Chapter 2 of βThe probability of usβ
Tags: fluff, misunderstanding, slight teasing.
A/N: I think Iβve just given up on doing spacing how I like so Iβm pretty much keeping it how tumblr puts it down when I move this from AO3 to here
You can also read here on AO3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/88519696/chapters/234815536
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When you arrived to the bureau the next morning (much to your dismay) Spencer was no where to be found. Odd, sure. But you had expected him to be out on a case somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
When Spencer came through the elevator with two coffeeβs in hand, you paid no mind.
βUh.. here.β He said in a shaky voice. You looked up at him, carefully taking the coffee.
βWhatβs this for?β You asked him, looking down at the coffee.
βYou stayed here late last night.β He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. βAnd the probability of you being tired just like I am is very high.β
You smiled. βI guess you were right then.β You laughed, taking the coffee to warm your hands.
Spencer gave his usual nervous smile, then nodded and walked off.
You had wanted to say something else, talk a little more about the recent book he gave you, but something about him was screaming he didnβt want to. And that hurt a little bit.
Spencer went into the briefing room where the rest of his team had been waiting for him.
βYou're late,β Hotch stated simply, though there wasn't much bite behind it.
βSorry.β Spencer adjusted the strap of his satchel before slipping into his usual seat. βThe line at the coffee cart downstairs was... considerably longer than average.β
Derek looked up from the file in front of him with a knowing grin. βFunny. Didn't know they sold two coffees to one guy.β
Spencer froze for only a fraction of a second. βStatistically speaking, purchasing two beverages at once isn't uncommon.β
βMm-hm.β Derek nodded slowly.
Emily looked between the two of them before raising an eyebrow. βWho was the second coffee for?β
βA coworker,β Spencer answered. βA coworker,β Emily repeated, trying very hard not to smile.
βShe stayed late finishing reports,β Spencer clarified quickly. βSleep deprivation negatively impacts cognitive performance by nearly thirty percent, and caffeine temporarily counteracts some of those effects. It seemed... practical.β
βPractical,β Derek echoed.
Hotch cleared his throat. βIf everyone's finished.β
The room immediately settled as Garcia's face appeared on the screen. βGood morning, my little crime-fighting ducklings.β
The briefing wrapped up quicker than anyone expected.
The case in Virginia hadn't escalated enough to require the full team, so Hotch sent Rossi and JJ to consult with local law enforcement while everyone else remained at Quantico. It wasn't unusual. Cases stalled, leads dried up, and sometimes the BAU spent entire days catching up on paperwork while waiting for the next call.
You almost wished there was a case.
Paperwork was beginning to blur together after the third hour.
By early afternoon, the bullpen had settled into its familiar rhythm. Phones rang intermittently, and keyboards clicked.
Spencer had wandered his way over to your desk absentmindedly. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clutching a hardcover book against his chest. You recognized it immediately.
"You finished it?" you asked.
"Already?" You asked surprised, that had taken you two weeks to finish.
"It wasn't particularly long."
"Spencer, it was almost four hundred pages." You laughed, sipping your coffee
"Three hundred and eighty-six."
"So?" you prompted. "Tell me what you thought."
His eyes lit up in that way they always seemed to when someone invited him to talk about something he'd enjoyed
"The characterization was impressive. Most authors struggle to write intelligent protagonists because they rely on exposition rather than behavior, but this author allowed the reader to infer intelligence through dialogue and decision-making."
You rested your chin in your hand, listening. You enjoyed listening to him ramble and ramble on about the book, though you more enjoyed the fact he felt comfortable enough to do that.. it was almost.. cute?
βWhat? Is thereβ did I do something wrong?β Spencer paused, looking at you worriedly.
βIβm sorry Iβm talking to much.β He said full of embarrassment. He set the book down and looked away.
βNo Spencerβ youβre fine! Itβs alright.β You said quickly, not wanting to offend him. βI enjoy listening to you talk.β You had realized how weird that sounded βnot in a creepy way of course! I just think youβre very intellectual!β Your cheeks burned with embarrassment now and poor Spencer was just confused.
βOkay..β he nodded, unable to wrap his head around the fact that someone actually enjoyed talking to him.
The conversation had ended there. You were too nervous to say anything else and Spencer just ran out of words (for once).
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A/N: Ahhh Iβm sorry this is so short but I think thereβs a reason I never did good in creative writing classes. This was hardddd! But over all I think this will be a really cute story (if I stop adding stupid misunderstandings and reader figures out her emotions.). Btw, requests are open!! Pleasee give me ideas on what I should do!
