It wasn't long back home that Spencer and I were called into Hotch's office.

We were worried, of course. Rumors of the fraternization policy were rampant in the BAU, even before Garcia and I started flirting with each other. I had an air of hope, however, due to Rossi's encouragement of my and Spencer's relationship. If there was one, that is.

That was another problem. I didn't know what... we were. If we were friends, best friends, best friends who kissed each other one night, friends with kissing benefits, or boyfriends. There were so many options, especially with the lanky boy that had stolen my heart. If Hotch asked what was going on, I was going to let Spencer talk. And if he didn't, I'd just... vaguely speak about things until he chose what we were. Or... something to that appeal. I didn't really plan it out very well.

Spencer was a lot more nervous. The only times he'd ever gotten called into Hotch's office were on his first day, and the times where he was acting up. And when Spencer was angry, there was no way he was going to feel any shame or embarrassment. But this was new. For both of us.

"Both of you, sit." Hotch gestured to the chairs in front of his desk as he settled into his own. He didn't seem mad. I'm sure Rossi had talked him into giving us a free pass, but with Hotch, you could never tell.

Spencer was shaking badly. He grasped the arms of the chair until his hands turned completely white. I tried to be his rock, or at least appear like I was going to walk out of the office alive, but apparently I wasn't convincing enough for Hotch.

"You're not in trouble."

I smiled, relieved, while Spencer happy sigh was so loud I was afraid how long he'd been holding his breath for. I gently reached over and placed my hand on top of Spencer's. His shoulders relaxed a little.

"There is no acting policy against fraternization, no matter what you've heard around the office," Hotch began. "There is, however, a rule against active PDA during work hours. What you did on the case yesterday, was fine. In fact, Rossi told me that he encouraged it."

I nodded. Spencer nodded. We exchanged glances, hoping it wasn't going to get awkward.

"What you did in the hallway, Reid," Hotch turned his attention to the small man beside me, whose eyes went wide, "Is less acceptable."

Spencer's mouth went wide, "I... I-I, I totally forgot about-"

"It's fine, Reid. Just as long as it doesn't happen again." Hotch gave him a very empathetic, yet small smile. "We can't break you up at the BAU, we don't want to either. When the main guys come in, they check everything. They can make sure you two are separated for good on cases and in the workplace. I don't want that for you."

"Yes, sir," we mumbled in unison, sneaking cheeky glances up at each other through our eyelashes and thanking whatever God was watching that we had the best boss.

"You're both dismissed. I told Garcia I'd let you speak to her next. Rossi may or may not have prepared a slideshow presentation on the miracle of life, but I can get Garcia to destroy it if necessary."

As soon as we were out of Hotch's office, a small, bubbly blonde had both of our hands in hers and was dragging us into her Batcave. I couldn't hold in my laughter, because I was somewhat used to this touchy-feely-hold-hand Garcia. Spencer wasn't. Spencer was wriggling and trying to get out of her grasp.

"Spill! Please. I beg of you," she settled us into respective chairs and sat on the table across from us. "What's going on with you two?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but Spencer beat me to the punch.

"We're dating now," he said with an excited grin. He observed my face with curious eyes, "Is that okay for me to say?"

"Completely fine by me, pretty boy." I grinned to myself and leaned back into my chair as Garcia began to overload Spencer with questions about personal things that he was glad to oblige in sarcastically making up things.

The day sped by. Everyone we came in contact with during the day congratulated us on a relationship that I could have congratulated myself on. When Spencer's hands would twitch, I'd desperately want to hold him and make sure he was okay, but I knew there'd be plenty of time for that once we got home.

In the truck, Spencer gently hummed along to the Beethoven CD he'd bought in one of the shops we were interrogating. He tapped his fingers on his seatbelt and bobbed his head like someone else would to pop music. It was interesting watching him dance out of the corner of my eye. He was totally in his element. Even after a long day of congratulations and celebrations, he still had the energy to vibe along to classical music. I smiled as he caught me watching at a red light. His face shone bright red and he stopped for a few minutes until he started again once he was tired of sitting still again.

His phone buzzed. "Tomorrow's case is in Vegas..."

"Is it?" I glanced over, "You excited?"

"Yeah," he nodded slowly, thinking. "Yeah, I miss it there. I think it'll be more fun this time around, though. Since you'll be there with me in this new context."

"You gonna show me all the sights, Spencer?" I turned into the parking lot.

"If you want. I can show you where I grew up," he said in a monotonous voice.

I parked and pulled the key out of the ignition, turning in my seat. He seemed totally oblivious to what he just said, if not totally unfazed by the fact he said it. He sat there for a moment, just humming Beethoven and beginning to get out of the car. I ran around the car and gently placed my hands on his shoulders. "Spencer..."

His confused eyes scanned my face, "What?"

"That was so..." I smiled and took his hand, "… romantic."

"It is?" His eyes gleamed and he squeezed my hand. "Then I'll definitely show you. Maybe I can take you on a tour if the new residents haven't moved in yet."

"That sounds amazing."

He took my hand and dragged me inside, and there we held each other with big grins on our faces until we fell asleep.