Why Can't I - Liz Phair
Get a load of me, get a load of you, walking down the street and I hardly know you. It's just like we were meant to be. Holding hands with you when we're out at night, got a girlfriend you say it isn't right. And I've got someone waiting too. What if this is just the beginning? We're already wet and we're gonna go swimming.

J.J. happily hummed along to the song still playing in her head as she walked down the street, reveling in the light mist of snow falling and giggling at her own breath, visible in the night's chilly air. They had just left O'Keeffe's, for the last time considering that they were closing after tonight, and she couldn't remember the last time she felt this light. She supposed the several glasses of white wine could have a little something to do with that, but that was a headache for tomorrow. For tonight, she was riding out the near bliss she felt walking down the quiet street, hand in hand with her best friend.
She had ridden to O'Keeffe's with Penelope, who, as usual, departed with her one and only Derek Morgan after he had wisely confiscated her car keys. J.J. had assured them both that she was fine when Morgan offered to drop her off at home on the way. She could feel the slight blush on her cheeks when Dr. Spencer Reid had declared that he would make sure she got home safe, and quickly dismissed it on the mostly-empty glass in her hand. Will has been asked to work the night rotation this weekend, and J.J.'s mom quickly took the opportunity to spend the weekend with Henry, so J.J. was on her own.
When J.J. had grabbed the young doctors hand during her sixth, or perhaps seventh reprise of their final number of the night only a third of the way back to her home, he initially tensed, recognizing that this is not something she would likely do without the seven glasses of wine he had counted at the bar. But as she tucked in beside them as they walked, with an almost childlike innocence as she toyed with the falling flakes of snow, he couldn't help wrapping his arm around here shoulders, and sticking out his tongue to catch snowflakes, mimicking his best friend.
If anyone from the team had seem them in that moment, he wasn't sure that they would immediately recognize them. Their usually professional exteriors had melted and to passing bystanders, he was sure that they looked every bit the happy young couple walking home after a night out, that he wished they truly were. At this moment he allowed himself the rare luxury of leaning into the fantasy, and reveling in the heat being put off by the young woman tucked into his side. Spencer found himself taking this walk in his head as well, however in that story, when they got to J.J.'s front door, he didn't need to be invited in because he knew he belonged there. He could see in his minds eye helping her out of her coat, and he standing on her tip toes in front if him….
"Yoohoooo, earth to Spence!" she said as she poked him in the ribs, calling him back from the fantasy playing inside of his head. He blinked quickly, and looked down at her. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked him. "Just letting my mind wander" he replied. "So where'd you end up?" she asked again. He took a moment and just stared at her. Tiny snowflakes dusting her long eyelashes, blue eyes underneath looking almost ethereal. Her golden blond hair curled around her blushed cheeks, kept in place only by the maroon knit cap fit snugly onto her head. He looked at how her shoulders curled into him every so slightly underneath her grey peacoat, nearly matching his own, with the maroon scarf to match her hat swaying slightly in the breeze behind her as they walked. He looked at her gloved hand pressed against his side, the other wrapped around his waist as they walked, with her low, thick heels clicking on the sidewalk. He didn't quite know if at that moment it just slipped out, or if he had found himself so caught up in it all that he truly didn't care, but he responded with "You're beautiful.".
The giggling ceased and she looked up at her best friend as his steps slowed. "We're here". Spence announced quietly, gesturing towards J.J.'s house. He felt immediate longing as she began to pull away from his side, but it was replaced instantly by a different kind, as J.J. faced him, wrapping both arms around his waist, and burying her face in his chest in a hug. After a surprised second passed, Spencer wrapped him arms tightly around the figure in front of him, burying his face in her floral scented hair. He inhaled deeply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. J.J., at the same time, feeling even slightly more intoxicated by the scent sandlewood and leather coming from the young man's jacket. After a moment which felt like both an eternity and an instant, J.J. pulled away, and quietly said "Thanks for walking me home Spence", before she turned and walked to her front door. Dr. Reid made sure that she was safely inside her house, and watched a light come on inside, before continuing his walk home, the cold now seeming significantly more uncomfortable than it has just moments prior.

J.J. kicked off her boots as she turned on the hot water to the shower, feeling more sober now than she had in hours. She shook her head, as if it would help clear the thoughts from it. She pulled the curtain of her bedroom ever so slightly, and saw the tall , slender figure disappearing in the distance. She let the curtain go and turned back towards her now steaming shower, hoping that the warmth would do something to dull the ache in her chest.

Spencer, in all of his thoughts that evening, had only been wrong about one. As Rossi peered out of the window of his private car, taking him back to his own residence, his thoughts lingered on the young couple he had seen walking together through the cold night, arm in arm, looking as picturesque as any ever could. He shook his own head and let out a deep sigh. He recognized the complexities of the situation, especially on the end of the young Jennifer, but he couldn't help the thought that he truly hoped that they would find their way to each other in this life.

"Why can't I breath whenever I think about you. Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you. It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it, so tell me…. Why can't I breath whenever I think about you?"