'Where are we going?' J.J asked.

'Sinner's Escape. It's awesome; even Reid would get some action in this club.' Derek smirked.

Spencer looked up, offended. 'I'm perfectly capable of getting "action".'

Derek snickered. 'Sure kid, sure.' J.J and Emily's mouths twitched and Rossi looked amused. Hotch didn't.

'Just because I don't hang out in bars and clubs and throw myself at the first person who looks at me doesn't mean I'm incapable of sex.' Spencer said sharply.

'No one's disputing that you can have sex; it's just that you don't seem the type to be able to pick anyone up.' Derek soothed.

Spencer wasn't placated. 'And who said that I was the one who would be picking them up? Maybe I'm the one getting picked up.'

The girls laughed and Rossi outright smiled. Derek chuckled and shook his head. 'Okay.'

'You don't think anyone would be interested enough.' Spencer said.

'You don't exactly come across as sexy or anything like that.' Emily tugged his tie.

'Thank you. That makes me feel awesome.' Spencer said venomously. 'I love being told that I'm not worthy of anyone being physically or sexually attracted to me.'

Their smiles disappeared and they gaped at him. 'Spencer―' J.J started.

'I might not be handsome like Morgan or Hotch or suave like Rossi but I'm not ugly. I don't think it's that hard to believe that someone might like an average looking guy like me.' Spencer said quietly, angrily.

'You think you're average?' Hotch said abruptly.

Spencer's head jerked to the side in annoyance. 'I know I am. I'm skinny and bony and I look like I've never seen the sun. My hair never goes where it's supposed to and I have the dark circles under my eyes which make me look tired all the time. I dress like a 70 year old man and I'm inept when it comes to normal social interactions. I've tried to change but the changes seem to derive more ridicule than what was there previously.'

'Reid―' Hotch frowned.

'This all may be true but I don't need it rubbed in my face all the time. I know whoever I end up with isn't going to rate me a 10 for looks because . . . well, look at me. I'm not a 10. I think I'd put myself at around 4 or 5.'

The others had no idea Spencer's self-esteem regarding his looks was so low. Hotch decided to put an end to it.

'Reid―Spencer. You're not a 4 or even a 5. You're 11, off the scale. Physically, you have nothing to be ashamed of and you're made all the more attractive by your intelligence and infallible modesty and kindness. You're not handsome or suave or sexy or even cute. You're a profoundly beautiful person and I consider myself lucky everyday just to have you near me.'

The others' jaws dropped and Spencer flushed. 'I―I―really? You mean that?'

'Of course I do. There's no one else in the world like you and you should never feel less than absolutely perfect.' Hotch knew he was laying everything on the line but he needed Spencer to know how amazing he was and how much he was loved and appreciated.

A shy smile found its way onto Spencer's lips and he said. 'So . . . am I getting picked up here?'

'If you want to be.' Hotch nodded.

Spencer turned to Derek. 'Told you I could be the one getting hit on.'