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“D- Don’t you like it?” Sam stuttered, his voice shaking upon uttering those words. He never expected such a reaction at all. He was hoping for the best but he also braced himself for the worst. This was the first time he asked somebody out, and that somebody was you. He scratched his head, looked down at his hobbit feet and awaited your reply. He couldn’t look straight, his cheeks flushed. You could hear his heavy breathing from where you were standing and it made you feel worse than ever. You didn’t want to put him in this position at all. You took a deep breath as you fumbled for the right words to tell him.

(y/n) gnawed lightly at her bottom lip as she drove through the streets to get to work. Her eyes kept darting to the bag of Valentines resting on the seat next to her. It had one for each of her friends in the BAU branch of the FBI, plus three special ones for someone she admired for years. She had debated on whether or not to go through with this: leaving a present throughout the day on his desk. (y/n) had carefully chosen each little gift with a card to match. Not knowing if it would change anything, or if it would work at all, (y/n) decided to follow through with the idea. By herself. Yeah, it was risky. She could get caught. But she didn'