You sighed. "Spence, this isn't funny…" You trailed off.

"Maybe not to you, but I think it's pretty funny," he chuckled.

"I told you a million times, give it back you son of a—" You started towards him again, only to be picked up and thrown onto the bed again. Your eyes narrowed as you focused on your only clean bra in his hand.

"You're going to have to do better than that, [name]…" Spencer taunted. You suddenly smirked, making Spencer freeze. He knew that smirk anywhere; you were scheming something. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you dialed Derek's phone and put it on speaker. Spencer's eyebrows rose when Morgan picked up, wondering what you were up to as he took in the flawless sight of your bare torso.

"Agent Derek Morgan," Morgan stated. You smiled sinisterly.

"Hiiii, boooo," you cooed, making Spencer pout cutely.

"What's up, sugar?" Morgan asked.

"You know, Spencer won't give me my bra, so how about you and I meet up? I guess there's no need to wear a bra then, since Spencer has my only clean one and he keeps picking me up and tossing me away. Maybe I'll wear a thin, white, see-through, button-up shirt," you mused, hearing Morgan guffaw since he knew that you were using one of your strategies. "Maybe we'll go to the park and I'll accidentally fall into the water, therefore giving you a good look at my breasts like Spencer has current—" Your sentence was cut off when your bra was thrown at you and you smirked victoriously.

"Checkmate, huh?" Morgan asked.

"Damn straight."

When you hung up the phone, you gulped when you saw Spencer striding across the room and pin you down to the bed. You weren't expecting this from him; usually he was quite shy. His mouth neared your ear, his voice taking on a husky tone. "Remember, you're mine," he whispered. You blushed, unable to take his teasing.

"You'd better back up, or else I'm going to…" When he licked the shell of your ear, you lost it.

Too bad he didn't take the hint. That's how Spencer turned up to the BAU with a bruise on the forehead from your head butt. Garcia raised her eyebrows suggestively and you put your hands out in front of you defensively, shaking them back and forth in protest. "It's not like that! That's not what happened!" You shouted in your defense. When she giggled and retreated to her office, your face turned exasperated and you ran after her. "You pervert, Garciaaaa! It's your turn to be head butted!"

With the team smiling at your antics, they couldn't help but love you like you were family.