me trying to explain to you that luke alvez is in this new fic, but so is derek morgan, and it’s set with early season four spencer in mind. pining garvez is canon here, savannah and derek are together, and there is no rossi or jj
#no rossi because gross and no jj because i just have no role for her to play that emily isn't better suited for imo #i love derek and he plays the bestie to everyone here #and tbh im in my garvez era so ofc they're canon here #but also i need luke alvez for this plot to function #but i want the look and cuteness and attitude of s4 spencer not s12 spencer #rsiv
Summary: Keeping a relationship private from friends was hard enough. When those friends are also co-workers that you spend nearly every day with, it makes keeping the secret even more difficult. When a traumatic event happens, will it be possible to keep their relationship to themselves, or will everything fall apart?
Relationship: Luke Alvez x F!Reader
Chapter One: Casanova
“You know I love my Fridays,” Penelope said as she entered the bullpen, her purse secured over her shoulder. “This last case did nothing but remind me how badly we all need a weekend off.”
JJ chuckled and nodded, “You’ve got that right.”
It wasn’t the worst case they had been on, but it was by far the most physically and mentally draining one they’d had in months.
Y/N smiled as she listened to their conversation, continuing to pack up the last of her things for the weekend. She pulled her duffel bag over her shoulder, glancing at Luke when she felt eyes on her. He quickly averted his gaze and turned his attention back to Penelope.
“What do you guys have planned for this weekend?” Penelope asked, turning to Luke as he was standing next to her.
“I’m just planning on taking Roxy up to a cabin for the weekend,” he said with a shrug. “She likes getting out a couple of times a month, and the area has good running trails.”
“Mhm,” Penelope said, rolling her eyes, “So, which woman of the week are you taking up there with you?”
Y/N chuckled when he rolled his eyes.
“None of your business,” he said.
“Do you ever get confused and call one of them the wrong name in bed?” Y/N teased, earning a laugh from Matt.
Luke turned to her and smirked, “Why don’t you come up with me instead and find out for yourself?”
Her eyes narrowed as her eyebrows furrowed, and she shook her head, “Stop being gross.”
The team chuckled at the interaction as they continued to pack up the last of their things. Y/N took her car keys from her bag and headed for the elevator, saying her goodbyes to the team before pushing the door open to leave.
Not even a minute passed when she heard footsteps approaching her. She gave Luke a small smile when he stood beside her. He returned her smile and stuck his hands into his pocket while they waited.
She turned to look through the glass doors to the bullpen when she felt eyes on her. JJ was looking at her, giving her a smile when they made eye contact. Y/N smiled and mimicked the shape of a gun with her right hand, holding it to the side of her head before pulling the trigger. JJ smiled and shook her head, giving a wave through the glass door.
The ding sound of the elevator reaching their floor sounded, and Luke motioned for Y/N to enter before him. She stood at the center of the elevator and watched as he pressed the button to the parking garage.
As soon as the elevator doors slid closed, Luke turned to Y/N, grabbing her hips in his hands and pushing her back against the wall. She moaned as quietly as she could, wrapping her arms around his neck when he pressed a desperate kiss to her lips. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, digging his fingers deeper into her skin when she knotted her fingers in his hair.
“You looked so fucking sexy on this last case,” he mumbled against her lips. “You wore those pants on purpose, didn’t you?”
She smirked, tracing her fingers along the back of his neck, “What would make you think that?” she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.
“I don’t know… maybe that adorable little smirk you’re giving me,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. She smiled and tightened her arms around his neck to pull her body flush against his.
“So, which woman of the week are you planning on taking to a cabin this weekend?” she teased, giggling when he rolled his eyes.
“I hate the Casanova reputation I got. I didn’t even do anything to get it,” he said.
She smiled and pulled her arms from his neck, resting her palms on his chest. “It’s because you’re so handsome and confident.”
He gave her a skeptical look and pressed one more kiss to her lips before the elevator opened into the parking garage. It was difficult for both of them to keep from holding hands as they walked in the direction of their vehicles. Luke would keep his hands in his pockets to keep himself grounded while Y/N gripped onto the strap of her duffel bag.
“Are you planning on taking Roxy up to a cabin this weekend?” she asked, looking up at him as they walked through the parking garage. The sound of their footsteps echoed quietly through the enclosed area.
“No,” he shook his head. “I said that because I wanted to remind myself to ask you… my family’s coming up to visit next month, and they’re planning on renting out a cabin. They were saying how much they want to meet you.”
Her steps faltered as they approached their parking spots. “Really?”
Luke smiled and leaned against the side of his truck as she stood at the trunk of her car.
“They know how happy you’ve made me, and they want to meet you,” he said, smirking when a blush began to form over her cheeks.
“You tell them I make you happy?” she asked.
The genuine happiness in her tone softened his smirk into a smile, and he nodded. “Well, I can’t lie to them when they ask how I’m doing.”
She smiled and bit her lower lip, gripping onto the strap of her duffel bag tighter to keep from wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’d love to meet them,” she said. “I’m nervous but excited.”
“They’re going to love you,” he smiled.
She began to reach forward to take his hand in hers but stopped herself, letting out a sigh as she returned her grip to her duffel bag strap. He gave her a knowing smile.
“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?” he asked.
He chuckled and held eye contact with her for a few moments, only breaking it when the sound of the elevator doors opening caused him to glance behind her. He gave her a quick look that told her the person exiting the elevator was someone from their team. She nodded and took a casual step back from him.
“Y/N!” Penelope shouted, the sound of her high heels clicking against the concrete echoing loudly. “I’m so happy you’re still here!”
Y/N smiled and turned to face her friend as she approached them.
“I’m here too, Garcia,” Luke said.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, waving him away with her hands as she stood between the couple.
Y/N giggled and shook her head, blushing when he gave her a wink over Penelope’s shoulder. He got into his truck, the sound of the door shutting and the engine roaring to life filled the enclosed space. Y/N watched as casually as she could as he pulled out of his parking spot and left the parking garage.
“Listen, Gorgeous,” Penelope said, regaining Y/N’s full attention. “Are you doing anything on Saturday?”
“I don’t think so, but I’ll double-check and let you know,” Y/N smiled.
“Good. Because Emily and JJ are already in for a wine night at my place, and I know how much we all need it,” Penelope said.
She wasn’t wrong. Y/N was long overdue for a girl’s night that involved more alcohol than she should have flowing through her bloodstream.
Y/N unlocked Luke’s apartment door with the spare key he’d given her and smiled when she saw him relaxing on the couch with Roxy sleeping on the opposite side of it.
He smiled when she walked through the threshold and turned the television off. Standing from the couch, he walked to her as she set her bag down on the ground beside his.
“Finally,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body flush against his. It had been days since he could hold her, and he missed the way she felt against his body. They fit so perfectly together; he knew he would be content holding her for the rest of his life.
She giggled and stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. He moaned and pressed kisses along her cheek until he reached the shell of her ear.
“I’ve missed this,” he muttered, pulling back to see her face.
“Me too,” she smiled, reaching up to run her fingers over his lips. “Sometimes, I just want to shout at everybody and tell them that we’re together.”
He returned her smile, “Me too. We’ll be able to soon.”
Protocol when dealing with romantic relationships in the BAU was sticky. Sure, they were allowed, but they were highly frowned upon. Not to mention, they made it almost impossible to climb the ladder for either party since one person in the relationship wasn’t allowed to supervise over another.
“I want you to be able to get promoted, though. I don’t want to be the reason for you not moving up,” Y/N said, focusing on the chain of the dog tags Luke wore, though the majority of it was tucked underneath his shirt.
“Hey,” he muttered, getting her attention back. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled at her. “Why are we talking about unhappy things when we should be cuddling in bed?”
A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, and she pressed another kiss to his lips. He chuckled and stretched back from the kiss when she yawned against his mouth.
“Come on,” he smiled, leading her towards the back of his apartment, where his bedroom was.
Y/N wasn’t shy about watching her boyfriend as he undressed in front of her. She loved his tan skin, the defined muscles that rippled under his skin, and the way he carried himself around her, knowing the effect he had on her.
“You’re staring,” Luke chuckled, pulling her out of her trance.
She blinked a few times and smirked, walking towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Can you blame me?”
He smiled and pressed his hands to her lower back, closing his eyes when she began to trace the muscles on his shoulders to his abdomen with her fingertips. He moaned quietly and rested his forehead against hers.
“I have a new shirt for you,” he said when she pulled her hands from his body.
“New?” she asked, eyebrows raising. “Where’s my shirt?”
He smiled at the pout she’d given him as he pulled a t-shirt out of his dresser. “I need to wash the other one.”
“Is this one just as comfy?” she asked, narrowing her eyes playfully as she took the fabric in her hands.
“You tell me,” he smiled, taking a seat on the bed.
“I’m not as sexy as you when I undress,” she warned, setting the shirt he’d handed her on the foot of his bed before pulling hers over her head.
“I beg to differ,” he smirked, folding his hands behind his head as he leaned against the headboard.
After pushing her pants down her legs, she looked up and stopped what she was doing to stare at him. Only wearing a pair of black sweatpants, he was leaning back and flexing his abdominal muscles.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” she pouted.
He chuckled and relaxed his body, his muscles not as prominent but still visible underneath his skin. Y/N smiled as she pulled the new shirt he’d given her over her head.
“Did you put some of your cologne on this?” she asked, pressing her nose against the fabric.
“I did before we left to Oklahoma,” he smiled, taking her into his arms as she crawled up the bed.
She smiled and tucked her head underneath his chin, “What ‘Perfect Boyfriend’ lab were you created in?”
He chuckled and reached forward to turn off the bedside lamp, leaving his arm draped around her waist. She pressed a kiss against his collarbone and let out a content sigh, nuzzling her face into his neck. Luke smiled, his fingers tracing up and down her spine as she relaxed against him.
“Sweetheart?” he whispered against her temple.
She turned to give him the best eye contact she could in the darkness that surrounded them.
“I love you,” he said.
The feeling of her pulling back from his body caused Luke to look down at her.
“I love you too,” she smiled, reaching up to kiss him before cuddling against his body again.
since i headcanon spencer as autistic, i think luke has also picked up on the fact that spencer might also be on the spectrum. luke buys him stim toys for at his desk at work, and he definitely gets him some for his carry-on bag for the jet in case he stress drops after a case.
spencer’s a smart kid. unless he’s regressed to his smallest age, luke has to constantly keep him engaged and learning.
“can we watch milo and otis again?” “are you gonna cry this time?” “no!” and then spencer proceeds to sob, even though he promised not to.
“did you know that” “actually” “oh! listen to this!” from spencer followed by a “wow little man, that’s suuuper cool!” from luke. (basically the same as when he’s big, because luke is always down to listen to spencer rant.)
they both lecture each other on the importance of bedtimes and getting enough sleep, but they’re both still awake at 2 a.m. (“i told you to go to sleep, spence.” “well you’re still up so why can’t i be?” “because you’re the baby.”)
you know those kids who always ask “why?” after every little thing? yeah, that’s spencer.
pacifier has to be be clipped to his shirt at all times or it will end up lost.
soft blankets, clothes, and stuffed animals are a must. anything even slightly scratchy will never be used.
hates being put in time-out. he cries so hard and luke gets so upset himself that a ten minute time-out will shorten to five minutes. there’s tons of cuddles and reassurances afterwards, and spencer is pretty good about not doing the same bad thing again.