Vanilla Baby - 1
Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: Reid and the new agent on the team do not get along well. Confident and charismatic, Reid despises Y/N for her work habits but can't seem to get enough of her.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1k
Spencer Reid hated Y/N. Not only had she replaced Emily's position when she went to Interpol, but she wrote all her paperwork in an amalgam of multicolor pens, wore a vanilla perfume that was too strong, laughed too loud, walked too loud as her heels clicked down stairs and hallways, and quite honestly she seemed way too incompetent to be on the team. That was why Reid was currently knocking on Hotch's office door to voice a complaint.
"Reid there's nothing I can do. No other members of the team have voiced complaints, she faxes everything to me in black and white, and she is an incredible asset to this team when it comes to interviews. Her social skills get lots of confessions and her body language reading is always spot on. Just because she doesn't know the radius of every US capitol does not make SS Y/L/N vapid."
"Hotch I'm serious. I can't focus with her around." Spencer replied in disbelief. How could Hotch not see all the problems right in from of his nose?
"Reid, how about instead of complaining about the attractive new agent that happens to be your age, you get to know her? We have a new case so tell everyone to meet in the conference room in five minutes," Hotch replied sternly. Spencer walked out of the conference room with a tight grip on Y/N's file and tense shoulders. As he stalked back to his desk he got another whiff of vanilla and cinnamon.
"Reid! Listen I know we have to meet in a few but I had a question for you." Y/N told Reid with a large grin. Her doe eyes blinked slowly back at him as she waited for his reply before going to grab the file he was holding.
"Is someone doing a little research on the new agent? I wonder what it says in here, I don't even know!" she giggled as Reid pushed his hands into his pocket and rolled on the balls of his feet. Y/N's eyes glazed over the manilla folder in awe. The folder was surprisingly thick. He hadn't gotten a chance to read it yet and he wondered what mysteries waited inside for him.
"Oh I wouldn't know, Hotch told me to pull it. That's why I was just in his office." He lied through his teeth, hand scratching the back of his head.
"You are a horrible liar Spencer Reid." Y/N responded as she handed the file back to a stunned Spencer. How did she know that? He watched her strut to the conference room with Y/H/C locks in a tight ponytail, black pants, and a deep purple turtleneck. He watched through the glass windows as she greeted Garcia with a wave and she sat down. He wanted to take a moment to finish the paperwork he was behind on, especially because of the five minutes he would never get back from that futile conversation with Y/N, but Hotch beckoned him to the conference room. As Penelope introduced their case, family murders in Kansas City, Reid watched Y/N across the conference room. She bit the edge of her pen in concentration, such a bad habit. Think of all the germs on desks and hands that touch her pen and touch her mouth. She bit her lip in concentration, not flinching at the grotesque images on the screen. He shivered as he thought about her lips and focused back on the case and how the youngest member of the family, a boy, had not been found dead yet.
While the rest of the team was at the dump site or interviewing relatives, Reid worked at the police station on a geographic profile. Y/N sat quietly as she helped Garcia work through the social medias of both families in search of clues. As Reid stared at the white board in front of him, he heard Y/N's phone ringing. Her voice came out in a whisper, "Garcia I have a thought. The families look picture perfect on their pages, but their body language is tense. The husband holds his hand around his wife's waist, but he stands far away. The daughter has her arms crossed. Can you cross reference the names and maybe couples therapy or family therapy? I know the husband has a gambling problem like you said, so you could also try support groups. I just feel like something's off. "
An hour or two later, the team got a call from Garcia. Spencer walked to Y/N to hear the speaker phone as Garcia spoke.
"Our newbie is a certified genius, watch out pretty boy. At Y/N's request I cross referenced the families and therapies and both families went to a wilderness camp to work on their bonds a few weeks before the kidnapping of family number one. That might be where they met the unsub and I'm working on that now." Garcia spoke through the phone, her colorful aura transferring through the telephone lines. Y/N put her hand up to Reid for a high five in excitement about their connection and her help in the case, "germs" he mumbled coldly as he walked back to the board without touching her. He felt her Y/N's bore into his back, and imagined her with a downturned mouth and hip popped. Her hair had been down and he heard her put it back up as she sat down and got back to work quietly. Y/N didn't bother him again and Reid was happy to have peace and quiet. He heard her type quietly and every so often let out deep breaths as she worked tediously through social media sites. The geographic profile was done and he went to grab coffee.
"Your coworker over there single? Or looking for a fun night?" One of the older cops joked as Reid filled his cup with sugar.
"No." He answered in the same cold tone as he had used on Y/N before walking away. He returned to the room and looked over Y/N's shoulder as she scrolled through the son's Instagram.
In the end, Y/N was right about the two families crossing paths at the wilderness retreat. The unsub was an electrician who had hidden cameras in the houses and the family was reunited, both happily and unhappily, and the team flew home. Reid focused on his book in hopes that no one would bother him, but Hotch sat next to him on the flight.
"I would say Y/N is an incredible asset to this team, don't you think?"