A/N: Okay, I gave you all an awkward Spencer. Now I give less awkward older Spence cuz I love both, and the music I’m listening to right now is just screaming confidence lmao. I also apologise if the writing is funky I tried to edit which I do not do but I’m trying to get better at it lmao ENJOY
SUMMARY : You keep getting Spencer Reid’s Mail, and based on the content of his magazine subscriptions, you wouldn’t be surprised if he murdered you one day. It was strange; you found him quite intriguing, but without context for his odd taste in reading materials, you decided it was probably best to just stay clear and ignore him. But when you order something, it ends up in Reid’s mailbox. You’ll do everything in your power to get it back because you will not survive the embarrassment if he opens that package.so you do what any sane person would…. Break into his apartment.
TAGS: breaking and entering, the universe has it out for reader , hot older Spencer you’re welcome, reader buys a sex toy … that’s it lmao.
The cryptic man living in the apartment next to yours was either a true crime enthusiast or a serial killer in the making. Even though you’d only caught glimpses of him over the years, you sure knew a lot more than you should or wanted to about your neighbour and his interests. The sheer volume of magazines featuring killers, cults and serial rapists that were mistakenly slid through your mail shoot was somewhat concerning at best. You could understand a few subscriptions, as you were a bit of a true crime fiend yourself. Still, the number of subscriptions was far too alarming for anyone to claim sanity.
This was a shame because, despite your caution and best efforts, you often found the idea of a true crime-loving brainiac stuck in your mind, even if he seemed to survive on an unhealthy amount of takeout judging by the copious amount of menus shoved under his door.
Aside from the few gruesome crime magazines, you’d also discovered a fair share of thrillers and classical books catalogues, alongside subscriptions relating to chess and some annoyingly advanced puzzles that always left your brain feeling fried after attempting to solve them. Your curiosity about him grew with each missent letter and subscription, pulling you in despite the logical warning to keep your distance and avoid him at all costs, just in case he was a creepy serial killer fanboy.
Yet you couldn’t even catch him in time to give him his mail back, let alone try to converse in a conversation, so you settled on avoiding him at all costs.
Instead of handing his mail to him like a normal, sane person would, you resorted to shoving all his mail through his door as best you could, along with a note urging him to do something about how much of it you were getting. Despite your best efforts to prevent his mail from becoming a tripping hazard in your apartment, here you were once again standing in front of his apartment door sporting a freshly applied face mask, fuzzy hot pink PJs, and a copy of Serial Killer Weekly in your hand. All you wanted was to get back to the comfort of your couch, but it seemed like fate had other plans.
Forcibly, you jam the magazine into its owner’s mail slot, grimacing as you watch the once-smooth edges start to wrinkle in retaliation. “Seriously, why do they make these things so goddamn small” Your frustrated remarks were interrupted by the sound of keys jingling, followed by footsteps echoing down the hall. “Shoot”, giving up and abandoning the magazine, you book it to your apartment, slamming the door behind yourself just as someone turns the corner. Catching your breath, you rest your back against the door, allowing the sudden burst of adrenaline a second to cool its jets before making your way back to the comfy little blanket-like nest you had been lounging around on all evening. The tea you had previously abandoned was now lukewarm, not ideal, but there was no way in hell you would waste a cup of tea. Bringing the mug up to your lips, you stretch yourself across the couch to where you had thrown your laptop, careful not to spill your drink whilst pulling it back onto your lap as you settle in to resume your nightly internet deep drive.
Did you have a slight online shopping addiction? Yes, yes, you did. It wasn’t unusual for you to shift from reading some odd article describing the history of how pillows were made to one of your bookmarked shopping sites. The one thing you loved about the internet is the abundance of useless random Shit you can buy, and boy, did you love useless random Shit. You knew you should be spending your money on something that you actually needed instead of cute little magnets of animated cats. Still, you were only human, highly irresponsible with money, but human nonetheless. A few minutes quickly turned to hours as you added things to your cart, justifying to yourself their importance and why they were an investment in your happiness. Any thought you had of your neighbour melted away as you got sucked back into the World Wide Web.
An all too familiar irritating burn scratched at your eyes, screaming at you to put the laptop away and go to sleep before you burnt a massive hole through your savings. Just as you were about to give in to the little nagging voice in your head, a scandalous ad floated its way across your screen, perking your interest. It was no secret that your sex life sucked majorly, and you weren’t usually the type to buy risky items. The only things you did own were stupid gag gifts hidden away in your closet that your friends had brought as a joke. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at them, let alone use them; it was as if they were mocking you for not being able to get any.
Maybe you deserved to buy one last thing before calling it a night; you just won’t look at your bank account in the morning and regret your life choices. As sleep starts to catch up, you quickly enter the billing address, not bothering to double-check it, before closing the laptop and making your way to your room.
Weeks had passed since that night; honestly, you had forgotten all about the order until you were interrupted mid-shower, screaming some trashy song with a notification from the postal company. Your package was arriving in the afternoon, so, like any normal person, you put all plans for the day on hold as you waited anxiously, sitting on your couch by the door. There was no way in hell you were going to risk your neighbours seeing the promiscuous packaging; the little old lady living right next door, who you just adored, thought you were such a sweet girl and could do no wrong you’d be damned if you ruined that image for her.
The urge to pee suddenly appeared as you and the door were in the middle of a weird yet intense staring match, you tried focusing all your attention solely on the door . And yet, the bursting need to pee was starting to strain. After pushing yourself to keep it in just a bit longer, you caved. It was only going to take a minute; surely, they wouldn’t drop it off whilst you were doing your business. Snapping away from the door, you push yourself off the couch and bolt towards the toilet, trying to make it in time, not really wanting to pee yourself today or any other day for that matter.
Just as you sit down, your phone lights up, alerting you that your package has arrived and has been dropped off, “Shit, of course, just my luck; here’s to praying Mrs Paddington stays inside. “grumbling whilst you finish up as quickly as possible, you stumble your way out of the bathroom rushing to the door still trying to pull your pants back up. Hastily, Swinging the door open only to reveal absolutely nothing, no package, not even the mailman walking up the hall to hand it over, just an empty hallway. Raising your brow in Confusion, you pull out your phone to double check, yep definitely says it was dropped off ... that’s when you saw it, fear shot its way through your body as you looked up at the address you had put down weeks prior, how you made such a stupid small mistake was beyond you, but fuck did you hate yourself right now.
“Please, god, no, please don’t be doing this to me right now,” you pleaded while clinging to some delusion of hope. You walked over to the little mail slot that belonged to the door just in front of yours.
Bending down, you push it open as far as it would allow; your eye hovered over the tiny opening as you peeked inside, praying to some god that it wasn’t in his apartment. But seeing as your luck was just so amazing right now, there it was, sitting right there on the other side of what you’d assume was a locked door, which, of course, belonged to the one and only neighbour that you swore to yourself you’d avoid like the black plague.
Now you were truly, royally fucked.
All you wanted to do was lay down and die, bury yourself in the ground and never come back. How in the hell did you end up in this situation? To say you were embarrassed was an understatement. Never in your life have you fucked up this badly, and you fuck up frequently. Yet, here you were, banging your head on his door, wanting nothing but to simply disappear and not have to deal with the explanation of why your newly brought vibrator was sitting in his apartment.
As you sat there, forehead pressed against the hard wooden door, ready to admit defeat, a thought crossed your mind.
Who said he needed to ever know about the package?
Was breaking into his apartment one of your brightest ideas? No, probably not, but it was the only one you could come with. No way were you going to just leave it there for him to discover and have whatever dignity you had left destroyed by embarrassment.
Rushing into your apartment for a split second, you grab a trusty bobby pin from the bathroom and make your way back to his apartment, ready to put all the knowledge from the late-night crime shows you’ve binged to good use; it didn’t matter that you’ve never picked a lock before, how hard could it be.
Focusing all your attention on the lock, you shoved the pin in and jiggled it around, hoping something would click into the right place and do something.
Just as you were about to give up and resort to just kicking the door down out of frustration, you heard the clicking noise of the door unlocking. Your face lit up with pride; of course, you never doubted your skills for a second, okay, maybe just a little, but that wasn’t something you were about to focus on right now. Your victory was short-lived as you remembered your little mission. Carefully, you pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment, taking in your surroundings as you did so.
It looked like a library that had exploded everywhere. There were books and files scattered around in a somewhat organised way. Oddly enough, despite the chaos of every surface being covered with reading material, the space was immaculately clean. Confused: You walked past your package towards the cluttered dining room table. You ran your finger across the wooden surface, expecting there to be some dust residue. Yet, despite the house looking abandoned, there wasn’t a spec of dirt anywhere. “What an odd dude. “As hard as it was, you ignored your curiosity, not really wanting to risk being caught snooping through his things.
As you make your way back to your package, you let out a sigh of relief as you pick it up, holding it close to your chest. “Crisis avoided, thank god” Just as you were about to make your way out of the apartment to the safety of your own home, your body was roughly slammed into the table you were inspecting a second ago. Its edges dug uncomfortably into your stomach; your cheek was pressed against the loose sheets of paper as your assailant held you down in place. One hand was wrapped around your wrists, holding them in place behind your back, and the other had a firm grip on the back of your head. The colour quickly drained from your face as a bolt of panic hit your core. “What are you doing in my apartment?” a low, assertive voice grumbled against your back; a shiver ran down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin; suddenly, all the jokes about your neighbour killing you didn’t seem to feel that funny anymore.
“i-I promise there is a perfect explanation for this”, your voice betrayed you as it trembled pathetically, throwing away any image of composure out the window.
“You broke into my apartment? I’m not quite sure if there’s a good explanation for that; you realise you can get up to 10 years in jail for breaking and entering, right. “
Oh shit, you didn’t think about that.
“Seriously, I wasn’t stealing anything; there were no ill intentions. I didn’t even realise you were here. That’s why I broke in the first place” The words were spilling out, and there was no way you were going to be able to stop them. “That sounded bad, didn’t it? “
“Very. “The sound of his feet shuffling around on the wooden floorboards gave you a sickening uneasiness deep in your stomach. “Didn’t look like that to me; what’s this then “his grip loosened as he bent down to where you had dropped the package. There was not a sound coming from you, no pleading or begging. You just stayed there still and silent, knowing there was no point in stopping him now.
There was no need for you to see his face; the image of a shocked expression that your mind conjured up was enough to cause an embarrassing heat in your cheeks. The eerie silence that filled the room definitely didn’t help calm your racing thoughts. Before it could get any more awkward between the two of you, the once-restricting grip holding you securely in place loosened completely, leaving you free to push yourself off the table.
Your eyes danced around the room, making sure to avoid the apologetic look you felt coming from the man in front of you. Not wanting to subject yourself to this torture a second longer, you somehow mustered up the tinniest bit of courage and pushed your way past him, grabbing the box in the process and trying to save what little respectability you had left. Thankfully, there were no protests made as you barged out of the apartment; neither one of you dared to utter a word as he watched you escape back to the safety of your own apartment.
Aggressively, you tossed the scandalous box onto the couch, along with yourself. A loud groan left your body as it made contact with the softer surface. You could already hear your brain overworking itself as it replayed the scene over and over again, disregarding your displeasure. You could feel your stomach starting to churn with each thought, and the urge to puke was becoming more violent.
You knew there was no way in hell you were ever using it now; the feeling of embarrassment was glued to it now, and to be frank, you’d rather drown in a puddle of your own puke than think about today ever, EVER again.
Before you could spiral any further and trap yourself in an overthinking season, a faint knock came from the door, and your head snapped upwards as another knock followed. Not wanting to be rude, you hesitantly got up from your position on the couch, dragging your feet to the door and cautiously opening it, only to be greeted by the last person you wanted to see right now. “May I help you?”
“Hi, umm, I just wanted to apologise for earlier. I didn’t mean to embarrass you; I thought you were an intruder stealing my mail.”
“Technically, it’s my mail I was stealing, and the breaking in... yeah, I don’t have an excuse for that one.”
“Okay, well again, sorry for, well, everything that went down” The room fell uncomfortably silent; neither of you really knew how to shift the conversation; thankfully, you didn’t have to be the one that broke the silence. “guess I’ll get going then I just wanted to clear the air “sporting a slight smile he turns, retreating to his apartment but before he could reach his door you call out.
“Actually! Can you wait up? I have some of your mail” The chaos from today completely scrambled your brain; you had initially planned to take his mail with you as you technically broke into his apartment, but of course, the panic of him finding your package fucked with your ability to think. Stopping in his tracks, your neighbour gave you a rightly so confused look as he moved back into the apartment to hear you out. “You know you really need to talk to the mailman. I swear if I have to see another crime scene or a creepy middle-aged man’s mug shot, I might lose it. “The slightly crooked smile he responded with had you choking on air; before you make more of a fool of yourself, you turn quickly to sort through the pile of mail on the table, hoping to come across this morning’s additions. “I know, I know “, he sighed deeply as he moved closer, joining you in the search. “I just can never find the chance; I barely get any free time to relax as is” Before you can stop yourself, you regretfully let your filter slip. “Ah, does killing people take up all your time? I suggest retirement” Truly, you were shocked with yourself today; what kind of witch did you piss off to be cursed with suck shitty luck. Just as you had the apology on the way, you were interrupted with a chuckle. “Bold of you to say to someone you think to be a killer,” he smirked down at you, his brow slightly raised, questioning your judgement. “Well shit” As subtly as you could manage, you shuffled around the table, trying to put some distance between the two of you, glancing at him as you go.
The panic started to hit you as your mind began doing summersaults, quickly jumping to conclusions.
“I’m guessing I’m on the list now, huh?” A heavy chuckle filled the room, leaving you dumbfounded. Is he that crazy? He must have caught onto your discomfort and calmed down quickly to shut down your irrational thinking. “Sorry, sorry, no. I actually arrest killers for a living” As if you needed more proof, he pulls out a badge from his wallet and places it on the table. “I can kind of see how those magazines made you think otherwise” thank god you had never felt so relieved in your life, not today, death, not today. Looking down at the badge, your smile slightly fades. FBI… he’s with the FBI… YOU BROKE INTO THE HOUSE OF AN FBI AGENT. “Did I apologise for breaking in? Cuz I’m very, very sorry. “
“Don't stress, I’m not going to arrest you or anything; I get it, just maybe next time, knock?” you giggle as you walk over to him with his mail in hand “, “passing him the mail, your fingers graze against his sending a slight shiver down your spine.
“Thanks,” he says, you nod.
“Thanks for not murdering me” he smiles down at you before backing away towards the door, but just as he goes to leave, he turns back. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around, neighbour “he waves goodbye as he shuts your door; once you can no longer hear footsteps, you finally let yourself breathe again.
“Well … least he’s hot,” you shrug off the events of today, turn, and make eye contact with the package in the corner of the room that started it all. “… I did spend money on it, and I’m not one to waste money” There was a long, silent pause as you debated it. “Nah, I shouldn’t. “Shaking your head, you grabbed the remote off the table and walked over to the couch, trying to make yourself comfortable whilst switching on your detective show. Honestly, you really were going to forget all about the toy. Still, once a curly, brown-haired character appeared on the screen that you refused to admit looked way too much like your (hot) neighbour, the urge took over, and before you knew it, you were grabbing the box and shutting your door, hoping you could keep it your little, shameful secret. I mean, doesn’t everyone think about their neighbour whilst they get off
Tags: fem reader x sleep-deprived post prison Spencer Reid
summary: reader and spencer are on the plane trip home after a long case. reader awakens to find a sleep deprived spencer who hasn't been able to sleep the same since prison and can't help but intervene. (BASICALLY, JUST A CUTE FIC OF READER COMFORTING SPENCER AND HELPING HIM SLEEP TEEHEE CEJDNOREO)
authors note: OMG hi guys I'm so sorry I forgot about this account life got insane for a second there lmao. Anyway, here's a new fic, there will def be a continuation for this one, I've got big plans for this series teehee. I will say that I like to write, NOT edit so if it's rough I am sorry about that ha-ha.
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As soon as everyone settled in for the five-hour flight home, you and the rest of the team collapsed in exhaustion.
To be fair, this case had been grueling and relentless. A small girl had been taken from her family home in the late hours of the night. It wasn’t the first kidnapping to occur in the small town of Pine Mountain, and unfortunately for the BAU, the previous case had ended with gruesome and inhumane murders.
No one wanted another child's blood on their hands, so there was an unspoken agreement among everyone that no one would get any rest until she was found alive and returned safely to her family.
You had always hated cases like this.
Yes, they were unavoidable in your line of work, but the thought of a child’s murder always stirred an unwelcome feeling deep inside you. The lingering sense of disgust always stayed with you for weeks afterward despite your attempts to forget, leaving behind a sickening weight in your stomach that persisted. The guilt gnawed at you, constantly taunting you in those quiet moments when your mind wandered.
Maybe it was the sheer exhaustion, or the sleeping pills you had discreetly swallowed before the plane took off, but despite the haunting images of the case replaying in your mind like a twisted personal snuff film, you finally drifted into a deep sleep. Honestly, you could’ve slept through the entire trip home, but unfortunately for you turbulence still existed.
Your eyes snapped open as the plane jolted you awake with little regard for your much-needed rest. A groan escaped your lips as your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting from one of the reading lights
“Spence?" you muttered, your gaze shifting to the boy genius sitting beside you. He had one of his classic novels in his hand, the title too blurry for your exhausted brain to make sense of. His eyes looked sunken, the dark circles beneath them deeper than usual. You couldn’t help but be amazed (and a little envious) at how handsome he looked even when disheveled and exhaustion.
"You're still awake?" you quietly asked, sitting up slightly in the uncomfortably stiff airplane seat, praying you didn’t look too much like a hot mess. Unfortunately for you, the universe had cursed you with bad bed hair and dark bags under your eyes whenever you woke up. Spencer set his book down in his lap and turned his head to look at you, his expression softening.
“Unfortunately," he muttered "How are you not completely exhausted" you asked in a low voice, attempting not to disturb the others' sleep.
Spencer glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment. There was something in his eyes, like he wanted to say something but changed his mind at the last second.
“I’m fine” he replied, noticing your not-so-awake appearance. “You, on the other hand, should go back to sleep.” He stated, clearly trying to brush off your concern, but you weren't convinced. After all these years working with Spencer, you knew him well, too well in fact, well enough to tell when he was hiding something.
You leaned in a little closer to him, looking at him with determined insistence in your eyes.
“You don’t look fine to me.”
His body stiffened as you entered his personal space and a deep sigh escaped his lips, finally giving in to your persistence, probably more out of sleep deprivation than any real desire to share.
Before the whole prison event he had undergone, you and Spencer would spend these long plane rides home venting and doing nothing but overshare. It was the familiarity and shared comfort that made you feel a sense of security with him. It was nice, it helped you make sense of the complex emotions these cases stirred up and the trauma that followed.
You had been each other’s emotional support buddy through your early years at the BAU, but now… it felt as if he had pulled away from you.
You couldn’t stand it “I just... don’t sleep well,” he muttered under his breath, as if he were ashamed to admit it. His eyes drifted away from yours, searching for something else to focus on, avoiding the intensity of your gaze. “It’s usually an unpleasant ordeal for me.”
You understood that feeling all too well—the haunting cases that refused to leave your mind, the ones that you could never quite shake off, some things once seen could never be unseen.
It made sense that he couldn’t sleep anymore, though you could only guess what had happened to him in prison. The silence between you stretched on and before you knew it you had shifted your position, turning fully toward him. Your back pressed against the wall behind you to create more space.
“What are you doing?” Spencer's brows lifted in confusion.
“Helping,” you replied simply.
The plane hummed around you, neither of you making a sound or movement. Spencer seemed to not quite understand what you were offering, despite the soft patting on your lap as an invitation. You rolled your eyes at his oblivion.
“What, you scared I’m going to bite?” you teased, smirking. "Come on, Spence. It’s not like I haven’t used you as my own personal pillow before, I’m simply returning the favor. Now hurry up before I change my mind and leave you to suffer."
There was a long-held silence before Spencer broke it, flashing you that familiar smirk, the one that used to make your stomach flutter.
You hadn't seen it in months.
“Fine, I’ll amuse you, but just this once,” he said, his voice softer than usual, almost vulnerable. You could still sense his reluctance, and it stung more than you cared to admit.
Before you could pull yourself together and remind yourself that this was your idea, you felt the unexpected weight of his head gently resting on your lap. He shifted to adjust himself, trying to make himself more comfortable in the cramped space.
Suddenly, everything felt too close, too intimate.
You tried your best to ignore the quickening of your heartbeat as you silently cursed yourself for being so delusional.
It was kind of pathetic how much of an effect he always seemed to have on you, honestly, it was impossible at this point to ignore the pull he had on you.
No matter how much you told yourself that it was in the past, that if something were to happen between the two of you, it would’ve happened years ago, you couldn’t deny it anymore. You were still hopelessly, undeniably in love with him.
So, selfishly, you decided to indulge just this once, promising yourself that you’d put the whole Spencer thing to rest after. For now, you would let yourself just be in this moment. Your fingers rested gently in his thick unruly curls; you let the warmth of his skin beneath your touch ground you.
“Spence, in order for this to work, you need to close your eyes,” you whispered softly, your voice betraying you as a hint of laughter ruined any attempt at smoothness. His brown eyes, still wide open, locked onto yours and stayed there for a moment.
“Right, right. Sorry,” he muttered with a small sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes finally fluttered closed, and a faint sigh left his lips. You felt his body relax against yours, his breathing slowing.
You watched his chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. Remaining still, you simply watched him, a soft smile on your lips. Your fingers left his hair and fell gently onto his skin, dancing across his features, tracing each line.
Yeah, there was no doubt in your mind—you were officially cooked.
Holy shit, ok I was so nervous to post my first fanfic but my god! Thank you guys so much I really hope you enjoyed it, I certainly enjoyed writing it. I should have another story posted in the next day or so (I’m a little bit of a workaholic so I will do what I can when I have time off) again I am so shocked with how many people liked it, I appreciate the love . THANK YOU XXXX 🧡
SUMMERY : Reader gets her date interrupted when Hotch calls up asking for her to get to the BAU. Reader rushes over still dressed up and a certain dr can’t keep her eyes off her teehee.
Tags:fem reader , a huge amount of awkwardness, reader is over her love life
A/N: I WANTED AWKWARD SPENCER REID, bare with me tho cuz I haven’t written a fanfic since I was 13 and it was horrible so please be kind and let me know your thoughts :))) enjoyyy.
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You were used to your phone ringing at the WORST possible times, I mean with your job that was something you just had to prepare yourself for. Serial killers don’t take a break just so you can have a girls night out or take a nice relaxing bath after a long day. Although never in your life did you imagine the wave of relief that would wash over you as the all too familiar ringtone blared from your phone. Normally you would groan and feel your body grow more exhausted whilst hesitantly picking up the phone, but not tonight. Nope. Fortunately for hotch, you couldn’t have answered the phone faster. “what’s up” low and behold hotch was on the other end requesting your presence ASAP!
You tried to hide your glee as you glanced over at the douche-ist blind date that the great quote on quote “matchmaker” of the century Garcia, had raved on about the week before. To be fair the date didn’t start off bad, it was actually the most decent one you’ve had yet. Honestly you were ready to finally praise Penelope for actually finding you a decent man to take your mind off the unrequited school girl crush that you had on a certain “kid” genius. somehow you escaped the dude who clearly was stuck in some frat boy mindset, well not without some snarky comment made towards you which you shut down a little harsher then needed but seriously you couldn’t hold back anymore, you had no idea what possessed Penelope into thinking you would EVER consider going home with the king of fucking douchebags (most likely the biceps and tight clothing that the man sported). Nevertheless here you were speeding down the freeway, thinking way too hard about your love life completely blanking and forgetting to drop by your apartment to quickly change into something more work appropriate.
Before you knew it you’ve parked your car, walking into the cold air. A shiver runs down your body and the shock hits you when you realize. Here you are in a little skimpy black dress that clings to your curves in “just the right way” according to Penelope before shoving you out into your car heading to that horrible excuse of a date, “ahh shit. Fucken seriously! Of course this is just my luck … I mean at least I look good” groaning and mumbling to yourself, you make your way into the building. You knew Hotch would be understanding, I mean you never know when you’re gonna be called in and it sounded urgent so yeah, sometimes you and your coworkers walk in with inappropriate work wear. You will never forget the time he called everyone in at god knows what time, Spencer had walked into the room with his pjs sporting a fluffy dress robe, you seriously thought someone was going to have to perform cpr on you that night.
Walking into the building in heels was definitely a pain in your ass, but you managed as you pushed the briefing room door open. A low wolf whistle from Derek Morgan was the last thing you needed right now “damn sweetheart, who knew you could clean up so nicely“ As you make your way into the room, you playfully roll your eyes at him.“haha very funny” you cringed as everyone’s attention was now drawn to you. while taking a seat next to JJ, wishing to be wearing literally anything else “Sorry Hotch, i came straight from..” you hesitate for a second, glancing around before continuing “A date, but this sounded important so I didn’t have time to change”The stoned faced man simply nods at you “It’s fine. You're here, right now we have a lot to cover” He starts debriefing the team, leaving no detail out of the case, no matter how brutal, you tried your hardest to give him your unwavering attention, but you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And out of the corner of your eye see him. Spencer.
His stare was hot and intense, and fuck was it making you become a flustered mess. You glanced at him from your peripheral trying your best to be subtle about it, it was getting harder and harder to focus on Hotch and the case, not Reid. But when his puppy dog eyes drifted up, down and all over your body, your body involuntarily reacted, slightly squirming in your seat. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes turn and lock onto his gorgeous brown ones, a smirk graces your lips as he finally notices your eyes now on him. Looking like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he turns pink from the embarrassment and shame of being caught, and god did that make your head spin. Now it was his turn to awkwardly squirm in his seat while staring at Hotch with all his attention. You giggle under your breath at his fumbling awkwardness. Before you know it everyone around you starts to pack up their things and stand up, leaving you confused. Of course you spent the whole debriefing paying so little attention to the case and more on Spencer.
Sighing, you pull the hem of your dress down as you stand trying to save yourself from even more embarrassment. “soooo how did it go? Was he as yummy as you’d hoped?” Garcia wraps her arms around yours as you try not to stumble down the stairs towards your desk “you, my love are officially banned from meddling in my love life” you could already hear the trail of complaints bouncing around in her head as you plopped down onto your desk chair, reaching for the new case folder hoping to catch yourself up before take off in the morning “aww come on I for sure thought you’d be jumping his bones, all those rippling muscles, who In Their right mind could resist” the thought of the man you had seen a few hours prior put a foul taste in your mouth, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust “he was a complete dick, he legit referred to himself as an “alpha male” AN ALPHA ,Only thing I wanted to jump , was off a building at that point” a defeated look from her was all the conformation you needed, no longer were you going on blind dates, and your love life was back to being non existent and sad “sorry Pen I tried, I really really tried, you just have horrific taste in men like my god do we need to get you some help. These guys are basically human garbage” whilst looking up your eyes naturally drift and settle on Spencers desk frowning as you watch him, his heads buried in the case file whilst obsessively jotting down notes like some multitasking god, your heart couldn’t help but pine after his more, the looks you shared moments before didn’t help your case either. Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you drag your eyes away trying to spare yourself from going into one of your Spencer Reid spirals. You look up at Penelope already disliking the pitiful look she was giving you “are you sure your ready to give up?, I mean I know this cute guy who would be super into you, he's just your type “the new voice startled you, turning in your seat you’re met with Emily smirking down at you whilst leaning against your desk inserting herself into the conversation with JJ beside her “wow ok fun, are we all just gonna just dive head first into my personal life?, don’t we have a case to work on?” trying to deter the subject of the conversation off of you was a bust, as the women you call friends gleam down at you with a shared look “yeah no this is too entertaining to sit out on.” you couldn’t believe you were having this conversation right now, letting out a groan you leaned back in your chair covering your face in hopes of hiding the redness in your cheeks “sweetheart, what you need is a good ol one night stand, get a certain pretty boy out of your system” if you weren’t already melting into a puddle of embarrassment, you definitely were now “Morgan shut up please for the love of everything holy”
you could only pray Spencer wasn’t paying attention to the little group that was forming at your desk, maybe he was being good and reading the case file like the rest of them should be doing but of course luck wasn’t in your favor tonight “what are we talking about?” Before you could shut the whole conversation down Morgan happily answered Spencer “oh, we were just discussing Y/L/N’s love life. I think she needs a good root, what do you think?” that stupid smirk Morgan was happily wearing was enough to make your blood boil, now you truly wished to disappear “ok ok that’s enough” you shoot up from your seat avoiding any eye contact with Spencer not wanting to see his reaction to your humiliating red face “conversation over, my love life is going back to being non existent, thank you for your concern but it’s over, officially dead so no more talking about it.” you snatch the file off your desk ready to get the hell out of whatever situation you found yourself in “i'm going home to at least get some sleep before we leave tomorrow or I’ll be a zombie all day” with that you hastily made your way out of the building and into the cool night air once again.
wrapping your arms around yourself in hopes to provide some warmth, you slowly make your way to the car park. Before you could make it to your car you could hear foot steps getting closer and closer until they were right behind you, stopping along with yours once you had reached front of your car. Quickly spinning around you slam them onto the car's hood, arm in your hand, face down and pinned.
“Ow ow ow ow Ow!” Shit. It was Spencer. The man you’ve been daydreaming about and here you were pinning him to the hood of your car. “oh shit sorry, my god, don’t walk up on me like that holy shit Spence you scared me” you pull away off him whilst letting go of his arm and backing away a little. Spencer lets out a hiss of pain as he pushes himself off the hood, rubbing his arm to try and relieve the pain “sorry I was just trying to make sure you got to your car safely. It’s late a-and” he looks at your dress whilst clearing his throat looking away awkwardly “are you ok? you seemed upset in there” he looks back at you whilst giving you a smile that made you wanna pass away on the spot “yeah I’m ok, just having your dating life put on full blast in front of the team like that can be a tad embarrassing” silence was the only response you were met with, you glance up at Spencer trying to think of something, anything to say in this moment “you look really nice by the way, it’s unfortunate your date turned out that way.” His eyes meet yours, your breath gets caught in your throat as heat creeps up your neck to your face “t-thanks” tugging on the hem of your dress you smile sheepishly “not the most comfortable outfit, honestly wish Pen let me wear my sweater but you know”
“Penelope” you both say, you giggle as Spencer chuckles. “Oh by the way, I thought you may want these, may help a little tomorrow” he hands you the notes he took from the briefing, Your fingertips brush against his, the feeling of warmth from his hands sends a shiver down your spine. “Thanks Spence. I appreciate it” you stand there longer than needed before you start to turn away from him. “You know, that even though there aren't any hard statistics, it’s roughly estimated that every 1 in 3 or 4 blind dates actually end up as a success” he rambles on, looking back at him you try to pay attention but you can’t stop your eyes from sifting down towards his lips “so there is a chance” his voice fades away as his words become background noise and your thoughts become louder and louder, all you could think about was him, the feeling of wanting only grew stronger with each passing minute. It didn’t help that his lips were tempting you, calling you in. you couldn’t hold yourself back much longer, will power growing weaker and weaker “fuck it” your body moves before commen sense had its time to put a stop to whatever ridiculous thoughts you had muster up, suddenly your lips press onto his without thinking it through. It was short and one sided yet sweet, the faint taste of coffee and sugar overwhelmed your senses
The sudden realization hits you hard as you push yourself off Reid, the feelings of regret and fear settles itself in your stomach making you feel sick “Sorry I wasn’t thinking, shit sorry, forget that happened ok” you back away keeping your eyes glued to the ground in fear that you’ll look up and only see rejection written on his face. What in the hell possessed you to do that?, why the fuck did you do that, the only reason you kept your feelings shoved down was to protect your friendship with Spencer, nothing meant more to you then the bond you both shared and now you’ve ruined it and for what? A stupid kiss? “wait, uh No no it was just unexpected I didn’t hate it actually quite the opposite” your head snaps back up at a red faced flustered Spencer Reid “don't apologize“ his warm hands warp around your cold ones as he steps closer to you once again “did you um maybe want to try that again? Only if you want to though I don’t want you to regret anything” you giggle as he starts to nervously stumble over his words, this time more confident in your actions your lips find his for the second time tonight.
The taste of coffee meets your lips again as your body relaxes into the kiss, which is very reciprocated this time. The warmth radiating from Spencer chases the cold night air away. As your bodies shuffle closer together. you both hesitantly pull away from each, you wanted to stay here in this moment for as long as possible but of course your bed was calling your name along with the early flight departure. “I should go” you really didn’t want to “I know“ his hands stayed on your waist for a moment before slipping away “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow” the sweet look on his face drove you crazy, the urge to say fuck it and stay with him for the remainder of the night was overpowered by the sleepless night before, you settle for placing a goodnight kiss on his cheek instead “night Spence” winking you open your car door and make your way in, you turn the car on and roll the window down to call out to him as he backs away with a smug smirk on his face “sweet dreams pretty boy” with that you drive away replaying the events of tonight in your mind, god you couldn’t wait to get the case over with so you could finally have a date that wasn’t going to end in ruins, especially with the man you’ve been crushing on since your first day, yeah no you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight now.
