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Not Like Them - Spencer Reid Imagine

Spencer x Reader

Summary: Reid is a little insecure about his lack of experience which leads to his team making sure he know just how valued he is, as he is. Which gives him the courage to act on his feelings.

You planted yourself on the edge of Morgan’s desk right next to his head. He turned his head looking up at you reaching out he swatted at your jean covered leg. You didn’t move only glanced over your shoulder at the young genius who sat at his desk and then back at Derek.

He realised you weren’t moving so he sighed and sat back in his chair. ‘Alright what can I do for you sweetheart?’ You smiled slightly at your nickname. Derek had always been one to give people nicknames, but mostly Garcia. He had lots of pet names for her, he stuck with sweetheart for you. ‘Spencer, does he seem a little off to you, these last few days?’ You muttered keeping your voice down.

Derek glanced around you looking at Reid, you were both lucky that he was preoccupied with whatever preoccupied that amazing brain of his to notice. ‘Subtle big guy, subtle’ You groaned and Derek looked back up at you with a smile. ‘Maybe he’s just thinking over some crazy complicated theory? How are we supposed to know?’ He sat forwards.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Derek, no, it’s something different this time. I know it’ Derek sighed and nodded. ‘I picked up on it too, since a few of the new interns started he’s been, not distracted but-’ You nodded pointing at him. ‘That’s it, see you got it too’ Derek smirked. ‘And you’ve noticed it’s since the interns got here’ Again you rolled your eyes.

You swore that one day you were going to roll your eyes so hard at him they were going to go straight back into your skull. You had told Reid this and he had started rambling about how he didn’t think it was possible. ‘Keep on topic’ You groaned.

You let out a small gasp as Derek reached out and grabbed your thighs. He spun you slightly on the desk and shifted his chair so that he was sitting between your legs. ‘I am on topic, maybe he has a crush on an intern, maybe he is trying to figure out how to ask one out, you a little jealous sweetheart?’ He chuckled a little giving your leg a squeeze. You gave him a slight glare. Derek was a good friend of yours, he knew everything about you, right down to the oft spot you had for Dr Reid.

Someone cleared their throat behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see JJ standing by Reid’s desk. Derek looked around you and smiled at JJ. ‘New Case?’ He asked. She shook her head. ‘Not yet? You two okay?’ She glanced between the two of you. Derek nodded. ‘Just having a discussion’ Derek smirked and glanced up at you. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Morgan stands and walks around you going to lean on your desk. ‘I was thinking of asking out one of the interns’ You turned on the desk both of your eyes registering Spencer’s reaction to Morgan’s new piece of information. Spencer furrowed his brows a little. ‘There’s a pretty blonde one, Laura? She seems nice? Dont ye think Reid?’ JJ shook her head turning to leave but her eyes caught how focused you two were on Reid reaction and decided to stay.

If the two of you were up to something, especially with how distracted Spencer had been the last few days, maybe she should stick around. You two together were not known for being subtle about things. Separately you were okay, together, not so much, you fueled each other. It was why Hotch always seemed to put the two of you in interrogations together, you were the best team they had.

You were a good team on the field, when it came to things like this, she knew by the look in both your eyes this wasn’t one of those, let’s take it easy on the boy genius times. you were worried and Derek had started off a chain reaction that meant you were both going to get whatever you wanted out of him.

JJ laid her hand on Reid’s shoulder. ‘I have not talked to her, but she was flirting with another agent in the break room this morning’ Reid nodded. You smiled leaning your elbow on your knee and your chin on your fisted hand. ‘You wouldn’t mind that would you? Or maybe blondes aren’t your thing? Jessie, she’s got pretty brown hair and Nice eyes. Maybe you two should have a double date?’ JJ closed her eyes letting out a long quiet sigh.

Reid’s eyes widened a little. Suddenly he was on his feet shaking his head. ‘I don’t think a double date would be a good idea.’ He began gathering up some files almost dropping them. ‘I don’t think me going on a date would be a good idea, with anyone’ With that he turned and strode off.

JJ gave you both a glare. ‘Bingo’ You jumped off Morgan’s desk. ‘I got it’ You looked at Derek. ‘You want to take this or should I?’ You asked your fellow agent. He stared after the youngest member of your team. ‘It would sound better coming from you, you take it’ Derek stood from the desk and nodded to you. JJ positioned herself in your way as you nodded jumping from his desk. ‘What are you going to do now?’ She put her hands on her hips giving you a stern look.

You sighed and reached out putting a hand on her shoulder. ‘I’m going to look after my friend, Derek will explain’ You slid past her striding through the bullpen towards where Spencer had disappeared to. ‘Anything you want to tell me?’ JJ turned to the there man. ‘We profiled our very own Dr Reid, and she’s gone to sort things out’ Derek shrugged going back to his reports.

You found Spencer in the far break room filling up his coffee mug, the files lying on the table looking like they had just been tossed there. ‘Penny?’ You stopped by the door keeping your voice soft. Spencer tensed a little. ‘Spencer, talk to me’ He sighed and turned pushing his hair back.

He refused to look at you. ‘Were me and Morgan too harsh?’ You stepped into the room. Reid shook his head putting down the cup of coffee and crossing his arms. ‘JJ was the last person I asked on a date’ He whispered his voice small. You frowned and stepped closer to him. ‘You haven’t asked anyone out since JJ?’ He shook his head his eyes darting around the room. ‘I wouldn’t even know what to do with someone on a date’ His shoulders slumped.

You let out a small laugh. ‘Spencer, no one does, dates are nerve wracking, asking someone out is horrible, but that doesn’t mean that should stop you from doing it. Listen, Jessie is a nice girl, maybe the double date with Derek wouldn’t be so bad’ You stopped in front of him looking up at the man in front of you. ‘Let Derek take the lead, all you have to do is ask her about her and listen to her’ You reached out and patted his arm lightly knowing how he felt about these things.

You sighed when he slipped by you walking over to collect the files again. ‘Spencer-’ you stared but he spun around. ‘I don’t want to ask out an intern, they’re all more experienced than me. They’re all my age but they’re more experienced. I’m not lke them’ With that he almost fell back to sit on the desk.

Now that took you off guard, you didn’t think that would be the problem, sure you had figured his lack of experience with dating was some of it, it made him nervous but you never thought it was going to be what was holding him back what was putting doubt in his mind. With that you strode towards him, right now you didn’t care about any of his little quirky aversions.

When you reached him you threw your arms around his neck pressing yourself against him in a tight hug. You felt his body tense against yours. ‘Who cares if you’re not like them Spencer, you’re perfect the way you are. You wouldn’t be you if you were like them’ He began to relax a little as he let go of the desk and wrapped his arms loosely around you. ‘God, don’t you ever think that’s a bad thing Spencer’ You muttered into his neck. ‘Don’t you ever think you being you is bad’ You pulled away slightly so you could see his face.

You placed one hand on his cheek. ‘Lack of experience or not, you’re still one of the most interesting and sweetest people I have ever met, anyone would be lucky to date you. You may lack experience in that field but look at you, you’re a seasoned FBI agent who has taken down killers. You have an IQ of 187 and can read 20,000 words a minute, you have three PhD’s and three BAs. You finished high school at 12 and you have an eidetic memory. Of course you’re not like them, but none of us want you to be. We wouldn’t trade our Reid for ten of them, for anything’ You ran your finger over his cheek.

Reid was watching you with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted. Then he furrowed his eyebrows. ‘You really think that?’ You smiled up at him and nodded. ‘Yeah, we all do Penny, we all do’ You let the smile spread as he tightened his arms around you pulling you straight back into him. You ran your hand back through his hair as he buried his face in your shoulder.

He relaxed into you completely. ‘Thank you’ He whispered. You pulled him tighter to you and nuzzled into his shoulder. ‘I’m only telling the truth Reid’ You muttered. ‘So, that date?’ You asked. Spencer shook his head. ‘I’m not interested in an intern’ You nodded understanding as you tangled your hand in his hair.

Two days later you sat at your desk across from Reid. You were both doing reports after a quick case the team had just finished, both staying late. ‘Hey Y/n’ You looked up to see Reid already watching you. ‘Did you know about 353,000 babies are born everyday?’ You smiled sweetly at him. ‘No, I did not, that’s interesting where did this come from?’ He shrugged his eyes darting to the left and then back to you. ‘Something just reminded me of it’ He answered before going back to his work with a smile.

You chuckled. ‘And 151,600 people die every day?’ He contributed again. ‘How many of those are murders?’ You asked him leaning forwards on your desk putting your arms on the table. Spencer looked up at you his lips spreading into a smile. ‘In the United states, 16,238 a year, that means about 44 a day. 11, 068 of which are killed by firearm related incidents’ Spencer started to ramble. ‘Woah there Pretty boy, talking Y/n ear off again?’ Derek patted his shoulder as he walked by.

Spencer stopped and looked up at his his mouth still open. ‘She asked’ He defended. ‘And I was enjoying it, thank you very much’ You scolded Derek and picked up your pen again giving Reid a small smile showing him you actually meant it before going back to your resport. Out of the corner of your eye you seen Derek nod at you widening his eyes at Spencer. Spencer shook his head quickly. Derek nodded giving him a quick glare. You narrowed your eyes ready to jumped at them, wondering why they were acting so odd.

But Derek bet you to anything. ‘Time for me to go, have fun kiddos’ He turned walking out sending a warning look Reid’s way. You both waved at him calling goodbye after him. ‘You two okay?’ You asked Reid who’s eyes widened and he nodded frantically realising you had seen the altercation before. You went back to your work knowing whatever it was he wasn’t up to talking about it.

An hour later you picked up your jacket and bag. ‘Alright, I’m leaving, you want a lift?’ You asked Reid who looked up at you. He shook his head. ‘No, thank you, I’ll see you Monday’ You smiled at him nodding. ‘Goodnight Spencer’ You turned leaving the genius at his desk. You pushed open the door and walked to the elevator waiting for it to come up. ‘Or tomorrow’ You heard a small voice from behind you

You stopped turning around. ‘What?’ Reid stood in the glass doors leading from the bullpen. His shoulders were slumped a little but you could see the tension in them. His hands moving briskly. ‘Or tomorrow, I could see you tomorrow’ He looked up at you crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Sure, what do you have in mind?’ You asked with a smile. ‘Dinner? Dinner is good right?’ You raised an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, people need dinner’ You chuckled.

Reid shook his head. His hand coming up to push his hair off his face before he tucked it back in his elbow. ‘I mean for a date? Dinner is okay?’ Your eyes widened and you cleared your throat. ‘You’re asking me on a date?’ He nodded slightly looking down at the floor, then to his left, then the ceiling. You couldn’t help the large smile that split your face in two. ‘Then dinner is perfect, seven okay?’ His head snapped back to you.

He blinked a few times before shifting on his feet and uncrossing his arms. ‘Uhhh, seven is perfect, I’ll pick you up? Or what? I don’t-sho-’ You let out a laugh striding over to him. ‘I’ll see you at mine at seven for our date, goodnight Spencer’ You leaned up on your toes pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss. Smiling you pulled away, at least that would calm his nerves for tomorrow. He wouldn’t be worrying about kissing you them. ‘I’m looking forward to it’ You whispered hearing the elevator ding. ‘Goodnight’ You smiled and turned walking into the metal box.

You turned just in time to see thim before the doors closed. He was standing watching you with a massive grin on his face. ‘Don’t ever change Reid’ You giggled and he waved at you quickly before the door cut off your sight from one another. You sighed leaning back against the wall as the elevator went down.

You had a date with Dr Spencer Reid, how did you get so lucky?

Part 2

Important - Spencer Reid Imagine

Part 2 of this

Summary: Reid takes you on a date.

You sighed tossing the dress onto the bed. It joined the many others that you had tried on earlier that evening. You groaned, you probably should have got JJ or Garcia to go shopping with you today. You sighed reaching over and grabbing the plain black dress you had tried on about 20 minutes ago. It would have to do.

Why you were so nervous for this you didn’t know. You seen Reid everyday, you worked with him. He’s seen you in the worst condition, in life threatening positions, crabby because of lack of sleep, he’s seen you in every state, You shouldn’t be so nervous about this.

You twisted in front of the mirror. It was a pretty dress, plain but pretty. It was a knee long flowing dress with a high neckline and sleeves that came down to your elbows, it had light blue flowers around the hem of the neckline. It wasn’t fancy but it was nice. 

You didn’t have many dresses, it was mostly jeans and tops because that’s what you wore to work. You never had any real need to own anything else. Working in the BAU took up a lot of time, most of your time. You only really needed clothes for work.

Looking at the clock on your bedside table you realised it would have to do, it was almost 7 o’clock and Spencer wasn’t one to be late. He was always punctual. Reaching over you grabbed your bag and keys before turning and grabbing the cardigan you had taken out earlier. Thank god you left picking clothes until last, at least you didn’t have to do your make-up or hair.

Walking into the front room you left your bag by the door wanting to grab some water before Spencer arrived. Just as you turned you heard a soft knock on the door. You were sure that if you hadn’t been standing beside it you would have missed it. It was definitely Spencer’s knock though. He had a certain knock you had memorised.

Taking a deep breath you reached out. Then the knock came again this time louder. You would definitely have been able to hear it from inside your apartment. You waited a split second before opening the door.

When you did your mouth fell open slightly. Spencer looked amazing. He wore a dark suit with a purple shirt underneath, it was buttoned up to the top. He had a purple tie on aswell the was slightly askewed and you could only imagine it was because he had pulled at it. Right on that thought, as if confirming it he reached up and wrapped his fingers around it tugging at it slightly before shoving them back in his pocket. Your eyes roamed his chest and seen the handkerchief neatly folded in his pocket.

He looked amazing. ‘I-uh-hi’ Spencer smiled and then drew his lips into his mouth. ‘Hey, wow Spencer, you look- the suit really suits you’ At that he chuckled giving a shrug. ‘Thanks, I’ve never seen you in a dress before’ His eyes took you in and you felt a small blush coloured your cheeks. ‘I like it, you should wear them more often’ You laughed slightly stepping aside to allow him inside. ‘I would but not exactly the most practical attire for an agent’ Spencer opened and closed his mouth as he walked by you.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket to rub the side of his nose. ‘Right, I-i didn’t think of that’ You closed the door behind him. ‘It was sweet though, thank you Penny’ You smiled and stepped closer to him and pushed yourself up to press a kiss to his cheek. ‘I’m going to grab a water, you want anything?’ You asked and he shook his head his eyes slightly wide. You smiled at him before rushing off to the kitchen.

You giggled as Spencer laughed slightly beside you. Since leaving the house he had gotten a little less nervous and calmed. You glanced down at the sidewalk. It was only then that you noticed that he was wearing proper brown shoes and not his usual converse. Wow, he really tried. ‘I’ve never been in your apartment before’ He mused glancing down at you. ‘What you’d expect?’ You asked as you reached out brushing your fingers over his arm.

The small gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him and his eyes fell to his arm before coming back to you. ‘What do you mean?’ You laughed. ‘Reid, we’ve worked together for a while now, don’t tell me you haven’t profiled me. With that comes what my apartment would be like’ You smiled up at him. He shook his head. ‘No, of course not-I mean-I haven’t profiled you, no’ You smirked. ‘I’ve done it to you’ You shrugged. ‘You’ve pictured my apartment?’ His eyebrows shot up.

You nodded. ‘Clean, organised, lots of books’ You glanced up at him. ‘And I mean lots, simple, nothing extravagant. Maybe some kind of intellectual game somewhere-’ You smiled. ‘Chess, I have a chess board’ He nodded. ‘So I’m right?’ He nodded with a smile. ‘I got Derek’s right as well’ You beamed proudly. ‘You’ve been to Derek’s?’ Spencer tilted his head at you his eyebrows furrowed. ‘Yeah, I mean, like once I dropped him home after a case he invited me in’ You shrugged.

Spencer nodded. ‘You two make a good team’ He said quietly. ‘Yeah, I guess we do, but he can sure get annoying’ You laughed. ‘I was always under the impression that the two of you would become romantically involved’ He shrugged. You glanced up at him with a timid smile. 

You reached out and wrapped your arm around his gripping his bicep as you leaned into him. ‘Yeah but I ended up on a date with our Reid instead. Between you and me, I definitely prefer this outcome’ That brought a wide smile to his face. ‘Yes, your house is what I pictured, although I would have imagines more family photo’s, you always make sure to talk to your family at the end of each day’ You smiled. ‘Yeah, I don’t like having them out around the house. They’re tucked away somewhere safe’ You explained.

He nodded. ‘Why? May I ask?’ You looked up at him to find him watching you with curiosity. ‘I once knew an agent, an unsub targeted him for some reason. One day he came home his entire flat in ruins and only one thing was missing. A photo of his family. They were tortured and almost murdered after that. It’s a safety precaution’ You shrugged when you seen him nodding understandingly. ‘I mean, we piss a lot of people off’ Spencer reached over and patted your hand. ‘I understand. We’re here’ He pulled you to a stop

Looking up you found you were indeed outside a restaurant. It was a small one you had been meaning to go to but never got around to it. ‘I wanted to go here’ You smiled as Reid opened the door letting you in. ‘I remembered, you said it a few months ago about it just opening and you wanted to go, I thought I could bring you’ He pushed a strand of hair behind his ear with a soft smile. ‘Thank you’ You smiled.

He nodded turning to the host. ‘Uhm, Reid, I have a table booked’ The man behind the counter nodded and picked up two menus. ‘Right this way’ You reached out grabbing a hold of Spencer’s arm looking up at him with a large smile as he chuckled leading you into the restaurant.

You nodded swallowing another bite of your food. ‘Oh god Reid, you are the best’ You said with a moan. ‘This is literally the best food I’ve ever tasted’ Spencer looked up at you smiling slightly. ‘I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself’ He had relaxed a great deal since you had come in and sat down, it was probably the look of awe and excitement that made him realise he had done well. He wasn’t as bad at this as he thought. ‘Enjoying it?’ You scoffed. ‘It’s not even over and I can tell you this is the best date I’ve ever been on’ You chuckled.

It was quiet for a moment as you looked down at your plate  taking another forkful. ‘Really?’ His voice was slightly higher than usual. You glanced up and nodded eagerly. ‘You got us a table at a restaurant I’ve been dying to try since it opened, first, major brownie points, second, it really shows you listen and care. You paid enough attention to remember this and then find it and get us a table’ You reached across the table and laid you hand on his.

His eyes widened slightly and you almost cursed realising what you had done. ‘So-’ You were about to pull your hand away when he turned his over and grasped yours in his keeping a firm grip on it. ‘I’m glad you like it’ He smiled and you could almost feel your heart swell out of your chest.

After a moment of just sitting looking t each other you giggled. ‘You should wear glasses more often Penny, they’re good on you’ Spencer blushed lightly looking down at his plate pushing his food around. ‘Thank you’ You smiled giving his hand a squeeze before retracting it going back to your dinner.

You leaned your head on Spencer’s shoulder as he walked you home. The two of you had spent almost two hours in the restaurant and then he had brought you to the movies. ‘I think I have found my new favourite restaurant of all time’ You sighed and felt him squeeze your hand. ‘You believe it was that good?’ Spencer smiled down at you even though you didn’t see. ‘It was amazing, delicious. But the best thing was you brought me’ You smiled tilting your head back looking at him.

He chuckled. ‘I never realised you were so romantic’ You shrugged. ‘I’ve had a great night Penny’ You sighed as you seen your apartment building come into view. ‘I have too’ You smiled. ‘You want to come inside? You can analyse my house further’ You teased remembering he had admitted he had tried to take every detail in earlier. Spencer blushed and you giggled. He reached up and rubbed the side of his nose again.

You shouldered him lightly. ‘I was joking but the offer still stands’ Spencer smiled opening his mouth but then both your phones went off. At exactly the same time, which could only mean one thing. Work. You groaned and pulled away from him pulling out your phone. ‘Hotch’ You sighed reading the message it sounded urgent. ‘Wait here, I’m going to go grab my badge and gun then I’ll drive you to yours so you can grab you things’ You told him

You turned striding to the door. Pausing you shook your head turning around and walking back over to him. You grabbed his tie pulling him down to you. You lips met his and you felt him tense. But then he relaxed his arms wrapping around you. Your other hand reached up tangling in his growing hair pulling him closer to you.

You let your tongue slide out and ran it over his lower lip. For a fraction of a second he tensed but then his tongue came out to meet yours. You felt his hand on the side of your face as he held you to him makinging the kiss more intense and passionate.

Finally you pulled away breathing heavily. ‘I had to, just in case we didn’t get to’ You whispered. ‘I don’t mind, I enjoyed it.’ You nodded. ‘Then we should do it again sometime, not just the kiss, the whole evening’ You smiled and pulled away from him pressing a quick kiss to his jaw before running up the steps towards you flat.

The both of you strode into the office, neither of you had decided to change seeing as you both had extra clothes here and it would save time. ‘Where are they?’ You heard Hotch call. ‘Right here boss’ You strode in the door Reid following behind you. ‘You two aren’t dressed for a night at home’ Garcia glanced at you both. Unusual to see her out of her office. ‘It’s Saturday, we had plans’ You shrugged laying down your bag. ‘Must have been important for you both to get so dressed up’ JJ contributed. ‘Some kind of get together? You two go out with friends?’ Morgan laughed at her conclusion

He nudged her. ‘Nawh JJ, it was just the two of them I’m guessing’ You turned and glared at Morgan. ‘Spencer took me to a nice restaurant I’ve been wanting to go to for months and it was lovely’ You grabbed your clothes shoving them into a bag, you’d change on the plane. ‘A date? As in a date? You finally asked her out?’ Garcia’s voice rose a few octaves. 

Reid nodded shyly. ‘Best date ever’ You looked up giving him a smile. He looked back at you giving you a smile in return. ‘Atta boy pretty boy, come on’ Morgan patted him on the shoulder turning him away from you and towards the conference room. ‘I want every detail’ Garcia squealed and squeezed you elbow before trotting off down the hall.

You smiled and followed the boys with JJ towards your conference room. ‘Hey Morgan’ You heard as you walked in. ‘What’s a good idea for a second date?’ You beamed as you sat down across from him and he looked over and smiled at you a small twinkle in his eye.

A second date, if it was half as good as the first it’d be perfect.

Nine Months - Spencer Reid Imagine

Part 1

Spencer x reader

Summary: Reid helps his girlfriend through the pregnancy

Two Months

You sat on the bath staring at the three tests on the sink. This wasn’t good. Sure, you and Spencer had spoke about children, maybe once or twice but never seriously.

The first time was on your third date, you were talking about your hopes for the future and kids had just come up. Spencer had wanted to wait a good while, until he was older, you had been the same. You wondered if a year and a half was older enough for him.

The second time had been when your sister had given birth. She was almost two years younger than you but had married her high school sweetheart whereas you went to the big city. You and Spencer had curled up on the couch. He was reading a book and you were watching some brain numbing TV show.

That had only been a few months ago. You had brought it up, asking if he ever thought of having kids with you. It had been something that had slipped out and you hadn’t thought about it. You had rushed to cover up your mistake but Spencer had responded with a yes almost immediately. But not now.

Your heart leapt as there was a call on your phone. Diving across the bathroom to your bag you dug around in it. Finally pulling out the loud device you flipped it open answering it. ‘Y/n’ You breathed. ‘We got a case’ JJ’s voice came over the phone. You gulped your hand landing on your lower abdomen. ‘O-okay’ You nodded. ‘You okay?’ She asked. ‘I’ll see you in 10 minutes’ You hung up before she could answer.

You stared at the file in front of you unable to concentrate. You couldn’t focus on anything. You could only listen to half the sentences people were saying. You jumped as someone put their hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Spencer looking down at you a frown on his face his eyebrows furrowed in concern. ‘Are you okay?’ You stood nodding. ‘Of course, yeah’ He grabbed your hand keeping you in place. ‘I know you I ca-’ You nodded. ‘I’m just feeling a little ill, nothing that wont pass’ You pulled away from him running out the door.

You caught your boss walking into his office. Hurrying after him you pushed into the room behind him and closed the door. ‘I need to sit this one out Hotch’ He spun around almost surprised by your presence. ‘I’ll stay here, cover bases from here’ You told him as he glanced you over. ‘Are you sick? You look perfectly well’ He said gathering his things. ‘No, not-well-kind of’ You shrugged. He looked up at you halting his movements. ‘Y/n, if you’re sitting it out I ne-’ You couldn’t tell him, you had to tell Reid first. ‘Aaron’ You cut him off. His use of first name got his attention. ‘As one friend to another, I need to sit this out’ Hotch thought for a second before nodding picking up his bag. ‘I expect a full explanation when I get back’ He patted your shoulder as he walked by you.

You sighed in relief going to sit in the chair across from Hotch’s desk. You closed your eyes, this was going to be hard to explain to the team. Maybe you could just make up an illness, say you got the flu. But lying successfully to a room full of worried profilers was definitely one of the hardest things to do. You opened your eyes and smiled slightly when you found your hand had subconsciously strayed to your stomach.

The team looked around the plane as Hotch got on. ‘Wheres Y/n?’ Spencer asked standing. ‘She’s staying at base, thinks she could be more use there’ He walked by Reis towards the back of the plane. Spencer sat leaning into Derek. ‘Something’s wrong with Y/n, she was distracted today in the briefing’ JJ leaned in aswell. ‘She was like that on the phone earlier too’ She contributed. ‘Listen, guys’ Morgan waved his hand slightly getting both of their attention. ‘I’m sure she has a good reason, she wouldn’t sit out a case for just nothing. She loves being in the field’ Spencer thought it over nodding slightly but still promising himself to call when they landed.

For a whole week you had been off with them, you had successfully told them you had come down with something, getting Penelope to back you up telling them you had gone to the doctors one morning and all. Then it came to a shoot out. And you froze. Morgan had given you stick about it, Spencer had just been openly worried. Right now you were sitting in the break room your head in your hands.

You heard someone pull up a seat beside you. ‘Y/n?’ Spencer’s tentative voice rang through the silence. ‘Do you need something to drink? A coffee?’ He was worried, you could hear it in his voice. You shook your head. ‘Are you still sick? Is it something worse than the flu?’ Looking up you seen the tears almost forming in his eyes.

You reached out taking his hands pulling them to your face pressing a kiss to his knuckles. ‘No, I’m not sick Spence’ You breathed. ‘Then what is it?’ He just about shouted. ‘Why are you so-’ You dropped his hands pulling away. ‘I’m pregnant Spencer, I’m pregnant’ You said softly. But he heard.

Spencer was watching you silently. His mouth open and eyes wide. S-spencer?’ You whispered after several moments silence. Then something in his demeanor changed. His eyes lightened, no longer looking at you in shock but more like awe, the corners of his lips pulling outwards slightly. ‘Spencer?’ You reached out touching his arm. 

He blinked twice his tongue darting out to wet his lips. ‘You-you’re pregnant? As in we-’ You nodded. ‘Yeah, we’re gonna have a kid’ Then his face split in two one of the largest smiles you had ever seen on his face. ‘We’re going to be parent’s, my-I’m-I’m going to be a father?’ You nodded slightly.

With that he shoved himself from the chair his hands wrapping around your arms. He pulled you from your seat and straight up into him. . His arms wrapped around you as he smashed his lips to yours in a rushed happy kiss. You felt a weight lift from your shoulders. He was happy.

Spencer was happy about this’

Then suddenly he pulled away. ‘I-no-you shouldn’t have stood so fast, sit back down’ He pushed you back down into the chair again and dropped to his knees in front of you. ‘Do you need anything? Water? You should stay hydrated. Have you eaten today? When was the last time you did eat?’ He went to stand but you gripped him holding him down with a laugh.

He looked up at you. Reaching up you ran your fingers through his hair holding the back of his head your finger tangling in his brown locks. Your other hand laid on his cheek. ‘Spence, I’m fine, it’s okay. I’m only two months along’ Spencer’s hands dropped from your arms to your waist.

He smiled at you before his eyes trailed down to your abdomen. ‘My Baby’ He cooed as he leaned forwards. His forehead leaned just below your chest as he pressed his face into you. You giggled a little holding him to you. ‘You’re gonna be a daddy Spencer’ You beamed down at the top of his head. ‘I’m going to be a dad’ He breathed his hot breath fanning across your shirt and then he wrapped his arms around you hugging you to him his cheek pressed against your stomach

Three Months

Four weeks, it had been four weeks and five new cases and the team was starting to get anxious. You were a field agent, it was where you loved to be. But for the last few weeks you had been perfectly content to stay with JJ or Garcia. And when you did come it was only on simple raids, nothing serious. And Spencer was fully on board with your decision, if even a little iffy when you had to go out with them. It was this worry that had both you and Spencer sitting in the back of the plane while the others sat up front.

 Spencer had his arm around you and his other hand subtly under your shirt tracing patterns along your skin. The affection both you and Spencer had been so open about also worried them, usually in work you were professional, maybe the off affectionate gesture when you guys didn't think the others would notice, but not anymore. 

You glanced up at the others. 'I think we should tell them' You whispered to him. Spencer took his head off yours. 'They have been asking' He sighed his hand stopping its movements just resting under your shirt. 'I mean now Spence, they've all been watching me weirdly' Spencer shrugged. 'You are different' He avoided the suggestion, although when Spencer did that you could never really tell if he was avoiding it or if his brain had just taken him off somewhere else. 'Spence, should we tell them?' You asked again trying to pull him back. 'Huh? Yeah, if you want, we can tell them now, right now, yeah' He nodded and you knew he hadn't been avoiding it. 

Standing you pulled away from him and held out your hand. 'Alright' A smile stretched across his face and he stood grabbing you hand. He leaned down pressing a kiss to your forehead before you both turned. The others looked up as you both stopped ahead of them. Emily seen where their eyes were and turned looking at you both. Spencer reached down putting his hand on your hip steadying you even though you didn't need it. You fiddled with your hands. 'Eh, guys, how about you call Garcia?' You smiled at them. Derek frowned but did as you asked. 'Hey sugar' She was turned to face you and Spencer before she could get anything else out. 

You waved. 'I know you've been worried so we're just gonna te-' You began to tell them but you could only giggle when you were cut off. 'We're pregnant' Spencer almost shouted. 'Well, she is, it’s impossible for me to be' His eyes widened along with the others. His hand clamped over his mouth. 'You're serious?' Garcia's voice rang through. You nodded. 'Just over three months' You smiled at them. 'I'm going to be a dad' Spencer began talking again a grin splitting his face. 

 Then there was a loud squeeze as Garcia disappeared from the screen and you only got a few glimpses of her skirt as she did a happy dance. 'Damn kid' Morgan stood and rushed over to you both pulling you into a hug. 'Congrats guys' Spencer shoved him back. 'You shouldn't squeeze her' His hand slid around to your stomach cradling it gently. 

 The team began to laugh. 'Well, I won't hug you, Reid has a gun but I'm happy for you guys' Hotch teased with a smile and you thanked him. 'I'm so happy for you' JJ stood hugging you anyway despite Spencer's watchful eyes. 'You guys ever need anything' You nodded thanking her. Emily grabbed you hand squeezing it. 'Good luck' She said with a laugh. Gideon was last to congratulate you. He stood patting you both on the shoulders. 'Its gonna be one lucky kid' You blushed at the compliment. 'Sit, tell us everything' He gestured to a seat. 

Three and a Half Months

You skipped into the office Spencer following behind you. You had both come back from your lunch hour 'Guess what we've got' You shouted alerting the team you were back. 'Come on' You beckoned them over to the your desk when you sat. 'Spence show them' They were all confused but couldn't help smile at the excitement in your voice. Spencer reached into his bag pulling out a small envelope. ‘What’s in the envelope Pretty boy?’ Morgan leaned against your desk. ‘Spencer beamed at them. ‘Our baby’ He said opening it and pulling out the ultrasound photo. 

Suddenly the team was almost as excited as you as they crowded around Spencer trying to get a good look at the small baby. ‘We went for a scan today and got a photo this time’ You beamed squeezing by them to your boyfriend. He reached out wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you to him pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Garcia awed and clasped her hands together. ‘It’s the first time we’ve both been off and were able to get an appointment’ You smiled as Spencer turned the photo back to you looking at it adoringly.

Four Months

Spencer’s hand grazed your stomach and he couldn’t help but smile. You had started to show about a week ago but you hadn’t noticed. But he had. He noticed every little thing that you had done. The weird and the wonderful. He noticed you liked to eat more ice cream going through almost two or three tubs a week. He noticed you woke in the middle of the night, you would take a walk, have a glass of water and come back to bed, something you had never done before.

You hummed in your sleep and Spencer leaned forwards pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. ‘Spence’ You grumbled feeling him pressed up against you his hand on your stomach, again. It felt like his hand was almost permanently on it afraid he’d miss something. Every night when you would go to bed he was pull you into him wrapping his arms around you resting his large hand on your stomach.

You grunted turning over to look at him. ‘Sometimes I think you love our baby more than me’ You giggled and he pursed his lips looking away from you. ‘I love you equally’ He reasoned. You rolled your eyes. ‘I know babe’ You giggled leaning up to give him a long kiss. ‘I love you’ He whispered. He wrapped his arm around your back pulling you closer.You buried your head in his chest. ‘Spence, I think I’m beginning to show. I put on my top and it was tighter’ Spencer laughed. ‘You’ve been showing for the last two weeks’ Your head snapped back looking up into his brown eyes. ‘No I ha-’ He nodded. ‘I know you, every inch, I feel the curve’ He smiled. 

You blushed. ‘It’s that kind of talk Spencer Reid that got us in this situation’ You giggled and he kissed you again. ‘I’m happy with our situation’ Then he frowned. ‘Are you not? Do you think we sh-’ You put your finger over his lips. ‘One of the best situations I’ve ever found myself in Spence, apart from that time in Texas’ You winked and seen a blush forming on his cheeks.

Five months

You were definitely showing now. Since it had become very visible it kind of hit home with Spencer that there was another human being inside of you. He was more protective than ever. He had completely banned you from any field work about two weeks ago, not taking no for an answer. He made sure you always had a cool glass of water on your desk and was always supplying you with yogurts.

He was even against you flying and wanted you to stay in Quantico. But that was where you had put your foot down, which resulted in a fight. Which resulted in Spencer getting extremely worried that you were stressed and high blood pressure and wanting to call the doctor. He had gone into overdrive listing out all the ill effects that the stress of a fight could have on you and the baby almost convincing himself he was the cause of it.

You jumped as there was a plate laid in front of you. ‘I got you a chicken salad from the shop a few blocks into the city, you know that little place you love but never go’ You smiled up at him. That place was expensive doing the best salads around, you never went because it was out of the way and cost a fortune for one salad. ‘I didn’t get mayonnaise, they used yogurt instead. And-eh- I know you don’t like avocados but I promise they did not add a lot and you won’t taste it’ You beamed up at him.

Standing you wrapped your arms around him burying your face in his chest. ‘You’re the best person ever Spencer’ You almost cried. You felt him tense but wrap his arms around you. It would have taken him almost all of his break hour to get to that shop and back. ‘B-but you haven’t eaten’ You pulled away. His eyes widened when he seen the tears in your eyes. ‘Sorry, you need to look after yourself too’ You wiped your eyes.

Spencer guided you back down onto the seat his hand coming to the side of your now prominent bump. ‘I’m about to eat now, please, don’t cry’ His hand brushed your cheek. You leaned forwards pressing your lips to his quickly ‘God I love you so much, I’ve been craving something, I think it’s ice cream, but yogurt dulls it. God you’re the best’ You stroked his face all traces of tears gone and a wide smile on your face. ‘You’re perfect, now eat’ You scolded him

Spencer stood nodding his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He turned to Morgan who was snickering beside you at the scene. Hormones Morgan mouthed at him and Reid nodded hesitantly never seeing you as quick to change moods like that. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. ‘I love you’ He whispered before tentatively going around to his own desk.

Five and a half Months

You let out a squeal as you sat in the briefing room. Your hands flew to your bump as you looked down. The entire room stopped talking looking at you worried. Spencer was by your side in a second. He dropped to his knees by your chair. ‘Are you okay?’ He grabbed your arms. ‘Is the baby okay? Does it hurt? Are you in pain? I’ll call 911′ He rushed looking around the office. ‘We’ll get you a doctor, baby please what-’ You grabbed his arm pulling his hand against your bump.

Immediately he was silenced. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Just like when you had told him the first time you were pregnant. A giant smile spread across his face. ‘That’s amazing’ He breathed out as he glanced up at you. ‘The baby, it’s moving’ You breathed telling the others who were looking at you both intensely. ‘Lemme feel’ Morgan jumped from his seat speeding around the table. You grabbed his hand pressing it to the top of your stomach.

He beamed down at you when he felt it. ‘That’s my baby Derek’ Spencer breathed looking up at him with wet eyes. ‘Sure is Kid, you did one hell of a job. You got a kicker’ Derek nodded. Spencer beamed looking back at your blouse covered stomach in awe. You reached out running your fingers through Reid's hair. ‘Alright move sugar, mama wants to feel’ Penelope swatted at Derek as she hurried into the room.

Each of the team took turns over the next 20 minutes to feel when the baby decided to move again. It was the first time you could really feel it, sure you had felt it move before but it was strong really strong now. Spencer had pulled his chair right over to you not having moved his hand since they had started moving.

You seen him smiled out of the corner of your eye every time the baby moved.

Part 2

Nine Months - Spencer Reid Imagine

Part 2

Spencer x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Spencer helps his girlfriend through her pregnancy taking everything in as he goes.

Part 1

Warning: Implied Smut, then again she’s pregnant so.....that’s kind of already implied...

Six Months.

You sat in your apartment feet up on the coffee table in front of you watching TV. Hotch had given you the day off because they had solved the case yesterday but were coming home this morning. Your ears perked up when you heard the sound of keys. Spencer was back. You wondered if he had come straight from the airport or had he made a pitstop at his own flat first. ‘Spencer’ You called. You heard someone in your kitchen and went to stand pushing yourself up. ‘Stay’ Spencer shouted back at you and you sighed.

A moment later he was sitting beside you handing you a bowl of ice cream. ‘Oh you perfect man’ You took the bowl leaning over to kiss him. ‘How have you been?’ He pulled away from your and stroked your swollen stomach. ‘Tired, and my feet are swollen, I think’ He looked down at your feet contemplation something pulling his lips into his mouth. ‘I’m fine, how was the flight back’ Spencer groaned leaning back

You tilted your head. It didn’t look that bad out the flight should have been smooth. ‘I’m sorry, I read a foot massage helps but-’ He paused and closed his eyes rubbing the side of his nose. ‘A kiss helps just as much’ You soothed him. ‘I have been thinking. When we have the baby. It would be irrational to have two apartments and keep moving between the two as we do now’ He opened his eyes and looked over at you. ‘You sleep in mine most nights, it is closer to the BAU. We should sell your apartment and you will move in with me. It is the most logical solution’ Your eyes widened.

You had not been expecting this, sure, you were pregnant with his kid but Spencer always took this relationship slowly. You may have been in a relationship for almost two years but you two hadn’t officially moved in together. You slept in his every few nights and he slept in yours, sometimes you both went home separately but every since he had found out you were pregnant, if he was here you both slept in the same apartment. Usually his. ‘Is that your way of asking me to move in with you?’ You asked after swallowing some ice cream putting down the bowl.

He nodded. ‘We will need to do a lot of work, baby proof the entire apartment. I will have to put some things in storage but yes, I want you to move in with me’ You let out a high pitched squeal and launched yourself at him as best you could. ‘Yes, of course’ You wrapped your arms around his neck as he grunted. His hands landed on your hips pushing you back. ‘Careful Y/n’ He scolded but you seen the smile on his face. ‘Oh shut up and kiss me Reid’ You pulled him towards you.

Six and a half months

You groaned tossing again. You rose from the bed walking down the hallway of your now shared apartment, well almost shared, you still had some things to bring over. A few last boxes and suitcases. Stopping in the kitchen you grab a glass of water making your way back to the bedroom. ‘You seem irritated tonight? Are you not comfortable?’ Spencer sat up in bed rubbing his eyes. You smiled as the covers fell down off his bare chest. You almost groaned. ‘I’m fine’ You placed the glass on the bedside table not even drinking it. ‘I’m a profiler, I know when my girlfriend is not telling me something’ He leaned towards you. ‘Is it the baby?’ His hand ran over your stomach.

You shook your head. ‘I want you Spence’ You whispered’ He leaned back slightly opening his arms. ‘No, Spencer, not-not’ You let out a long sigh running your hand over your face. You jumped slightly as you felt Spencer take your wrist moving it away from your face. ‘Y/n?’ You leaned forwards climbing onto the bed. ‘I mean-’ With that you leaned forwards. You took his face in your hands pulling his lips up to meet yours.

You lips moulded together in a deep kiss. One of Spencer’s hands gripped your hair pulling you to him. His other gripped your arm.His tongue darted across yours and you opened your own only happy to feel him again. Then suddenly he pulled away. ‘Y/n’ He warned slightly. ‘Please Spence, god. I need you so badly. Four months, four long months’ You let one of your hands drift down over his chest your nails skimming over his skin. ‘We-’ He shuddered when your hand slipped into his pyjama bottoms.

Spencer groaned closing his eyes. ‘It’s okay, with the baby and all. I called the Doctor, Spencer’ You told him. ‘She said it’s fine, it won’t hurt the baby. Please Spencer I need you so badly right now, please’ You begged him your hand working on him. ‘Spence baby’ You changed tactics purring when you seeing that wasn’t the way to go. His eyes shot open. ‘If you’re hurting you tell me, if anything feels off, you tell me’ He ordered and you nodded quickly. ‘I promise’ Spencer then pulled your lips back to his

Six and a half Months

You watched as Morgan laid another box on the ground. ‘I can even bring up a suitcase, there is an elevator’ You sighed coming into the room. Your arm was wrapped around your middle cradling your eyer growing belly. You were getting quite large now and it was really beginning to affect you. Reid was over protective not letting you do anything but what was recommended in the hundreds of baby books he had read. You could hardly bend over, you definitely couldn’t lift anything too heavy. Even at work they had started to stop you from doing the even slightly heavy work.

Morgan laughed. ‘I would say you could drag a suitcase to an elevator and then to the apartment but I don’t think Daddy would agree princess’ Morgan chuckled kissing you and rubbing your stomach. You groaned nodding. ‘Is everything okay?’ Reid asked coming in with a box and dropping it to the floor with a huff. ‘You need a hand?’ You asked for the hundredth time. ‘You’ve asked me that 67 times, the answer is still no, I have Morgan’ He scolded you before smoothing your hair off your face kissing your temple. ‘But, would you make us some coffee?’ He smiled.

You knew what he was trying to do. you were a profiler long enough to know. He was trying to keep you preoccupied when him and Morgan did it. Try to make you feel less useless. You were grateful for it even though you knew what he was doing. He was always doing it, always making you do easy but more or less useless things. To make you feel helpful and keep you busy. ‘Two coffees coming right up’ You nodded pottering back to the kitchen.

Seven Months

Sitting in the office you pushed yourself up from the desk when you seen the team was back. ‘Baby’ You opened your arms holding them up. Spencer rushed over to you. He had been gone almost a whole week with this new case. He took his bag off dropping it at your feet before wrapping his arms around you. You put your hands on either side of his head pulling him in for a kiss. He smiled into the kiss his hands running up and down your sides. 

He pulled away looking down at you. ‘Eh’ He cleared his throat. ‘Ilike this reaction’ You rolled your eyes. ‘A week is a long time Spencer’ You scolded him and he nodded. He dropped to his knees his hand on either side of your swollen belly. ‘Hi Baby, you haven’t been giving your Mom too much trouble?’ He beamed as the baby began to kick at where his hands were. ‘Does that answer your question? I ran out of ice cream, twice’ You sighed and he looked up at you. 

You brushed the hair from his eyes. ‘We will grab some when we go home, eh, strawberry right?’ He raised his eyebrows trying to remember which flavour you were craving this week, it changed so regularly now. ‘What did I do to deserve you’ You beamed down at him. You seen him blush slightly before he averted his eyes from you back to your stomach.

The rest of the team watching your interaction from the doorway all with smiles on their faces. Who would have known? Spencer Reid was going to be a father to your baby. When you both had met each other no one would have pegged it, even when you had told the team you two were on a date they couldn’t have believed it. Derek had even thought you were playing a prank on them. But watching you both now, it should have been obvious. The constant light touches to Spencer’s hair as he stroked your side and talked to the baby, they wondered how they could have missed how this would happen. That kind of love didn’t just grow overnight.

Eight Months

Hotch and Gideon had insisted that you take the month coming up to your due date off. When Spencer had heard this he was fully supportive of it saying the stress of the job could cause you to go into an early labour. You were so bored. Spencer had even banned you from doing anything major with the nursery he had spent the last two months trying, and failing in his own mind, to perfect. Spencer had been a little upset when you had started to take apart his study to make room for the baby but had quickly gotten fully on board. After all, it had been his idea.

You readjusted the baby com you had bought. ‘Y/n?’ Spencer called walking into the flat. ‘In here’ You shouted back. ‘Hi’ He smiled and you giggled as the baby began to kick. ‘Is the baby doing it again?’ He laughed happiness dancing in his eyes. You nodded holding your stomach. Spencer walked over to you. He pressed his hands to your stomach feeling your baby move. ‘Every time they hear Daddy’s voice’ You mused.

It was true, almost every time Spencer talked the baby moved. You presumed it had something to do with the fact that any spare moment he had he would lie down and just speak to them. You had learned more these past few months then you had in your entire life, just from Spencer’s constant ramblings. ‘BAby likes my voice’ He smiled and kissed your forehead. ‘I hope you did not try put anything together while I was gone’ You rolled your eyes.

Walking over towards the window you took a seat on the rocking chair you had brought from your old apartment. ‘I didn’t touch a thing, promise’ He nodded as and you stood. ‘I made dinner though’ You held out your hand to him and he smiled taking it.

Eight Months

You giggled as Spencer groaned dropping another part getting frustrated. ‘For a genius you think you could put together some kiddies furniture’ He looked up at you stopping his work. ‘Okay, here’ You stood from the rocking chair walking over to him. Slowly you bent your knees. ‘Woah, woah’ Spencer instantly reached out from your holding your weight as you sunk to the ground. ‘I’ll help you, and no scolding’ You pointed your finger at him seeing his lips already parted and his eyebrows furrowed that cute little wrinkle deep between them.

Spencer held up his hands and you picked up the instructions. ‘Okay let’s get started’ You began to read the instructions as Spencer again tried to get the leg on. ‘Spence, you’ve got the wrong leg, thats for the back’ You peeked around the instructions. ‘And you call yourself a genius’ You scoffed with a smile. Spencer looked up at you. ‘Well, actually. I’ve never wanted to call myself a genius it is usually other people who label me with that title. You can not put a measurement on intelligence’ You dropped the piece of paper and grabbed his hand. ‘Sorry, sorry. I get it’ You patted his knuckles and he pursed his lips nodding slightly. ‘My genius’ You breathed pulling his hand up to your lips and he smiled.

Eight Months

You waddled into the office. ‘Y/n?’ Emily looked up from her desk first. ‘Hey guys’ You waved at them. Spencer jumped from his seat. ‘What are you doing here?’ He whispered as he wrapped an arm around you guiding you towards his seat. He made you sit. ‘I’m here to talk to Hotch’ You chuckled. ‘Or did you forget?’ He furrowed his eyebrows perching himself on the edge of the desk. You picked up a file looking through it. ‘Today?’ He asked incredulously. ‘I thought you were going to leave it until after the baby was born?’ You closed the file and looked up at him a bored look on your face. ‘Spence, I told you this last night, I decided I wanted to get it done and over with before the baby is born so I’ll have no distractions’ You crossed your arms over your chest.

His eyes widened slightly. ‘Is that when?’ You nodded. ‘You were talking to the baby about theory of-oh- I forget- Quantum?’ You searched your mind trying to think of the long complicated theory Spencer had lay on the bed beside your stomach rumbling. ‘Theory of Quantum Entanglement, and if you were not listening to me -’ He left it at that and you sighed. You threw your hands up in the air rolling your eyes. ‘Okay, well’ You shrugged. ‘Sorry, I did come late though so we could go get a take-away on the way home I’m craving pizza’ You beamed up at him

Spencer couldn’t seen to stay angry at you lately, he couldn’t even stay aggravated with you for more than a dozen seconds. He didn’t know what it was about the way you waddled trying to get around with that swollen belly, carrying his child. But it meant you had him completely under the thumb. Anything you wants, anything, Spencer would have it for you as soon as he could. Every odd night he would run you a bath with those smelly things and flowers just to see your face light up, and to see the relaxation take you away when you climbed in.

All he wanted was to make you happy.

You reached out to him and Spencer helped you up from the swivelly chair. ‘I’m going to go talk to Hotch, if I’m finished before you I’m heading down to Garcia’ Spencer nodded kissing your cheek before helping you up the steps.

Hotch sat in front of you staring at the papers. ‘You want to retire?’ He looked up at you. ‘Not retire, more like get out of the field, when I have the baby’ You laid a hand on your stomach. ‘Both me and Spencer can’t be always gone one of us needs to step back and I want it to be me. We’ve already talked about it, I’ve looked into a few new things, places that want my expertised but I won’t have to travel, I just wanted to let you know’ Hotch sighed before nodding. ‘I get it, I understand how hard it is on children having one of us doing this job, it would be horrible with two’ You reached out and took his hand. ‘You’re the best Aaron’ You smiled. ‘Here, let me help you down the steps’ He stood and you pushed yourself up standing.

Eight and a half Months

Spencer stood outside Hotch’s door not sure whether he should knock or not. Well he knew he should knock just not whether he should ask or not. How would Hotch take it? Shaking his head he knocked. ‘Come in’ His boss's voice carried through the door. He opened it peeking in. ‘Eh, Hotch, can I talk to you for a minute?’ Hotch looked up from his desk. ‘Sure, take a seat’ Spencer shuffled into the room closing the door behind him before walking over to the seat and sitting.

It took him about a minute to talk. ‘Um, Y/n is due in two weeks and I was wondering-’ His tongue darting out to wet his lips. ‘I don’t want to miss it, it’s our first child and, well, I want to be there’ Hotch stayed silent looking at him expectantly. ‘I want to take a week off, I don’t want to be somewhere else when she goes into labour and I don’t want to miss my child’s first few days. I need to stay’ Spencer was confident at the end of it. He knew he needed to stay. ‘One week’ Hotch nodded going back to his files.

Eight and a half Months

You ly on the couch a bowl of ice cream on your chest as you listened to Spencer speak. His head was on your thighs as he held the book in his hands. It was some really complicated physics book that you didn’t even understand half of the words he said. One of his hands graced over the bottom of your tummy as he stopped talking for a second. The baby kicked. You laughed. ‘I think they want you to stay going’ Spencer laughed and began reading again.

You jolted as someone poked you. ‘Y/n, come to bed baby’ Spencer. You grumbled opening your eyes. You must have fallen asleep. Reaching out he wrapped his arms around you helping you to your feet before bringing you to the bedroom.

You curled up as soon as you got into bed your eyes drifting closed. Spencer lay down beside you kissing your forehead. ‘Goodnight’ He whispered. You grunted not able to say anything else. He chuckled. His hand smoothed over your bump. ‘Two more weeks’ He whispered. ‘Two more weeks and I’ll get to meet you, we’ll get to see what our baby looks like’ If you weren’t so sleepy you would have smiled. ‘The team, they’ll love you, how could they not, for the last seven months you’ve been in everyone’s minds’ You sighed happily listening to him talk.

The baby moved responding to him. ‘You like my voice?’ He chuckled softly. ‘I can’t wait to hear your voice, you’ll have the cutest voice, I can tell already’ He paused. ‘Well, that can’ be proven and I’m sure others may not think so but I promise, you will to me’ God, Spencer was perfect. ‘Two more weeks and you’ll be out here, promise me you’ll be good to your Mom when I go, she’s given up something that means the world to her for you. She was the best agent we had, now she wants to be with you. You’re so lucky, you’ll get to spend all that time with her. I used to, we used to work together. It’s how I met her’ At this point Spencer’s voice seemed a world away.

Distant and floaty. ‘I’ll be so jealous of you. She’s one of the greatest people you’ll ever meet, but don’t lie to her, she knows’ He chuckled again. ‘I talked to your grandma yesterday, after you’re born she’s coming up to see you. She’ll love you, just as much as we do. She’s so excited about you, she’s always asking, everytime I talk to her she asks about yo-’ And with that you fell asleep.

Nine Months

You opened the cabinet looking for the mouthwash. ‘Spencer have yo-’ You only got halfway through that when you gasped. ‘Spencer’ You screamed your voice high pitched. There was a loud bang and loud hurried footsteps coming your way. ‘What’s wrong? Wh-’ He stopped in the doorway as you looked up from the floor to him. ‘My water just broke’ You whispered.

You grunted and squeezed Spencer’s hand when another contraction hit. ‘That’s almost two minutes apart’ Spencer informed you. ‘Just-please-we’re almost at the hospital’ He leans in kissing your cheek. ‘Ah’ You grunted again holding your stomach.

Spencer stands beside you pushing your hair back off your sweaty face. ‘You’re doing amazing, breath, breath, our baby will be here soon’ You grunted before letting out another scream. Then there was a cry filling the room.

Garcia’s name popped up on screen. Morgan answered. ‘Guys Garcia’s calling’ He called throughout the plane. ‘It’s not me’ Garcia giggled ‘It’s Spencer’ The whole team rushed gathering around the computer. ‘Go for gold daddy’ Garcia giggled. 

They could hear Spencer breathing on the other end. ‘Daddy’ He breathed and then laughed a little. ‘Kid? You okay?’ Morgan looked at JJ who shrugged. ‘I’m a daddy, it’s a girl. Y/n had a girl. I have a daughter. I have a baby girl’ They could hear the tears in Spencer’s voice. The team looked at each other smiles on their faces ‘They’re okay, both of them. Wait, Y/n’s waking’ There was some muttering in the background. 

Then a soft chuckle. ‘Hey guys, we had a girl, a baby girl’ You beamed still tired. Spencer looked up at you his eyes full of awe and adoration. ‘A baby girl’ He breathed. ‘Our baby girl’ He beamed leaning forwards. He knocked the phone from your hand as he grabbed your face. He pulled you into a deep urgent kiss one that tried to show how overwhelmed and happy he felt. Here she is’ You pulled away from Spencer your eyes on the nurse. 

She laid the baby in your arms. She was so small, and fragile. Spencer picked up the phone noticing that there was cheering on the other end everyone shouting congratulations. ‘I’ll see you when you land’ He said and hung up leaning in. ‘How do you think Morgan will take being asked to be Godfather’ You glanced up at him but he just stared at her and wrapped an arm around you his hands  soothing your hair ‘Our baby girl’ He smiled

Spencer leaned his head on yours his hand reaching out to smooth across her soft cheek. ‘She’s beautiful’ He breathed. ‘And so worth it, nine months that were definitely worth it’ Spencer nodded kissing your forehead before you both looked back at the small girl in your arms. 

This was not meant to be so long....my bad

Here To Help - Spencer Reid

Part 1

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hits home for a member of the BAU team and none of the others know why or how to help.

Reaching out you took the coffee that the woman had made up for you. ‘Thank you’ You smiled at her and she nodded. Spencer groaned from beside you. ‘Why do they always have yours finished first’ You giggled and reached out patting his shoulder. ‘They like me better’ He just rolled his eyes at you but smiled after when you began to laugh. 

This was a morning routine for you and Spencer, you would both meet up at this little coffee shop which was about a five minute walk from your house to get your morning coffee and you and him would take the train to work together. The team of course knew something was up between you two, whatever it was it was something more than the friendship you two portrayed. You certainly felt something for the genius, but it was forbidden between co-workers.

You watched Spencer as his order was called out and he made his way to the counter to pick it up. A smile played on your lips as you watched him interact awkwardly with the woman who reached out and touched his arm with a smile. Spencer was smart enough to know she was flirting, just not as well versed with people to know how to say no, even though you had told him almost twenty times.

He turned hastily to you readjusting his bag a small blush on his cheeks. ‘What did she say today goodlooking?’ You chuckled using the woman’s nickname for the genius. That made him blush even harder. ‘Said she’d like to see me by here more often, perhaps when she wasn’t working’ You let out a stark laugh at that and reached out. you threaded your hand through Spencer’s bent one and gripped his elbow. ‘Oh, my genius. Forever the chick magnet’ You giggled when he gave you an unimpressed look before opening the door for you both.

You sat next to Spencer on the train as you read over a book he had recommended. It was interesting, sure, just not something you normally read. But Spencer had been so excited when he had brought it to work one day and handed it to you telling you that it was one of the best books he had read in a while and he thought you would like it. So you were reading it. But unfortunately for you this morning you couldn’t concentrate on it.

Snapping the book closed you turned in your seat. Your hand immediately found Spencer’s knee. ‘Speak’ You ordered softly and he looked up at you his eyebrows furrowed. He sighed. ‘She’s been trying to get a date with me for a month’ He muttered. ‘Why? I’m just another customer who comes into the café, I thought it was her personality but she doesn’t act that way with any other men’ You almost rolled your eyes at him. ‘Well, Spence, maybe she just has good taste in men. A genius who works for the FBI, carries a gun, and is super kind, sweet, loyal. Incredibly tall and very handsome’ you shrugged. ‘What’s not to like boy wonder?’ You chuckled

Even though you were actually the same age as Spencer, Garcia’s name for him had rubbed off on you. Spencer sat watching you his lips slightly parted and his eyes focused solely on you. ‘What?’ You raised an eyebrow with a soft smile. ‘Is that really how you see me?’ He asked softly blinking. You just shrugged. ‘Well, among other things, yeah, that’s just a few’ You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as Spencer continued to look at you. 

Just as you were about to ask him why he was still looking at you like that the train began to slow down. ‘This is our stop’ You gathered your things and stood. ‘Come on genius’ You smiled down at him and he blinked coming out of whatever state he was in to smile, really widely, back up at you before handing you your coffee he ha been holding so you could read.

It was paperwork day, something you hated, you never did like writing up things, which was odd since you wanted to be a writer when you were younger. But you guessed that was different, reports were different from novels, and it was certainly different when it was fiction. Although all fiction had some truth doesn’t it?

You jumped slightly when the phone on your desk rang, reaching out you didn’t even look up from what you were reading. ‘SSA Y/l/n, FBI’ You said in a monotone you eyes still scanning the paper. ‘Agent?’ A rough voice came from the other end of the phone and your head shot up your eyes widening. ‘Officer Grenly?’ You questioned and heard a sigh. ‘Yes Ma’am, that’s me’ You dropped your pen your fingers reaching up to massage your temple.

Spencer looked up at you and raised his eyebrows, you just turned away from him slightly not wanting to speak right now. But you were met by the curious gazes of both Emily And Derek too. ‘It happened didn’t it?’ You breathed. There was a silence on the other end while your foot began to tap against the floor beneath you. ‘Family of five attacked in their home, found about an hour ago, yeah, it’s happening’ You felt your heart drop and you certainly knew your face did by the scraping chair on the other side of the desking unit.

You let out a long breath. ‘Same MO?’ You cleared your throat. ‘Exactly the same, I thought I should call you first, seeing as you took the time to come all the way out here a few years ago’ You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to see Spencer looking down at you. His long fingers squeezed your shoulder and he raised his eyebrow. You just shook your head. ‘Alright, if you could e-mail that case details to Aaron Hotchner. I can review it’ You heard him begin to type from the other end of the phone. ‘Got it, I’ll be seeing you soon Agent Y/l/n’ You nodded.

You noticed that all of the team was looking at you now, Derek leaning back in his chair his arms folded, Emily had put her pen down and giving you a ‘you better explain’ look. Spencer just looked worried, his fingers were firmly massaging your shoulder the way he knew would relax you, the way he had done many times before. ‘I’ll see you soon’ You placed the phone back down hanging up. ‘Something you wana tell us?’ Derek said the instant it was down. ‘Nop’ You bent down opening the bottom drawer of your desk, you shifted a few things. ‘Y/n’ Spencer’s soft voice came from right beside you as he crouched down beside you. 

He reached out laying his hand on your arm his thumb rubbing soft lines through the fabric of your thin shirt. Usually the gesture would make you shiver and the closeness of his face would usually make your throat tighten for a second, but not now. Your fingers found the false bottom in the desk and you pulled it up. Out of the corner of your eye you seen Spencer’s eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up. ‘A false bottom?’ He choked out as you pulled out the large file below it. ‘What’s so important it needs a false bottom?’ He questioned.

His thumb stopped moving and his fingers tightened on your arm. Derek leaned forwards in his chair and Emily stood. You managed to get free of his grasp. ‘You’ll see’ You muttered spinning your chair enough to stand up and move around him. ‘Y/n’ He stood quickly and planted his hand on your shoulder and spun you back to him. ‘You’re worrying me’ He came straight out with it.

It wasn’t unusual for Spencer to tell you right out his feelings or to tell you what was on his mind, in fact it was very common between you two, he had even told you about his meetings and his addiction. But he never did it straight out in front of the team, which is why Derek and Emily’s attention diverted to him a surprised look on both of their faces. ‘You’ll know I promise, just, I need to-’ You spun away from him again clutching the file to your chest.

But he wasn’t giving up so easily and started after you. ‘y/n wi-’ you spun a glare on your face. ‘Spencer’ You snapped and with that you had the team’s attention again. Spencer stopped in his traces, you had always been patient with him, with all of them, you had never snapped or even sounded slightly exasperated with any of them. His mouth opened a little his eyes blinking and wide. ‘Just give me a few minutes to get this together and then you’ll see, please, this is time sensitive With that you spun leaving them there.

Derek and Emily looked at each other eyebrows furrows and concern flashing in their eyes. You had always been so kind to Spencer, you were the only one who didn’t cut him off when he rambled, you didn’t get annoyed sometimes at how much he knew, or how he could beat you so easily. You were always sweet to him, no matter what. It was one of the reasons they believed that the two of you belonged with each other, you were totally taken with Spencer Reid.

Yet here you were, he had only asked you a small question, stating his worry an you snapped at him, no explanation nothing. Just snapped and walked away. You had always taken time for Spencer, you would always explain to him the things he never got when the others just chuckled and walked away, but here you were. Walking away. Derek patted Spencer’s shoulder as they watched you stride towards the offices. ‘She’ll come round man’ He reassured his friend seeing his hurt expression.

Spencer looked up at him. ‘She had a false bottom Derek, whatever is in that file is important, look at how she’s holding it’ They’re eyes fell on you as you stopped outside Hotch’s door. They watched as you glanced down at the file in your hands before taking a deep breath and letting it out.

Then you raised your hand and knocked on the door before pushing it open. ‘Hotch’ You were inside the office before he had even looked up from his desk let alone invited you in. ‘I have something for you to look at’ You strode to his desk before gently laying the file down over what he was doing so he couldn’t ignore it. He looked between you and the file. ‘What is this?’ He asked laying down his pen straightening in his chair. ‘A case we’re going to work’ You told him

He raised an eyebrow and leaned back. ‘You don’t decide on what cases we work Y/n, th-’ You reached forwards and opened the file planting a finger on it. ‘I do with this one Hotch, this team is working this case’ You interrupted using a voice that you never used with Hotch before, it was one that left no room for discussion. Although this was Aaron Hotchner and he was going to fight back.

But just before he did a soft bing came from his computer and you looked at it. ‘Open it’ You told him. He narrowed his eyes but did as you said. Normally Hotch would never stand for this, one of his team barging into his office ranting orders at him but this was different, you were different. He may expect this from the rest of the team but not you, you were always someone who followed the rules, unless they needed to be broken, and only unless you were certain they needed to be broken. This was out of character.

You were by far the least aggressive on the team, when it came to your teammates you were sweet and kind, never letting any kind of frustration out. Even with unsubs you weren’t aggressive, you did what needed to get the job done, you never had outbursts, not like the rest of the team, and if a case got under your skin you always hid it until after. Until you were on the plane and you would sit away from the rest of them playing some kind of game on your phone that caused a frown on your face. Until Spencer would go sit with you and convince you to sleep, which you would try fight but would eventually end up with your head on his lap or shoulder, the frown still etched onto your features. Then when the plane landed you would go to the range and shoot or go to the gym and punch something. But you never allowed it to interfere with what needed to be done.

So Hotch opened his e’mail seeing a file that needed to be opened. The second he opened it he was met by crime scene photo’s, from a office he didn’t know. ‘Those were taken no less than an hour ago, they’re connected to these murders’ You told him your finger tapping the file. ‘They’re the last victim of a serial killer who has been working for over twenty years, and he has two more to kill. Unless we catch him’ That caught Hotch You seen his back straighten and he turned picking up the file.

He scanned the pages turning them. ‘How did you find this?’ He asked not looking up. ‘It found me, I knew one of the families and I’ve been keeping tabs on it ever since’ You explained standing back crossing your arms. His eyes stopped for a second. ‘These dates, two years ago’ He looked up at you and your back straightened slightly. ‘You took these dates off for holiday time’ You nodded. He flicked over the age. ‘And there is a profile in here already even though the BAU didn’t work this case, and it’s by you’ He closed the file and put it down on his desk. ‘I assisted last time, although I was called before the last family was killed so I only got the profile not the unsub. And it was off the books’ He nodded staring at you, and you knew he was studying you.

For a second it was silent. ‘Your personal connection with this case will not get in the way?’ You shook your head. ‘No sir, I promise,if anything it will only make me more invested in catching this guy’ He nodded slowly. ‘I’ll gather the team, you can present them with the case in 10′ He pushed his chair back standing. You nodded and picked up the file pulling it to your chest again as he gave you a nod walking out of his office.

You took in a deep breath before letting out a long breath. This was going to be a hard case.

Part 2

Here to Help - Spencer Reid

Part 2

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hit home for one of the BAU team but none of the others know why or how to help

Part 1

You had just gotten the case files together was were slowly making your way towards the conference room making sure you didn’t drop them. ‘I thought we were on paperwork today and not cases?’ Morgan’s voice floated through the open door as JJ entered before you. ‘We are but a case needed our attention’ Hotch told the team as JJ sat. ‘Alright’ The team looked at JJ and she just shrugged. ‘I don’t know anything about it, it didn’t come through me’ She explained and they all looked slightly confused.

At that you stepped into the room. ‘That’s because it came through me’ You announced and their heads turned to you. You leaned forwards landing the armful of files you had onto the wood. ‘I flagged a case when I started at the BAU’ You began separating files and passing them across to each of your team. ‘This morning I got a call about it’ You reached over to the center and grabbed the remote for the board. ‘Twenty two years ago a man names Joshua Penican started invading family homes and killing them’ You clicked the mouse and a police drawn portrait of the man came up. ‘This sketch is about twenty years old and the only thing we have to go on’ You walked around the table. 

You let your hand brush off Spencer’s shoulder as you went hoping the small gesture would help show him you were sorry, until you could talk to him properly after. ‘All together he’s killed over 24 families, for the first few years it was only one at a time’ You clicked again and the older crime scene photos came up. ‘Then he began killing in sprees of two or threes. His killing are so periodic no one knows when or where he will strike next’ You looked away from the photos a shudder going down your spine. ‘It’s never yearly but never any more than 4 years between sprees’ You began clicking again. ‘He always targets families with five people in it, a mother, killed by overdose’ You clicked and a photo of a woman in a chair came up. ‘Father, single gunshot to the head’ Again another click. ‘Two daughters’ Two more clicks and their photos came up. ‘And a boy’ Again you clicked but didn’t look at the screen. 

Rossi was flicking through the paper. ‘there was a survivor, a young girl about twenty years ago’ He looked up. You nodded. ‘Yes, that’s where the police got their sketch’ He nodded. ‘There’s a profile in here’ Morgan glanced up at you. ‘Has the BAU worked this case before?’ You shook your head clicking the remote and the screen went blank. ‘No, that profile is mine, a few years ago I heard about the murders of three more families and went down there’ JJ nodded. ‘I remember that, one day you just took off on holiday’ You shrugged. ‘I went to work the case unofficially and gave the cops this profile’ You told her.

Turning back to the screen you clicked on the new images. ‘About twenty minutes ago I got a phone call from a Detective Grenly saying he had struck again, a family of five had been found dead an hour earlier, same MO’ You clicked and the crime scene photos again came up. You flinched when the photo of the oldest girl came on the screen and turned away. And being in a room full of profilers one of them noticed, Spencer. ‘Only this time, the son, Jason Harvey fifteen, survived as the unsub was interrupted while trying to strangle him’ You crossed your arms. ‘I told the police we’d help’ The team nodded. ‘Wheels up in twenty’ Hotch said as he stood. The team nodded agreeing and the room began to clear.

You waited for them to go. ‘Spencer?’ You called just before he left the room and he turned. ‘I’m sorry about this morning’ He just crossed his arms. ‘That was the case file you had hidden in your desk wasn’t it?’ You nodded pulling out a chair and sitting. ‘Yeah, listen I am really sorry about snapping’ Spencer sighed slightly and walked back into the room uncrossing his arms. He sat taking the seat beside you. ‘I’ve never seen you react like that, and I’ve known you almost seven years’ You sighed and glanced at the lone case folder on the table, yours. ‘This case, it’s always been one I’ve known when we had a lead, I just-I wanted to get it to Hotch. I’ve tried for so long to catch this guy and I don’t know what came over me’ You closed your eyes with a long sigh

You opened the again when you felt a hand on yours. Spencer threaded his long fingers through yours and gave your hand a squeeze. ‘How did you find this case?’ He asked and you looked up at him. He was watching you tentatively leaning towards you. ‘I knew one of the families he killed’ You muttered. He nodded. ‘The oldest girl right? I seen you flinch at the photo, I’ve never seen you do that before’ You nodded. ‘Yeah, I knew her the best’ You shook your head. ‘Listen, I am sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have snapped I re-’ You were cut off when Spencer let go of your hand.

He reached out and grabbed your shoulder pulling you up with him as he stood. Instantly he had you pressed against him and his arms wound around you. One of his hand held your head to his chest while the other pressed against the small of your back. You automatically just wrapped your arms around his torso clinging to him. You felt him lean down pressing his cheek to the top of your head. ‘We all have something that gets under our skin, it’s okay’ He hushed you and you couldn’t help but smile despite the circumstances.

The team was reading up on the files for the plane journey. ‘Each of these towns are small rural areas where the people all know each other, someone who out of the ordinary would have looked out of place’ Morgan observed as you walked back into the main part of the plane carrying two cups of coffee. ‘Which means he has to be part of the community’ Prentiss nodded. You slipped into your seat and laid one of the cups down in front of Spencer who was seated beside you.

He glanced up from his own folder at you a grateful smile on his face before picking it up taking a sip. ‘Actually’ You turned to the rest of the team. ‘While that’s true all of the towns are places you would pass through, maybe even spend a day or two, if you were on our way to some kind of tourist attraction’ You reached over to the computer and pulled up a map. ‘There’s a beautiful valley that has a natural hiking trail about a mile or two outside the town, which people stay for about two days to walk’ Your finger gestured to the and it’s a great place to stop over on your way to’ You scrolled over a little. ‘Here’ You tapped the screen.

You sat back taking a sip of your coffee. ‘Which means, while it is a close knit community where everyone knows everyone, if he passed himself off as a tourist-’ You shrugged. ‘-no one would question it’ Prentiss nodded. ‘So he could be posing as a tourist and picking his victims’ You shook your head. ‘Could b or hes travelling tourist routes until he finds a spot and settles for a while, his cooling off periods are long and when travelling the desired victims would be easy to come across’ You opened your files. ‘But, he knows their schedules, when their home, when they won’t be missed, and he has at least one more family targeted as well, which means twice the work’ You glanced up to see the team watching you.

But it wasn’t the normal way they would watch you when you were discussing a case. ‘You seem to know a lot about this case, and this town’ Rossi observed. ‘It’s only been an hour’ You closed over the file and leaned your arms on the table. ‘I know this unsub and I know what kind of towns he targets’ Your left hand began to rub the inside of your right forearm. ‘I-well-about four years ago I profiled the towns, like Spencer thought me and I called, or visited if it was the most likely, every police department in those town I could find that matched that description, it’s how they called me right way, I’d already told them to contact me if the case came up’ You bit your lip

It was silent on the plane. ‘I-I know it’s not something we’re supposed to do but I needed to’ JJ let out a long breath. ‘That must be thousands of towns’ She mused and you nodded. ‘Well, in one state alone, yeah. But, we’ve got this case early so it was worth it’ You reopened your files again glancing through them.

When you were focused on the file you failed to notice the look the team shared. The casual shrug Hotch gave them to tell them he didn’t know why this case, of all the cases you had worked was the one to touch a nerve. As far as they all knew everything had been normal with you, sure you had moved around a lot as a kid but that would hardly affect it, they had seen cases where that had been involved and you worked them like any other case.

Derek was the first to recover. ‘Well, there’s a survivor from an old case, the eldest daughter maybe one of us should talk to her, see if she can tell us anything’ Your head shot up just as Hotch was about to speak, undoubtedly to say it was a good idea. ‘No’ You rushed in and again their eyes fell on you, again surprised. ‘No, it’s been almost twenty years, the survivor has said all the needs to’ You concluded. ‘I think it’s a good idea’ Rossi weighed in. ‘No’ You shook your head. ‘No, it’s not’ Derek furrowed his eyes.

He leaned forwards looking at you. ‘Y/n, this girl might remember something that will help us’ He said softly. ‘She won’t Derek, we have all that we need, don’t go dragging this all back up for her, she’s moved on’ You told him firmly. ‘You interview her already?’ JJ asked and you shrugged. ‘Not exactly but I know’ Derek sighed and closed his file. ‘She cou-’ You slammed the folder in front of you shut causing most of the team to jump in surprise. ‘I said no Derek’ You growled. ‘Now leave it alone. You do not go near that girl you hear me?’ You looked around at all of them. ‘You leave her out of this, I said no and that’s final’ You stood quickly. ‘Excuse me’ You growled and stalked off to the other end of the plane to make yourself another cup of coffee, even though your own sat half full on the table.

When you were preoccupied you missed the worried look the team shared with each other, all apart from Spencer. He just kept his eyes on you, this case meant more to you than he originally thought. All the work you’d put into it, those calls, even travelling to these towns around the country, not wanting to contact a witness. You were good at your job, not one of the team could deny that, you always threw yourself in head first into a case and your main priority when working it was to solve it and catch the unsub. 

But you had never gotten emotionally invested, it was something you had told them you had learned when you began. You let your emotions get invested, not only could it potentially ruin the case but the case could scar you for life. You always kept a clear head and got the job done and done well. Until this case. And that worried the team. What made this case so different? What made it so important to you?

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Favorite -Spencer Reid Imagine

Spencer x Reader

Summary: All the team goes out for a night out and you and Spencer end up drunk at the end of the night.

Derek plated himself at the end of your desk as you were finishing your report. You glanced up at him. ‘What can I do for you?’ You asked cautiously. You didn’t like that look on Derek’s face, it was one that he wore when he was up to something, or when he wanted you to do the rest of his paperwork. ‘Me, Prentiss and Garcia are heading out tomorrow for drinks, you in? You have to, it’s Christmas’ You raised an eyebrow and nodded. ‘Sure’ He beamed. ‘Great, now go ask Reid’ He patted your shoulder and stood.

You blinked and furrowed your eyebrows. ‘What?’ He smiled and shrugged. ‘I asked him but he didn’t give me a real answer. But if you ask him’ Derek leaned over your desk and wiggled his eyebrows at you. ‘He’ll go for sure’ You rolled your eyes, tilting your head to the side giving him a bored face. ‘Come on, he’ll come if you ask Y/n’ Derek smiled widely at you.

He reached around you and spun your chair around so it faced the break room. He grunted and heaved the chair up tipping it forwards causing you to stumble out of the chair. You turned and shot him a glare. ‘Well then you can bring them to Hotch’ You waved your hand towards the file with a smug smile and turned when you heard him groan.

You leaned against the counter smiling up at Spencer. He jumped slightly and looked up at you. ‘Did I scare you Spencer?’ You smirked up at him and he sent you a soft glare before smiling himself. For ages you couldn’t seem to surprise the Doctor, he always seemed to know what you were going to say, what you were going to do. So you made it your mission to sneak up on him as often as you could, and he did the same to you. It became almost a game between the two of you.

He shook his head in defiance and you chuckled watching his smile grow when you did. ‘Morgan just told me they were planning on going out for a few drinks tomorrow, said he invited everyone. You coming?’ Spencer sighed slightly and looked up at you  taking a sip of his coffee. ‘Last time I went out with him and Garcia they tried to get me drunk’ You smirked. they had told you about that, they had failed.

You smiled as he leaned against the counter beside you his arm brushing off your shoulder. ‘I’ll be there this time’ He smiled. ‘You are not very good at holding your alcohol either’ You scoffed. ‘Yeah, because I choose to spend all my spare time watching 5 hour movies I barely understand with you’ He smiled taking another sip of his coffee. ‘Instead of building up my tolerance with those two’ He shrugged. ‘Okay, I’ll go if you do’ You beamed up at him and wrapped your arm around him in a quick hug. ‘I can’t wait, I’ll see you there then Spencer’ You giggled as you turned and bounced off as Spencer watched you his smile growing.

You pulled at the dress you were wearing. It wasn’t your normal one, it was black and short, and tight. something you never wore, especially around the team. You tossed your hair over your shoulder as you walked into the bar, something else you never did at work, wear your hair down. You spotted the rest of the team by the bar. Garcia beamed and waved at you and you raised your hand waving back.

Derek looked up following where he eyes were. His own eyes widened and he let out a low whistle causing you to blush and look down quickly. The rest of the team looked up with a smile. You waved at them as you got closer to the group.

Spencer turned and his eyes widened before they took in your entire outfit. ‘Damn girl’ Garcia giggled handing you a drink when you reached the group. ‘You look gooood’ You smiled and thanked her realising she was already a little intoxicated. ‘Yeah, your hair looks good that way, why do we never get to see it like that?’ Derek complained with a laugh. Spencer reached out and picked up a strand of your hair before dropping it again with a smile. ‘I do’ He looked back at Derek before taking a sip of his drink. Derek’s eyebrows shot up and he chuckled at Spencer’s behavior.

You giggled as the man in front of you reached out laying his hand on your lower arm. To say you were drunk was an understatement. By trying to save Spencer you had put yourself in the firing line, not like it had mattered, Spencer was still crazy drunk as he sat in the booth the team had occupied for the last few hours.

Rossi and Hotch were reminiscing about some old colleague they had. JJ and Emily were laughing about something Henry had done yesterday as she showed her photos. Derek and Garcia were chuckling at Spencer and the glares he was sending at the man who was standing so close to you. ‘I’m going over there’ Spencer announced and everyone at the table looked up at the flushed genius as he almost slammed his glass down on the table. Derek’s eyes widened and he reached out to grab him by the  arm pulling him back into the seat. ‘Woah there kid’ He chuckled shaking his head at the others.

They had all realised Spencer had been a lot more open about this attraction to you when he had started drinking. He had stuck to your side for most of the evening telling you how pretty you looked and that he liked your dress. They had watched as you had blushed and giggled at each of his compliments and watched him do the same as you complimented him. You had leaned into him and he had wrapped his arm around you twirling your hair between his fingers. You two had been stuck to each other all night.

Until about 10 minutes ago when you had went to get yourself a water and been approached by the tall man by the bar. Then Spencer had gone quiet his face flushing for a very different reason. The team had thought it was hilarious watching him glaring at the back of the strangers head as he sipped his drink angrily. Garcia had even said a few facts that were majorly wrong and Spencer had just agreed with her not taking his eyes off you.

Garcia smiled at Derek and laid her hand on Spencer’s arm. ‘Let her on, she needs a man in her life, she’s always alone’ It was the first time Spencer had pulled his eyes off you and it was to give Garcia a glare. ‘She’s not alone, she has me’ He snapped pulling himself away from them and stood. He straightened his jacket and began to make his way towards you stumbling a few times. Derek and Garcia glanced at the rest of the team. ‘Well, Spencer was the last person I expected to start a bar fight’ Prentiss laughed.

They watched on as Spencer stopped beside you. The conversation stopped and you both looked up at you. ‘You okay Spencer?’You asked as he glared at the man in front of you. He nodded not saying a word still. ‘Oh god’ Prentiss groaned. ‘Is he trying to be Derek or something?’ Derek furrowed his eyebrows and his head shot around to Prentiss. ‘I do not look like that’ He scoffed and Garcia patted his arm. ‘It’s okay, we love you anyway’ She smirked causing the others to laugh.

You reached out and put your hand on Spencer arm. ‘Spencer’ You snapped and he finally looked down at you and he smiled widely. He reached out wrapping his arm around you pulling you into him. The force he used caused you to stumble a little and you had to grab onto his jacket for support. ‘Careful there mate’ But all Spencer did was send him a quick glare in response. ‘Are you coming back over. It’s our night’ He told you pursing his lips. ‘Oh I didn’t realise you two were-eh-sorry’ Spencer nodded and turned bringing you with him before you could tell the handsome man otherwise.

You glared at Spencer as he brought you back over to the table. ‘What was that about? He was nice’ You growled at the genius as you both stumbled a little. ‘You’re drunk he wasn’t’ He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. ‘Well people do get drunk to go home with people’ You told him and his head snapped around to look at you. He shook his head and sat into the booth. ‘Derek, tell her she can’t go home with him’ Derek’s eyes widened and he held up his hands not wanting to get into your argument. ‘You’re an asshole Spencer Reid’ You grumbled as you punched his arm softly slipping into the booth beside him with a glare as the others tried to stiffle their laughs, even Hotch.

Morgan chuckled as he drove you home being the only one who had only had one drink that night. ‘Well, that fight lasted a while’ JJ chuckled from the front seat looking back at you and Spencer cuddled up in the back seat. You had your head laying on his chest as he had his arms wrapped around you. He had reached down and grabbed your legs pulling them across hi lap to make you more comfortable before laying his head on yours and closing his eyes. ‘All of ten minutes and then they were all over each other again’ Garcia giggled from the back seat happy her plan to get you and Spencer drunk had worked.

Derek chuckled as he pulled up to Spencer’s building. He smiled turning looking at the two of you. ‘About time too, I was starting to think we were wrong’ He grumbled as Spencer tightened his grip on you. ‘About them? No way’ JJ chuckled and Derek smiled climbing out of the car. He opened the back door and shook Spencer slightly. ‘Hey kid’ He whispered as Spencer opened his eyes. ‘C’mon, you’re home’ He helped Spencer out of the car as you groaned at the loss of your cuddle buddy looking up at him with a pout.

Spencer looked back into the car at you and smiled. ‘Coming?’ You beamed and began to unbuckle yourself from the car. ‘Hey, no, parties over guys. We’re all going home’ Morgan tried to stop you from getting out of the car. ‘Y/n’s staying here’ Spencer told him as you tried to climb out of the car. ‘What? No’ Derek shook his head as you fell out onto Spencer. He stumbled back and Derek had to steady you both.

Spencer made sure you were okay before looking up at Derek. ‘Why not?’ Spencer looked insulted. ‘She always stays’ You nodded in agreement with him and he turned leading you towards the building. The others shared a confused look between them, this was new information to them. JJ and Garcia rushed to get out of the car and follow you guys as Derek closed the door and began running after you catching the door to the building.

Derek opened Spencer’s door seeing as neither of you could get the key in. ‘Y/n, you can’t go home in that tomorrow’ JJ fussed, ever the Mom. ‘I have clothes here, I’ll wear them’ You waved her off stumbling into Spencer’s apartment and quickly taking off your shoes. ‘Sweet relief’ You giggled and dashed down the hallway turning into Spencer’s room and falling on the bed. ‘You’re bed is so much nicer than mine’ You stretched as Spencer walked into the room taking off his shoes and jacket just dropping them on the floor and walking towards his closet.

You rolled over ignoring the rest of the team that stood at the door, actually you kind of forgot about them as Spencer pulled his shirt off grabbing his pajama top and pulling it on over his head. ‘Speeencer’ You sang and he grabbed another throwing it at you only to miss widely causing you to whine. You sat up and crawled to the end of the bed to grab it before reaching around to the back of your dress.

After a moment you just flopped down with a pout. JJ looked at the other two, sober, agents to see their face’s were similar to theirs. A mix of shock and confusion as they watched the scene in front of them. ‘Do you need help?’ Spencer asked you walking over to the bed. ‘Uhm?’ Garcia stepped into the room trying to get your attention but failed. Your face lit up and you turned around pulling your hair to the side as he grabbed the zip on the back of your dress and pulled it down. He allowed his fingers to trail down your back causing you to shiver slightly. ‘Uh-guys-I don’t think this is something we want to see’ Garcia’s eyes widened and she looked away.

You looked up at Spencer. ‘You’re the best’ He smiled down at you and wrapped his arms around you snuggling into your back. ‘Spencer’ You giggled. ‘I need to change’ You reached out to grab the large top and pulled it over your head allowing it to cover Spencer too with a giggle as he groaned and tried to get out from under it. The team at the door felt like they were intruding on something but it was so intriguing to watch the two of you interact without the constraints of work or the care of being watched that they just stayed watching as the two of you goofed around giggling.

It was when you began to wiggle out of the dress that Derek cleared his throat loudly enough that the two of you to look towards the door. ‘Are you staying too?’ You asked them before looking at Spencer. ‘I didn’t know you were still here’ He concluded and you kicked the dress onto the floor. Garcia giggled at you. ‘What? Spencer’s shirts are long’ You smiled as you picked at the end of it which almost went down to your knees when you were standing.

You smiled lazily up at them. ‘I’m going to go get some water’ You began to climb off the bed and JJ shook her head. ‘I’ll grab it, do you have any painkillers Spencer?’ Spencer furrowed his eyebrows thinking. ‘Top drawer on the left’ You told her and she nodded slowly wondering how much you had been over to know exactly where Spencer’s things were.

Derek and Garcia followed her down the hallway a little. ‘Should we leave them both here on their own?’ Derek asked JJ. ‘They’re both pretty drunk’ He reasoned. ‘Maybe we shouldn’t have given them those last few shots’ Garcia looked between the two of them.

Back in the room Spencer was wiggling out of his trousers. ‘Spence’ You smiled at him and he rolled his eyes. He reached into his drawer and picked out a grey pair of boxers before holding them out to you. You leaned forwards pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking it from him. You reached behind you unclasping your bra and tossed it onto the floor before doing the same with your underwear dropping it with the rest of your clothes. You stood swaying slightly before pulling on the pair of boxers Spencer gave you.

He smiled watching you and climbed onto the bed. ‘I like you in my clothes’ He mumbled watching you. You turned looking down at him your eyes meeting his dark ones. ‘I like wearing your clothes’ You smiled before falling back onto the bed beside him. He opened his arms and you wiggled closer to him and he dropped his arm over your body the other holding your head to his chest. ‘I don’t like other men with you’ He mumbled his eyes closing.

You looked up at him the heat off his body making you sleepy again. ‘You don’t?’ He shook his head a little. You strained to plant a kiss on his chin and you watched a lazy smile spread across his lips. ‘Well, I like you more than them’ You closed your eyes snuggling into his chest. ‘Really?’ You nodded at his question. ‘Even Morgan?’ He muttered knowing how well the two of you got on, you two were very alike when it came to fieldwork and you had bonded over it, something Spencer had never understood.

Morgan had even let you kick in a few doors during cases. ‘You’re my favourite Spencer, always will be’ You mumbled and you heard him hum contently. ‘You’re my favourite’ You barely heard it but when you did you opened an eye to see his face was calm and truthful.

That gave you the strength to strain a little more and your lips met his for a quick second. His eyes shot open as he tilted his head to look down at you properly. ‘Really?’ You muttered. He smiled and leaned down pressing a quick kiss to your lips too. ‘Really’ His head dropped back down onto the pillow and your back onto his chest as you both lay with small content smiles on your faces.

Both of you thinking that you were thankful that Morgan had decided on the night out, with so much alcohol, before you drifted to sleep in each others arms.

And that’s how JJ found you both when she came back with the water and asprin. Cuddled up asleep. The smile on her face caught the others attention and Derek chuckled. ‘How often do you think they do this?’ He smiled noticing you wearing Reid’s boxers. ‘I don’t need to be a profiler to tell you a lot’ Garcia smiled. ‘Prentiss needs to see this’ Derek whipped out his phone snapping a quick photo before sending it onto his co-worker. ‘We’ll lock the door on the way out’ JJ whispered as she ushered a gushing Garcia out of the room and a smug Derek knowing he was partially the cause for this.

They locked the door on their way out. ‘I have been wanting them together for so long and I can’t believe they’ve been like that this whole time’ Garcia squealed. ‘They are definitely a cute pair’ JJ nodded with a smile as the other woman linked their arms. ‘I just can’t wait to let them know we know’ Derek laughed earning a slap from the women and a scolding look. ‘Oh, wait’ Garcia gasped. ‘Maybe then they’ll be like that around the office’ And JJ smiled wider. ‘They’ll be my favourite work couple’ She squealed and Derek laughed wrapping his arm around her shoulders with a smile as they left the two of you to spend the night together, something you were both very happy to do.

And something you both did a lot more often in the future, no matter how much the team teased you both about it

I did NOOOT realise this was going to be this long.......It’s been in my head for a few days now and I just NEEDED to get it out. Sorry if it’s bad I just HAD to get it out of my head and onto something.

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Here To Help - Part 3

Spencer x reader

Summary:  A case hit home for one of the BAU team but none of the others know why or how to help

Part 1 ¦ Part 2

When the plane landed you were last off, minus Spencer, who was packing his shoulder bag. ‘Y/n?’ He stopped beside you and you took a deep breath looking up at him. ‘Yeah?’ He pursed his lips before he raised his hand laying it on your shoulder and squeezing. ‘Y/n’ He paused. ‘Tell me the truth, about this, about the whole case’ You smiled at him. Of course he wasn’t packing his bag for this long, the genius just wanted to talk to you. And somehow he had known you would be the last one off the plane.

It wasn’t surprising he had waited until you two were alone, or more so, made the opportunity for you two to be alone. ‘We haven’t got time for me to go through the whole case’ You smiled trying to make light of it. But when you were about to turn his hand slipped down your arm and gripped yours preventing you from picking up your files. He gave your arm a soft tug and you sighed.

You knew he wasn’t going to give up, and that was something you loved about Spencer. He never gave up, especially when it came to his friends. So he had orchestrated all this, to get you alone, because he knew you wouldn’t speak to him if the others were even in the same room. It was something he had learned from previous cases. If he would ask you on the plane he would be answered with silence, so he had started driving you home, or to the gym. And once you two were really alone, everything would come out. You never held back with Spencer.

Until now. ‘Half of it might stop me from worrying so much’ You sighed and turned to him. ‘I’ll tell you everything Spencer’ You reached up and laid your hand on his cheek causing him to lean into it slightly. ‘Sometime when all this is over. I promise’ He shook his head. ‘No’ He snapped. ‘How am I supposed to protect you when I don’t know what’s going on’ You blinked twice before opening your mouth ‘You do-’ His hand shot up and grabbed your wrist causing you to jump. ‘I’m your partner, your friend. Do not tell me I don’t have to protect you Y/n. Don’t’ You nodded quickly.

He closed his eyes and sighed. You felt bad, you did. You were causing this, all this worry. You and your secrets. ‘Spencer’ You thumb moved across his cheekbone. ‘You know I love you’ You whispered and he nodded slightly. ‘Good’ You tugged on his head and he bent slightly allowing you to press a firm kiss to his cheek. ‘Then tell me, please, what’s going on?’ You sighed as he opened his eyes.

His usually bright brown eyes were filled with sadness and worry. ‘I-I need to catch this guy. He was the reason I’m here. The reason I joined the BAU was to catch him’ Spencer nodded slightly. ‘Why?’ Spencer let go of your hand and wrapped it around the back of your neck holding you to him, so you couldn’t skip out on the answer, you’d have to look him in the eye and deny him the information he wanted. Something you could rarely do. You closed you eyes. ‘Because-he-he ki-’ You both jumped when someone cleared their throat behind you.

Your eyes shot open and your head turned looking towards the exit of the plane. Morgan stood with his eyebrows raised. Spencer instantly dropped his hands and stepped away from you causing your hands to drop to your sides. ‘Sorry to interrupt whatever’s going on, but Hotch is getting impatient out there’ You nodded as you seen Spencer’s cheeks flush. Morgan chuckled. ‘Chill out pretty boy, this isn’t the most compromising condition I’ve caught you both in’ You picked up the pen that was lying on the table and chucked it at him. He just laughed and left the plane.

The rest of the team was standing by the car as you and Spencer came down the steps off the plane. ‘We’ve been waiting’ JJ smirked. You almost rolled your eyes at the suggestion her eyes held. ‘We had to clear up some things’ Spencer told her as he reached out laying a hand on your back leading you towards the car. ‘Alright’ Hotch nodded uncrossing his arms as Emily sent you a sly glance. ‘JJ and Prentiss are going to interview the witness, Morgan and Reid go to the crime scene, myself and Y/l/n will go meet the sheriff’ Hotch ordered and the rest of the team nodded.

You cleared your throat. ‘Actually Hotch’ You gulped as he turned back to you and his eyes fell back on you. ‘Can I go to the hospital?’ You bit your lip as you seen his eyes narrowed slightly. JJ’s eyebrows almost shot up into her hair. The rest of the team could conceal their surprise. You hardly ever interviewed witnesses or talked to families, your specialty was in the field, at crime scenes, speaking to people wasn’t exactly your strong suit.

But Hotch nodded anyways. ‘I’ll go with her’ Spencer spoke up and Hotch raised an eyebrow at him before nodding. ‘Prentiss go with Morgan, JJ come with me’ The team nodded glancing at you as you turned and looked up at Spencer. ‘Spence-’ He shook his head walking towards the car. You sighed following him to the car.

You took a left and glanced at Spencer who was sitting beside you. ‘I know you want to say something’ You looked back at the road. You seen him shake his head at you out of the corner of your eye. ‘You didn’t have to come with me’ You muttered. ‘Emily would have been fine’ You told him stopping at some lights. Spencer just nodded. ‘You’re waiting for me to finish what I was saying before?’ He nodded again and you knew he was giving you his type of silent treatment.

You turned back to the road as the light turned green. ‘He killed people I really cared about Spencer. It was a hard time for me’ Spencer reached over and took one of your hands from the wheel before intertwining your fingers. ‘How did you know them?’ He asked. You shrugged taking another turn the hospital at the end of the road. ‘They were-they-’ You sighed and he squeezed your hand. ‘How well did you know them?’ Again you shrugged and pulled into the hospital. ‘They were-’ You put the SUV into park. ‘Really well, really really well’ You looked over at him and squeezed his hand. ‘Can we talk about this later?’ You asked nodding towards the hospital.

You looked into the room as Spencer spoke to the Doctor beside you. The poor kid was traumatized. You reached out and put your hand on Spencer’s arm and he looked down at you. ‘Would it be okay if I talked to him?’ You asked and the doctor nodded. You squeezed Spencer’s arm and raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded. ‘Just, please’ You looked back at the Doctor. ‘Don’t push him’ You nodded.

You knocked on the door and slipped inside. ‘Hi’ You smiled at the boy, the poor kid just gave you a quick glance before looking back down. He had dark bruises around his neck where he had been strangled. ‘I’m Agent Y/n Y/l/n’ You said softly walking towards the chair by the bed. ‘Jason’ He whispered. ‘Nice to meet you Jason’ You smiled sitting down looking at the fifteen year old on the bed. ‘I suppose you’re here to ask me some questions about what happened’ He grumbled and you nodded your head.

His hand went up to his neck fingering the discolored skin. ‘It’ll fade, the bruising I mean, everything else-’ You left it at that not knowing what to say. ‘Aren’t you here to tell me everything is going to be okay? That it’s all going to work out?’ He finally looked up at you tears in his eyes. ‘I guess, but it’s going to be a lot of work, and it’ll be hard, very hard kid’ He nodded leaning back against the pillows. ‘You’ve seen this a lot right?’ You nodded. ‘You ever catch the guys?’ You nodded again. ‘Will you shoot him?’ You took a deep breath

If you were honest you didn’t even know if you would or wouldn’t. When you were confronted with this man would you shoot. You didn’t know. ‘If his being alive threatens someone’s life, we have to’ You told him and he nodded fingering his neck again. ‘Kid, there is some things I need to ask you though’ He nodded. ‘Did he call you all by different names?’ He nodded. ‘And made your sisters call him Joshie’ He nodded again. ‘He told us why he was doing it, how his own family left him, he-he-’  You reached out and took his hand and hushed him.

Tears rolled from his eyes. ‘Okay, it’s okay, lets move away from that, okay. Have you ever seen him around before?’ He nodded. ‘He was at my baseball practice a few times and once at my sisters chess games’ You nodded your thumb running across his knuckles. ‘So, you didn’t know him personally, he had never been around before no? He never spoke to you ever? Not even to ask the time?’ He shook his head. ‘Did he ever pay any special attention to you or any of the other kids?’ Again he shook his head. ‘I felt his eyes on me a few times but that was it’ You nodded smiling slightly at him.

You took a deep breath. ‘I’m going to need you to close your eyes’ You whispered feeling sorry for the kid. He didn’t need to relive this, no one needed to relive anything like this. He shook his head. ‘Everytime I close my eyes I ju-I see-’ You hushed him again. ‘I know, but please just try, as much as you can. Any little pieces of information you can give me may just help us yeah?’ He gulped but nodded, barely noticeable.

You smiled reassuringly at him and he closed his eyes. ‘Okay, you came home from morning practice and what was there?’ He squeezed your hand. ‘Da-dad was in the kitchen, Jenny was in the living room watching a cartoon’ You nodded. ‘What cartoon?’ You asked and his eyebrows furrowed.

His hand squeezed yours. ‘I-I don-he-he’s-Mom’s-I’ You patted arm. ‘Jason, it’s okay. I got you, it’s okay’ His breathing began to speed up and you glanced at the machine beside him. ‘Jason, listen, focus, listen to me, please, just listen to my voice and try take deep calm breaths’ You tried to calm him

But to no avail. ’Jason, kid, open your eyes, okay, it’s okay- you stood reaching over to his bicep avoiding his neck. You knew from past experience that was a place to avoid. ‘Open your eyes’ You ordered and his eyes snapped open tears flowing down his cheeks his breaths coming in sharp bursts. You leaned over pulling him into a soft hug as he clung to your shit sobbing. ‘It’s okay. I got you. I got you kid’ You glanced up to see Spencer looking at you through the window. 

You shook your head slightly and he nodded turning taking out his phone. He was going to call Hotch, tell him the kid wasn’t ready yet, that he couldn’t do it, not yet anyway. ‘You’re okay, your safe. I got you’ You hushed him as you smoothed his hair trying to calm him.

It was almost twenty minutes before you had him calm enough for you to leave him alone again. You closed your eyes leaning against the wall letting out a long breath. ‘You okay?’ Spencer’s voice broke through the darkness and you nodded slightly. ‘Is your arm okay?’ He asked and your felt his fingers brush yours which were holding your right forearm. You nodded. ‘Cramp’ You muttered pulling your arm out of his reach opening your eyes. ‘He’s really tore up, we’ll have to come back if we need it’ Spencer nodded as you pushed yourself off the wall. ‘We should get back’ You told him and he smiled softly his eyes still on your arm.

The rest of the ride was silent neither of you talking as you drove to the station. You smiled at Detective Grenly as you walked into the station. ‘Agent Y/ln’ He smiled and held out his hand. ‘Detective, its good to see you again’ You reached out shaking his hand with a soft smile. ‘Would be nicer under different circumstances’ You nodded as you let go of his hand. ‘This is Dr Spencer Reid’ You introduced Spencer and he lifted his hand and waved slightly. ‘The rest of your team is through here’ He told you after greeting Spencer and lead you to the back of the station.

You rubbed your eyes as you sat in the back of the car. It had been a long day. You had been patrolling the streets, going through residents, talking to families that fit victimology and JJ had contacted the media. You had built a profile and given it out to the police. All in all it was a long, hard day and you were ready for bed

The whole team was. ‘Aren’t you too warm?’ Morgan asked from the front of the car looking back at you in the mirror. ‘Not really?’ You quirked an eyebrow. ‘Do you even own a short sleeved shirt?’ He chuckled. ‘No’ You shook your head and his eyebrows shot up. ‘I don’t own anything short sleeved, well maybe one or two t-shirts. But no’ You shook your head leaning back onto the leather seats. ‘Really?’ Emily turned looking back at you and you nodded. ‘Don’t you ever get too warm in long sleeves?’ You shrugged. ‘Sometimes but I prefer long to short sleeves’ You sat back up and smiled at them. ‘You’ve asked me this before guys’ She nodded her lips parting a little. 

The ride back to the hotel was long and quiet after that. And you fell to the bed after a long shower and putting on your pjs instantly happy to have to fluffy softness underneath you and not the hard seats of the car or the chairs at the station. You were almost asleep when there was a soft knock at your door. Pushing the covers off you you grabbed the robe from the chair pulling it on going to the door.

You opened it and were met by a washed and sleepy Spencer. ‘Spence? You okay?’ You asked and he nodded. ‘Aren’t you warm in that?’ He nodded to the robe you picked at the strings giving him you ‘get to the point’ look. ‘I just wanted to see if you were okay’ He muttered and you smiled slightly. You held up your arms and he smiled at you. ‘Thank you’ You muttered as he reached wrapping his arms around your shoulders and brought you to him. Your arms wound around his waist and buried your face in his chest.

He let out a breath and laid his cheek against your head. ‘Do you need some company?’ He muttered and you bit the inside of your cheek. If he stayed he would probably question you on the case more, but on the other hand if he did you would have him tonight, you’d get to fall asleep in Spencer’s arms. ‘Please’ You whispered the positives outweighing the negatives.

You grabbed a different top as Spencer climbed into the bed. ‘I’ll be back’ You muttered and walked to the bathroom to change. ‘Y/n’ Spencer’s voice called and you hurriedly pulled it down over your top and came from the bathroom. Spencer was holding out your phone as it buzzed. ‘It’s your Mother’ He told you and you took it from him answering it. ‘Hey Momma’ You whispered. 

you heard her grunt from the other end before silence. Then, ‘Hey sweetie, your brother told me you were working the case?’ You hummed in response and she sighed. ‘Don’t let it get too stressful, yeah?’ You hummed again and let out a yawn. ‘Oh, did I wake you?’ You smiled at the concern in her voice. ‘No, no’ You muttered. ‘You were just about to sleep right?’ You smiled, she knew you way too well, well she was your Mom so. ‘I’ll let you go if that’s the case’ She muttered. ‘No, no, it’s okay’ You hurried, you wanted to know how everything was at home, you hadn’t spoken to her or your Dad in a few days.

the call only lasted another minute and ended with your mother insisting that you needed sleep after hearing you stuffling another yawn. When you came back Spencer was almost asleep, barely able to keep his eyes open. You pulled back to covers and climbed into the bed. He opened his arms and you ducked under one laying your head on his chest.

This wasn’t unusual for you and Spencer, you had often fallen asleep together after staying at each others apartments too late, or on a case if it took a lot out of either of you, one of you would show up at the others room offering a hug and a cuddling partner. Spencer wrapped his arms around you and you hummed closing your eyes. ‘Goodnight Spencer, thanks’ He gave you a squeeze. ‘You’re welcome, anytime’ He whispered his voice sleep heavy and you snuggled into his chest thankful for the heat and company.

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I've got like 20+ books in physical and 100+ in pdf

Am I reading them? No

Am I reading fanfics about fictional characters?

...

Mind your own business

I have the entire twilight saga and 3 bridgerton books that are untouched but i have read every spencer reid fan fic i can find on here

SPENCER REID HAD you on all fours for him, hips swaying in the air as he fucked into you from behind. it was messy, no real rhyme or rhythm to the way his cock slipped into you as he listened to the way you whined for him. how you arched your back every time his tip stroked that one sweet spot inside of you, almost balls-deep inside of you as he watched you writhe beneath him. he wanted to cum just as much as you did, your pleads falling desperate as you fisted the sheets either side of your head, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. and spencer would feel his ego inflate as he pushed the small of your back down, the new angle earning a deep guttural moan from you as he cooed at your noises, "is that the spot baby? is this where you need me, hm? talk to me, tell me."

current sexuality: spencer reid’s hands

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I need help finding a fic. it was a spencer reid fanfic where he smokes weed and the reader works at a dispensary and they go back to her place and smoke together and then smut and i never saved the link or liked it and i cant find it to save my life. if you know it i’m begging on my hands and knees to tell me who made it and the title!!!!!

UPDATE: i found the fic. it’s called Best Buds by @boldlyvoid if anyone else was wondering!!!!

Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Emily: i'm the knife

Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon

alright so i was reading this fanfic with spencer, a soulmate au in which you can’t hear your soulmate until you’ve kissed them first and i can’t find it anymore :( it has multiple parts and if anyone could help me find it i’ll literally give them a lil smooch

intoxicating

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word count: 4.1k

warnings: grinding, drinking, cussing, plz lemme know if i forgot anything else :3

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the first thing people took notice of when they looked at you -

that mesmerizing smile.

the way you carried yourself was so profound, as if every bad thing thrown your way would just bounce right off.

your bubbly energy enraptured everybody around you, feeding off of your wide grins, and constant laughter bringing a sense of joy into their life.

earning your nickname; sweet girl.

everyone loved you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

i mean... who wouldn't?

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part 2 here!

"Sweetheart, you have got to get ahold of yourself."

"I do- I don't know what makes you think I don't."

A scoff left Garcia's stained lips, as she stared at your frantic fingers messing with your hair, trying to apply everything all at once. Reaching for your signature perfume, spraying a good dosage on to ensure it stays on the whole night. The blonde had come over to get ready for a night out in the town with her fellow co-workers, including a certain brunette that you had a soft spot for.

Your hair was not cooperating with you. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Does this dress make me look- too much?

Who the hell made this damn mousse-

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will personally make it my life's mission to get rid of your existence." She grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you out of the bathroom despite your protests. "Spencer won't care what your hair looks like when he's got you underneath him."

A gasp left your lips, smacking Penelope's giggling behind as she ran away from you towards your front door. "Or above him- whatever you're into sweet cheeks."

"Oh! I'm going to get your ass, Pen."

"Run that by my boss first!"

Penelope ripped the front door open, revealing a startled Hotch who had just raised his fist to knock on your house door. A smug smirk graced the blonde's lips, sticking her tongue out at you as she ran towards the SUV where Morgan was waiting. You stood there with a pout on your lips, grabbing your purse from your entrance table. Hotch eyed your dressed up figure, feeling his heart rate pick up as you made your way over to him your perfume engulfing his senses.

"Hiya Hotch." Wrapping your arm around his waist, giving the older man a tight squeeze letting your free hand lock the door behind you stuffing your keys into your purse. Penelope and you might have had one too many shots, the constant cheesing on your face giving you away. 

"Hello sweet girl." Hotch had known you long enough to see you in every situation imaginable, including your drunk side. He chuckled as you left your arm around him, not minding it for a second as you guys walked down the steps to the car. "Are we sure this isn't the aftermath of the bar?"

You let out a small giggle, knowing he was partially right. Hotch opened up the car door for you, helping you into the lifted vehicle a small thank you leaving your lips as you scooted further in as he squeezed in behind you.

The car smelled like people who had were planning on getting laid.

Hotch’s cologne smelled of leather and cinnamon. Discretely trying to hide the fact that you were inching closer to him like a dog sniffing out a treat.

Whilst Morgans cologne smelled of coconut and sugar; not enough to be irritating to the nose.

Both you and Penelope's perfumes smelled nice and sweet, contrasting with the guys.

Penelope was blasting Kesha through the SUV, while Morgan attempted to turn it down without her noticing. Either she noticed or didn't care, allowing her voice to do the work for her as she embodied Kesha.

"We are just getting started, I promise. You should join us! Didn't Morgan draw the short stick for tonight? Leaves you perfectly able to get wasted with us,"

Morgan gave you a glare in the rearview mirror, not letting your mocking affect his driving as he tried his best to follow the law with his boss as his passenger. Hotch just shook his head as you unzipped your purse showing him the contents inside.

His eyebrow raised, he saw several colorful shooters clinking around in the small accessory adorning your body, a smile gracing your warming skin. You took out a bright green shooter, shoving it into his hands.

"What in the-"

"Pen. Catch." Penelope didn't even have to move, her hands expertly catching the pink shot you had picked out just for her. You opted for a blue one, knowing this flavor in specific masked the taste as best it could making it easier to down.

You raised your eyebrow back up at Hotch cracking your drink open, a soft sigh left his lips knowing you wouldn't back down. He proceeded to crack his open, whoops leaving the girls lips. Clinking your shot against his. Your arm moving to wrap around his bringing the cold glass to your lips, allowing the burning sensation to trickle down your throat. Hotch felt his breath hitch at your touch, downing the shooter back.

Hotch was used to harder liquor, but something about the neon colored vodka was already making him feel a little warm. Shaking his head at the taste, putting the lid back on the drink as he watched you reach for another.

"Woah, sweet girl... you sure you can handle another?"

Your rolled your eyes at his concerning words, easily tossing another shooter back as you opened your mouth to show it was gone. Hotch felt a small smirk tug at his lips at the sight, adjusting himself in his seat subtly.

"I almost flunked out of college my freshman year because I was getting drunk every weekend. I learned my handful of tricks- I would put Dr. Reid to shame." Morgan whistled, making Garcia laugh as she reminisced on some of the stories you had told her. An ever-growing smirk graced your lips, re-applying a generous amount of lip gloss to your lips. 

Hotch eyed the bubbly girl, as she made herself comfortable against the taller man. He spread his jean cladded legs as she plopped her purse on his lap, using him as a table rummaging through the contents. Choosing to ignore the sensation of her nimble fingers ghosting over his dark wash jeans, adjusting his position on the leather seat. She pulled out another shooter and mingled it into his hands, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest.

"You're going to have to show me one day, sweet cheeks.”

"Wouldn't you love to see that, sweet boy?"

Morgan smirked up at you as he pulled up to the valet who were excited to take the keys from your favorite Agent, sending a wink to the blushing girl holding the keys. You were about to open the door, almost jumping as you saw Hotch had already beaten you to it. Looking back and forth between the door and your now empty seat beside you, the grinning raven haired man made your heart skip a beat.

"How-"

"Your intoxicated state is making your reaction time slow," His deep voice hummed into your ear, his hands splaying across your back allowing his warmth to keep you from shivering. Hotch lent his arm out, grasping onto his bicep firmly as you made your way into the bar. The shooter you had given the tall man tucked away in his jeans, holding your body close to ensure you wouldn't run off.  His cologne smelled even stronger up close, allowing yourself to engulf the scent a soft sigh leaving your glossed lips.

It didn't take long for Hotch have to glare at the wandering eyes of plenty of men who were attempting to undress you with their nasty eyes. He knew men were absolute garbage as time had gone by, but he knew that he would never let these ones especially anywhere near you tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to find your other co-workers even in all of the chaos, the place bordering a club atmosphere. The bar was currently playing one of your favorite songs, allowing the music to guide your body. You let your grip loosen as you made a beeline towards JJ who was smiling widely up at you, a bright pink coating her cheeks. Your heels clicking mesmerizingly against the stone floor, having mastered the art in running in those strappy shoes.

"JJ!! I missed youuuu," You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing a sticky kiss onto her cheek. She let out a muffled laugh as she held you tighter. "Where is-"

"Spence? Right behind you, honey." The giggling girl whispered into your ear, you spun on your heel making eye contact with the man you had been thinking about all night. A smile made its way onto your lips, taking a seat beside the brunette. 

As if he couldn't get anymore attractive.

The sight of his dark green cardigan bringing out the green in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his god forsaken sexy ass glasses. His cologne wafted over to you, the soft scent of coffee and something sweet. The smell was enough to make your mouth water.

What kind of test do they have to pass to work at the BAU? It seemed like every man and woman had to make your knees buckle to work there.

"Hiya Spence."

The flustered boy tucked his hair behind his ear, turning in his seat to give you his undivided attention. Your perfume infiltrating his nostrils, before having heard your voice. A smell he was all too keen on knowing, wetting his bottom lip nervously. "Oh h-hi!"

The conscious part of your brain attempted to send signals to your body to be smart, your drunk limbs ignoring it as you allowed your legs to entwine with his slack cladded leg closest to you. His breath hitching the smallest of gasps leaving his pink lips. 

The sound of someone hollering behind you made you turn around in your seat, waving excitedly at the dark hair girl approaching. Elle feigned a dramatic hand over her chest, her dress showing off her curves in all the right places. The girl walked over to you, your smile having not left your lips since getting in the car. Smacking a wet kiss on your dark haired friends cheek who just wrapped an arm around your waist. "We were about to send out a search party. We thought Morgan got you guys lost again,"

"Oh he most definitely did, I think the aftershave has made him lose some brain cells over the years." You teased the burly man, who shot you a glare reaching over the table to flick your forehead a gasp leaving your lips. You detangled your legs from Spencers missing the warmth almost as soon as you detached, sending a harsh kick to Morgan who hissed at your heels.

"Son of a bitch. Watch your back, sweet cheeks."

"Want me to kiss it better?" A small twinkle shone in his eyes, his usual flirty smirk making its way onto his face. You turned on your charm, resting your face on your hands as you batted your eyelashes at the man your glossy lips parted open. Everyone at the table watched in amusement as Morgan practically melted at her doe eyes looking up at him, leaning closer to her face. 

"I would love nothing more-"

"I call dibs first, Chocolate Thunder." Penelope butted in, making her first appearance at the table a tray full of drinks. She handed you your signature drink, the vibrant color matching her outfit. Clapping your hands as you blew a kiss to the blonde, wrapping your lips around the straw humming happily at the cold liquid making its way down your throat. 

"No need to call dibs when I've already kissed you, baby cheeks."

"You're not special, Derek. We've all kissed, sweets." All the girls threw in their words of agreement, a chuckle leaving Spencers lips as he watched the look of disbelief on Morgan's face. "Sweet as her name, she is." 

"Don't make me kiss you on the mouth again, Pen."

"Maybe that's what I'm hinting at, sweet girl."

A burst of giggles left the girls mouths as they all grabbed ahold of the shots Garcia had bought everyone. 

Well, everyone except Morgan. 

Penelope had grabbed something strong; wanting to ensure it did what it was intended to do. You had seen Spencer had also proceeded to throw back a shot a small wince leaving his lips. "You would think after 9,006 years, that we would know how to mask the taste of alcohol."

"I like the pain. Gives a little thrill, don't you think?" Tilting your head at the doctor whose eyes widened a little, his cheeks flushing pink. A small giggle left your lips placing your hand dangerously close to his thigh, turning your attention to the raven haired man beside you.

"What are you nursing there, Hotch?" He turned to his left, eyeing the flustered girl a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he showed her his glass. "Mind if I have a sip?" 

"Of course. Go ahead." The girl gently took the glass from his hands, taking a small sip of the drink a soft hum leaving her lips. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her lips on the same glass his were just on. She just grinned at the man, handing him back his jack and coke. "Not bad- too Hotch for me." 

Gently rising from your chair at the table, gaining the attention of everyone at the table a grin already plastered on your face. Spencer eyed your radiating body, his brain turning to mush as he tried to focus on the words leaving your pretty lips. Chugging the rest of your cocktail, the cold feeling nice on your warming face. "Time to dance!"

Penelope wasted no time, dragging a more than ready Morgan onto the swarm of people on the dance floor. JJ and Elle had already partnered up, their swaying bodies entwined together. Leaving you in between Spencer and Hotch. Both who looked absolutely delicious-

Hold on- what?

Delicious?

I mean... 

Hotch's black polo did absolute numbers for his muscular body. His biceps just about bulging out of the shirt, snug around his lean torso. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his waist. And don't even mention his gorgeous eyes, with their specks of green becoming visible the closer you got to him.

And then Spencer.

That boy looked like straight out of a rom com. His puppy eyes staring at you intently like nothing around you existed. His chiseled jaw and those puffy lips were all you could think about at work. His button ups fitting him just right, the cardigans about to swallow him whole wishing you were in them as well.

"Sweets?"

The sound of Hotchs raspy voice speaking broke you out of your trance, blinking away your borderline wet dream about your co-worker and superior. Taking notice of Spencers empty seat, turning to Hotch with a confused look on your face. "He went to the restroom. Everything okay? You were unresponsive there for a second."

"Y-yes. Sorry, I was- I don't even know. You guys both looked so good, my brain started short circuiting." The words were spewing out of your mouth like muscle memory, a shocked expression filtering over the usually furrowed mans face. "How about that dance?"

"Oh no, I don't-"

"Hotchner, don't start. I was promised a dance,"

"-I think that was you doing the promising." You grabbed ahold of his wrist, tugging the protesting man whose eyes had grown soft. "You're awfully strong when you're drunk. Did you know that?"

"I think it's similar to when crack heads do crack, except without the crack." You shouted into his ear, the music practically making it near impossible to hear. Hotch just let a laugh slip out, his hands having found their home on your hips barely touching you, afraid he would mess it all up.

Pitbull had begun to blast through the club, your body swinging to the beat having known the rhythm a little too well for your liking. The clubs lights had gotten dark, except for the strobe lights and stage lights lighting up the crowd every now and then. You could see Penelope shouting the words at Morgan who bared an amused stare at the blonde, dancing with her drunken form the pink spotlight lighting up her blonde hair perfectly.

A whine left your lips at the lack of contact with your dance partner, pressing your body against the towering man above you knowing this exact situation must be written somewhere on what not to do with your boss. He almost halted his movements if it weren't for your hands finding his and wrapping his arms further around your waist. Hands finding their home around his neck, chills going down his spine as he felt how close you were to him.

The music took ahold of your body. Every beat sending your hips to follow half a second later, memorizing the way Hotch followed your every move. As if your bodies were made just for one another; you moved in sync with each other, neither of you having to give cues as if you guys had been doing this for years.

Hotch felt this body growing hotter the longer you were grinding up against him, a small line of guilt bubbling inside but his body seemed to be doing all the thinking for him. His hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer to him a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your body swaying and turning in his grasp pressing your ass against his growing member, Hotch's head leaning into your neck.

You rolled your head back leaning against Hotch's muscular body, trying to see if it was your mind playing tricks on your or if it truly was what you thought it was poking against your ass.

Every touch felt- electric.

The pawing at your body from Hotch made your body writhe in his grasp, feeling yourself getting drunk in his touch. Shaking hands reaching behind you to find his head full of hair and run your fingers through his gelled hair, enjoying the soft rumble against his chest. Turning back around to face him, wondering what was running through his head right now.

Hotch knew he must have looked as crazy as he felt. Scanning every inch of her face, cupping her face in his warm calloused hand tucking her hair away from her face.

He could see every tiny freckle, and scar on your face.

The sparkly gloss coating your lips enticing him the longer you mouthed the words close to his chest.

Every one of his senses was focused on you.

Your perfume.

Your body.

Your gorgeous eyes.

He couldn't look away-

"If you wanted to kiss me Hotch, you could have just asked,"

Before Hotch could lean down and press his awaiting lips on yours, you spotted a tall lanky figure looking around detaching your limbs from the man a giant grin gracing your features. Waving at the approaching figure, tugging the brunette closer to you. The older man almost rolled his eyes, keeping his hands tucked into his pocket his fingers knocking with the shooter you had gifted him earlier.

"Spence! I was about to send out a search party,"

The blushing boy tried to stammer out a response, his eyes locking with Hotch's.

His boss- correction. His friend was staring at him as if he had just came out and told him he was the unsub on a case. Wiping his clammy hands against his dark slacks, wondering what he had interrupted.

"The line to the bathroom was long. If it weren't for the fact that I had to-"

"Did you know that Aaron is a good dancer?" You shouted in Spencers direction, the name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey.

Hotch turned to face the girl replaying the sound of his name falling off of her lips over and over again, hoping she would say it again. Spencer raised a surprised eyebrow at the cheesing girl, whose hold on him hadn't faltered.

"I'm not too surprised. His stature and athleticism point him in the direction of having better coordination than the average person."

"I have no idea what you just said! Maybe Pitbull is having some affect on my hearing," 

"Maybe we should go sit down, hm?" Hotch whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. Nodding along to his words, grabbing ahold of his unsuspecting hand tugging them over to the back corner table you were sitting at. A soft sigh left your lips, as you reached for Hotch's glass tossing the rest of the drink back. 

Spencer eyed your hand that was still holding onto Hotch's practically burning a hole into his much larger hand, a million thoughts coursing through his head. "Next one is on me, Aaron."

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. Let me go buy another drink, I'll order you a water."

"What! I'm not even close to being done, please..." A pout found its way onto your face," Just one or two more."

Hotch couldn't say no to that face. "One more. Reid, want anything?"

"Can I just get a water, please?"

Hotch untangled your hand from his, his retreating figure hard to miss even with all the people surrounding him. Spencer took this chance to try to erase any progress Hotch had made, his figure seating itself right beside you. His shaking hand found its place on your thigh, a choked sound leaving your lips eyeing the nervous boy standing before you. Your heart just about dropped into your stomach, a fluttering in your stomach as the guy you had been crushing on had made a move.

Please move it higher-

"I wish we could have had our dance, Spence... I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen."

"I don't think I would have been able to keep it professional if I got my hands on you,"

Fuck.

"What if I didn't want you too?"

You were playing with fire. 

Knowing full well you had just basically had sex with your boss out on the dance floor, but your brain wanted them both. 

And bad. 

Spencers face heated up, his face leaning closer to yours feeling your chest tighten as he almost brushed his lips against yours his warm minty breath burning your eyes slightly. Holding your breath as you felt him pull back a confused look on your face, taking notice of a looming figure coming your way. The feeling of your blood rushing to your already burning face made you feel a little faint, fanning your face to try to cool off.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the pair of you a knowing look on his face, clapping Spencers shoulder with a smirk on his lips. "My man. I never knew you had it in you,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know it was a secret, sweet girl. Does this mean the nicknames are off limits now?"

You giggled at the reddening of Spencers face, nudging him playfully. "Not at all, baby. But, Spencer is right. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"What is Spencer right about again?"

"Oh, him and our sweets are-"

Spencer had read your mind, sending a swift kick towards Morgan who let out a yelp turning around and giving the brunette a harsh punch to the arm. Hotch felt his face tense at the words Morgan was insinuating, hoping Morgan was just playing a joke on him taking the seat closest to you leaving you sandwiched in between your two wet dreams once more.

"Don't tell me you're all out of dances, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten mine."

"Oh trust, I'm not. I was just waiting on a good song to come on-"

As if someone was listening in on your conversation, Club Can't Handle Me came on a fan favorite between you and Morgan. A loud laugh leaving both of your mouths as he made his way over to you dragging you over to the huge crowd that you had just escaped. Morgans hands expertly found their place on your hips, having danced with the famous flirt many times. 

The way he grinned against your body had you almost a mess, allowing your legs to slip around his thigh dancing on him as if your life depended on it. By this point there was a layer of sweat on both of your bodies, making you look pornographic on the dance floor. His tight v-neck showed off his muscles well in the dim lighting of the bar, his arms practically engulfing you. 

"You're too hot to be here by yourself,"

"Shut up, Morgan."

The pretty boy leaned into the cusp of your ear, his lips brushing up against you. "If looks could kill, your two lover boys would have killed me tenfold." 

Peeking over his shoulder, noticing the evident glares of Hotch and Spencer who looked like they were 2 seconds away from walking over. "Want to help me make them make the first move?”

"You're an absolute minx, you know that?"

You knew Morgan was right, but the alcohol in you just wanted them to walk over and make you theirs. The music had changed to a slow sexier song, knowing if you were to do anything it would have to be now when the music would show everything off.

Closing your eyes allowing the music to guide you, putting every ounce of your being into grinding against Morgan. It didn’t take long of Morgan putting his hands closer to your ass before a cough interrupted the pair of you.

“Mind if I but in, Morgan?”

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a/n: guys this came to me in the middle of the night and i did NOT stop writing until 5 am. it just kept coming out. and FUCK, i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn. this is my first criminals minds fic pookies.

a/n: GUYS WHAT THE HECK! i am literally writing part two right now, you guys have been so nice to me :,)

intoxicating p.2 | s.r

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warnings: smut, cussing, jealousy?, nothing too crazy guys. but i can definitely make some kinkier stuff if you’d like *muah*

mdni por favor

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part 1 here / aaron version here

A small part of you couldn't believe it had worked. Chewing on the bottom of your lip, your body not halting its movements as the song continued on playing. You swore on everything that you could hear your heartbeat pounding, as you made eye contact with the guy who had clouded a good chunk of your mind all night.

The smallest chuckle left Derek's lips, as he pressed a longer than necessary kiss on your cheek. Detangling from your body, clapping the brunette's shoulder as he took his current spot. The nervous man wrapped his arms around you like he was scared you would regret it as soon as it came, your hands running up his chest and to the back of his neck a small smile on your lips.

"I didn't expect you to come over. I thought you didn't like dancing," You whispered against the cusp of his ear, his grip on you tightening his mind getting lost in the sensation of your sweaty body against his. He seemed at a loss for words her giggling against his neck driving him insane. Before he could utter any words the girl pressed a soft kiss against his neck instant goosebumps appearing on the visible skin she could see. "Morgan and I had just barely started-"

"I couldn't watch the either of you anymore," Spencer mumbled against you, your small kiss still sending waves of shock throughout his overwhelmed body. "I-I couldn't bear the thought of another man being as close to you as he was... my mind just kept telling me that it should have been me."

Your heart fluttered at his words, tightening your hold around his neck pulling him closer. "You could have just asked,"

Fuck. Every ounce of your body was trying to stop itself from pouncing on the glossy eyed agent.

His eyes were blown wide open, his hands trying to memorize every inch of your body. His touch leaving a trail of chills, your lips parted open. The strobes of light flickering across your face lighting your face up in a delicious manner, not wanting to blink and break eye contact.

The alcohol was doing all of the work now, leaning to press an open mouthed kiss on his neck. Spencer hissed at the sensation, his head thrown back as he allowed your mouth to decorate his neck in your sparkly gloss. Your sober self was screaming at you to get it together, your fellow co-workers most definitely watching as you made a mess out of the younger boy.

"Please. I need to kiss you."

Before you could react, Spencer had cupped your face in his much larger hands and crashed his lips into yours.

For a split second, you had thought the music had been turned off.The ringing in your ears should have concerned you but you paid no mind.

The sensation of Spencer's lips on yours all your mind could focus on.

Your hands quickly found his hair, entwining your fingers into his chestnut locks. Spencer's hips instinctively found yours, grinding against you out of force of habit. A groan leaving both of your lips. A small part of you hadn't known Spencer would be this intense of a kisser but he poured every ounce of his being into this kiss. Like he was speaking with his actions. His mouth moved against yours like he was being starved from your touch, allowing your tongue to part his mouth as he moaned against your lips. His chest was growing heavy from the lack of air, but he didn't care.

His body just wanted more. More of you. And damn, he couldn't get enough.

"Spence," mumbling against his now swollen lips, trying to pull away so you could breath. But the brunette had already moved his kisses down to your neck, soft moans leaving your lips. The sensation of someone burning a whole onto your head made your eyes flicker up to where you knew you would find the harsh gaze of Aaron Hotchner.

What a sinful sight.

Your glazed eyes making eye contact with him as the brunette coated every inch of your body he could see with his lips.

Straight out of a nightmare.

Knowing the girl he was pinning after was being pinned against a wall by his friend.

Hotch felt like every inch of his body was on fire. And not in the way you had made him feel only moments prior. He needed to leave and take the coldest shower of his life, hoping it would erase the memory of your lips interlocked with the spewing fun fact machine.

The same lips that he was close to kissing.

The same lips that were flirting with him only moments before.

And now-

Spencer had your body in a way only Hotch could imagine of having you. Every part of your body was so responsive, leaning into his touch to show him he was doing everything right. A small part of him wanted to walk over there and yank you away from his touch. He wanted to crash his lips into yours, and show the younger man exactly how to touch you. He wanted to slam you against a nearby table, and mark your body to let everyone else know that you were his.

Only his.

Not Spencers.

Not Morgans.

His.

Almost as if someone else had a hold of his body, heavy thuds ringing in his ears as he found himself making his way over to her. Your frantic hands tapped on Spencer's shoulders, his actions not faltering. His brain having turned off relying on his instincts.

"Spence- Hotch is- fuck- he's coming over."

The mention of Hotchs name made something click in his brain. Popping his lips off of your neck, proceeding to move to your abused lips. His mouth slamming against yours a small gasp leaving your mouth, using this chance to allow his tongue to enter your sweet mouth.

Jesus christ. Who the hell was this guy?

His tongue left not a single inch of your mouth untouched. His moans sounding like heaven in your mouth, not wanting to stop the boy in your hazy state. Your panties stood no chance against him. Knowing they were behind soaked at this point, clenching your legs together to create some type of friction.

"Mn- spence- stop. Please,"

"Please what sweet girl..." A moan left your moan at the sinful way he moaned your nickname, trying to push the brunette off your limbs not cooperating with what you were trying to convey.

"I think she said stop, Reid." A small shudder ran down your spine at the cold tone of the taller man. Spencer just about snapped back into reality, realizing he was doing all of these activities in front of his boss. The bespectacled boy turned around less confident than he was when he was destroying your neck, his hold on you faltering.

"Hotch, it's okay. I just needed a breath-"

"You should know when to stop, Spencer. No matter what. You of all people should know this." His curt words were slicing through the sexual tension, leaving you standing there like two kids being scolded by their parents.

Spencer ran his hand through his tousled curls, chest rising up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Your now empty hands fiddled with the metal hanging around your neck nervously, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I think this is a good time to call it a night," Your words landed on deaf ears, seeming that was the plan before Hotch had made his way over to you. "I'll go find Pen and Morgan."

Leaving Hotch and Spencer didn't seem like a smart idea at the time, but you just wanted to get out from in between them. Shaking your head at your antics, finding Penelope pretty quickly her giggly form told you she was pretty gone.

"Morgan, I think Hotch and I are ready to go. Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah, let me go get pretty boy. He asked if we could take him home as well." Your heart dropped even further into your stomach, hands fiddling with one another at the thought of being stuck with them again.

You brought this on yourself.

You did this to yourself.

Fuck me and these stupid ass men.

Your drunken state made the trip between the bar and into the car a haze, the only thing you knew was that you were sandwiched in between the hottest people you have ever seen in your life. Holding your hands around your body, in fear of them going and doing something stupid again.

Hotch's intense stare was focused on the road ahead, his knuckles a stark white. He was clutching his jeans in a tight grip, trying to hide his frustration from the soft girl beside him.

What did Spencer have that he didn't?

Was is that he was young and cute?

Was it all of his fun facts that kept her wrapped around his finger?

Maybe she thinks I'm too old for her.

His subconscious was feeding him every possible scenario, believing them over and over. Before he could dig a deeper hole for himself, the sound of car doors opening snapped him out of his trance. His eyes fixating on your house, not having realized they had already arrived.

Spencer held the door open for you, his hand extended to you as you thanked him softly.

"Want me to walk you to your door?"

Yes please.

Before you could argue back, your body had already accepted his offer slipping your arm through his. Turning around to face the car, biding everyone a farewell your eyes hesitating over Hotch's. Not being able to ignore the unrecognizable emotion written all over his face.

"Morgan, you can go ahead without me. He can just spend the night here. What's the worst that could happen?"

The sound of Morgan laughing at his choice of words made the vein on the side of Hotch's forehead throb, trying to ignore the suggestive tone in Morgan's response.

"Don't have too much fun with him, sweet girl. I want him at work on time and in one piece."

A small giggle left your lips, saluting the chauffeur as Spencer led you away. The soft chirps from the crickets were all that you could hear, the cold air feeling nice on your sweaty frame.

"I hope you're okay with me spending the night- I know we've slept in the same room together before, but if it's too much I'll just sober up for a bit and head on home. Should take me about an hour and 37 minutes to be fully sober-" Spencer rambled grabbing a hold of your keys, expertly opening your front door as he held it open for you. Your scent slapped him right in his face as he made his way inside, locking the door behind him flicking the lights on.

Your house screamed you.

All of your little knick knacks around the house, the way you decorated your house just made sense.

It was like he could see your exact thought process on where you had placed your furniture, the decorations.

The colors you picked all worked well with each other.

Whoever walked in and saw your place would be able to know what kind of person you were.

Spencer had only seen your house from the entrance of your front door, but seeing it in all of its intimate details made him feel a little warm.

A smile making its way onto his lips as he locked eyes on a picture of you and the BAU team. Everyone in the picture was smiling straight at the camera; except for you. Your head was thrown back a laugh frozen in your expression, your fingers on Spencer's bicep whose arm was resting happily beside you. He could see the fondness in his eyes, noting the way everyone just moved into you. Spencer remembers this day in a fonder memory than he does every other day- he was able to have a special part of you that no one else could touch.

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"Did you know that Texas' state flower is the bluebonnet?"

"I always thought they were more of a weed." Morgan questioned, tucking his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt. You smacked his arm at his comment.

The team was currently on a case in Texas. More specifically, on the side of a highway in Texas. The sound of people speeding by made you a little nervous, but you felt safe surrounded by all of your fellow co-workers. That and the fact that the sun was your biggest enemy at the moment. You had lived in Texas for the longest before pursuing the F.B.I., the agonizing sun reminding you of one of the worst and best things about Texas.

Currently sporting your not work appropriate tank top and some bootcut jeans to match your matching cowboy boots. It was hotter than a mother, no one would say anything about the dress code as long as you were still able to move.

You figured what better time to bring out your pride and joy than now.

Elle hadn't stopped growling at you the second she had seen your outfit, whispering sweet nothings to you in spanish. 

Making you wonder why you hadn't pursued Elle any sooner.

"That's rude." Crouching down by the blooming field of blue, touching the petals lightly. "They're a gorgeous flower. Their color is so vibrant! The petals look like the bonnets women used to wear on their heads- look!"

"I think you've been hanging around pretty boy too much, sweet girl."

"If I was, I would have been able to tell you that bluebonnets are a part of the pea family and of the-"

"- North American lupinus genus." Spencer finished for you, a wide smile coating his features dimples poking out. His cheeks a bright red, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

The brunette was dressed in semi different attire, a pair of black sunglasses hanging off the tip of his nose. He rid of his usual cardigan leaving him in just his baby blue button up, the top button undone leaving his glistening collarbone exposed. You had barely been able to concentrate when he looked that good. Licking your lips slyly as you eyed the taller man from your position on the grass.

Morgan rolled his eyes at the boys words. His hand reaching down to grab your hand lifting you from your dazed state, a giggle left your lips as he about hoisted you off the ground.

"Thank you, handsome." Teasing the dark haired man who just smirked at your flirting, wrapping an arm around your waist. Immediately regretting the decision as the heat between the two of you became unbearable pretty fast. Before you could split, you felt a someone jump on your back their arms wrapping around your neck . Turning to face JJ who was giggling at her current position atop your back.

"JJ, what in the-"

"Hey! No group hug without me!" Penelope shouted, running towards you a huge grin etched on her face. A bubble of laughter tumbled out of your lips, her shorter frame placing itself directly next to Morgan's who happily wrapped her up as well. Elle had somehow snuck in as well, her body lying horizontally on the plush grass. She fanned herself with a manila folder, her hair blowing in the small gusts of wind.

"Come here, pretty boy."

"Oh no, I'm perfectly okay not being surrounded by sweaty bodies-"

"Spence! Get your big ass over here," At the sound of your sweet voice hitting his eardrums he trekked over to you. Derek had moved over so he could be in the middle, alongside the girls giggling frame as she held onto JJ tightly. Spencer gently rested his arm against yours, not wanting to invade your personal space but you had other plans. Happily resting your unoccupied hand on his bicep, squeezing him happily a huge grin on your face.

"Everyone smile for the camera." The sound of Gideons voice made everyone get in position, their sweaty faces looking at the older man who bore amused expressions on his face. Your hand never once faltered on Spencer's arm.

He knew it was medically impossible; but his heart felt like it was going at light speed. Trying to regulate his breathing as he grinned at the camera.

"Sweets. What do you a call a small pepper in late autumn?"

The most genuine laugh that could ever come out of you bubbled out, throwing your head back at Gideons question. The rest of the group eyed you with a bewildered look on their faces, except for a pair of hazel eyes. Spencer bore the most awed and adoring gazes he could ever bare, as they saw her wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. 

"A little chili!"

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Spencer chuckled at the memory, setting the picture frame back down.

"Of course not. I- I was kind of hoping you would want to anyway," The blood rushed to your face fiddling with the back of the couch behind you, facing the taller man with a smile on your lips. "I can't guarantee that I will be able to do a whole lot of talking tonight."

"Whys that, sweet girl?"

The name slid off of his tongue deliciously, clenching your thighs together as you fumbled to find the words. You felt the air shift almost instantly, eyeing his frame his hands tucked into the front of his slacks.

"I think- I um- my brain would be able to form coherent sentences when I'm not as intoxicated as I am right now. I'm not drunk- by any means. But I definitely wouldn't trust the words leaving my mouth. They would just be screaming at you to just shut up and kiss me-"

Spencer took your words literally his body moving before he could process it. Slamming his lips against yours. Your body instinctively followed him, fumbling your fingers into his feather soft hair. The brunette moaned into your mouth, pressing you against the back of the couch his grip on your hips tight.

A soft whine left his lips as you grinded against his half hard member, not wasting any time in sliding his slender fingers under the hem of your dress trailing it up your thighs ever so slowly. Your hands fumbled to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons like second nature exposing more of his torso.

"I can't believe- mm- that you're kissing me right now- fuck me."

A deep chuckle rumbled his chest, his lips parting from your already marked neck. Spencer wouldn't bring himself to admit that he liked seeing you covered in hickeys. Hickeys that he made.

"Jump up for me sweets." Following his instructions without hesitation, your legs wrapping around his waist hands cupping your thighs tightly. The bespectacled boy made his way around the couch, gently sitting down with your legs on either side of him. "Fuck... you look gorgeous. I just want to eat you out so bad."

Moaning at his confession, instinctively grinding against his now too tight slacks. Spencer's mouth was parted as he eyed you in awe, his hands guiding your hips back and forth on his cock. Your clit was getting all the friction it could possibly get with only your panties to cover your soaked cunt. Feeling your arousal seep through the thin material, leaving a wet spot on his dark pants.

"Pretty girl... oh you're so pretty when you moan." Spencer's praise went straight to your head grinding on him at an embarrassing speed on his lap, his hands groping your exposed skin his finger trailing along the hem of your panties.

"Spence- please. I need your mouth. Your cock- fuck- just anything please."

Spencer could come right then and there if you had asked him to, shoving you off his hips laying you flat on the couch your legs spread wide open. He shrugged his shirt off exposing his slender body your shaking fingers trailing down his torso making their way to his waistband.Shaking his head at your needy whines, laying on his stomach to get closer to your soaked panties. A soft moan left your lips as he wrapped his arms around your thighs getting comfortable, his warm breath fanning over your leaking cunt.

"Please don't hold back on me, sweet girl."

Before you could utter any words of protest, Spencer had slid your panties to the side and licked a stripe up your slit. Hissing at the sensation of him on your swollen clit, bucking your hips up. He chuckled against you looking up at you through his lashes, enjoying the view of you gripping the couch cushions in a tight grip. Taking a deep breath as he delved in, his mouth leaving not a single inch of you untouched.

He moaned at the taste of you feeling himself getting addicted to your arousal his lips wrapping around your clit, feeling his cock harden at the sinful sounds leaving your lips. Your head was thrown back chest heaving up and down, your fingers trying to find something to grasp. 

"My hair."

"Mm?"

"Your hands- grab my hair." Without a second thought you trailed your hands to his head full of curls, allowing your fingers to tug on his feather soft hair. A guttural moan leaving his lips, sending waves of pleasure down your legs. "Just like that."

Spencer adjusted his hold on your thighs his free hand toying with your clit as he used his tongue to fuck your spongy walls.

"Jesus- fuck. God, Spencer. Please..."

"Mmm" He hummed against your puffy lips, not faltering his movements as he eased two of his slender fingers inside your warmth. Feeling as full as you did should be illegal, clenching your eyes shut as he fucked you gingerly not wanting to make you cum quite yet. "I want to see your eyes, sweet girl."

Fluttering your eyes open locking eyes with his dark eyes. The sight of your glossy eyes was enough to make him want your cum to coat his cock, speeding up his slick fingers carefully inserting a third feeling you clench around him. 

"Fuck! Yes… please don’t stop-"

A pair of sticky lips pressed against yours shoving his tongue in your mouth as he fumbled with his slacks, tossing them elsewhere. He couldn't be bothered to remove either of your garments, tugging his cock out of his briefs a soft hiss leaving his lips at the freeing sensation. Stroking his slick covered hand over his cock, coating it in your sweet juices. 

"I'm on the pill. Please. I just want your cock deep inside of me," You blabbered out too far in your haze to form coherent sentences. A soft chuckle left his lips, lining himself up with your cunt enjoying the way you shivered at the sensation of his leaking cock against your abused hole. "Spence.."

"I know pretty girl. I just want to soak up every bit of this,"

Soft gasps left your lips as he eased inside your walls, his scrunched up face let you know he was trying to hold back. Taking matters into your own hands wrapping your legs around his hips, using your entwined feet to push him deeper into you bottoming out.

"Fuck..."

"Fuck me like you mean it."

His eyes darkened even further, snapping his hips against yours a loud moan leaving your swollen lips. Pulling out all the way enjoying your whines of protests, his body seeming to move without him needing to think .

Fucking you like he had never dreamt of anyone before, soft pants leaving his body as he felt the coil tightening inside. 

He didn't want to stop.

Not when you looked so heavenly yet oh so sinful below him. 

Your hair was splayed on the couch, your doe eyes looking up at him as he destroyed your pretty little cunt. The sound of his cock squelching with every thrust would be engraved in his brain forever, quite literally. Already replaying every moment in his head, as he leaned down to press a feverish kiss to your lips wanting to inhale every bit of you.

You tasted so sweet. 

Oh so sweet. 

Your cunt tasted just as sweet as your lips did. He couldn't get enough. Your walls clenched around his cock, a groan leaving his lips giving you a harsh thrust enjoying the loud sounds he was able to pull from you.

Having been on the edge this entire time, his cock feeling like a heaven sent. You didn't want this to end, having stopped yourself from cumming like your life depended on it. Not being able to hold it back anymore your hands clawing at his back for something to hold.

Taking one look at his face, his glasses had been tossed somewhere on your rug. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the sounds leaving your body. A small whine left your mouth as you took every inch of him in.

"Jesus... Spence. I'm-"

"Cum for me sweet girl... I'm right behind you," He mumbled into your lips his tongue having found his way back into your mouth. Those words were all you needed to hear, arching your back off the couch a groan leaving your lips as you writhed under him.

Every last inch of your body felt numb. Everything had gone foggy. Feeling a new wave of content wash over you as you began to climb down from your orgasm. 

The feeling of Spencers thrusts speeding up made you tighten your hold on his back your nails digging into the soft flesh. Heavy grunts escaped his lips at every thrust, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. The sight of your lips parted open, your breasts bouncing with the harshness of his thrusts sent him over the edge his hips sputtering with every snap of his hips.

Shooting ribbons of his cum deep inside your velvety walls, a soft moan leaving your body at the filling sensation. The brunette didn't dare move his body tingling as his chest heaved up and down.

A soft giggle broke him out of his trance, his eyes snapping up to your flushed face. Your hands were covering your face as you giggled into your hands, peeking an eye open at the confused boy.

"Wha-"

"Morgan is going to absolutely murder me. Look at the state of your neck," Your comment send the two of you into a fit of giggles, shaking his head at the girl who looked up at him with a wide smile. Your eyes blown wide open eyeing him with something he couldn't quite place.

Where had he seen that look before?

His mind immediately blanked, only being able to focus on one thing flashing in his mind. 

The picture.

The picture of him and the team. The only person looking down at you; was him. The same twinkle in your eye as you eyed him flushed face was one he had seen on his face countless of times. Feeling his heart rate pick up tucking a strand of your hair behind your eyes, enjoying the warming of your cheeks under his large hands. Spencer couldn't believe someone as sweet as you was his.

 Who could have ever know?

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hey you lovely’s! i’ve been watching criminal minds for like the first time ever!! and i’ve been obsessed with just about every character on that show. please, if you want to send me any requests feel free to do so <3 i think i’d be open to write just about anyone and everything so :p thank you guys!!!! lots of love and kisses

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a/n: GUYS WHAT PLEASE IM SCARED. FILTHY. let me know if yall enjoy <3. this is my first criminal minds fic. considering making an aaron option??????? lmk if i should pursue

Soft mornings

{Mornings with Spencer Reid are a rare but welcomed thing}

I finally started watching CM!! and this my first time writing for Spencer so I’m kinda nervous! Anyway, I hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕💕

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The sun peaks from between the pewter grey clouds, slipping between the gasp in the curtains as it casts beams of light across the bedroom, spilling up the walls and ceiling, a calm breeze pushes through the open window that you must’ve forgotten to shut last night, a mistake you come to feel grateful for, as you snuggle closer to a snoring Spencer Reid.

You smile at the way his hands find themselves dipping underneath your shirt settling against your belly, smoothing over to rest on your waist. He mumbles something completely incoherent as he nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck and it’s only when his lips graze against your ear do you hear the quiet words, ‘Good morning’.

“Good morning angel” you whisper as he nuzzles his nose against your shoulder laughing at the sweet nickname that makes his chest feel all fluttery.

His fingers trace mindless patterns against your skin, “How are you so warm?” He asks, shivering slightly as the morning coldness seeps into the room, his legs entangled with yours as he tries to cipher your body heat.

You giggle as you gently run your fingers through his tangled bed hair, “Maybe it’s because my six foot one boyfriend practically sleeps on top of me” you tease, feeling the way he smirks against your shoulder.

He meekly shakes his head in disagreement, knowing all too well that what you’re saying isn’t very far from a lie, he doesn’t say anything, instead, he basks in the warmth of your body, his heart so full of love as your arms wrap around him keeping him from moving, not that he’d want to.

“Well you forgot to shut the window- maybe you like it” he quips nuzzling himself impossibly closer to you, and you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips, a sound Spencer could never get bored of.

A minute or so passes as you both lay wrapped up with each other, enjoying the loving warmth that blankets the pair of you, it’s safe here in your arms, he thinks to himself as you lean to pepper ticklish kisses to his shoulders.

“Do you want coffee?” You ask, smiling as he looks up at you with those pretty brown eyes of his, his lips stretched into a tight smile, and you can’t help but admire the morning sun that speckles over his face.

“Hmm- yes, please” he can feel himself blush at the way you marvel at him and he can’t quite believe that you’re actually looking at him, like that, like he means the world to you, and he does.

He closes his eyes as you lean to press a kiss to the small beauty mark that sits above his eyebrow, a habit of yours he picked up on quite early, and the soft feeling makes his heart melt.

“Yeah that means you’re going to have to release me Spence” you smile as he rest his head against your chest.

“Oh- Right, sorry-” he gives you a breathy giggle as he untangles himself from you, watching as you climb out of the bed to only slip on a jumper to savour the little heat you have, and you disappear out the bedroom door.

Spencer suddenly misses the warmth, misses you, which is stupid because he knows you’re in the kitchen making him his morning coffee, but that doesn’t stop the yearning that overcomes his heart, a yearning that only you seem to have the power to stop and so he stretches before following you into the kitchen.

You’re humming some tune as you plop three teaspoons of sugar into the hot beverage stirring carefully as you tap your fingers against the marbled countertops to some tune you have stuck in your head.

Spencer can’t help but watch from the doorframe with love in his eyes, he clears his throat making himself known before he walks up behind you, his arms wrap around your waist and his hands dip underneath your shirt as they settle against your belly.

“Missed me already?” You ask as he peppers soft kisses against your jaw.

“I always miss you love” he whispers, resting his chin on your shoulder and you feel yourself go giddy at the softness that bleeds into his tone.

There’s a certain heaviness to his words that you’re both aware of, time was a precious thing for you and Spencer and you knew that going into the relationship, so it made mornings like this much more special.

You turn around to face him your hands cupping either side of his jaw, “Well it’s a good job we’ve got the whole day together, huh?” Your thumb grazes along his warm cheek as you press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, he nods stuttering a quiet ‘y-yeah it is’.

Spending mornings together without the pressure of getting to work on time was such a rare thing that it felt so odd whenever you got days off, the peaceful atmosphere that settles over the both of you was strange but certainly not unwelcome.

You weren't racing against time today. You try to rack your head for ideas of how to spend your day off together as you sit down next to him at the table, “Hm, the whole day with Spencer Reid, what a pleasure” he turns to face you with a bashful smile, “Is there anything you want to do?” You ask, watching as he contemplates the question.

“Um, I-I don’t mind as long as I’m with you,” he says with a soft chuckle, wincing at the way his voice quivers ever so slightly, and you can’t help the butterflies.

You giggle, brushing your hand against his warm cheek, noticing the redness that tints his face and he doesn’t hesitate to lean into your loving touch.

“Real smooth Spence” you tease tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Thanks- I try my best,” he says taking a sip of his coffee, his hand entwining with yours as you both listen in on the small radio that plays.

“Well, why don’t we start with breakfast first?” You suggest and he nods, with that look in his eyes, the same look he gives before he goes off rambling.

“Yes, we should actually, breakfast is considered the most important meal of the day as it replenishes your supply of glucose to boost your energy levels and alertness, while also providing other essential nutrients required for good health— in fact, a study-“ he catches himself, clearing his throat.

Spencer swears his heart stops as you look at him with the kindest eyes he’s ever seen, you’re really listening to him, “Right, breakfast, we should- we should have breakfast” he smiles as you press a kiss to his forehead.

“Blueberry pancakes?” You suggest watching as his eyes light up with excitement and he quickly stands up with you as he gathers the ingredients.

You nudge his hip with yours gently as he stumbles out of your way as you take the blueberries from the fridge, “Oh- remember to actually wait until it’s finishing cooking before you go all flip crazy” he reminds you as you scoff playfully at him.

“Oh come on, that was one time Spence” you huff, he helps you prepare the pancake batter with shared laughter as you both make an inevitable mess of the countertops, and there is no one else he’d rather spend his days off with than you.

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Nightmares

{You have a nightmare on the jet and Spencer comforts you}

Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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Nightmares were something that practically comes hand in hand with your job, I mean it was only natural that you would get them. Hotch said himself that he would be more worried if you didn’t get them and you suppose he’s right.

They were never easy to get through, the overwhelming weight that sits against your chest or how your heart seems to completely freeze with fear in your rib cage. You can’t really do anything to stop your own mind from betraying you.

If you had known that one of these particular nightmares would invade your exhausted mind you might’ve thought twice before sleeping on the jet's sofa.

You were curled up, knees tucked towards your chest with Spencer's cardigan draped over you as you slept. Spencer didn’t sleep instead he chose to fiddle with the pack of cards, flicking through them, silently thinking. He would occasionally glance over to you making sure you were okay.

He was observant, he noticed the way your eyebrows pulled together with an almost painful expression, how your lip quivered ever so slightly and his chest tightened at the pitiful whimpers that were muffled behind your clenched teeth.

He’s quick to kneel beside the sofa, rushing to your side. His fingers brush against your warm cheek as he tries to coax you from your nightmare. And he’s glad for your sake that everyone has fallen asleep, not that you should be ashamed, he’s told you millions of times there’s nothing to be ashamed about, but yet the mind is a very complex thing.

He watches in panic as your breathing becomes more and more erratic, and he feels hopeless. There’s nothing he can do but entwine his hand with yours hoping that it would bring you some kind of comfort.

“You’re okay, I’m right here” he whispers, keeping his voice down as he glances over his shoulder.

Emily was resting her head against JJ’s shoulder, both sleeping despite the uncomfortable position. Hotch, Derek even Gideon had all fallen asleep. He couldn’t blame them, tonight had dragged on for what felt like years.

It always seemed to be the same thing, your nightmares. Running towards something and never getting there fast enough and recently it had been Spencer that plages your mind. His voice calls for you weakly somewhere within the abyss and to try so hard to get to him, but your attempts are fruitless, and all you were met with are horrid images of him.

You gasp, scrambling to sit up with your shaky hand against your chest, your eyes brimming with tears as you look down at Spencer, sighing in relief, he's okay. He sits next to you a cautious smile etched onto his lips.

“I’ve got you- you’re okay,” he says as he holds you close, his arms wrapped securely around your body as you take deep breaths, your head resting against his shoulder.

He can feel your heartbeat and the way your shoulders shake as you try to stifle the cries that fall from your lips, his hand soothes the expanse of your back as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Spence, I- I can’t- I couldn’t” Your voice is hoarse and strained, and the sound sends pain ricocheting throughout his chest and it only makes him hold you tighter.

He presses a delicate kiss to your temple before he pulls away slightly, his hands gently grasping at your forearms as he studies your teary face.

“I’m okay, see? I’m right here” he promises taking your shaky hands, bringing them to cup either side of his face, "We're almost home". He knows your fears and how they seep into your subconscious mind, most importantly how they all seem to revolve around him.

It hurts him to know that he’s the cause of your worries and it hurts him even more knowing that he can’t really do anything, but what he can do is comfort you when they get bad, to bring you back to shore and hold you close to him, and he does without complaint. He loves taking care of you.

You nod your head as your thumb grazes along his cheek. Your eyes scan over his face, “I’m sorry” you whisper, resting your hands on his lap as he holds them, his thumb smoothing over the curves of your knuckles.

He looks at you with slight confusion, “No, you don't have to apologise- it’s what I’m here for” The compassion that bleeds into his tone and the way his gentle eyes never leave yours makes your chest tighten.

Spencer Reid was the kindest person you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, he had so much love to give. You were so happy that he shared his love with you.

He smiles as he wipes away the stray tears, “I love you Spencer” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his.

“I love you too” he presses a loving kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away. He taps his lap motioning for you to rest your head and you do so, enjoying the way he gently plays with your hair.

He looks down at you with love-filled eyes, “I’m right here- with you, I promise, I’m not going anywhere” he tells you, watching how you fight the sleep that hangs over you like a storm cloud.

You decide to trust his words, letting yourself relax into his touch as he drapes his cardigan back over your shoulders, and you both soon find yourselves in a dreamless sleep.

The jet will land soon, and you’ll both be woken by the teasing words of your friends. If you both knew that then maybe the pair of you would’ve thought twice before falling asleep on the jet's sofa together.

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Missing Lego bricks

{You come home to Spencer losing his mind over Lego pieces}

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Spencer, for the most part, is a level-headed person that’s what he likes to think at least. But right now at this moment, he thinks he might just go insane. He’s looked everywhere, in every nook and cranny of his living room and he’s starting to regret all of the books he leaves haphazardly around.

You had got him the typewriter Lego set for his birthday, and he was completely over the moon. In fact, he had even cried a little at the heartfelt gift, it was the first time in a while where his birthday didn’t feel like such a dreadful experience.

He remembers it so very fondly. How your eyes glistened with excitement as you watch him unwrap the present, the way your eyes crinkled with joy. He had rambled off about the history of typewriters to you a couple of times and in all honesty, it warmed his heart to know that you actually listen to him.

“Baby? I’m home” you call out hanging your coat on the hanger as walk further into his apartment. He would have greeted you and helped you with your coat and bags whilst sneaking in a shy kiss or two, but he was completely and utterly hung up on this lost Lego piece, he’s starting to think it might’ve just simply disappeared.

You smile, standing in the archway, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before threading his fingers through his hair, his eyes scanning over the floor.

“You lost something?” You ask, and he perks up with surprise as if he didn’t even hear you come in.

He's quick to grab the instruction manual off the floor before jogging over to you, tripping over the stack of books that sit beside the coffee table. “This one- I’ve looked everywhere baby and I can’t find it, it’s just gone,” he tells you, pointing to the rouge piece of Lego.

You look over to the half-built typewriter noticing the way he had separated the different parts into small piles.

“Well it’s gotta be around here somewhere,” you tell him and he sighs, looking at you with disbelief.

Spencer is adamant as he shakes his head, “It’s not- it’s just poof, gone” he explains, his hands gesturing in every which way as he tries to get his point across. And you can’t stop the little giggle that slips from your lips, he looks like he’s going to lose it.

“Don’t laugh- this is a serious problem” he tells you watching as you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle your laughter.

“Okay, I’ll help you find it,” you tell him as he thanks you softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You both search for the tiny piece of plastic for a good minute or so. Moving the furniture around as you check in every corner of the room, looking behind all the books.

Then it hits you as you look over at the couch, “Have you looked under the sofa yet?” You ask. He frowns pushing the sleeves of his jumper up to his elbows as he scoffs at you.

“Looked under the sofa? Yes of course I did” he says, and you can tell from the way he fiddles with the strings of his jumper and the smirk that teeters on his lips that he’s lying.

You go and make some snarky comment something along the lines of ‘for a genius that was pretty dumb’ he could already hear it before the sentence could even leave your lips.

“Don’t even say anything” he says, a playful look flicking through his eyes as you purse your lips trying to stop the growing smile. You watch as he walks over to the sofa carefully stepping over the Legos that were neatly placed on the floor.

He picks up the edge of the sofa lifting it up slightly with a small grunt as you check underneath the couch and there it was a small grey Lego brick.

“Got it!- there you go pretty boy” You hand him the piece of plastic, watching as his eyes light up he. He thanks you as he walks back over to his place on the floor.

You join him on the wooden floor, your thigh against his knee as you watch him as he continues to build the typewriter, “Can I help you?” You ask, handing him the bricks.

He looks over at you, admiring just how pretty you are with those love-filled doe eyes of his. He presses a kiss to your temple. “Yeah of course you can sweetheart” he tells you, shuffling to make room for you.

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AN/ just wanna say that my requests are open! {I can also write for Emily Prentiss!} 💕

Candlelit kisses

{When your apartment complex loses power you and Spencer have a sleepover leading you to both share your first kiss}

It’s a long one. Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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The last thing you were expecting today was a power cut this late into the night, and perhaps that’s why you let out a little yelp with a jump when Spencer knocks at your door causing you to almost drop the small tealight that you were lighting.

“Hey, is your power out too?” You ask, and he nods with a slightly frustrated sigh, his eyebrows knit together as he tries not to drop the papers and books he’s holding against his chest.

You and Spencer have been neighbours for a while now and somewhere along the line, you two got closer. He would come over almost every Friday, sometimes he even stayed over, well more like he would accidentally fall asleep and you never had the heart to wake him up.

“I can’t work like this” he complains walking into your apartment as he drops his work onto your kitchen table. You can practically feel the stress radiating from him as he rolls his shoulders, it was strange seeing him so tensed up.

You walk over to him with a flashlight, “Well hello to you too Spencer, oh yeah no, my day has been good” you sarcastically ramble, and he lets out a dry chuckle looking over at you as you sit down next to him.

“Sorry, I just— it’s a big inconvenience” he sighs once again as he rakes his fingers through his hair. Your hand rests on his shoulder as you give him a gentle look, soothing his arm.

You flick the flashlight on illuminating the table, “Yeah you’re telling me— but hey, I could be your very own personal lamp” you say trying to lighten up the mood, but your attempts are fruitless, and you frown when he shakes his head with a heavy sigh.

In all honesty, Spencer doesn’t want to do any work tonight. He wants to play silly board games with you, only to catch you cheating horribly and watch as you try and defend yourself through a fit of giggles. He wants, more than anything, to just hold you and go to sleep.

“Sorry, I just barged in here complaining- I’ll- I'll leave” he panics slightly. Your relationship is still new, everything felt so thrilling and Spencer is terrified of messing up somehow because he's so insanely in love with you. He doesn’t want to lose this feeling or you, ever.

“Spencer what?— don’t be silly, I don’t mind you staying here you know that” You try to stop him from gathering up his stuff but he’s stubborn as he makes his way towards your door, completely ignoring you.

He stops when you tug on his elbow, “Don’t leave, please” you mumble deciding to swallow your pride, “It’s really dark in here and I don’t want to be alone” you whisper, feeling a little childish but it was true nonetheless.

Your apartment was completely engulfed in darkness, the only thing lighting it was the small tealights that you scattered around, and the cool light of the moon, that splayed across the room. But yet even that made it seem scarier, something out of a horror movie.

Spencer thinks he might melt by how sweet you sound, you wanted him to stay and the thought of you needing him makes him feel all floaty inside.

“Okay, yeah I’ll stay,” he says, smiling softly as he watches your face light up with excitement. He wasn’t too much of a fan of the dark either, the mystery of what might linger within the shadows always seemed much too daunting. Something he couldn’t shake even as he got older.

You clasp your hands together with a smile, “Oh!- I have something actually” his eyebrows furrow with slight confusion as he watches you disappear into your bedroom, but not before your turn around, “I’ll be one second” you inform him, he responds with a quiet, ‘okay?’ Still confused by what’s going on in that wonderful mind of yours.

He sets his work back down on your kitchen table, deciding that it’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. You soon return with a globe-shaped night light in hand, “Spencer Reid, be prepared to be amazed” you smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little excited watching you click the batteries into the light.

You set it down on the coffee table before pressing the small button, a hopeful gleam in your eyes, silently praying that it will still work. And it does, the light shines in different colours projecting stars and moons onto the walls and ceiling. Spencer looks around the room, turning around as he does, admiring the way the room is suddenly lit up with warm colours.

“There was a study that found red to be the best colour to fall asleep to as it increases the production of melatonin,” he says, eyes still focused on the stars and moons that litter across the room in an orangey hue. He looks over to you and he goes to ramble off about night lights and their pros and cons but he finds himself completely taken back.

Spencer can practically feel the words leave his mind, and all his thoughts are replaced with you, how pretty you look underneath the warm light. He notices how your soft skin glows and the way your eyes seem to glisten, he doesn’t think there’s anyone in the world who compares to your beauty, in fact, he knows there isn’t. You’re so radiant, and he hopes that the smile your wearing is because of him.

You go bashful once you realise what’s happening, he’s looking at you as if you were a piece of art, sculpted by the gods. And he has those love-filled eyes, the same look he had when he finally asked you out on a date.

“You- you’re beautiful,” he tells you as if it was an undeniable fact, his voice so quiet that you almost miss it. Your smile breaks wider with his gentle words.

You can’t help but giggle, you felt so giddy inside. A feeling you haven’t felt in such a long time and it warms you. “Thank you Spence” you smile.

He feels almost prideful at your reaction, a feeling that settles in his chest blooming through to his heart and it takes his breath away, although you always have that effect on him no matter what you do.

There’s a beat of silence. “So, what about a game of Uno?” You suggest sitting down on the carpet as you reach for the box, patting the floor as an invitation for him to sit, “Loser pays for dinner” You wiggle your eyebrows and he chuckles joining you on the floor.

There is no winning when it comes to Spencer and board games, especially when it’s Uno. In all honesty, you regret going through the rules so intently with him. It’s impossible to win for a multitude of reasons. One because he’s so incredibly smart, and two because he’s a profiler, he can tell when you’re bluffing from a mile away.

So you’ve resorted to hiding cards underneath your thigh, and it worked for a solid minute, then he gives you a look as if to say ‘I know what you’re doing’ and the chuckle that unceremoniously leaves you doesn’t exactly help defend you.

“You’re totally cheating!” He claims, noticing how you’re three cards less than before. You gasp, a hand against your chest as you look at him with shock.

“Cheating? I wouldn’t” you exaggerate your offence, leaning forward to try and take a peak at his remaining cards, but he’s fast to hold them against his chest.

You take the cards from his hands, dodging his hands as he tries to grab them from you. “I would’ve won anyway, and you know it, that’s why hid those cards under your thigh- you know you probably would’ve won if you played your cards correctly, but you’re-” he blabs on, not even noticing how close you are to him. It’s not until your lips are against his that he completely falls silent, taken back by the sudden closeness.

You shock yourself a little too, it was almost as if you had no control it just happened. You push away from him, consumed by a sudden surge of panic.

“I’m so sorry Spencer- I” he grabs your hands before you lose yourself to your own worry, and beneath the dim lights you can see the slightest red dust against his cheeks.

“No!- it’s okay, I- I erm, I liked it actually” he tells you with an almost hopeful smile that you’ll do it again.

You smile back at him and this time you decide to simply ask, “Can I kiss you again? Properly this time” You study his face for any signs of discomfort, and there is none. He nods whispering a bashful, ‘Of course, you can'

And without missing a beat his hands rest on either side of your face and he meets you halfway, his supple lips against yours, a movement that seems to come so naturally to the pair of you. It’s sweet and gentle, and there’s the slightest taste of peppermint and something else, him.

Spencer thinks his heart might just jump out of his chest it’s beating so hard and he swears you hear it too or worse his thoughts. He can’t believe that this is happening, with you.

You tilt your head to urge him closer, your tongue against his and he loses himself. His hold changes as if he’s scared to let you go, that you might not be real, that all of this is just pretend. He kisses you with urgency as if you might just disappear.

You pull back to rest your forehead against his, “Spencer, I’m not going anywhere- you can slow down” you tell him, your tone so gentle as you take his hands guiding them away from your face to rest on your lap.

He nods against you, “I'm sorry- it just, feels too good to be true I guess” he admits, noticing the way you squeeze his hand, your thumb grazing against the curves of his knuckles.

“You don’t have to apologise- just know I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying right here with you” you whisper, brushing his hair behind his ear as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, then another to his cheek then to the corner of his mouth and so on.

You pepper kisses against his face until he’s laughing, trying to push you away and the sound makes your heart clench with love, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of hearing.

“You're still paying for dinner by the way,” he says lips grazing against yours. And just when you’re about to kiss him, in an attempt to persuade him otherwise, the lights turn on and it’s then you can really see him, in much better lighting. Rosy cheeks and glossy love-sick eyes, and you think you fall for him ten times harder.

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