"Okay, see you later" I kissed Spencer.

"Hurry back"

"I'm going to lunch with Penelope Garcia, is that even possible?" We were both laughing now.

"I'll see you when you get home" he kissed my forehead then my lips.

My phone beeped in my pocket; Pen Garcia: Take a pic of you and Reid together pleeease! I bet you're so cute xx I rolled my eyes.

"What?"

"Pen wants a picture of us 'together'" I said with air quotes.

"Well come on then" I turned my phone to front camera and Spencer stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I raised my phone high as I could to get as much of us in as possible, but having short arms, that wasn't much. Spencer took the phone carefully from my hand and held it up, leaving one arm wrapped around my middle. As he took the photo he pressed a kiss to my cheek, leaving me blushing bright red. "There you go"

Giggling, I turned back round, taking my phone back, "If she faints or something, I'm blaming you"

XXXXXXXX

I sat at our regular booth, opposite Penelope, a mint chocolate chip sundae already on the table for me. She sipped her strawberry milkshake, giving me a wide eyed look as I sat down. "Sooooo...?" I said nothing, just smiled as I unlocked my phone, opened up my photos and slid it across to her, taking a scoop of my sundae. "Awwwww, Jess! You need to send me this, you're both so cute! I knew you'd be cute, I've been saying it forever! Oh, you're so cute!"

"Okay, okay, calm down" I brushed my hair back from my face.

"Honey, please – it's been six years, there's no 'calm' here"

"I should be more hyper than you!"

"Yeah but you have always been the picture of composure" I laughed, "So, all details on the table, now. So, you moved in when the flat flooded, and...?"

"And I told you that he didn't have another bed"

"Yeah, yeah and you two ended up sharing. How?"

"Penny-"

"All details, Jessy, all of them"

I sighed, "Right, so Spencer said that I could sleep in his room, but I told him that wasn't fair and offered to sleep on the sofa, but he wouldn't let me, so we compromised and agreed to share his bed"

"And there was cuddling"

"There's always cuddling" I laughed, eating more of my sundae. "So, I woke up the next day and..." I trailed off smiling as I remembered, having another mint chocolate spoonful.

"And?" Penelope stared over her glasses.

"And he was cuddling me in his sleep" I said quickly.

She stared open mouthed, "That, that right there is the kind of thing you tell me when it happens!"

"Look, I got out of bed before he woke up, he didn't even know"

"Yeah, but me! You're supposed to tell me!"

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. So, you know about me hitting him with the door" she sniggered, "and the tickle attack, and when I kissed his cheek"

"Well I barely know about that. Go on, full story"

I paused a moment to eat my sundae, then said, "Well, Spencer woke up and realised he was cuddling me, so he'd got up and then I kinda figure out that he'd realised and, and I got up and we were talking and I told him it was okay, you know. Then we got texts about the case and before we went to get ready I decided to kiss him, kiss his cheek – then I ran away from the situation and got ready"

"How did he react? What did he do?"

"Nothing! He just, he looked at me and then I left"

She pouted, "He should have kissed you back"

"I think he was in shock" I laughed.

"So," she started hesitantly, sipping some more of her milkshake "Then there was the case."

"Yeah"

"JJ told me all about it." she said softly, "She said you should have seen the way he went after you. Hotch told him to go instantly, I heard him, but apparently the look on Reid's face was heartbreaking"

I stared down at my lap, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, "Well you know how he is when I get hurt, he was probably worried about me"

"He was definitely worried about you." I looked up, "He's always worried about you; when you're being quiet he asks if there's anything wrong, or if you were every late for work he'd always check the time every thirty seconds, or if he noticed you had a double espresso instead of a latte he asks me if you're sleeping okay – he's been doing it for years, because he worries about you. Because he loves you."

"Yeah, he does"

"Aww" she said quietly, resting her face in her hands.

I laughed, "Shut up"

"Hey, you might be the profiler, but I can tell how happy you are. I haven't seen you this happy since before you left for Iraq"

"Well you're not wrong, you are definitely not wrong"