation.

That snapped Spencer out of his trance, “You wanted to meet my team right?”

“Penelope.” Y/N nodded, putting two and two together as you heard the door chime again.

“So this is why you keep blowing off hanging out with us,” a handsome, muscular man said in a joking tone. 

“Y/N this is Derek, JJ, her husband Will, Emily, Penelope and her boyfriend Sam. Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” Spencer pointed to each one respectively.

“Girlfriend?” JJ said, shocked that it wasn’t just a date.

“How long?” Emily asked.

“A year in April.” Spencer said meekly, causing more shock to fall on his team’s faces.

“You’ve been dating her almost a year and you haven’t brought her around. You’ve been lying to me for a YEAR.” Penelope said smacking Spencer’s shoulder, which he yelped at quietly. He hung his head in shame at being caught.

“I can’t believe you kept her from us for almost a year, kid.” Derek said, the only one who remained smiling the whole time.

“I can’t believe I owe Rossi twenty bucks.” Emily grumbled.

Penelope grabbed Spencer’s face, “You, boy genius, are in a lot of trouble. And have a lot of explaining to do.” She turned to Y/N, “And you, you gorgeous new specimen, have a lot of catching up to do with us.”

JJ, clearly the most sober of the ladies took over, “What are you two doing tomorrow night? Let’s all have dinner so Hotch and Rossi can meet you, too.”

“I’d like that,” Y/N smiled, anxious to get to know Spencer’s closest friends.

“We’ll be there.” Spencer said, grabbing Y/N hand. Maybe he didn’t need to prepare himself at all.