Spencer is shot while on a case, and his emergency contact shows up to the hospital.
pairing: spencer reid x reader
genre: fluff i think, a little bit of hurt/comfort (spencer is hurt, reader comforts him)
content: established relationship, team doesn't know spencer has a partner, gn!reader i think, early seasons spencer in mind but could be read with any, hospital setting, not proofread
wc: 859
a/n: this has been in the drafts for a Hot Minute. i maybe wanted it to be longer but i also just want it to be Out There so. idk hopefully it's okay, let me know what u think :)
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You hurry down the halls of the hospital, practically sprinting, and trying desperately to remember what Agent Hotchner had said when you spoke to him on the phone. Was it two rights and then a left? Or a right and then two lefts? The pristine white walls of the hospital are disorienting, scrambling your already worried mind further.
Thankfully, your question is answered when he comes into view in the hallway.
"Agent Hotchner!" You call, your voice loud and a bit desperate in the empty halls. It echoes off the walls, emanating through the air before returning back to your ears.
He gives you a tight lipped smile, more of a grimace or a cringe than anything else. "He's resting," he says to you in greeting. "Lost a lot of blood, and needed a minor surgery to get the metal shards from the bullet removed from his shoulder. Awake now, but still a little bit drugged up."
"Can I see him?" You ask quickly, already trying to peer past him into the hospital room. You can hear the sounds of various machines beeping, and the quiet conversations between team members.
"Of course," he says, his expression morphing into something that some might call sympathetic. On Hotch, it simply looks slightly less stoic than usual. "He's visiting with the team."
You hurry past him into the hospital room, dropping your coat and bag onto a nearby chair before taking up residence on the edge of Spencer's bed. The team exchange baffled looks, surprised by the sudden presence of this stranger.
Spencer's honey colored eyes, however, immediately brighten a bit when you sit down, a dopey little smile spreading across his cheeks.
"Hi, brave boy," you whisper, reaching up to move a lock of hair off of Spencer's forehead. His glasses aren't present, likely removed for the surgery or in the scuffle of getting to the hospital, and you make a mental note to ask the nurse where they put them. "How are you feeling?"
"Better now," Spencer murmurs back, reaching out to take your free hand. Your fingers lace together with his like they were made to fit into yours, like the mold for your hands were created with one another in mind. You rub a careful thumb over the line of his knuckles.
"You scared the shit out of me, you know," you mutter, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.
Spencer, at least, has the decency to look guilty. "I know," he says quietly, the shame evident in his voice. "I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," you shoot back, raising an eyebrow. "Did you get shot on purpose?"
Spencer smiles at that, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No. But I could've been more careful."
"Well, now you know for next time," you chastise him gently, bringing his hand up to your mouth to press a careful kiss against the back of it. You're cautious with your movements, making sure not to jostle his shoulder.
Someone clears their throat, and you look over your shoulder, seeing the rest of the team looking on at the interaction with clear bewilderment. Morgan is the first to speak up. "You've been holding out on us, kid."
Spencer's smile turns sheepish, a blush beginning to dust his cheeks, and he squeezes your hand once. "No, I haven't," he protests. "It's just... uh... it's never come up."
You let out a light little laugh, and give the team a wave with your free hand. "Um, hi," you smile. "I'm Spencer's partner. I wish we could have met under... better circumstances?"
There's a round of greetings, introductions, and amused looks, mixed with a fair amount of confusion. It's obvious that the team hadn't expected Spencer to have a partner, least of all someone like you.
Agent Hotchner pokes his head into the room, still with the same stoic expression that you're starting to become familiar with. "Visiting hours are over," he states plainly. "Nurse will be in soon to check vitals. You can stay," he says, addressing you, "since you're Reid's emergency contact."
Prentiss looks at Hotch with barely concealed confusion. "You knew about Reid's partner?"
"Yes," Hotch says, looking unimpressed.
"And you didn't think to tell us?" JJ cuts in.
"It wasn't your business," Hotch says, cocking an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. "Whether or not Reid wants to share his personal life with you is at his discretion."
A nurse bustles in, beginning to chat to Spencer about pain levels and medications, and Hotch beckons for the team to follow him out of the room. They do as they're told indignantly, and you can hear them berating him for his silence about you from the hallway. You stifle a giggle.
Spencer's gaze is soft when you look back at him, and you can feel your heart melting slightly. You give him a smile in return, your lips turned down at the corners, still shy in front of him despite months of dating.
"Thank you for coming," he murmurs, squeezing your hand again.
"I'll always show up for you," you whisper, squeezing his hand back.
