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The Stranger | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Your usual CriMi stuff. Guns. Someone's being shot.

Author's note: Was on my nth rewatch when I thought about this. It's basically season 6 episode 21 - The Stranger. This isn't any good, but I needed to let the idea out and figured I could share it with you.

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“It’s so unnecessary. There’s too much blood and gore and… bleh…”

When Spencer invited me to the horror movie festival at the cinema complex in town, I didn’t expect it to be a group activity. For a stupid, naive moment, I thought the resident genius had actually asked me out on a date but when Penelope and Derek rocked up, I realized it wasn’t a date.

I had been working at the BAU for about four years. When I first started working there, it was very hard for me to merge with the already super tight group. I didn’t want to impose, so I merely stayed in the background and only did what was asked of me. Until there was one time where I didn’t agree with our boss, Aaron Hotchner, and told that right to his face.

Ever since, the team held me in high esteem, even Aaron.

It also brought me and Spencer closer together. Our bond had grown stronger on the field, and subsequently also off the field. I can’t remember at what point we started hanging out after work, too, but it was long before I actually started to develop feelings for my coworker.

So, when he asked me out to the movies, my heart leapt with joy.

I had donned a cute outfit, did my hair and makeup all prettily, despite having just come off a twelve-hour workday.

And then Penelope and Derek joined and I realized Spencer had not only asked me, but our coworkers, as well. It stung, at first, but in the end, I had such a nice time that I didn’t care for it as much anymore.

“Garcia, it’s a slasher film,” Spencer retorted to our blonde coworker. “How do you do a slasher film without violence?”

“You imply it,” Penelope said, almost angrily.

“Baby, the movie is called Slice 6. What were you expecting?” Derek questioned, grinning.

Penelope’s eyes widened, an answer at the ready. “Uh, a refreshing beverage with a twist of comedy.” Spencer and I chuckled at the same time, and our eyes met for a second. “I’m gonna have nightmares for a week.”

I tilted my head slightly so I could look past Spencer at Penelope. “With everything that we do and see on a daily basis, that got to you?” I asked her.

“Listen, Blaze, you may be all Sigourney Weaver ass-kicking tough, which is awesome–” I giggled at the nickname Penelope had baptized me with on that day I stood up against Hotch. “But the mystical mavens of innocence like myself jump at things that go bump in the night.”

Penelope was so intense and dramatic most times, it was my favorite thing about her.

“Why are you worried? I’m sure that Morgan will protect you,” Spencer added, then looked up at me to share in the upcoming joke. “As long as he’s not jumping out of his chair like a prepubescent schoolgirl.”

The three of us laughed at Derek’s expense before he started to defend himself. “The only reason I jumped is ‘cause you guys woke me up.”

“How could you sleep during that?” Penelope asked, grabbing onto Derek’s bicep. It gave me the urge to do the same with Spencer, but I withheld myself from doing so. Instead, I looked up at him and studied his features for a second.

His side profile really was remarkable. With his sharp jawline and his button nose. I liked his hair short, in comparison to how long it was just a year prior. I liked the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled and I liked how his tie was perpetually crooked. I knew I shouldn’t fall for my coworker, but with Spencer, you couldn’t help but fall for him.

“Villain,” Spencer’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“What?” Derek asked, which reassured me he wasn’t talking to me.

“In movies, UnSubs are called “villains”.”

Derek chuckled. “My bad.”

As the four of us continued our walk towards the car, I couldn’t help my mind to wander. While I was disappointed it wasn’t an actual date, I actually really enjoyed it. Mostly because I had Spencer whispering facts into my ear about the movie or things that didn’t make a lot of sense scientifically, calming the fear that had built up inside of me due to the suspense.

“Do you wanna know why horror movies are so successful?” Spencer then asked us.

I couldn’t help but smile while Derek asked, “Why’s that, Genius?”

“They prey on our instinctual need to survive,” he started. “In tribal days, a woman’s scream would signal danger and the men would return from hunting to protect their pack. That’s why it’s always the women and not the men who fall victim to the bogeyman.”

I smiled and finally stopped fighting my instincts to grab his arm. “Count on you, Reid, to break a movie down to science,” I said, softly squeezing the fabric of his coat. Almost like a secret code to tell him that I loved it when he whispered facts to me during the movie. “My favorite thing about horror movies is the suspense factor,” I then continued.

“Oh, the ticking clock,” Spencer added, eyes widened slightly for dramatic effect.

I wiggled my eyebrows, a grin tugging at my lips as I lowered my voice to a suspenseful hush. “The helpless victim walks through the dark… Shadows reaching out to get her.”

Then, Spencer went on, his voice lowering an octave to add a bit of spookiness to his own words. “A sudden noise draws her attention. Is someone there–” He leaned down to say in my ear, “or is it just in her head?”

“It’s totally unrealistic,” Penelope cut through our scary-movie-rundown. “No one should be walking through a dark alley by themselves at night.”

Derek cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself. “Hello?”

“Ah, no one should be walking through a dark alley without a Derek Morgan by their side,” Penelope corrected herself, grinning up at the man beside her.

“But the best part of a horror movie,” Spencer went on. “You never know when the end is gonna come.”

In my mind, I thought, I don’t think I wanna know when the end is gonna come, though I was only thinking of the end of our night.

“Well, I think the end of this lovely night has come,” Derek said when we had reached the cars and Pen was stifling a yawn. “Another day at work tomorrow,” he reminded us as though we needed it.

Spencer had carpooled with Penelope and Derek. They had just returned from work while I had to go home first to feed my cat. But instead of joining them by Derek’s car, he remained by my side, even though I had let go of his arm to do so. Seemingly having noticed this, Derek looked at his coworker.

“You coming with us, Reid?” he asked.

Glancing over at me, he shook his head. “I think we’ve learned from this movie that we should never leave a woman alone during the night. I’ll see to it that Blaze gets home safe.”

A flutter erupted in my stomach whilst heat crept up to my cheeks. I was lucky that it was so dark, so no one would be able to notice. “Oh, that’s fine, Spence. I’m sure I won’t be murdered on the way home.”

“No, I insist,” he said and stepped forward towards my car.

Penelope grinned and winked at me before saying, “Well, Blaze, seems you’ve got your very own knight in shining armor.”

Completely ignoring the effect this insinuation had on my body, I chuckled. “More like brains in shining armor, you mean.”

Only momentarily, and only to give me a hug, Penelope let go of Derek’s arm. “Tell him how you feel tonight,” she whispered into my ear.

Penelope Garcia was the sole confidante privy to my secret crush on Spencer. Surrounded by a team of keen profilers, one might assume others would catch on, yet fortunately, my feelings remained unnoticed by all except Penelope. It was she who skillfully coaxed the admission from me. Since then, our weekly girls' nights became a sanctuary, overflowing with ice cream and dissecting Spencer Reid's flirtations of the week. Penelope's enthusiasm often led me to believe Spencer reciprocated, only for reality to swiftly dispel such notions upon our next encounter.

“You know I won’t,” I whispered back, only to earn a glare from the blonde.

“Bye, my loves!” Penelope waved as she made a beeline towards Derek’s car.

Once Spencer and I had returned the goodbyes to our coworkers, we got into my car. Silence engulfed us, only broken by the soft hum of the engine and soon thereafter, the music playing from the radio. I felt a tingle on the back of my neck, suddenly completely aware that I was all alone with my best friend.

“Did you enjoy the movie?” He then asked when we drove off.

I hummed. “Mm-mmm, yeah. My favorite moment was when the slicer’s brother was in the closet. I did not see that coming.” From the corner of my eye, I caught Spencer’s wide smile and the nod of his head.

“Yeah, I noticed that. I believe you nearly broke my hand from how hard you were squeezing it.”

My cheeks flushed again at the memory of us holding hands during the movie, just because I was scared. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, chuckling.

“No, don’t be,” he said. “I didn’t mind it.”

When I looked over at him for a split second, he was already looking at me, giving me a warm smile. Spencer had the most beautiful smile, one that reached his eyes with a twinkle. Not falling in love with this man was impossible.

During the car ride, the two of us rehashed our favorite parts of the movie before we lapsed into conversation about work. It was inevitable not to talk about the most recent case we had as it was still so fresh in our minds.

“Why don’t you come up for a moment?” Spencer asked when we had arrived at his place. “I can tell you’re still a bit shaken up from the case and the movie hasn’t done much good to help that feeling.”

I hesitated. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been to his apartment before, we’d spent many a day together after hours, just hanging out. But the idea that this evening was a date still haunted the back of my mind. Then again, the idea of being home alone with the anxiety still sitting on my chest didn’t entice me either.

“Uhm, sure,” I heard myself say before unbuckling and putting the car in park.

His apartment was cold when we walked in. We had been on the case for a couple of days, so Spencer had turned down the heating, of course. Whilst he took care of turning it back on, I kicked off my shoes and went to find a blanket to wrap around me in hopes it would warm me up a bit.

As I waited for Spencer to return, I replied to a couple of messages from my mother, my sister and Penelope that I had missed during the movie or, in the last case, during the drive home.

Tell him!!!

Penelope’s message read, but it was quickly forgotten when Spencer returned with cups of tea, handing one over to me before sitting down next to me. The steam of the hot beverage wafted in my face and the aroma of it alone told me it was chamomile tea, my favorite.

As Spencer and I settled onto the cozy couch, steaming cups of tea in hand, the ambiance of the dimly lit room enveloped us in a sense of tranquility. Conversation flowed effortlessly between us, seamlessly transitioning from discussions about our latest case to lighter, more random topics. Spencer's animated gestures and thoughtful insights never failed to captivate me, his intellect a constant source of admiration.

Lost in our exchange, time seemed to slip away unnoticed, until the credits of the movie we had intended to watch began to roll. With a shared chuckle, we realized we had become so engrossed in conversation that we hadn't even started the film. Determined not to let the evening go to waste, we decided to press play anyway.

However, the warmth of the room combined with the soothing rhythm of the movie soon lulled us into a state of relaxation. Before we knew it, our eyes grew heavy, and the soft cushions of the couch beckoned us into a peaceful slumber. Side by side, cups of tea empty on the coffee table, we drifted off into a contented sleep, the gentle glow of the screen casting a serene aura over the room.

I was startled awake the next morning by the sound of my phone ringing and buzzing on the coffee table. Slowly but surely, my brain started to wake too, which was the moment it dawned on me where I was and what was happening.

Spencer and I had fallen asleep on the couch, my head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me. The idea of it alone sent shivers down my spine. Though I couldn’t revel in the feeling for too long when my mind snapped back to the ringing on the coffee table.

Garcia was calling me.

“Hello?” I greeted, unsure about what she was calling me about.

“Sorry to be calling so early, my sweetling, but duty’s calling,” she informed me. “So, get Reid up and get your sweet asses to the BAU.” At the mention of his name, my eyes flicked towards Spencer next to me. He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, making him look like an adorable toddler.

The words finally registered in my brain, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion. “Wait– How do you–”

“I came to pick you up at your place, but when you weren’t here, I figured you’d have stayed at Spencer’s considering the movie we watched last night,” she explained with that cheeky tone in her voice that told me she was smirking all the way through.

I cleared my throat as I removed the blanket from my body. “Right – We’ll be right there.”

“Drive careful, my love. Toodaloo.”

Once Penelope had hung up, I nudged Spencer along. The two of us got ready in silence before heading out the door and getting into my car. We only stopped at the coffee shop at the corner of the street where Spencer got us both coffees.

Entering the BAU, the two of us were quickly joined by some of the team, though only Penelope shot me a knowing look at the outfit I was wearing; yesterday’s clothes. Rossi, however, was only interested in hearing about the movie we watched, which Spencer was all too happy to divulge into.

“What we didn’t see coming was that the slicer’s brother was in the closet,” he mentioned, which made me smile. It was the exact moment we had talked about the night before.

“Frightening,” Rossi commented as the four of us moved through the hallways.

“Did you tell him?” Penelope asked in a whisper, hooking her arm with mine.

I shook my head. “I chickened out,” I said, earning a stern glare from the blonde. “I just– I don’t want anything to change between us, Pen. We’re in a really good place right now a-and I don’t wanna blow that.”

“Speaking of horror,” Rossi’s comment had us all stopping in our tracks when we noticed Strauss talking to Hotch in his office.

The four of us looked at the scene in front of us as Spencer asked, “What’s Strauss doing here?”

“Whatever it is, I cast my vote on “not good”,” Penelope replied.

The four of us piled into the briefing room where Derek already was, ready to be presented with the case. It took a few moments before Hotch joined us, undoubtedly getting a stern talking to from Strauss. “Let’s get started,” he muttered once he walked through the door.

Penelope briefed us about the case and we were soon on the jet to San Diego, bouncing theories off one another with the first impressions we had about the case. As we started building the profile, the UnSub attacked again, leaving us with four victims before we were able to give a profile.

While Morgan, Rossi and Hotch delivered the profile to the rest of the police department, Spencer and I were tasked to inform the officers on-campus. The entire time we were there, Spencer allowed me to do most of the talking, only chiming in when he felt necessary. It was the perfect dynamic of going back-and-forth.

Spencer and I turned away from the girls we had been talking to and convened together a little further away, bouncing theories off each other. I was in the middle of a sentence when Spencer reached out and wiped my cheek with his thumb.

"Eyelash," he said, showing me the single lash he had caught on his thumb. The tantilizing electricity zapped between us, sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could say anything else, we were whisked away on the next part of our case. There was never a moment to breathe.

There were two more victims after that, two in one go before we found who the UnSub could be. As we all geared up to get Greg Phinney, Spencer turned towards me with a worried look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Will you be careful?” his question was intertwined with mine, making it almost impossible to hear it.

I wasn’t sure where this sudden worry had come from. We’d been doing fine for over four years. He had never worried about me until now. “Of course. Always.”

With a quick nod, Spencer turned on his heel to join Derek while I tagged along with Hotch and Rossi. Soon enough, we were informed that Greg Phinney wasn’t at his own apartment and that we’d better floor it towards Kate’s. It was a whirlwind of phone calls and theories and words until Hotch snapped me out of it.

“y/l/n, I want you to come in with me. Leave your firearm here.” There was no time to object, so I handed my gun over to the officer next to me before falling into step with my boss. “Be compassionate and sympathetic to him. Let him tell you how Kate betrayed him and how much you understand his devastation,” he informed me.

I simply nodded my head and with feigned confidence, I knocked on the mahogany door. As the door softly creaked open, a chill swept through me, raising the fine hairs on the back of my neck.

Greg's appearance was ordinary yet unsettling, his features shrouded in an eerie stillness. His eyes, a piercing blue, bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. They seemed to hold secrets untold, each glance a silent invitation into the depths of his darkness.

His jawline was sharp, set in a firm line that betrayed no emotion. A hint of fear pooled in his eyes, sending a ripple of unease coursing through me. It was as if he knew something I didn't, as if he held the upper hand in a game whose rules remained a mystery.

In that moment, as our eyes locked in a silent standoff, I couldn't shake the feeling that Greg Phinney was more than just a suspect—he was a predator, waiting patiently in the shadows for his next opportunity to strike.

“I never said you could bring in anyone else,” he said to Hotch, but keeping his eyes on mine.

“I know, but I thought if we talked inside we could work this out ourselves,” I retorted, surprising myself with the amount of strength that was audible in my voice.

Greg blinked. “Are you some kind of a negotiator?”

I didn’t respond, but waited for Greg to make the first move. He looked out towards the police cars standing behind me, officers ready to go in when necessary.

“No guns,” he finally said.

“No guns,” I agreed.

Greg opened the door further, revealing that he had Kate in a chokehold with one arm and a knife against her throat, a gun in his other hand. “Okay,” he whispered and cocked his head to the side, urging us to come in. He moved towards the living room with Kate as Hotch and I followed behind.

“Close the door,” he ordered to Hotch, who obeyed politely. “All right. Stand over there.”

Hotch moved over towards the spot Greg was pointing at. “You need to put the gun down,” he said.

“We need to get out of here. Is that gonna happen?” Greg asked instead.

“As long as you’ve got a gun, if one of the agents outside has a clear shot, he’ll take it.”

Inhaling deeply, regaining my determination, I took a tentative step forward. “Tell me what you want, Greg.”

“You know, I don’t want to get locked up again,” said Greg, still holding on very tightly to Kate with a knife against her throat and a gun waving around.

A thousand ideas were whirling inside my head until I landed on one. “Don’t you really want Kate to apologize for making your dad forget your mom?” I asked, cautiously and very slowly approaching Greg.

“No, I didn’t do that though,” Kate chimed in.

My eyes flicked towards Kate, my jaw clenched and my eyebrows furrowed in feigned anger. “Unless the next words out of your mouth are “I’m sorry”, I don’t wanna hear anything else from you.” When I looked back at Greg, I made sure to soften my features. “I understand, Greg. I do. She took care of you. You trusted her. And then she betrayed you as soon as your mother was gone. It must have crushed you when Kate married your dad. How did it make you feel, Greg?”

Greg didn’t know what was happening. I could see the gears behind his eyes whirling whilst he became more and more agitated.

“I’m sorry,” Kate whimpered.

“You felt betrayed, didn’t you, Greg?” I continued, certain of my tactics and it seemed Hotch was on the same page I was.

“Ask her the question, Greg,” he said. Greg looked at my boss in surprise. “Go ahead.” The young man opened his mouth to ask the question he wanted to ask, but hesitated. “Ask her,” Hotch ordered again.

Then, the question Hotch and I had both anticipated rolled off Greg’s lips. “Why not me?” A single tear slipped down Kate’s cheek. “Why not me?!” he asked louder.

“Answer him, Kate,” Hotch ordered.

Kate whimpered and gasped for air before her answer came out in a whisper. “Because you were just a … boy.”

Glancing from Kate towards us and back, Greg said, “But I loved you,” and he almost sounded incredulous as if he couldn’t believe she would never reciprocate his feelings. He tightened the knife against Kate’s throat and I knew something needed to happen. “I loved you.”

Hushed apologies rushed from Kate’s lips as Greg continued to declare his love for the old babysitter.

Behind them, I noticed Rossi sneaking up, gun aimed. Hotch was quick to dive away and as Greg turned, wanting to fire back, I took the opportunity to grab Kate and bring her to safety in a small hallway to our right. Two gunshots went off.

Greg fell to the floor against the sofa. Through the whirlwind happening in my mind, I heard Hotch call for backup as he himself approached the unconscious young man, discarting him of his firearm before checking his pulse.

Once the scene was deemed safe, I guided the distraught Kate outside where I brought her to the EMT’s to get checked up. I made sure she was all right before turning to rejoin my coworkers on the scene when another EMT stopped me.

“Agent y/l/n, is that your blood?” she asked, pointing at my left arm.

When I looked down, the sleeve of my burgundy long sleeve shirt had turned even darker and was slightly ripped. Only then did I realize that the second gunshot wasn’t Rossi firing twice. It had been Greg, wanting to shoot at Rossi but instead nicking my arm.

“Huh,” I said before everything went completely dark.

“You fainted at the sight of blood?” Morgan’s voice chimed through the hospital foyer when he came to pick me up afterwards. I was cleared to go after being treated for the gunshot wound that had grazed my skin. Though I didn’t think it was so bad, I still had to wear a sling for a couple of days.

I shrugged as the two of us fell into step to walk out to the car. “You know, I think it was the adrenaline of it all more than the blood itself,” I retorted with a giggle and hopped into the passenger’s seat while he took the driver’s.

“There’s someone who isn’t all too happy with your actions,” he commented.

I furrowed my brows. “Who?” I asked, certain it wasn’t our boss since it was all his idea.

“Reid, of course,” he replied as though I should’ve known the answer. For a fleeting moment, our eyes met before Morgan focused back on the road. “I think it’s time you and Reid had a good conversation because this is ludicrous.”

Before I could even ask him about any of it, we had arrived at the airport where everyone was waiting for us on the jet. Determined to ask Spencer about what was wrong, I approached him but as soon as he saw me, he put on his headphones. Okay, that’s clear, I thought and instead sat down on the other side of the jet.

“Hey,” Rossi captured my attention. “Good job today, kid.”

I mustered up the best smile I could give. “Thanks, Dave.”

All the way back to Quantico, I pondered about what might be happening inside that genius’ brain. Why could he be upset about me doing my job? He had gotten into danger more often than I had, much to my dismay. Those had been the most harrowing cases; where I’d almost lost him or any of our other team members.

I tried to talk to him when we got back to the BAU, but he simply walked past me and ignored me completely. Though he was going to change his course in a couple of days, I didn’t have much patience for that. So, after a frustrating shower and a change of clothes, I rocked up to his apartment in a fury.

“What the hell did I do wrong that you don’t want to talk to me?!” I asked as soon as he opened his door, pushing past him and dropping my back on the sofa.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, then scoffed. “You put yourself in danger and I’m not allowed to be angry?!” His voice matched mine, the anger dripping from his words.

I shook my head. “No! You put yourself in danger more often than I have and I have never been allowed to be angry at you! I was doing my job, Spence! A dumb bullet just grazed my skin. It’s not like I was inside a building that exploded or got shot in the fucking knee! I’m fine!”

Spencer’s face faltered. His eyes fell to the floor as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I was… I was scared to lose you, y/n. I heard you were shot and you were in the hospital and I just… I couldn’t believe Hotch would ever put your life in danger like that. I just– I can’t stand to lose you.”

Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. Every subtle touch, every glance sent my way, all the coffees he’d bought me or when he ordered my favorite food on cases, … All along, Spencer Reid might have felt the same way for me as I did for him.

As he kept on babbling about how he was so scared to lose me and what the statistics are of people in our field dying during cases, I took a few tentative steps towards him until I was mere inches before him. For a heartbeat, I hesitated, but then a surge of confidence boosted me. I lifted his chin between my index finger and thumb, forcing him to meet my eyes before I softly kissed his lips.

For a second, I thought I’d made the wrong move until he kissed me back. His lips moved with passion and fervor, his hands covering the sides of my face while my hands moved to his waist, fingers gripping at his shirt.

In the midst of our passionate embrace, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the heat of our entwined bodies. With each tender caress and fervent kiss, it was as if a lifetime of longing was finally being released, flooding our senses with an overwhelming rush of emotion. In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the undeniable truth of our connection, burning brighter than any statistic or fear. As we lost ourselves in the sweet surrender of our love, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by a love that was as unstoppable as it was undeniable. And as the world faded into the background, all that mattered was the beating of our hearts, entwined in a timeless rhythm of love and devotion.

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HANDS | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Warnings: violence, patients having an episode, hurt/comfort

Requested: YES! by @acid-esther

Hi!! If you still take requests, could I please ask for some hurt/comfort with Spencer’s hands and forearms, but in a cute fluffy tender way? I’ve been obsessed with them and the idea of him holding my face and holding on to his wrists or something.

Take of this what you please. Have a great day💕💕💕

Author's Note: This isn't great, but it's not bad either? I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1.8K

The autumn air whisked around me as I made my way from my car to the hospital doors, cup of coffee still warm in my hand. Luckily, I still had a few minutes to spare to get changed and enjoy my morning drink before starting my shift.

I had a good feeling about today. I had slept well and I actually felt happy. Though, I believed that was mostly due to the fact that my boyfriend had been home after being gone for his job for five days on end.

It felt great having him in my arms again.

Spencer was an agent with the BAU, the department of the FBI that focused on the behaviors of the criminals based on profiles. While I always thought his job was incredibly interesting and loved hearing about how he and the team had caught a serial killer, the fear and anxiety I felt about Spencer getting hurt on the job took the upperhand most of the time.

I was happy to have him home, even if it was just for short periods of time.

As I started getting changed into my scrubs, my phone rang in my pocket. A smile made its way to my lips as my boyfriend’s name appeared on the screen and picked up, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder whilst taking my jeans off.

“Hiya, Pretty Boy.”

I could hear the smile in his voice as he answered. “Hi, Lovely. You got to work okay?”

“Yeah, I did. Just got in,” I replied and pulled on my pink scrubs. “There’s some leftover pancakes from my playdate with Jack and Henry yesterday morning in the fridge for you, if you like.”

“Oh, yeah, I found the pancakes – thanks.” He chuckled. “Why didn’t you wake me up when you left?”

I grabbed the phone in my hand again and closed my locker with my free hand. “I tried to,” a chuckle rolled off my lips. “You were fast asleep, Baby. I couldn’t get you to wake up, no matter how hard I tried.”

“Ahh, that was the tickling feeling I felt on my face,” he mumbled, chuckling again.

Remembering how I had tried to kiss him awake that morning, peppering his face with featherlight kisses made my smile widen. “Oh, no, that wasn’t me. I’m sure that was Mrs. Volaski’s cat on your face,” I told him jokingly, which made him let out an airy laugh. “Will you be home tonight?”

“I think so. Haven’t heard from JJ, so it seems we’ll be getting our two days off after all,” he said and I could tell he was smiling widely. The idea of Spencer being home when I got home caused flutters in my stomach. “I’m cooking for you tonight.”

The flutters quadrupled. Not only was I going to have the sweetest boy in my arms for one more night, he was going to cook for me. Knowing him, that would mean the most romantic night that was going to end in bed.

“Ooh, I’m gonna be proper spoiled tonight, huh?” I asked, smirking.

“You betcha,” said Spencer. “My princess deserves to be spoiled.”

I couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across my cheeks as I made my way out of the locker room and into the briefing room where most of my coworkers already were. “I’m looking forward to it,” I said, softly, so my coworkers wouldn’t hear. “I gotta go, Spence, the briefing’s starting.”

“All right. See you tonight, Lovely.”

“See you tonight.”

I hung up the phone and tucked it into the pocket of my scrub shirt before joining my coworker’s side. Aisha smiled at me, one of those teasing smiles she would always give me whenever we were talking about either one of our love lives.

“The genius is home?” she asked, nudging me with her elbow.

I nodded my head and was unable to hide my smile from her or anyone else. “Yeah. He’s cooking for me tonight,” I said, almost proudly.

“Ooh, proper romantic.” Aisha wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.

The two of us fell silent as the head of our department started on the debrief, though I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen tonight in the confines of mine and Spencer’s apartment. However, even that didn’t help me with what was about to come.

What I thought would be an amazing day, turned out to be one of the worst days of my life. Everything seemed to be going wrong, the family of patients were yelling at me and I felt like the world was crashing down on me. It wasn’t until Minnie Wilder, one of my younger patients, started having an episode, when I officially crashed. She was throwing everything she could find, her screams bouncing off the walls. As I made my way inside to help her, I was immediately greeted by the glass of water that resided on her bedside table.

I wasn’t fast enough to duck and the glass shattered onto my forehead, splintering into a thousand pieces, a few of which caught into my forehead. The sting of pain rushed through me before I could possibly register anything else in the room. My coworkers quickly filed into the room to calm Minnie down, only Aisha turned to me.

“You okay, honey?” she asked, inspecting my face for any wounds other than the one gash on my forehead. “Come on, I’m gonna get you stitched up.” She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward an empty room.

I sighed as I allowed Aisha to clean out the wound. “I thought this was gonna be a good day,” I told her, my bottom lip sticking out into a pout. “What has gotten into her?”

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened in there, honey,” Aisha said. “You know Minnie Walker. You know she gets these episodes.”

Aisha finished stitching up the slash in my forehead as I spoke. “Yeah, I know. It’s just – This day is filled with – I don’t know, today just kinda sucks.”

“You still got some vacation days, right?” I nodded my head in response. “Use them to take a day off. You’re going home and enjoy your boyfriend’s time off. Let him spoil you.”

I started to object, but the look on Aisha’s face said enough. She was right. This wasn’t going to end well if I kept going. I was going to end up with more than just a gash in my forehead. There was only one way to end the madness of today and that was by cuddling up to Spencer.

After the floor manager okayed my taking a vacation day, I made my way to my locker and quickly changed back into jeans and a t-shirt before exiting towards my car. For the entire duration of the drive, I was able to withhold my tears, but as soon as I entered the apartment Spencer and I shared, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The familiarity of the scent that screamed ‘home’, but especially the familiar honey-brown eyes that found mine when I walked in, made the walls around my heart crumble.

“Lovely?” Spencer said, his brows furrowed in confusion.

The words couldn’t pass my lips, the tears choking me up as I held out my arms for him to take me into a hug, undoubtedly making me look like an infant wanting their mommy to hold them. Spencer didn’t wait for me to explain what was going on and simply wrapped me up into a hug, holding me tight and allowing me to sob into his shirt.

I inhaled his scent and cherished the way his arms felt around my waist, the way I could feel his heart beating against mine. Allowing my breathing to sync up with his, I finally calmed down.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked, noticing how I had grown into putty in his arms.

He carefully pushed me off him, but made sure I didn’t go too far by keeping me at arm’s length. His eyes landed on my stitched-up forehead and I noticed how they widened in shock. Instead of making a big deal out of it and panicking, Spencer stayed calm and placed his hands flat on my cheeks.

I loved when he did that. His palms would cover the expanse of my jaw whilst his long, tender fingers reached into my hair, his thumbs caressing the apples of my cheeks.

“A patient threw a glass at me,” I explained, chuckling at how ridiculous it now all seemed.

“What?”

I placed my hands on his wrists in hopes that would keep his hands in place. It would allow the warmth to seep from my cheeks to the rest of my nearly-freezing body.

My thumbs fled across his skin in slow strokes, mostly so the movement would calm me down more than it would help him. “It’s not like she attacked me. One of my patients just had an episode. I just have terrible timing.”

For someone who just had the worst day of her life, I seemed pretty calm. I couldn’t be stressed around Spencer for too long. He would always kiss the stress away or cuddle the bad thoughts away or he would place his hands on my face and just hold it there, allowing the warmth back into my bones.

“Do you wanna watch Hocus Pocus and eat some chocolate?” he then suggested. “I got your favorite.”

My eyes lit up at the thought. He smiled at my reaction before dipping down and kissing me softly. His hands then moved away from my face and one of them moved to engulf my hand instead, bringing the warmth to my palm and fingertips.

Spencer’s hands were just lovely like that. Whether they were on my face, holding my hand or placed on the small of my back to guide me somewhere. It was always tender. Always so insanely warm.

Once Spencer had procured the chocolate and I had put the movie at the ready, the two of us cuddled up on the sofa. For an hour and thirty-six minutes, all I could hear was the cackle of the witches mixed with Spencer’s steady heartbeat, the stress of the day long forgotten.

My head laid in his lap while I fidgeted with his fingers, intertwining and detangling them with mine. I didn’t even notice I was doing it until Spencer pointed it out.

“You enjoying yourself there?” he asked, an amused tone in his voice.

I intertwined our fingers again and brought them to my chest before turning to look up at him. “I just love your hands.”

A smile appeared on Spencer’s lips. “And I love you.”

He bent down to kiss me deeply. Once he straightened up again, I couldn’t help but grin.

“Ditto.”

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Hello! I just read King of My heart. Beautiful story. I saw your note about it being pretty GN and it is! Except for one sentence where Spencer says “my dream girl.”

Dammit! I missed that one! Thanks for letting me know. I’ve changed it to “you are quite literally the person of my dreams”. 😁

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I’m not crying, you are 😭😭😭😭

Every Single Day

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Synopsis: When his daughter demands him to tell the story of how the two of you met, Spencer can't help but oblige.

Warning(s): dad spencer🥰, established relationship (eventually), parent-child relationships, alcohol consumption, brief interaction with a douchebag, made-up astronomy facts, made-up places, idk if there's any cursing but I'll throw it in here to be safe, implications of sex and nsfw themes (minors be advised), pregnancy, mentions of illness, mentions and/or implications of character death, topics of loss and grief, angst and fluff because I love the best of both worlds👍 (pls lmk if I missed anything)

Word Count: 7700-ish

Author's Note: hi 👋 I'm back again with another dad!spencer fic bc apparently I'm a sucker for him. I got a lil carried away with this one lol but anyways, I'm also writing this for the meet cute challenge hosted by the amazing and talented @imagining-in-the-margins so pls go head to her profile and show some love cause she's a peach ❤️ don't forget to leave a LIKE+COMMENT+REBLOG

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The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee. Against the wind, shades of crimson and orange swayed on the trees. Fallen leaves crunched underneath his feet to the cadence of his leisured steps.

Two deep breaths, in and out. Spencer Reid greeted autumn with the deep longing of an old friend.

Next to him walked a source of light bigger than the sun, jumping and bouncing excitedly on the sidewalk. Her tiny fingers emitted warmth inside of his hand. There was a skip to her step that reminded him of the innocence he had long lost. The innocence she now possessed.

Spencer loved this little girl beyond everything he had ever known.

"Puddle, Dee."

The tiny bundle of joy jumped to escape the small pool of water, grinning up at her father, who then began ruffling her hair until she evaded his onslaught with a shriek.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"You never told me how you met Mommy."

Spencer glanced down at the 6-year-old, dressed gorgeously in her favorite floral dress, complete with a sweater that had entailed a hearty discussion about humans' perception of cold. It was only after he bribed her with the promise of a chocolate cupcake from Wakey Bakey did Spencer finally convince her to wear the woolen piece of clothing.

His daughter stared at him with a radiant smile peeking out behind a curtain of hair. A smile which Spencer always argued had belonged to you, even though the rest of Diana Aurora Reid was the splitting image of her beloved father.

"Surely I've told you before, Dee."

"Nuh-uh."

"Of course I have."

"No, Daddy. You haven't."

"Pumpkin, you know I don't forget stuff ever," Spencer said, looking at the little girl who was swaying along to the rhythm of her footsteps. "I used to tell you that story all the time. Back when you were still a baby."

Just as predicted, Diana let out a dramatic gasp as if Spencer had uttered the most offensive thing known to mankind; like claiming the earth was actually flat, for example. Spencer couldn't contain his grin upon seeing her reaction.

"But Daddy, that was so long ago!"

"Do you not remember, Dee?"

Diana shook her head.

"Fine. But Mommy must've told you the story already, right?"

"She has, but--"

"But?"

"But I wanna hear it from you."

Little Diana knew that her father could never resist her puppy dog eyes, especially garnished with that adorable pout on top. Once upon a time, you declared it sickeningly cute and annoying whenever Spencer would pull the same trick on you. When Dee started doing the same to him, you had simply laughed and kissed his cheek, letting him get a sweet taste of his own medicine.

Spencer smiled at the young girl next to him, squeezing her nose and relishing in the gleeful squeal that echoed from her chest.

"What do you wanna hear, Pumpkin?"

Diana held her chin, seemingly deep in contemplation before deciding, "Everything, Dad! I wanna hear it from the start."

"The start, huh?" Spencer hummed thoughtfully, his mind already reeling back to the first moment he ever laid eyes on you.

The story began on yet another ordinary Friday night.

Luck was on the BAU's side when the team managed to wrap the case they had been working all week just before Friday afternoon. By the time the sun was setting, their jet was already high up in the sky, en route from the state of Delaware to Quantico, Virginia. Spencer was looking forward to going home at a reasonable hour for once--maybe catching up on the four reading materials he had promptly pushed aside after his team was called to Delaware to work on the latest case--but that plan dissipated when Derek Morgan suddenly appeared by his side.

"Drinks. Tonight. Everyone's coming, and I'm not taking no for an answer," Derek said before dragging a reluctant Spencer away with him, ignoring the protests that the younger man kept grumbling under his breath all the way to the team's favorite bar.

Spencer just hadn't known it yet, but later down the road, he would spend the rest of eternity thanking Derek Morgan for dragging him along that night.

The Friday night crowd at Shaw's was borderline brutal, but fortunately for the team, a booth in the corner became vacant the moment they stepped into the threshold.

Two hours later, Spencer's fellow teammates weren't even close to calling it a night. The last chorus of "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" by Whitney Houston had just finished blasting from the speakers when Derek sauntered back to the booth, twirling a flushed Penelope Garcia in front of him. Spencer slipped out of the booth to allow them in--preferring to stay on the most outer seat instead of crammed between his tipsy friends' bodies--before sitting down once more.

"Hey, Genius," Penelope called, waving her empty beer glass in front of Spencer's face. "Be a darling and get me a refill, will you?"

"Garcia--" Spencer quickly snatched the glass from her hand before she could send it smashing against someone's head, "--are you sure you want a refill?"

Penelope scrunched her nose. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I think you're plenty drunk already."

"I'm not that drunk," Penelope denied, giggling when an unexpected hiccup interrupted her slurred words. "Derek, tell the beautiful Doctor I'm not that drunk."

"She's not that drunk, Reid." Derek grinned. "While you're at it..."

Spencer could only sigh when Derek slid his own empty glass across the table.

It was past 10 o'clock at night, and the crowd of people in the establishment seemed to have doubled in the couple of hours that the team had been there. Spencer had to squeeze himself through the ocean of patrons flooding the bar, barely able to move his limbs without other people's arms or elbows bumping against his ribcage.

Spencer was waiting for the bartender to complete his order when he happened to glance towards his right, catching sight of the concealed panic that triggered every profiler bone in his body.

Any other person would have taken one look at your face and presumed that everything was alright, but Spencer knew better. He recognized the frantic movement of your eyes, the tight press of your lips, and the impatient knocking of your fingertips on the counter. He only caught the tail end of your voice before discreetly listening to what the man you were talking to had to say.

"--so, unfortunately, I can't."

"I told you, Baby. My Veyron runs at over 260 miles per hour. We can go to Red Clover Hill and get you back home safely by twelve. It's simple math," the guy slurred smugly.

"Actually, that's not true."

The drunken man turned around at Spencer's interruption.

"Excuse me?"

"The Red Clover Hill State Park is approximately 229 miles away from here. Though theoretically, you could drive your Veyron at its maximum velocity, which is around 268 miles per hour, it's very unlikely you'll be able to maintain that speed for the entirety of the ride, considering the terrain you would have to go through between here and there. The fastest you can probably get to the park is in 60 minutes, give or take, and that's being generous. You would have to drive back to D.C. as soon as you arrive at the park if you wish to be back by twelve. It's just realistically impossible."

The man in front of him couldn't be less impressed by Spencer's lengthy rant.

"And who the hell are you?" the drunken guy said, pinning Spencer with a stare that was clearly supposed to be intimidating.

Spencer didn't even flinch. "No one. Just a guy who happens to know a lot about... simple math."

Your loud cough tore Spencer's attention away from the drunk man and towards you, who looked ready to burst from the laughter you were holding underneath. Even under the terrible lighting of the bar, Spencer could still pinpoint the hint of unspoken amusement glimmering inside your eyes.

"Sorry, Bill," you said to the man. "I really do need to be back home by twelve tonight. Maybe some other time?"

Bill didn't need to be told twice. He received the message loud and clear.

Spencer watched the other man scurry away, tail between his legs, before your charming smile enraptured him once more.

"Thank you for that. I was beginning to think he might never leave."

"Happy to help." Spencer smiled thinly, scratching the back of his neck even though the spot wasn't itchy. "What did, uh, why did he want to take you to Red Clover Hill, of all places?"

"Oh. That was... partially my fault." You grinned innocently. "I didn't know he was gonna be an insufferable drunk when he came over, and I was in the middle of watching this."

You pulled out a silver tablet from your lap. Spencer took a peek at the screen, seeing what looked like a live feed of the night sky--over North Carolina, judging by the visible constellations on the vast scene--stamped with the day's date at the bottom of the footage.

"You're watching the Roux-Nell?" Spencer deduced after gathering the facts: the live feed of North Carolina sky, the mention of Red Clover Hill State Park that harbored one of the highest grounds in North Carolina, including a collection of some of the most sophisticated telescopes in the country; you must have been planning to view that night's sighting of the Roux-Nell comet, its first time since the last one in 1927, and only its third one in history.

"Yes! How did you... don't tell me. You're an avid astronomy fan, too?"

Spencer's responding smile only made you beam even brighter.

"Anyway, that guy earlier, Bill, he approached me and asked what I was watching. So, I started talking about the Roux-Nell and about how I wish I was at Red Clover Hill right now since everyone keeps saying it's one of the best spots to view tonight's sighting. I thought he was genuinely interested until he started talking about his Veyron this, his Veyron that. I didn't even realize until a whole five minutes later that he was talking about his car!"

When you finally finished explaining, your eyes locked with Spencer's hazel ones before you seemed to cower shyly.

"Sorry. I can get a little excited when I'm talking sometimes."

"No! Don't be, it was--" Spencer stopped himself before he could complete his sentence.

What was he about to say?

Insightful? Entertaining?

Endearing?

Eventually, Spencer opted to settle for something safe and simple. "I get that way too, sometimes. A lot of the times, actually. So you don't have to apologize."

The fire flickered back inside your gaze following Spencer's admission. It burned brilliantly beneath the kindness you radiated, forged by the sharp intelligence he could see shining out of your eyes.

"So--" Spencer cleared his throat, attempting to shift the conversation in order to distract his racing mind, "--why did you tell him you needed to be back home by twelve?"

"Oh, that? I told him I'm donating blood tomorrow morning, so I need to at least get seven hours of sleep for the night."

"That's a clever lie."

You tilted your head slightly at his statement. "What makes you think it's a lie?"

"Because you're here. Nobody drinks alcohol before they're supposed to donate blood."

Your eyes flashed with surprise. "Not bad, Mister. You're very perceptive."

Spencer shrugged, trying not to appear too flustered by your casual compliment. "It's what I do."

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at his reply.

"I'm a profiler."

"Profiler?"

"With the FBI."

"FBI, huh?" You hummed, something akin to intrigue swirling in your eyes. "So, you study criminals? Trying to decipher their way of thinking, why they do what they do. Dissect their past history for any related trauma, maybe even pinpoint a psychological stressor that could trigger a criminal behavior, that kind of stuff?"

Upon hearing your response, it was Spencer's turn to be intrigued. "Exactly that kind of stuff. How did you...?"

Grinning sheepishly, you pulled a professional badge out of your pocket, holding it up in front of Spencer so he could see the emblem covering its surface.

"Edgewater Psychology Center," Spencer read the words aloud, understanding dawning on him as he found your eyes once more. "You're a psychologist."

"Guilty as charged."

Spencer couldn't fight off his amused smile. "That explains it, then."

"You know," you began, leaning further against the bar counter to shorten the distance between you and Spencer, "I've never met a profiler in person before. Most of my colleagues, they have consulted on a federal case at least once in the past few years, but the bureau hasn't yet contacted me so far."

"Really?" Spencer took a step forward, closing the distance by a mere inch. "Sounds like a big loss for us. We're idiots."

You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a smile, your gaze flicking between Spencer's own lips and eyes. For the shortest of minutes, nothing else existed in Spencer's world but you; your smile, your scent, and your kind eyes. You were a magnet carved out of his wildest dreams, and Spencer might as well have been made out of iron.

But before Spencer could get lost deeper in your relentless gaze, a shout of his name slashed through the air from across the bar. Back at the booth, Derek was waving his hand frantically in the air, stopping only when Spencer signaled him to sit back down and that he was returning in a minute.

"I have to go." He smiled tentatively, apologetically.

"Oh?"

Spencer tried not to revel too much over the small dip of disappointment at the edge of your voice.

"My friends. They, uh--"

"Oh, no, it's alright. You don't have to explain," you told him gently. "See you around, Mr. Profiler. Hope you have a great night."

With that said, you went back to watching the live feed on your tablet while Spencer, begrudgingly, trudged across the room with two refilled beer glasses in his hands, back to where his friends--minus Rossi and Hotch who were conversing among themselves at one of the standing tables--were waiting.

"Finally," Derek groaned once Spencer slammed the glasses down on the table.

"Who was that?" Emily asked as he slipped into the booth.

"Huh?" Spencer followed Emily's gaze, finding you perched up at the very end of it. "No one."

"No one?" Emily's eyebrows rose. "She didn't seem like no one from where I was sitting."

Spencer took an insanely large sip of his leftover beer.

"Holy shit, you like her, " Derek muttered. "He likes her. Pretty boy's got a crush."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah? Tell that to those red cheeks of yours." JJ chuckled.

Instinctively, Spencer touched his own cheeks as if he could physically feel the change of colors on his skin.

"I'm just tipsy," he tried to reason.

A collective scoff reverberated through the entire booth.

"What's her name, Spence?" JJ asked.

When a full minute ticked by without so much as a grunt of acknowledgment from Spencer, Penelope reached out and slapped the man right across his shoulder.

"Ow!"

"You didn't ask for her name?!" Penelope exclaimed.

"It didn't come up!"

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say, Reid," Emily noted before sipping her margarita.

"Nope. I'm not having this. Not tonight. Look at me, Sunshine." Penelope grabbed Spencer's face in her hands, forcing him to stare directly into her glasses-rimmed eyes. "I'm not letting you spend the rest of the night like this. You will get your cute little tushy out there and talk to that girl. You will get her name and also her number, maybe even ask the nice pretty lady out while you're at it. Now, have I made myself clear?"

Spencer barely managed to swallow his nerves before he offered Penelope two tiny nods.

"Good. I don't wanna see your face back here if you're not at least pocketing her phone number. Now shoo."

Penelope sent Spencer flying across the bar with a dramatic stumble. By the time he reached your side, Spencer was nothing less than a stuttering mess and a thundering heart.

"Hi," Spencer breathed out once he found your welcoming eyes.

"Um, hi?"

"I'm Spencer."

"Okay... Spencer?"

"Reid. Spencer Reid." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, it's just... I realized while I was sitting over there--well, my friends actually made me realize--that I, uh, never got your name. Which, you know, of course I never got it because I didn't ask. So, I was coming here, wondering if maybe you'd like to give it... to me?"

You blinked once. Twice.

By the third blink, Spencer wished the earth would open up and devour him whole.

"You want my name?"

Spencer nodded.

"What are you planning to do with it?"

"Call you?" At your bemused expression, Spencer quickly elaborated, "Not call like call. I meant referring. Yep. That's it. Although, maybe if you want to, I would love to call you as well. Sometime. And perhaps, you know, ask you out... on a date?"

Spencer swallowed the lump of nervousness in his throat. In front of him, you were pretty, even with the conspicuous scrutiny in your eyes as they assessed Spencer as if he was some sort of an enigma. Embarrassment burned hotter through his veins with every second that passed by. He was merely two exhales of breath away from dashing out of the door when you finally spoke up.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

Smiling, you produced an old receipt seemingly out of thin air and asked the bartender to lend you a pen, scribbling something down as soon as you had it between your fingers. When the tiny piece of paper emigrated to Spencer's hand, the Cheshire cat in him jumped out once he noticed the ten digit numbers written neatly underneath a name he could only assume as yours.

"Will that be enough, Spencer Reid?"

"For now," Spencer replied before grabbing his wallet and shoving the paper containing your name inside. "I'll call you."

"You better."

After Spencer's departure, you returned your attention back to the tablet in front of you. Barely five minutes later, though, your serene watching session was once again interrupted. Only this time, it was by the ringing of your phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Spencer."*

Surprised, you swiveled your head left and right, stopping once you spotted Spencer standing on the other side of the room. His eyes were trained towards you, and behind him, a booth of four people seemed to have directed their attention at you as well.

"Spencer?"

"I know this is very untoward," he began, "but would you like to go out with me?"

"Boy, you certainly don't waste any time at all, do you?"

"I believe it's called being efficient," he countered, making you laugh. "So, what do you say?"

"Sure," you answered, enjoying the way Spencer beam at you from across the room. "I would love to, Spencer."

A breeze blew gently against Spencer's face, caressing the tendrils of curly hair that had fallen over his forehead. Diana's little fingers started to grip his tighter as the wind strengthened.

"Did you take Mommy on that date, Daddy?"

"Of course," Spencer replied, reminiscing the exact day when he had picked you up in your apartment, sweat glistening on his palm as he clutched the bouquet of flowers in his right hand. "We went to see a Mark Rothko exhibition at the National Gallery of Art, and before I took her home, we stopped by Wakey Bakey to buy some lemon tarts."

Diana gasped. "Wakey Bakey?!"

The little girl's reaction compelled a chuckle from Spencer's chest. "Yes, Pumpkin. Wakey Bakey."

"What happened after that, Daddy?"

"What do you think happened after that, Dee?"

"Um--" Diana pursed her lips, deeply lost in thought, "--did you become girlfriend and boyfriend?"

"Yes, we did."

"And you got married?!"

Spencer laughed at Diana's apparent excitement over the prospect of her parents getting married. "We did, yeah, eventually. After I proposed to her."

"Oh! Oh! The proposal!" Diana exclaimed, jumping up and down in the middle of the sidewalk without a care in the world. Spencer had to tug her back towards him before she could harm herself or the other pedestrians. "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me about the proposal, Daddy!"

"You wanna hear the story about how I proposed to your mother?"

"Yes, please!"

Chuckling to himself, Spencer mumbled a quick fine before his gears had started turning towards a specific memory in his mind. Spencer was sure, even without his eidetic ability, there was no way he could have ever forgotten about the day in question.

The day you agreed to have him as your forever.

Spencer had fallen in love with you during the first date, right around the time of yet another one of his animated ramblings, where instead of shaming him to shut the hell up, you had simply stared at him in awe and said, "You're pretty when you talk."

The young agent was sure he couldn't get rid of the blush adorning his cheeks for at least an entire week.

By the time the fifth date rolled around, Spencer was absolutely certain that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It wasn't a surprise, then, that a few weeks before your first anniversary came up, Spencer had pocketed a diamond ring with a promise of forever on the tip of his tongue.

Combing the courage to take this historical leap was easy. Difficult was trying to conjure up the perfect proposal plan that he would deem worthy enough for someone like you. There were no rooms for mistakes. Spencer wanted everything to be perfect because he believed you deserved nothing less.

Which was why, in moments of desperation, Spencer ended up turning to his fellow teammates in the FBI for help.

"I don't know if I'm the right person to ask about this, Spence. Will only ever proposed to me after finding out about Henry, and we only got married after I thought he was gonna die on the field," JJ explained. "It was never the most ideal of situations, but I would never change a thing even if I could."

Unsatisfied with JJ's answer, Spencer proceeded to find the BAU's tech genius in her bat cave.

"Go big or go home, my friend," Penelope said following a 10-minute hysteria she erupted into upon learning about Spencer's intent to propose. "Splash out on the bottle. Don't hold back on the grandeur. Spend all of your savings if you have to."

"Garcia--"

"Fine, maybe not all of your savings. You should leave some for the wedding."

Spencer spent weeks mulling over Penelope's advice.

Working as an FBI agent didn't pay as well as most people thought it would, and Spencer's tendency to collect first edition books wasn't exactly an affordable hobby. It meant that as much as Spencer wanted a proposal filled with the greatest grandeur--just as Penelope had suggested--he didn't have a fat enough balance in his bank account to make his ideal proposal concept a reality.

And Spencer probably would have spent the limited fund in his savings down to its very last cent, had it not been for Derek catching him browsing through the internet for the cost of a hot air balloon ride.

"I just want to give her the perfect proposal," Spencer admitted after he finished revealing everything.

"Kid, it doesn't matter," Derek said. "Don't you see? She doesn't care about hot air balloons or any kind of grandeur. She only cares about you. There's no such thing as a perfect proposal. You're just using it as an excuse to put off asking her 'cause you're scared of what she's gonna say. But you don't need to. You two are so devastatingly in love, it's disgusting."

In the end, grandeur wasn't even present in the room when Spencer decided to pop the question.

On that particular night, Spencer arrived in his apartment just a few minutes before midnight. His aching muscles were calling for sleep as he toed his shoes off, but his footsteps soon ceased when he caught sight of his dimly lit living room.

You were fast asleep on the couch, face illuminated by the television light. Spencer's movements were careful as he knelt in front of you, studying the soft and hard edges of your features like historians would an ancient scripture. He couldn't help it when his fingers reached out on their own accord, brushing the softest of touches against the high point of your cheekbone. Inside its cage, Spencer's heart started to stir.

You were so beautiful.

Even after one year of being together, Spencer was often still taken back by how lovely you were. He adored every detail of your being, most fervently the scars that littered your skin in a constellation of stars. All of the places in your body where your scrutiny had wandered in a fleet of insecurity were the same places that Spencer wanted to worship for the rest of his life. In his eyes, you were eternally magnificent, and this thought clouded Spencer's mind as he went to shake your shoulder gently.

"Spencer?" Your groggy voice sounded meek in the comfort of Spencer's apartment, the same one he had been sharing with you since you moved in three months prior. Your lips tilted with the tiniest hint of a smile at the sight of him, and Spencer thought he would melt when your fingers instinctively reached for his face. "You're back."

"I'm back," he confirmed, leaving a trail of kisses on your palm. "Why aren't you in bed, my love?"

"I was waiting for you," you admitted. "I have something to say."

"Really? Me too."

"Hm?" Curiosity flared in the center of your eyes. "You first."

Smiling, Spencer leaned down to steal a quick kiss before saying, "Marry me."

Your breath hitched.

After a few seconds of silence, your nervous laughter filled his ears. "Right. That's a nice one, Spencer. Very funny."

"I'm not joking, sweetheart."

Spencer reached into the inside pocket of his satchel, pulling out the velvet box that had weighed down his bag by several grams for the past few weeks. Any remnant of sleep you still had in your eyes was instantly washed away the moment he opened the box to reveal a pretty ring sitting inside.

"I've had this for a while now," Spencer admitted. "I kept putting off asking you because I believed I wanted everything to be perfect, until Derek knocked some sense into my head and made me realize that I was just afraid of taking the leap. He's right, as always, but don't tell him I said that."

Spencer paused at your teary laugh, relishing in the melodic sound that made his heart nearly burst in two. "My love, I don't need the perfect proposal when you're the promise of a perfect life. Any life with you is the one I want to live for the rest of my time, and I want to start living that life from this point onward. What do you say, sweetheart? Will you marry me?"

Spencer never thought the word yes could sound so incredibly spectacular.

The celebration had started right away, commemorated by the shedding of clothes from each other's bodies, finalized by panting breaths and entangled limbs beneath rumpled sheets. You lay on the bed with your palm on Spencer's chest, his own hand tracing invisible patterns on the vast canvass of your skin.

Spencer watched as you stared at the ring circling your finger. "Do you like it? We can exchange it for a new one if--"

"Spencer Reid, don't you dare."

"Apologies, ma'am." He grinned, continuing the random patterns he was drawing on your skin before he spoke again, "By the way, you said you also have something to tell me."

You looked up at him with a blinding smile before scooting out of Spencer's arm and reaching for the nightstand. When Spencer saw what you had rummaged out of the bedside drawer, Spencer thought his heart had forgotten how to beat.

"Is that--"

"Surprise," you murmured giddily, handing over the object in your hand into Spencer's awaiting palm. "I found out yesterday, but I wanted to tell you in person."

Spencer sat up on the bed, staring with disbelief at the small item in his hand. He only realized he had started to cry when a drop of tears fell down, blurring the two tiny pink lines in his vision.

"This is... you're..."

"I'm pregnant, Spencer," you professed.

Just an hour earlier, Spencer thought the word yes was the best thing he could ever hear falling from your mouth. But as he held you in his arms, his lips catching yours once more in a heated kiss, Spencer realized that you had many more surprising admissions waiting to be said out loud.

And Spencer couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life listening to every single one of them.

"Daddy, are you saying I was already in Mommy's belly when you proposed to her?"

"Yes, you were, Pumpkin," Spencer said, smiling at the blatant curiosity in Little Dee's eyes. "You were a surprise we didn't see coming."

Diana's responding smile was a picture of satisfaction. The father-daughter pair continued to walk down the street until Dee's voice tore through the silence once again, "Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"I thought you said a man and a woman can only make babies after they're married."

Spencer's footsteps halted on the pavement.

The silence must have stretched for only a partial of a minute, but the expectant stare Dee was nailing against his face, along with the internal panic that had short-circuited Spencer's brain made it seem as if the world had skidded into a standstill. Frantic eyes darted everywhere for a chance at rectification, and Spencer couldn't stop the words from tumbling off his lips when he saw the worn-down sign of a florist up ahead.

"Dee, would you like to buy some flowers for Mommy?"

The little girl squealed an excited yes before skipping the few steps left towards the flower shop. Spencer let out a relieved breath at having narrowly escaped such a harrowing crisis.

Once Spencer stepped into the shop, a multitude of fragrances immediately enveloped his surroundings. Diana was lingering back and forth around the vibrant displays when Spencer approached, her tiny eyebrows frowning in the most adorable way as she assessed the rows of flowers in front of her.

"Have you decided yet, Pumpkin?"

"Can we get some of Mommy's favorites, Dad?" Diana requested, pointing her tiny finger at the display of flowers she knew to be your favorites. "And then we can add some of these daisies, too!"

Spencer couldn't fight the smile blossoming on his face as he asked the florist to assemble a bouquet made out of daisies--Dee's favorite type of flowers, the same one printed all over the dress she was wearing--along with your favorite flowers in the center. Diana stared in awe at the deft work administered by the florist, her mouth forming an "O" once the bouquet was wrapped and ready to go.

"Do you think Mommy will like them, Daddy?"

"I know she will, Pumpkin," Spencer answered earnestly, his memory replaying that first time he had come home bringing the same arrangement of flowers in his hand.

Spencer came home to the apartment in utter disarray, and yet, it still was the best view that he had ever witnessed in his entire life.

Ever since his office was transformed into a nursery, the books he previously kept in there had to be relocated to the living area. Most of them had gone by now--some donated, and some others sold at second-hand bookstores--but piles of them still littered in various corners of the room.

Apart from his mountainous collection of books, small trinkets also covered every available surface of the place. From the empty nursing bottles in the kitchen sink to the breast pump on the counter, and the tiny socks on the coffee table to the pacifier jammed between the sofa cushions; every single one of them contributed to the mess that his apartment had become. Yet as he paused to inspect every inch of the place, Spencer couldn't find any other emotion besides warmth flooding his chest.

Muffled footsteps padded towards the living room before you appeared from the hallway with a freshly bathed Diana in your arms. As soon as your eyes locked with his, the crease between your eyebrows automatically vanished.

"You're home."

"I'm home." Spencer grinned before welcoming you into his embrace.

He stole a quick kiss from your lips before bending down to smother a 7-month-old Diana who yelped in glee when Spencer began attacking her with kisses all over her face.

"She's been fussy since yesterday," you told him. "I think she missed you."

"Did you, baby? Did you miss Daddy?" Spencer cooed. "I can take her for a few while you rest. You look tired. Are you feeling okay?"

"Gee, Spence. What a way to a girl's heart."

"You know what I meant, sweetheart."

"It's fine, Spencer. I just got a headache, but it's all better now that you're here."

Spencer smiled as he kissed your free knuckles. "If it's any consolation, you're still the most heavenly creature that I've ever laid eyes upon."

A sneaky laughter rumbled past your chest. "Fine. I'll let you go just this once," you said before letting Spencer take a yawning Diana into his arms.

As Spencer carried Dee towards the couch, you noticed a bouquet of flowers lying next to the kitchen sink in the corner of your eye. You glanced at the young genius with a discreet smile before aptly transferring the flowers into a vase.

"These are pretty," you commented, joining your family in the living room. You put the vase in the middle of the coffee table amidst the books and various baby clutters before dropping yourself against Spencer's side.

"They're your favorites."

"I know. As usual." You smiled affectionately. "And daisies. You've never bought me daisies before."

Spencer's eyes gleamed. "I bought the daisies for Dee."

"Oh?"

"I think daisies are gonna be her favorite."

"You do, huh?"

"One hundred percent."

Spencer's eyes looked up from Diana to you then, whose own gaze had been kept intently on your husband and daughter. Darkness embellished the area underneath your eyes, and Spencer couldn't help but count the lines of fatigue that seemed to have multiplied on the contours of your face. Even then, Spencer thought you had never looked more stunning than you did at that moment; as his wife, the mother of his child, and the woman who owned the sole reign of his heart.

Confusion wandered into your eyes when you noticed Spencer's stubborn stare. A surprised squawk escaped your lips as Spencer unexpectedly captured them in a rather long kiss. When he pulled back, Spencer looked the very image of a man who was drunk on love.

"I love you. You know that, right?" Spencer confessed as he squeezed your hand twice in his palm.

"Spencer, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing. I just--" he paused for a chuckle, seemingly trying to find the right words to say before he could continue, "--I owe my life to you, sweetheart. For all of the times you have pulled me out of the darkness, to the light you've brought into my life. You and Dee are the reason I keep on breathing. Without the two of you, I'm nothing."

"Spencer," you breathed out. "Where did all of this come from?"

"I don't know." He shook his head. "I just wanted you to know how grateful I am to have you in my life and that you've brought Dee into ours. Everything worth fighting for about me is because of you."

The telltale signs of tears began to cast a shadow over your eyes. You pressed your hand to Spencer's cheek, feeling the rugged sensation of his newly shaved stubble stroking your skin. Spencer melted into the warmth of your touch.

"You're giving me far too much credit here, Spencer," you whispered. "Everything you are has always been your own doing rather than mine. All I ever did was cheer you on from the sideline. You would still have become the person that you are today even if I weren't in your life."

Spencer physically shuddered at your last statement. "Don't say that. I can't even begin to imagine a life without you in it."

"Well, even if such day does come, when I won't be a part of your life anymore, I know you're gonna be just fine. Because you'll have Dee with you--" you stroked Diana's head lovingly, "--and I know that the two of you will give each other enough love and strength that you won't even notice I'm not around anymore."

The frown on Spencer's face deepened.

"You're not allowed to leave me. Ever," Spencer decided childishly.

"Fine. I won't. But you have to remember--" you brought your palm towards Spencer's chest, feeling each rhythmic thrum of his heart which seemed to flutter ever so slightly underneath your fingers, "--I'll be right here if you need me. Always."

Spencer's own hand landed on top of your hand, entwining your fingers together without ever tearing his fierce gaze away from yours.

"Always."

The sun was shining down in flimsy rays when Spencer and Dee finally walked past the familiar gate. Glimmers of gold sneaked past the reddish leaves on branches before falling upon the ground.

Next to him, Diana was humming a melody that Spencer recognized from one of your specially curated playlists. Her little hands struggled to carry the gigantic bouquet that she couldn't wait to present to you. It didn't matter that the bouquet itself was nearly as tall as she was, Diana still refused to let Spencer assist her.

"I wanna give Mommy the flowers myself," she had told Spencer in a manner that reminded him too much of your own stubbornness.

After a couple more minutes of walking, Spencer's reverie was soon broken by the excited squeal coming from the little girl beside him.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Diana dashed into a sprint before words of warning could fall from Spencer's lips. He watched intensely as Diana's little feet moved upon the ocean of fallen leaves on the ground. Her tight grip around the bouquet never wavered even when she ran up the grassed hill, all the way towards the destination in her mind.

All the way towards the headstone with your name written on it.

When Spencer finally got there, Diana was kneeling next to your grave with panting breaths, but the smile stretched on her lips was the biggest one that Spencer had ever seen.

"Hi, Mommy. I'm back with Daddy," Diana announced. "Daddy, go say hi to Mommy."

"Hello, my love." Spencer smiled before taking a seat next to his daughter.

"We brought flowers, Mommy! They're your favorites. I added daisies to make them prettier." Diana beamed before putting the bouquet against your headstone. "You're not gonna believe what happened in class yesterday!"

As Diana animatedly began to recount the funny incident in her classroom--somehow involving a boy named Patrick and a cup of slushie--Spencer watched over her with a permanent smile on his lips. The little girl loved to talk--a trait she obviously acquired from both of her parents--and Spencer knew just how much you used to adore listening to Dee's rambling at any time of day.

It must have been at least ten minutes later when Diana's story eventually whirled to an end. Her attention instantly shifted to the family who was paying their own respect just two headstones over, a small squeak of puppy tumbled from Dee's lips before she dashed towards the boy with a golden retriever pup beside his legs.

Spencer shook his head affectionately at his daughter's antics.

"I know we were just here a couple of weeks ago, but Dee wanted to tell you about the slushie incident herself," he said. "And, well, I can never deny the chance to visit you, love."

A loud laughter boomed a few feet away. Spencer watched as Diana ran around jubilantly with the little boy and his dog. The boy's father waved at Spencer from the distance, which he replied with an acknowledging nod.

"She's getting so big, sweetheart. Sometimes, I just wanna stop time and keep her as my little girl forever. I wish you were around to see how much she's grown." Spencer smiled ruefully. "I can't believe that it's been more than a year since you were gone."

Spencer thought back to the last few moments you spent on this earth. How just a few months prior, the doctor had advised you to stop the treatment and take a rest at home instead.

The chemo isn't working, was what the doctor was really saying. You should be spending as much time as you can with your family.

So, that was exactly what you ended up doing.

Spencer had quit his job at the FBI shortly after you were diagnosed, opting to take a full-time job of teaching where the hours were more humane and reasonable. The day you were discharged from the hospital, Spencer made a vow to himself to make every day as memorable as he could, and he was keeping true to it. Those last few months were filled with countless road trips, an unforgettable weekend at Disneyland, and visits to various museums across the states. Spencer made sure that each day was charged with love and laughter, a perfect day culminated by an equally perfect night, with you falling asleep in the safety of his arms.

Until one morning, when Spencer woke up to your cold and lifeless body lying by his side.

"Do you remember what you told me once? About how Dee and I would never notice you were gone because we would have each other?" Spencer recalled. "You were wrong about that, sweetheart. Your absence is the first thing I notice every time I start my day. The moment I open my eyes, I notice that you aren't lying next to me on the bed like you're supposed to be. I notice the cold imprints on the sheets where your warmth used to linger. I notice you in every corner of our home, but most importantly, I notice you in Dee."

Spencer glanced at his little girl, playing and running around a pile of fallen leaves with her newfound friend and his pet dog. His heart floundered at the scene.

"Everyone keeps saying that she's an exact copy of me, but I see glimpses of you in her more and more every single day," Spencer admitted. "She's the only anchor I have left now, my love. Without her, I'm lost. I try constantly, with whatever strength still resides in me, to give her everything she would ever need. Shower her with every ounce of love I have left in my heart."

A lone tear cascaded down Spencer's cheek. He quickly erased it away with a wry chuckle.

"What I would do to have a minute with you again, my love. I hope you know I'd give my heart and soul to have those extra sixty seconds just to stare at your beautiful face. To hold you in my arms one last time. I try my best to fill the void that you left for Dee's sake. Some days are difficult, and I keep thinking about how much better it would be--how much better off she would be--if it were you here with her instead of me. I'd trade places with you if I could. I fear that all of me would never be enough for her, because she needs you. We both do."

Spencer inhaled a breath, forcing the imminent wave of tears from breaking the dam he had masterfully crafted since the moment you were gone. He promised a long time ago never to allow the grief to consume him.

He still had his daughter to think about.

"I'm beginning to think people are wrong when they say time makes everything better. The pain never lessens. It just becomes bearable with time. Dee makes it bearable," Spencer confessed. "I can only hope I'm doing the same for her."

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Spencer hurriedly wiped away any sign of tears from his face before he caught Diana in his arms. Her innocent laughter was a balm to the gaping wound in his chest, and Spencer allowed himself to bask in the bliss that his little girl brought to his life.

"What is it, Pumpkin?"

"Look what Brian's mom gave me!"

Spencer looked at her tiny hand to see a plastic daisy ring gracing one of her fingers. He looked up towards the family in the distance, mouthing a thank you to the mother who waved him off with a smile.

"It's very pretty, Dee."

"Like me?"

The young dad chuckled. "Yes, very much like you."

"Like Mommy, too?"

Spencer's smile softened. "Very much like Mommy, too. Yes."

The exhilarated smile Diana rewarded him could probably light up the entire state of Virginia at night.

Five minutes later, Spencer found himself bidding you a goodbye, with Diana promising to visit again very soon to give you an update over the slushie incident that supposedly got Patrick in a lot of trouble at school. The air was getting even chillier as the two walked the path they had taken after arriving at the cemetery. Spencer tugged Diana closer to his side once he saw the familiar gate lurking a few feet ahead, keeping her safe while simultaneously seeking her warmth.

"Daddy?" Dee's voice arose shyly once the pair had reached the main street.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"I miss Mommy," she admitted quietly.

Spencer's fingers instinctively tightened for a split second around his daughter's hand. "I know you do, Pumpkin. You just need to remember, even if she's not physically with us anymore, that she's always watching over you and keeping you safe."

Diana nodded her head understandingly. "Do you miss her, too, Daddy?"

"Every day, Dee." Spencer smiled, glancing back towards the gate of the cemetery behind him. "Every single day."

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Chatper Five: Ninety-Nine Percent

<< Chapter Four

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Warnings: Implied sexual intercours, making out, a little bit of angst

Author's note: two posts in one day, who am I? This also concludes this mini-series. Thank you for reading! :)

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Spencer and Charlotte didn’t even realize they had been left alone by their friends/coworkers. Both of them were too engrossed with one another to notice anything or anyone else. Hands were roaming one another’s bodies, tongues were twirling in heated dances around one another.

“You, uhm,” Spencer started, then kissed her again chastly. “You wanna take this–” Another kiss. “Elsewhere?” he asked, then allowed her to kiss him again, deep and long.

Charlotte broke away from him for a second to nod her head before diving back into the kiss.

“We should probably–” Kiss. “Go–” Kiss. “Then–” Kiss.

After five more sweet pecks and one long, deep kiss, the two of them get out of the pool and dry off, tugging on a bathrobe before heading up to Spencer’s room. There, the bathrobes were quickly shrugged off and the wet underwear went flying about the room just as fast.

They were all wet skin against wet skin, fingers grazing and tugging at hair, kisses shared. Everything Spencer had ever dreamed of ever since he had been old enough to understand what love-making was.

“This was…” Charlotte sighed, resting her head on his bare chest. “Something.”

Chuckling, Spencer pressed her closer against his chest and kissed her head. “That was something.”

With a grin plastered on her face, she turned her head, chin propped up on his chest. “I liked it though,” she beamed.

“Me too.” Spencer leaned forward, meeting Charlotte in the middle for a proper kiss.

The two of them fell asleep together with limbs tangled, Charlotte’s head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around her. And that was the way they woke up the next morning, too. It was nice to wake up next to someone that made her feel so calm.

“Morning,” she greeted and kissed his jaw before disentangling herself from him and trying to find any clothes.

His eyes were focused on her as she moved about the room. “Good morning.”

“I don’t have any clothes here, fuck–” she muttered to herself before her eyes landed on Spencer, who was looking at her. “I’m gonna–” She grabbed one of the bathrobes and shrugged it on. Before turning to the door, Charlotte bent down and kissed his lips quickly.

She quickly went downstairs to the spa where they had left their clothes last night. Glancing over at the corner where she and Spencer had spent the night, making out, Charlotte smiled. Though everything had started out with a string of murders, their story was starting to become increasingly more beautiful.

The thirty-something made her way back to Spencer’s room where she found him fast asleep again. A soft smile crept onto her face as she put his clothes on the chair. She turned towards him and watched him for a second. Like this, he looked like that twelve-year-old she met seventeen years ago.

She shook her head, trying to lose the thought. Thinking about Spencer as a twelve-year-old now would be kinda weird.

Instead, she pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. His eyes fluttered open, revealing his beautiful hazel eyes. “Hi,” he muttered and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “I must’ve fallen asleep again.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Charlotte smiled, then a shriek followed when Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of him. “Spencer!”

He held her against his chest and sighed contently. “Your hair smells like chlorine,” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

“I wonder how that’s possible,” Charlotte chuckled, then breathed in deep through her nose. The scent of bacon and eggs filling her nostrils. “You smell that?” she asked, her face lighting up at the idea of breakfast. “That’s a Tommy breakfast for ya.”

“If it’s as good as last night’s dinner, sign me up,” Spencer said, grinning and kissing the top of her head.

“Oh, I promise you, Tommy’s breakfast is even better than his dinner,” she promised before pecking his lips and wriggling herself free from his grasp. “Let’s go, Doctor.”

She dropped the bathrobe and put her dress back on, no underwear underneath, ignoring how the man on the bed was staring at her with the same look in his eyes as he did last night. Once her dress was tied up again, she leaned down and pecked his lips.

“Close your mouth, genius. You’ll catch a fly,” she muttered, repeating the same words from last night. As he put his clothes back on, Charlotte started stripping the bed to help out housekeeping later. Once both of them were ready, they headed downstairs to the breakfast room where they found Spencer’s coworkers already munching down on Tommy’s breakfast.

“Damn, Reid,” Morgan smirked. “You dawg!”

A chorus of chuckles echoed through the restaurant as Spencer and Charlotte slid their chairs underneath the table. Spencer’s cheeks flushed a bright red while Charlotte couldn’t help but smirk, too.

“Did you have a good night, guys?” she asked, putting her general manager hat back on.

She leaned across, pressing her chest against Spencer’s upper arm as she reached for the croissants. The action caused Spencer’s cheeks to flush even redder.

“Pretty great, actually. The beds here are heaven!” Penelope exclaimed excitedly and everyone quickly agreed, making Charlotte’s heart happy. She loved it when people were happy after staying at her hotel. The exact reason why she was doing it anyway.

“I bet Spencer had an even better night’s sleep,” Valencia teased, earning a glare from her best friend.

After the laughter died down and Spencer’s cheeks went back to its normal color, the group fell into pleasant conversation. The BAU team wanted to know everything about Hartford while Charlotte and her friends asked them about the cases they had worked on. It was one of the nicest breakfasts Charlotte had ever had and she never wanted to be elsewhere.

The rest of them had wrapped up their breakfast pretty quickly while Charlotte and Spencer stuck around. They were wrapped in conversation, both of them so comfortable that she set a foot on the edge of his chair, his arm wrapped around her thigh and shin, his thumb caressing her skin all while her fingers toyed with his curls.

“I-I’d love to do this again,” Spencer told her shyly. “You know, take you out on a proper date.”

Charlotte’s movements stilled as she retracted her hand from his hair. “Spencer,” she sighed. “I like you, I do. It’s just–”

“We don’t really have a job that allows any form of romantic life,” Spencer finished her sentence and she nodded in agreement. “It’s fine. I get it.”

Her fingers moved back to his curls, a pout pulling at her bottom lip. “I want to, Spence, I really do. I had so much fun last night and getting to know you again.” Her thumb smoothed out the furrow between his brow.

“I had fun too,” Spencer smiled and grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her palm. “And you know, the chances of us bumping into one another again in our lifetime is actually pretty high.”

“How high?”

“Like, ninety nine percent chance.”

Charlotte smiled. “What about the one percent?”

Shrugging, Spencer leaned in closer, mere inches away from her lips. “Some leeway for us in case we lose our way back to each other.” He pressed his lips to hers, which she gladly accepted by deepening the kiss immediately.

“Spence,” JJ’s voice interrupted their moment. When the two of them looked up, they saw the rest of the team passing by the breakfast room with their luggage, ready to leave. “We’re leaving. Are you coming?”

Spencer hummed and nodded his head. He glanced over at Charlotte and took her in as if it was the last time he would see her. From her blonde hair to her green eyes to the soft smile playing on her lips.

He then got up from his chair and exited the breakfast room, leaving her to her devices. Charlotte started on cleaning up the breakfast, quickly getting help from Val, Nisha and Thomas. Halfway through cleaning up, Spencer knocked on the doorframe, capturing the gang’s attention.

“We’re leaving,” he told her.

Charlotte dropped the dirty napkins and bounded towards the hallway, her friends in tow. The BAU team was gathered in the hallway, ready to go back to Washington DC. It was sad to see them go. She actually liked having them around in an empty hotel.

“So, you guys are off to DC again?” she asked. That bittersweet feeling washed over her.

“Thank you for hosting us, Charlotte,” Hotch reached out his hand for her to shake, which she did, gladly. “Come visit us in DC sometime.”

“I will, thanks, Agent Hotchner.”

One by one, the members of the BAU took Charlotte into a hug or kissed her cheeks to say goodbye. All but one. Spencer stood back and waited until every single one of his coworkers had said goodbye to Charlotte and her friends.

“So…” he started, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“So…” she repeated, stepping closer towards him. “Ninety nine percent, right?”

Spencer nodded his head. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to kiss her so badly, but knowing that if he did, he would want to kiss her forever. So, instead, he planted a kiss on her forehead and squeezed her hand.

“I’ll see you later… Lottie,” he hesitated with the nickname, but it rolled over his lips so easily and it sounded lovely, too.

A smile fell on her lips, which she tried to bite away by taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She softly nodded her head and watched as Spencer made his way to the door.

“Hey,” she called, making him turn around again with a quizzical look on his face. “The last bus leaves in five minutes.”

A wide smile befell Spencer’s lips before he turned on his heel and joined his coworkers by the SUVs. Charlotte couldn’t help but stare at the space he just vacated. Her chest felt heavy and her stomach churned while also filling with butterflies.

“Lottie Lot’s in love with a genius,” Thomas singsonged while his arm wrapped around Charlotte’s shoulders.

Charlotte pushed him off her, though she couldn’t keep her smile off her face. Though she didn’t like to admit it, Thomas wasn’t entirely wrong. She had a soft spot for Spencer and she knew she would like to kiss him every single moment of every single day and hold his hand in hers, feeling safe and protected from all things wrong.

For weeks, she thought of him.

When she woke up, Spencer was on her mind. When she went to sleep, he was on her mind. She could not stop thinking about the man she had met seventeen years ago and kissed mere weeks ago. All she wanted to do for weeks was go to him and kiss him.

“You should go to DC,” Nisha told her when she was helping around during breakfast.

Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You keep thinking about him, so you should go to him.”

Scoffing, Charlotte turned on her heel, trying to shake Yanisha off but she was quick on her feet. “No, I do not. I am busy and he is busy. It would be a terrible idea to go visit him because then I don’t think I would return.”

“So you admit it,” she pointed out.

“Admit what?”

Yanisha sighed and grabbed Charlotte’s hand, stopping her from walking away from her. “That you have not been able to stop thinking about him and that you want to kiss him and hug him and repeat the events from that night in room 122.” It all came out in one breath.

“You’re right,” Charlotte said with a pained expression.

Her lips curled up into a smirk. “I know.” Charlotte hesitated, thinking it over. “Go. I’ll help Val around here. We can manage without you for a little while.”

It wasn’t something she could just decide on a whim. She thought about it for a couple more days, made sure everything was set in the hotel for her absence for a couple of days, and then took the first flight to Washington DC.

Equipped with coffee for the entire team, Charlotte made her way to Quantico. After having gone through security and securing her visitor’s badge, she went up to the sixth floor with a nervous flutter in her heart.

As the elevator doors opened and she walked into the bullpen, she was greeted by Emily, Rossi and JJ. All three of them were happy to see her and even more so when she offered them the coffee. Their excitement quickly lured Morgan and Penelope, and even Hotch had to come take a peek to see what was going on.

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” Morgan called when Spencer walked into the bullpen. The young genius didn’t even notice the visitor as she was shielded by his coworkers. “Want some coffee?” He offered the last cup Charlotte had brought.

“Yours has five packets of sugar,” Charlotte added, stepping back to look at him and catching his reaction to his surprise. “Hi Spence.”

“Charlotte–” he chuckled, unsure of what to think or what to say.

“I-I’m sorry to just waltz in like this. I should’ve called, but I just–”

The rest of the team dispersed, leaving the Las Vegas kids alone. Spencer’s eyes were glued on her, feeling like he was dreaming. The girl of his dreams was actually standing in front of him with that beautiful smile and those sparkling green eyes.

Before his brilliant brain could string words together, it decided to act instead of speak. He swiftly swooped her up into his arms and kissed her on the lips, something he had been thinking about since returning from Hartford.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I just– I had to see you,” she told him between kisses.

Spencer smiled. “Ninety-nine percent.”

“I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does Is break and burn, and end But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again” – Taylor Swift

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Chapter Four: Swimming Pool Kisses

<< Chapter Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Warnings: talk about murder, kissing, making out

Author's note: I don't know if I like it, but hey, it's here. Based off things that have actually happened to me.

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“I-It… I dated him, right after high school,” Charlotte started, her eyes nervously flitting towards Spencer. “I-It was just a couple of months and I didn’t see him after that. I-I–” she stuttered and stumbled, barely making proper sentences.

“Charlotte–” Morgan cut her off, which was when she realized every single one of them was staring at her.

“What?” she asked, chuckling nervously.

Hotch’s brows raised. “Name, please, Charlotte.”

Charlotte’s eyes flitted towards Spencer and back to the big boss, nervous to tell them. Nervous to tell him. “Uhm, Bradley Logan…” she mumbled, fidgeting with her Las Vegas bracelet, her eyes focused on the charms.

“You dated Bradley Logan?!” Spencer asked in disbelief as her eyes slowly moved up to his face. “You actually dated the guy that used to bully me in High School?”

She felt tears prick in her eyes. “Yeah, it was dumb. I-I was dumb. We had just graduated and it was summer and it was hot and I was experimenting and one night, at a party, Brad was there and one thing led to another and we hooked up. We kept hooking up and nights together turned into days together, right up until the summer was over and I moved to New York to study but then my scholarship fell through and I had to fend for myself, having me end up in Hartford, Connecticut, working as a maid in a hotel and–” She stopped herself when everyone was staring at her with that look in their eyes that told her she had lost them. “Thing is, when I broke up with him – I-I didn’t really? I just packed up and left, and I suppose he’s still a bit… bitter about that?”

“A bit bitter?” Emily scoffed.

During her rambling, Penelope had been typing away on her computer. It took a few seconds before Hotch turned to the blonde and with one simple, “Garcia?”, it got the technical analyst started on her tangent.

“Bradley Logan, born and raised in Las Vegas. Has some DUI’s on his name as well as one count of domestic violence. According to his socials, he has been dating around and let me tell you, if you put these lovely ladies in front of you, Charlotte, you’d think you’re looking in a mirror,” Penelope looked over at the hotel’s manager. “His last girlfriend – excuse me, fiancée – broke it off just a few weeks ago. They were set to marry but then she cheated on him and that whole thing went bust.”

“That could be the stressor,” Rossi pointed out.

Hotch nodded his head. “His fiancée, she was a blonde with green eyes, too, I guess?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Penelope imitated a bell. “All of his girlfriends were perfect copy-pastes of our lovely Charlotte. Guess someone has a type.”

JJ chuckled. “Or a weird obsession.”

“How long were they together?” Derek asked his coworker.

“Three years,” she replied.

The young man nodded his head. “So, he gets cheated on, gets reminded of his sordid breakup with Charlotte and wants to take revenge for being the first woman breaking his heart by killing people in her place of work,” he theorized before nudging Spencer. “What are you thinking, Genius?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sounds good,” Spencer replied absentmindedly. When he looked up at the blonde next to him. “I can’t believe you dated Bradley Logan…” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” Charlotte sighed. “I wasn’t – I wasn’t right in the head back then.”

“He does fit the profile,” Emily muttered, breaking up the conversation between the old pals.

Looking back up at the technical analyst, Hotch nodded. “Where is he now, Garcia?”

Before she could answer, the curly-headed Latina burst into the meeting room, completely out of breath and her face white as a ghost. The scene caused Charlotte to perk up, worry seeping within her.

“Val? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It’s Room 304… There’s someone in there…” The words came out into a whisper, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear and exchange worried glances.

The team quickly slid their chairs back and got themselves ready, donning their bulletproof vests. Charlotte was frozen, staring at them in pure horror. She didn’t know what to do. Everyone was moving, all of them in a rush. For once, she actually felt the way her parents took her for; useless.

Everything went by in a flash. One second, they were in the meeting room, and the next the team burst into Room 304 and apprehending Bradley Logan. The look he gave her when Spencer pushed him through the lobby with his hands cuffed behind his back sent shivers down her spine. She hadn’t seen Brad in fifteen years and suddenly he was murdering guys to get her attention.

Her eyes didn’t stay on her ex too long as they drifted to the man walking behind him. If she thought he was attractive before, his attractiveness had doubled by the way he moved and held Bradley in place to escort him out.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she muttered under her breath.

“I know,” Val sighed. “And I’m not even attracted to men.”

Charlotte chuckled before heading out the door and meeting the BAU team outside. They had just put Bradley into the cop car, ready to jet off to jail. Smiling half-heartedly, Charlotte joined by Emily’s side.

“I wanted to say thank you for dealing with this so swiftly,” she started with a sigh. “Why don’t you stay another night and allow me to make you guys a good meal… To thank you…”

A smile landed on Hotch’s lips, a rarity for him, she had noticed, before he nodded his head. “Yeah, that sounds nice, actually,” he said. “Thank you, Charlotte.”

“Cool. I’ll see you guys tonight in the ballroom at seven.” She snapped her fingers, almost doing finger guns, but stopping herself just in time so as to not embarrass herself.

The team nodded their heads, all of them smiling thankfully as they watched her walk back inside. Charlotte felt a little weird after everything had gone down. On one hand, she felt as though she needed to stay strong so she could open the hotel again as soon as possible while on the other hand, she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

“Hey,” the familiar voice of Spencer Reid caught her attention. Charlotte turned around to face him. “You all right?”

She offered him a tearful smile. “I-I’m fine, Spencer. Thanks.”

Before she could turn away from him, he grabbed her shaking hands and held them. Simple as that. He just held her hands to stop them from shaking and it almost felt as though he was holding her together.

“It’s perfectly normal — and even healthy — to start shaking or trembling immediately following a traumatic event,” he muttered. “It’s how the body releases or discharges the extra defensive energy that gets “stuck” in the body during a traumatic event.”

Furrowing her brows, Charlotte looked up at Spencer. “Why are you citing facts to me?” she chuckled.

Spencer opened his mouth, but closed it again when he didn’t find the right words. It resulted in a few weird sounds coming out before actual words tumbled out. “I-It’s something that I do. People-Some people find it incredibly annoying, so I’m sorry to–”

“No, it’s fine. I like that.”

A smile befell his lips as he looked into her green eyes. His thumb grazed the little Las Vegas charms on her bracelet. He gazed down to the piece of jewelry and turned her wrist upwards and played around with the little charm of the Las Vegas skyline.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Just something to remind me of where I’m from,” she replied with a shrug and shook her hands out of his grip. “I have to go and clean up the meeting room, so I-I’ll see you tonight at dinner, yeah?”

As Charlotte stepped away from him, Spencer simultaneously took a step, too. “I’ll come and help.”

There wasn’t much Charlotte could do but let him help her. At first, they moved around the meeting room in silence. They slinked around each other, apologies flying through the air as they nearly bumped into each other. It wasn’t until a few minutes in that Charlotte broke the silence.

“I read your dissertation, you know,” she told him, which caught his attention. A chuckle rolled off her lips when she noticed his surprised expression. “I read everything you wrote or were mentioned in. Reading about what you had been up to kept me a little connected to Las Vegas while I wasn’t doing too good.”

Spencer tried to bite back his smile. “Oh,” he said, a weird sense of pride bubbling up inside of him.

He didn’t quite know what to say to that. His brilliant brain short-circuited. All this time, while he was obsessing about her and remembering her almost daily, she was thinking about him all the same.

“Yeah,” she whispered, almost cursing at herself for getting so open and vulnerable with him. There was so much more she wanted to tell him, but she didn’t know how or if it was even the right thing to say. All she knew was that she felt at ease with him. She felt stronger, more confident, just like she did that day when she stood up for him. “Well, anyway. I’m gonna go chain Thomas to the kitchen tiles so he can make us the best dinner of all time,” she then said and walked out of the meeting room, leaving Spencer alone.

For a while, he just stood there and watched the doorway she had disappeared from. His heart was full and happy, even after what had transpired with his high school bully and his high school crush. She was being honest and open with him, something he never thought could even happen.

“Welcome to your very own, super-mega-deluxe Hartford Hotel dinner,” Charlotte announced ceremonially as she opened the double doors to the ballroom. Together with Thomas, Yanisha and Valencia, she had decked out the space with one big round table in the middle, set with their finest dishes and lit by every single candle the hotel owned.

“Courtesy of Tommy, Nisha, Val and Lottie,” Val added with a smirk.

All of them had dressed up, too. They had turned their thank-you-supper into a fancy dress meal, which Charlotte absolutely loved. She loved how they had put in the effort, no matter how little sleep they had gotten over the past few days.

“This is amazing, Lottie,” Penelope gasped, too occupied by the sight in front of her, she didn’t even notice the nickname had slipped out. Charlotte had noticed and she felt a little flutter in her stomach.

“Let’s start with a toast,” she then said as they took a seat and reached for the glass of champagne Yanisha had filled up for all of them. “To the best BAU team to ever exist and to catching yet another bad guy.”

“And to Charlotte and her team,” Hotch quickly added, raising his glass, too. “For hosting us during the case and for hosting us tonight.”

A chorus of “cheers” echoed through the ballroom, the starting signal for their delicious meal, prepared by the best chef in all of Hartford. He had made two different dishes, one vegetarian, one with meat. Just to be sure and so people could choose which one they wanted.

It turned out to be the best way to finish up a case. With conversation flowing as smoothly as the wine. By the time they’d had their dessert, everyone was already pretty drunk and the volume of the music had been turned all the way up.

At one point, Penelope, Val and Charlotte had gotten up on the small stage at the back of the room with Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood blaring through the speakers, the girls singing along loudly and rather off-key.

It made for great entertainment, though.

“D’you know what would be great right now?” Val sighed and Charlotte knew immediately what she was going to say. “A dip in the pool.”

Charlotte pressed her lips together to keep herself from smiling. This had happened before. More than once. She almost said no to her best friend until JJ and Emily agreed to the Latina’s sentiment.

“Oh my God,” JJ all but groaned. “That would be so good!”

Rolling her eyes, Charlotte moved to the bar and reached for the key she had left behind. “Fine – follow me!” she said overly excited and guided the overly excited and confused agents down to the basement where the hotel’s spa was located.

“Holy shit,” Emily chuckled as she took in the sight before her.

The blue light of the swimming pool reflected on the ceiling in rippling waves. There were a couple of saunas, a jacuzzi and some deckchairs around for the ultimate relaxation of the guests. Charlotte was pretty proud of the spa. It was something you didn’t find very often in the hotels in Hartford.

“I didn’t bring my bathing suit, though,” JJ told them.

Chuckling, Charlotte untied the knot in her wrap-dress and let the fabric fall off her shoulders, leaving her in her underwear. Valencia, Yanisha and Thomas were stripping too, something they had done many a time before. “Neither do we. Come on, it’s fine! We’ve done this so many times before.”

As Charlotte went to get the towels and bathrobes for everyone in her underwear, she didn’t catch Spencer’s baffled expression. It was only when she returned and found everyone in their underwear jumping in the swimming pool but him that she let out a chuckle.

“Close your mouth, genius. You’ll catch a fly.” She patted his cheek with her free hand before dropping the towels on one of the lounging chairs. Once she had both hands free, she turned towards him and loosened his tie. “Come on,” she whispered. “Join in on the fun.”

It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Spencer to join all of them in the pool. At first, the group participated in their usual pool games, like taking turns in Morgan’s or Thomas’ neck to push one another off or a competition to see who could hold a handstand the longest. A heap of teenagers in adult bodies.

But then the group started to divide. Some of them went into the jacuzzi, others decided to try the saunas. Only Spencer and Charlotte stuck to a corner of the pool, wrapped up in pleasant conversation about Las Vegas and their life.

“I used to have the biggest crush on you after you saved me,” Spencer admitted sheepishly.

Charlotte let out a charmed laugh at the confession. “You did?” She ran her fingers through his wet hair, pushing it out of his face. The movement and the closeness of the woman caused Spencer to falter.

His hazel eyes flicked from her green orbs to her pink lips and back. “Yeah. I think I still do, actually.” It came out in a mumble as though his lips couldn’t handle anything more.

“Good,” Charlotte whispered, her eyes falling back to his lips whilst hers curled up into a smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Very good, even.”

And without any warning, Charlotte diminished the distance between them and kissed him. Startled, Spencer quickly recomposed himself and placed his hands on the sides of her face, holding her in place or needing something to hold onto for his own sanity. He was quick to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue across her lips.

All of it felt so right.

This was where they were supposed to be.

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Chapter Three: I Know Who Did It

<< Chapter Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Warnings: mention of a murder, language

Author's note: I think I love Spencer and Charlotte, not gonna lie...

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“Charlotte, this is the team. Agent Morgan, Prentiss, Hotchner, Rossi, Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia and Doctor–”

“Spencer Reid…” Charlotte murmured, not even registering any of the other names the blonde was summing up. His eyes widened ever so softly as if he was surprised she even remembered him.

When she finally tore her gaze off him, his coworkers were looking at the two of them with wide-eyed, mouth-ajar looks on their faces as though they had just figured something out that had brought them the greatest joy.

“We, uh, went to school together,” she quickly defended herself, shaking her head and letting out an awkward chuckle, though she couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him.

He’d grown taller. His hair was still long, but it was curly now when it had been straight when they met seventeen years ago. He had grown out of that baby face and instead got a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones.

Charlotte couldn’t lie that the kid she knew had grown up into an attractive young man.

“I think we better get started,” Agent Hotchner then cut in, biting back that proud smirk of his. “Miss Morris, can you tell us where to set up?”

Inhaling sharply, Charlotte nodded her head and motioned for the team to follow her. “Sure, we’ve cleared out the meeting room for you guys. And, please, call me Charlotte.” She guided them to the end of the hallway where the smaller meeting room was. “This is all yours. If you need anything, please, come and find me or any of the hotel staff. There’s coffee in the lobby. Bathroom is right down the hall. The Sheriff will be here in a couple minutes.”

“Thank you, Charlotte,” said Aaron before getting started.

“Oh, Charlotte, quick question,” Penelope captured her attention. “Could I get into your security cameras?”

Nodding her head, Charlotte placed her hand on Penelope’s arm. “Sure thing, Sugar. I’ll send out Ben to help you out with that. He’s our tech guy.”

“Thanks.”

Charlotte gave Penelope a curt nod and turned on her heel to leave when she was stopped by someone else grabbing her elbow.

“Hey, Charlotte.”

When she turned, she was met with a pair of beautiful hazel eyes that searched her face for some sort of recognition. Her knees buckled ever so slightly, but she could pick herself back up and recompose before very coolly saying, “Yes, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer chuckled awkwardly, his gaze casting to the floor. “Uh, it’s-it’s nice to see you again.”

“You too, Spencer.” She took a few steps before turning back with a smirk on her face. “Hey, you better hurry. Last bus leaves in five minutes.”

Leaving him with a dizzy head and a heart beating a thousand miles an hour, Charlotte made her way back to the back office where she helped Valencia call every single one of the guests that were supposed to arrive today to tell them they were being relocated. It wasn’t the most fun job, but it had to be done. They were not going to be able to host anyone for the coming week.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, unfortunately, this is out of my hands. I wish I could do more, but all I can do is give you another place to stay.” As Charlotte spoke to the woman on the phone, she noticed two of the agents approaching. She looked up and gave them a smile. “The Riverside Hotel is incredibly nice, ma’am. I promise you, you’ll be in very good hands.”

“Can we get any compensation for this?”

Charlotte tried her hardest not to let out a sigh of her frustration. “No, ma’am, I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing more we can do. We’ll send you the details of the hotel, so then all you have to do is go there, sit back and relax. I promise you, it’s gonna be as good as it would be here.”

The woman on the other side of the line did sigh. “I mean, I guess–” She muttered before hanging up very rudely.

Rolling her eyes, Charlotte put down the phone and brought her gaze up to Spencer and Derek. Spencer’s hazel eyes locked with hers and Charlotte couldn’t help the smile curling her lips upwards.

“Hi,” she greeted, “Can I help you guys?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something, then halted and glanced over towards his coworker as if to ask for his permission to speak. “Yeah, we have to ask you a couple of questions, if that’s all right. It’s just routine.” He offered her a tender smile.

“Yeah, sure,” Charlotte nodded. “Let’s go into my office?”

The two men nodded before following Charlotte towards her office. She let them walk in first and then shut the door behind her. There was a nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach as she motioned for them to take a seat.

“Charlotte, how long have you been the manager here?” Derek questioned.

She furrowed her brows in thought. “For a little over four years, I think. Worked five years at reception, five years housekeeping before that.”

“So fourteen years here,” Derek pointed out and Charlotte nodded in agreement. “Did something unusual happen over the last couple weeks? Any guests feeling uncomfortable about another guest? Anyone of your staff acting weird?”

Allowing herself to think back over the last few weeks, Charlotte took a moment before answering. “No… No, I don’t think so. I mean, it’s been pretty busy the last few weeks, so we’ve been focusing on making sure our housekeeping team is happy and can get their work done, making sure we have enough staff to handle the breakfast shift. I-I haven’t really been able to stop and check with the guests. Our team at the front desk are the ones who come in contact with our guests the most.”

“Has housekeeping told you anything about any weird guests?” Spencer then queried, his serious face softening when Charlotte’s eyes landed on him. Ever since that night seventeen years ago when she had saved him, Charlotte had been Spencer’s weak spot.

A chuckle rolled over her lips. “Yeah, all the time. But not in the creepy-murderer-type of way, more like gross old white men asking to sleep with them. I-It’s happened a lot before and our girls know how to deal with that.”

“Do you have any identification of the person renting out room 304?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, I checked it, they’ve given us false identification. They checked in as Joey Tribbiani with the first murder,” Charlotte chuckled and shook her head. “He had a fake ID, we knew that, but we also respect people’s privacy, so we don’t force them to give their actual name, you know?”

“On what name did he check in last time?” asked Spencer.

Charlotte’s eyes flicked towards Spencer, her face fell. “Uhm, Alexa Lisben…”

The twenty-nine-year-old suddenly flashed back to seventeen years ago when he was stripped naked and bound to a goalpost. All of that started with Alex Lisben, too. “A-Alexa Lisben?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte whispered. “A-at first I thought it was gonna be her, and I was kinda excited to show her where I had ended up, you know?” She chuckled at how ridiculous she sounded. “But when I asked my reception team who had checked in, they said it was a man in a dress with a sunhat and sunglasses. He was actually kinda rude.”

Derek nodded his head while Spencer’s mind was racing. “Who was the one checking him in?”

“Uhm, lemme double check that,” she mumbled and grabbed the schedule on her desk. “That would be Britt and Lana.”

“Are they in today?”

Charlotte shook her head. “Not yet. They’re supposed to come in at four, but I’m not sure if I’m gonna let anyone come in at this point.”

“We’re gonna need to talk to everyone who worked that day or in the last couple of days. Uh, reception team, housekeeping, breakfast team. Anyone who was around, would be great.”

Nodding her head, Charlotte heaved in a deep breath. “I-I’ll try to get everyone in as soon as I can.”

This whole investigation was taking a toll on her. It was exhausting to take care of everything; contacting all the guests, future and present, asking all her employees to come in to be questioned by the FBI, recounting her own steps.

She rubbed her hands over her face, letting her fingers glide through her long blonde hair.

“Okay, thank you, Charlotte,” Derek nodded with a tender smile before sliding his chair back. Spencer and Charlotte followed his example and walked out of the office, back into the lobby where Valencia was still calling the guests.

“I’m gonna make some coffee. Anyone else want some?” Charlotte asked before her eyes fell on the couple walking into the hotel. The familiar faces of Thomas and Yanisha caused a weight to fall off her shoulders. “Tommy,” she sighed before rushing towards him and embracing him tightly.

She needed to feel the familiarity of Thomas’ arms around her to pick her back up.

“Is there anything we can do?” Yanisha asked, her brown doe-eyes swimming with worry.

Charlotte stepped back from her hug with Thomas and looked around. “Maybe, uhm, maybe help Val and Andreas calling up the guests and canceling them for the upcoming week?” Thomas and Yanisha nodded their heads. “I’ll make some coffee for everyone.”

With her mind preoccupied and completely zoned out, Charlotte started making coffee for everyone. The adrenaline had gotten her this far without breaking down, but she wasn’t sure how long she was going to be able to keep it together.

She handed a cup to Thomas, Yanisha and Valencia and checked up on them quickly before heading down to the meeting room to get a cup to Derek and Spencer. When she walked into the meeting room, she just found one of the agents sitting at the round table with shreds of paper around him.

“Oh, hey, where’s the rest of the team?” she asked while handing him his cup and setting the one she initially got for Derek down. She sipped the third coffee, allowing the bitter liquid to wake up her senses.

“Prentiss and Rossi are upstairs, Hotch and Morgan went to the police department with JJ. Penelope is with Ben –” he explained, then looked at his cup of coffee. “Do you have any sugar?”

Charlotte nodded and moved over to the cupboard in the corner, opening one of the drawers and taking out a small packet of sugar and tossing it to Spencer.

“Do you have any more?” he chuckled. With an amused smile on her face, Charlotte grabbed the basket and placed it in front of him on the table. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled and watched as he put at least five packets in his coffee. “So, what are you doing?”

Spencer inhaled deeply before sitting back and taking a quick sip of his coffee. “The scraps of paper that were found in the room. I’m trying to put them back together to read it.” Charlotte placed her hand on the table and leaned over his shoulder to watch along.

“Do you need any help?” she asked, making Spencer look up at her.

His hazel eyes met her green ones, causing a spark to zip through her. Both of them faltered, suddenly forgetting about why they were here in the first place. Just looking at each other brought them back to high school when Charlotte stopped Bradley Logan and his gang from bullying Spencer.

“Your hair–” he then said. “It’s not pink anymore.”

Charlotte chuckled and straightened up to brush a hand through her long blonde hair. “No, I kinda grew bored of it at nineteen. Grew it out and let the pink fade until I got my natural color again.”

“I like it,” Spencer smiled before his eyes flicked towards the hallways where he saw Thomas and Val walking around. “So, uh, you and that guy? What’s the story there?”

Charlotte looked up to find her two best friends and chuckled. “That’s my roommate, Thomas. We dated, briefly, but we quickly realized that we worked better as friends. So…” She looked at him and noticed the curious sparkle in his eyes. “I am completely single at the moment. It’s, uh, not easy to run a hotel and maintain a healthy relationship. I’ve tried – and failed.”

“Yeah,” Spencer chuckled. “I know what you mean. My job isn’t too easy for any form of romantic life either.”

Exhaling through her nose, Charlotte took a seat next to him and overlooked the shreds of paper scattered in front of them. “All right, what do you have?” she asked, but before he could answer, the chipper and colorful Penelope entered the meeting room.

“I found something,” she told them, out of breath, and beckoned them to follow her towards the back office where she was combing through security footage with Ben from tech. “Just two days ago, he was at the front desk, flirting with a blonde girl that wasn’t you.”

Penelope sat down in front of the computer and showed the footage to Spencer and Charlotte. “Th-that’s Lana.”

“What else do you know about her?” Spencer asked.

“Uhm, she’s a student, trying to pay for college with what she earns here. She’s about twenty, outgoing, and kind-hearted. She’s a hard worker and smiles at everyone,” Charlotte introduced her employee to the agent.

Spencer nodded his head. “Ask her to come in. I’ll have Morgan and Emily talk to her.”

With a quick nod, Charlotte rushed to her office for her phone and called Lana in. She felt like they were getting closer to finding out who had done this. And for once, she felt like she was being useful. Something her parents would never call her.

“Anything else, Spencer?” she asked, her phone clutched in her hand.

For a second, Spencer faltered, but he then quickly recomposed himself, remembering he was on the job. “Can you help me with the puzzle? Garcia, I’m gonna need you to keep looking for anything you can find about this man.”

“Val,” Charlotte captured her best friend’s attention. “When Lana gets here, tell her to stay put and introduce her to Agent Morgan.” Valencia nodded her head determinedly. “How are we doing on the relocations?”

“Everyone checking in today has been contacted and sent the new details. Thomas and Nisha are up to Friday by now,” Valencia briefed her boss, earning a nod and a smile from the blonde.

“All right,” Charlotte whispered before turning back to Spencer. “Let’s go.”

Spencer and Charlotte made it back to the meeting room where they started on their puzzle. Their hands bumped every now and again as they tried to reach for pieces across the table, and it sent sparks up their arms. Awkward giggles filled the rooms while the only other sound bouncing off the walls were their theories.

“Wait, Charlotte,” Spencer mumbled as he pieced something together. “This says your name right here.” He pointed to the letter he had put together.

“CHA-RLO-TTE,” it read.

Furrowing her brows, Charlotte looked at the letter. Her shoulder was pressed against Spencer’s as she leaned over. She was suddenly hyper-aware of his presence and every touch felt like fire. But the cozy, warm kind on a cold winter’s night.

“Oh my God,” she whispered just as Derek and Emily entered the meeting room, followed by Hotch and Rossi. Her eyes landed on the team, wide and filled with fear.

“What’s going on?” Hotch questioned.

“I know who did it.”

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Begin Again: Chapter Two | Spencer Reid

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<< Chapter One

Chapter Two: Room 304

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Warnings: Suggestive language, foul language, talk of murder, talk of death, description of a crime scene, mention of blood.

Author's note: Wooohooo part two!

Words: 1.6K

He had been staring at his phone for hours. The phone number he had saved last night had been screaming at him, telling him to call it. Yet, he still hesitated. Every logical sense in him told him he shouldn’t call her. It would’ve been too creepy, too stalkery for him to call her so out of the blue.

“What are you up to, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked when he found his coworker at his desk, staring at his cellphone, something the young profiler usually never did.

Spencer coughed and stuffed his phone in his pocket. “N-nothing,” he stuttered.

“Oh, come on now.” Derek sat down on the corner of Spencer’s desk. “You’re thinking about calling her, aren’t you?”

Of course Spencer couldn’t lie to Derek. To none of his colleagues, for that matter. They were the best at their job. It shouldn’t surprise him that he knew what was happening.

“Isn’t it weird to call someone after not having seen them for seventeen years?” Spencer asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

Derek shrugged. “It’s only gonna be weird if you make it weird,” he said, then sighed at the sight of his coworker’s forlorn expression. “If you don’t feel confident calling her, then don’t. Give it some time. Think it over. But, kid…” Spencer looked up at him again. “If a girl has been on your mind for seventeen years, it must mean something.”

“Yeah… I guess…”

“Morning, sunshine,” Thomas greeted when Charlotte raced out of her room with her blouse only half done up and still sticking out of her dress pants. The young man was enjoying the sight in front him more than his morning cereal.

His roommate was racing around the house looking for her stuff whilst still getting dressed, clearly in a rush to get to work.

“Morning,” Charlotte grunted as she clasped her watch around her wrist before moving to continue buttoning her blouse. “I-I need… Did you see my–”

“On the kitchen counter,” Thomas replied, pointing at the kitchen.

He didn’t even need any more information to know what she was looking for. It was the little bracelet she always wore with the Las Vegas charms. One had the Vegas skyline, the other was a deck of cards. She had taken it off last night when she was heating up the dinner Thomas had left for her.

She could never leave the house with it.

“Thanks, my sweet,” she mumbled as she walked over to the counter and put the bracelet back on around her wrist, right next to her watch. “Oh, hey, do you wanna have lunch with me and Val later? We’ve got the big meeting with the mayor just before noon, so we figured we could take a break and have some lunch together. Wanna join?”

Thomas sipped his coffee, letting the question simmer in his mind. “Oh, uh, yeah, sure!”

“Can I come?” The incredibly beautiful British accent of Yanisha Kumar echoed through the air.

The beautiful Indian-Brit slunk around her boyfriend and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She was wearing one of his shirts, which was big enough to reach beneath her bum and made her long legs look even longer. Next to Yanisha, Charlotte was but a blob, but she had managed to get over her insecurities the more she got to know Yanisha.

“Yes! Please, join us,” Charlotte affirmed as she tucked his shirt in her pants. “I’ll see you both later then.” She kissed both of them on the cheek, took a gulp of Thomas’ coffee and then grabbed her stuff to leave the apartment.

“Good luck on the big meeting, Lot!” Yanisha called after her whilst Thomas simply yelled out a “bye!”.

As Charlotte moved through the hotel on her morning walk-through, she ran all the things that she wanted to talk about during the meeting with the mayor through her head. There was so much she had to be thinking about. Nothing could make her stray from the boost of confidence she was on to tackle the mayor down and get what she needed for the hotel.

“Jeez,” Val complained when Charlotte walked into the back offices. The young receptionist was vacuuming the carpeted floor around their desks. “I suck dick better than this piece of shit.”

The thirty-something general manager chuckled. “You don’t suck dick, Val.”

She stopped her vacuum-cleaning and looked up. “Exactly my point.”

“You’re a menace to society, my darling.” Charlotte took a seat at her desk and sighed. “Can you go and check on Joy and Tinashe? One of them needed more rose petals.”

Valencia hummed as she straightened out her skirt before heading off to check up on the housekeeping team. With a sigh, Charlotte started rummaging through her files and wrote down all of the bullet points that had rushed through her head during her walk-through.

“Lottie…”

Charlotte looked up from her paperwork at Val and her heart shot up to her throat. The look on her face didn’t predict much good. In fact, it was the same look she had given her a little over a week ago when one of the guests didn’t check out on time and they were met with the most horrifying scene of their career.

“No,” Charlotte mumbled and got up before grabbing Val’s hand, allowing the receptionist to guide her towards the room in question. “304, again?” She whispered as she took out her keycard to open the door.

Neither of them stepped inside, but Charlotte did lean in to slide her card into the slot for electricity, her hands shaking as she did so. The lights in the room flickered on, revealing the one thing both women were so afraid of.

“Val, honey… Go downstairs and call 911…” She whispered, not taking her eyes off the man on the bed. Splatters of blood decorated the walls and furniture around. From where she stood, the man was stabbed to death, multiple times before his throat was slashed.

It was the second time she had seen something like this, though nothing could ever prepare you for how horrifying it is.

It made her wonder how anyone in law enforcement could possibly do it.

“We’re going to Hartford, Connecticut,” JJ started the briefing, showing the crime scene photos of the hotel room. “It’s the second murder in the same hotel in two weeks.”

Ignoring the little flip of his heart at the mention of the city, Spencer dove straight into the case file. “Stab wounds and a sliced throat, that’s overkill. Was the previous MO the same?”

“No. The first time, the victim died from asphyxiation,” JJ informed.

Emily’s brows furrowed. “Then how do we even know it’s the same UnSub?”

“It happened in the same exact room, room 304 and he left this behind…” JJ showed a close-up of the shreds of paper scattered around the body and room. “Paper shreds around the body, all seemingly with the same handwriting.”

Hotch nodded his head whilst gathering the files in the folder and scraping his chair back. “He’s accelerating. We’ll debrief further on the plane. Wheels up in ten.”

“Hey,” Morgan started when the team filed into the jet. Spencer and Derek sat down opposite each other. “Doesn’t Charlotte live in Hartford?” he asked with a half-teasing smirk on his face.

“Who’s Charlotte?” Emily queried, interested in any and all workplace gossip.

Chuckling, Derek turned to his female coworkers, wanting them in on what he and Penelope had found out for Spencer. “She's Spencer’s high school crush.”

“Oh,” JJ tried to bite back a smirk. The boy next to her was blushing furiously. “Weren’t you like twelve in high school?”

Spencer hummed. “Yes, I was,” he simply answered, not giving any details.

“How old does that make her?” Emily asked, furrowing her eyebrows in thought.

“Thirty-three,” Penelope responded as she pushed through the aisle with her luggage. “She was born on January twentieth, 1976, which makes her four years older than our dear Reid and a Capricorn.”

Derek’s brows furrowed as he shot up to help her put her luggage in the overhead compartment. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Hotch asked me to come,” she replied, nodding towards Hotch and Rossi, who had just boarded the plane. “Said I could do my sleuthing there with the security cameras and everything.”

“Can we focus on the case instead of Spencer’s high school crushes?” Hotch ordered, though he couldn’t hide the proud smile on his face. He knew something Spencer did not know yet and he wasn’t going to say anything before Spencer could find out himself.

For a good hour and a half, the team bounced theories off each other, based on the facts they had, until they landed in Hartford, Connecticut. Hotch had told them they were all going to set up at the hotel where it had happened as the general manager had told them they were allowed to set up shop in the meeting room, just so they could be close to the crime scene.

The team entered the hotel, looking around and taking everything in so they wouldn’t miss any details that could come in handy later. The only detail Spencer did miss was the young general manager walking up to them and shaking JJ’s hand.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau, we spoke on the phone,” JJ introduced herself.

“I’m Charlotte Morris, general manager.”

As the words rolled off her lips, Spencer’s head snapped up and when his eyes landed on her, his world started spinning. There she was. Although her hair had grown longer and the pink was all gone, it was still her. The same girl from seventeen years ago was still very visible through her kind smile and her worry-filled eyes.

Then, their eyes locked and for a second, Spencer thought he was going to black out.

He watched all of it begin again.

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Begin Again: Chapter Two - Sneak-peek | Spencer Reid

“What are you up to, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked when he found his coworker at his desk, staring at his cellphone, something the young profiler usually never did.

Spencer coughed and stuffed his phone in his pocket. “N-nothing,” he stuttered.

“Oh, come on now.” Derek sat down on the corner of Spencer’s desk. “You’re thinking about calling her, aren’t you?”

Of course Spencer couldn’t lie to Derek. To none of his colleagues, for that matter. They were the best at their job. It shouldn’t surprise him that he knew what was happening.

“Isn’t it weird to call someone after not having seen them for seventeen years?” Spencer asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Yeah… I guess…”

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Begin Again: Chapter One | Spencer Reid

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Chapter One: The Savior

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Chapter Summary: Spencer recounts the story of when he met Charlotte Morris in high school. However, she's not what she used to be. Presently, she's a hotel manager in Connecticut...

Warnings: Spencer being bullied, one bridezilla, but that's it, I think.

Author's note: Eeep! First part! Hope you like it :)

Words: 2.1K

“I was in the library… and uhm, Harper Hillman comes up to me. She tells me that, uhm, Alexa Lisben wants to meet me behind the fieldhouse. Alexa Lisben’s like easily the prettiest girl in school. So, I went to the fieldhouse and Alexa Lisben was there… Along with the entire football team. They, uhm, stripped me naked and tied me to a goalpost… Nobody stopped them, I begged them to, but all the kids just stood there and laughed. They just laughed at me until Charlotte Morris stepped up.

“Everyone was scared of Charlotte Morris. She was this five foot something goth girl with pink, short hair and piercings all over her face. She was a sophomore back then, but even the seniors were scared of her…”

“Come on, Bradley. Don’t you have anything better to do than pick on kids half your size?!” Her low-pitched voice captured the attention of all the kids surrounding him. Within seconds, the kids dispersed, leaving Spencer and Charlotte behind.

As the girl approached him, his heartbeat quickened. Though she had defended him, he was still somewhat scared she was going to do something to him. But she simply looked at him, tilted her head and rolled her lips inwards in a sympathetic smile before starting to untie him.

“You okay?” she asked and handed him his clothes.

Spencer stuttered and stammered. “Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” He covered his bare chest with his clothes, suddenly self-conscious. “Thank you… Charlotte.” Her name came out of his mouth like a careful whisper as though it was a chant that would bring out all the bad monsters.

“Don’t mention it,” she smiled, a rare thing for Charlotte Morris. She reached out and flattened a piece of his hair that stuck out before turning on her heel and walking away from him. She took a good three strides before turning back. “You better hurry – the last bus leaves in five minutes.”

“And I was obsessed with her for the rest of high school,” he concluded his story with a sigh. “I think I still kind of am.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head.

“You should call her,” Derek told him, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he puffed out a breath of air. “No. It’s been seventeen years since I last talked to her and even then I didn’t say much.”

“You didn’t speak to her after that night?”

“No,” he mumbled. “I was a twelve year old in high school and very, very scared of girls, especially that one.”

A sigh heaved Derek’s chest as he patted Spencer’s back. “If she’s still on your mind after seventeen years, I think she might be worth it to look her up.” With that, Derek left the room to let Spencer continue looking into the case they were working on, letting him simmer in Derek’s words.

Maybe he was right. Maybe he should look up Charlotte Morris.

“I’m gonna need everyone to be in tiptop form today,” she said to the group of people in front of her. “We have a wedding party here this weekend which means I’m expecting smiles from everyone at all times, nothing is too difficult and everything is possible.” She took a deep breath before her eyes landed on the curly headed Latina in the front. “That means you too, Val.”

The Latina rolled her eyes at her boss, though she couldn’t hide the smile that threatened to spill across her face. “Sure thing, boss.” She saluted just as the employees were dismissed. Quickly falling into step with the five-foot-something blonde, the women made their way towards the reception desk. “You’re always so stressed when there’s a wedding party, Lottie. You know we can manage, right?”

Charlotte Morris was very often very happy to be the general manager at Hartford City Hotel and Spa, except when there were big events taking place in their ballroom or the vast garden behind the establishment. Don’t get her wrong, she was grateful for the opportunities she had gotten here, having worked herself up from housekeeping to receptionist to general manager. But being responsible for a team of thirty employees and guests in every single one of the forty-two rooms they had, was a big chore.

“Do you, Val? Because last time we had a wedding party here, Samantha nearly burned down the kitchen, Tinashe left when only seventy percent of her rooms were done and you had about five breakdowns during which you insulted at least half of the guests,” Charlotte summed up as she placed her clipboard on the reception desk.

Valencia Carrera was Charlotte’s best friend, which made it hard to be her boss, sometimes. But they just about managed. Val knew not to take anything Charlotte said on the workfloor to heart and Charlotte knew she could actually be stern towards the Latina whilst also having fun.

“Hey, that man was asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. He dug his own grave.”

Chuckling, Charlotte shook her head before taking a look at the reservations for the day. Thirty of the forty-two rooms were booked by the wedding party. The other twelve were booked by individuals. Couples, families and business guests alike.

Everything needed to go perfectly. The reputation of the hotel was hanging on a thread with what had transpired last week. She was still shaken up from what she had found in room 304. Luckily, the situation was dealt with delicately and subtly. As to not alert the guests.

“CHARLIE!” the short, yet brute way her name was yelled and the sudden appearance in front of her made her jump out of her skin.

Clutching her heart, she looked up to find the tall blond with piercing blue eyes she called her roommate. The two of them had met on her first day in Hartford. She was going on a grocery store run for Babette, the general manager at the time when she bumped into him in the dairy aisle. Milk had spilt everywhere, including on her shirt.

He felt so bad, he offered to buy her coffee. Ever since, the two of them have been best friends and she even moved in with him when the hotel was fully booked, unable to offer her housing for at least a month.

“Jesus Christ, Tommy,” she gasped. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Thomas tilted his head slightly. “Am I? Or am I the best roommate ever who brings you leftover food from the restaurant he works at?” He offered her a Tupperware with presumably delicious contents.

Thomas Parks was one of the top chefs in Hartford’s most esteemed restaurant with his harshest critics living in his apartment.

A surprised gasp left her lips as she walked around the reception desk to accept the Tupperware with both hands and a kiss to Thomas’ cheek. “You are the best roommate ever!”

“I know. I know,” he said, smirking. “Hey, will you be home for dinner and movie night tonight?”

Charlotte’s lips pressed together in a grimace. “I doubt it. With the preparations for the wedding tomorrow and the guests streaming in, I think it’s gonna be a very long night.”

“Mmh,” Thomas hummed and nodded his head in understanding. “Don’t forget to drink and eat.” He kissed her cheek this time. “And call me if you need any extra hands.”

“Will do, Tommy. Thank you. Say hi to Nisha for me.” Charlotte waved as Thomas made his way to the door, which he quickly returned, walking backwards for a split second. When he turned, he nearly walked into a guest, but he was able to recover before the collision even happened. And, like the true gentleman he is, allowed the guest to pass him before he walked away.

Having seen all of it, Charlotte couldn’t help but roll her eyes and shake her head. That was the Thomas Parks she knew. It wasn’t a lie either that they both harbored feelings for one another at some point. They even tried dating once, but quickly realized they were better off as friends and roommates rather than lovers.

Besides, Thomas found love with Yanisha Kumar, the beautiful Indian Trinity College girl he met three years ago. She lived with Thomas and Charlotte most of the time, which Charlotte delighted in. Conspiring with Nisha against Thomas was her favorite way to pass time.

“Char, we’ve got a problem with the mother of our bridezilla…” Val told her.

With a sigh, Charlotte placed the Tupperware on the reception desk and followed her employee to the problem at hand. The bride was complaining to her mother and maid of honor about the color of the flowers, which were long ordered and ready to be set up tomorrow. There was no way of canceling or changing that order now. It was clear the mother had had enough and was ready to be saved.

“Ladies,” Charlotte announced her arrival with that hospitality-smile she always sported. “Can I help out with anything?”

“I wanted pink flowers! Why are the flowers purple?!” the bride questioned with a furrowed brow.

“You ordered the purple flowers, Ms. Claire. Now, I’ve always learned that going for your first idea is the best idea. Besides, don’t you think the purple flowers are gonna fit better with the lavender bridesmaids dresses? And it’s gonna make your beautiful eyes stand out even more,” Charlotte cooed and she noticed the girl’s eyes soften.

“You’re right,” Claire said, nodding her head. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Charlotte offered her a smile. “Why don’t you two go down to our spa? Relax a little before your big day tomorrow?” The two girls nodded their heads before heading down to the spa area, giving the mother a little room to breathe.

“Thank you,” she sighed. “I think I’m getting a migraine from her.”

Charlotte let out a giggle and placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “I’m gonna ask Darla to run you a nice bubble bath and send up our best Champagne, so you can have some me-time without the bride yapping about flowers. How’s that sound?”

“You’re an angel.”

With a content smile, the woman practically floated away, leaving Charlotte to go and ask Darla from Housekeeping to start running a bath in Suite 19. Once Darla was set to go, Charlotte turned back to the reception desk.

“How are you so good at your job?” Val asked with a sigh of admiration.

Charlotte chuckled as she browsed through a bunch of papers, making sure that every order was done for tomorrow. “Five years of hard work and you’ll get there, too, Val.”

“Ugh, you mean I actually have to work here three more years?!” Val rolled her eyes, bemusedly, which only resulted in a smack on the head from a bundle of papers. “AH!” she exclaimed, rubbing her head from the impact.

“Shut up, you love working here.”

Val smiled her widest smile. “Yeah, I do.”

She squeezed her boss’ upper arm in passing, leaving Charlotte to her own devices. Charlotte absolutely loved her job and she was proud of how far she had come, even if she didn’t have anyone to share that sentiment. She hadn’t heard from her parents since the scholarship fell through and they cut her off completely.

All she had now was herself, the hotel and her friends.

“Reid,” Penelope approached his desk when he was packing up after yet another harrowing case. The young man looked up at his blonde coworker. “I found her.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, right,” she chuckled and handed him a manila folder which looked a lot like their case files. “Derek told me about this girl you’re obsessed with, Charlotte Morris–”

“I’m not obsessed with her!” he objected and sighed before taking the folder anyway. “I can’t believe Morgan told you…”

Penelope shrugged before perching on the corner of his desk. “Yeah, well, you can get angry at Morgan later, now just save your breath to thank me.” Spencer opened the manila folder and stared at the words on the piece of paper for a moment.

Her name, address and phone number adorned the top of the page. There was one phone call that separated them. One phone call and he could talk to her again. The girl that saved him from total embarrassment once. The girl he could not forget about for seventeen years.

“Give her a call, Reid,” Penelope encouraged him with a tender smile.

Spencer chuckled before biting down on his bottom lip. “And say what? She won’t remember me.”

“You’ll never know if you’ll never try,” she mused before hopping off Spencer’s desk and leaving him alone.

All he needed to do was give her a call.

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wait how old was Spencer in high school ?

Like 12 lmao

#can you imagine a tiny 12yo spencie just crushing on the punk sophomore tho??#psa for begin again series: Charlotte morris is like 16 when they meet for the first time in hs #so she’s four years older and nothing happens when they’re kids #but something might happen when they’re adults 👀👀#before any of you attack me that a 12yo and a 16yo can’t be together #they won’t be #hashtag spoiler alert?#begin again #Spencer Reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #nele blabs #spencer reid x fem!reader

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Begin Again | A Spencer Reid x OC! Charlotte Morris mini-series

Chapter one - Coming soon!

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It's gonna be an fem!oc mini-series!! 👀👀

I was rewatching Criminal Minds season 3 episode 16 “Elephant’s Memory”. Remember that sad Reid story where the kids in high school stripped him naked and tied him to a goalpost?

What if reader was the one to save him? Like she was this badass sophomore that everyone was kinda scared of, even the seniors? And she steps in and rips those bullies a new one and saves Spencer?

And though Spencer was too shy to say anything back then, when he recounts the story, Morgan encourages him to contact her again.

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Maybe We'll Take Some Time | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Reader broke up five weeks ago. When he comes knocking on her door, crying about a friend's death, their love is resparked.

Warnings: Emily's death, canon murder, SMUT, MDNI 18+!!

Author's note: Reader going from ME to nurse doesn't make sense, but let's ignore that and pretend it's possible, all right? Thanks.

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It had been five weeks.

Five weeks since Spencer and y/n had broken up. It had been a mutual decision to call it quits. Neither one of their jobs allowed them to maintain a healthy relationship. For either one of them to be happy, they had no other choice but to let each other go.

The two had met on the job. While Spencer was a prolific profiler with the FBI, y/n was a medical examiner. During a local case in Virginia, y/n was examining the corpse of a young woman who had fallen victim to a guy the FBI was trying to catch.

Spencer was gobsmacked at how y/n sounded almost excited about the things she found on the body. She found fascinating things, which ultimately led to the perfect victim profile. It had been the way y/n was so confident about what she had established, the way her eyes lit up with every aspect of the exam.

However, he never asked her out. He figured they were on the job and needed to be professional. Besides, the chances of them seeing each other again were so slim, he thought.

But he was proven wrong when the two of them kept bumping into one another. At the coffee shop, at the library, during another case. It was only when y/n moved from being a Medical Examiner to working at the hospital and she was his doctor when he got shot in the knee, that he finally decided to test his luck.

“Well, once you’re back on your feet…” she handed him a card, “Call me.”

It wasn’t until a few weeks later when she finally got the call. The two went out for coffee together and had the best time ever. They would talk about whatever came up and y/n allowed Spencer to ramble on about his favorite subjects. After three dates, y/n finally decided she’d had enough of waiting for him to make the first move and kissed him first instead.

Their relationship was loving and fun until all they were doing was fight about how little they saw each other. Near the end, their fights became petty and about the lousiest of things. After nearly a year of dating, they finally decided to call it quits.

Y/N often found herself thinking about him, but never did she allow herself to call him. Even if she had to fight the urge to do so. It was better for the both of them if they weren’t in each other’s lives for a while.

One night, y/n was rereading “Something Wicked This Way Comes” by Ray Bradbry, a book she had read multiple times with Spencer. One that reminded her of him. She was missing him a little more than usual this time, especially with how the rain was pelting against the windows. It was a very typical autumn night, one they would usually spend together, curled up on the couch with books in their laps.

She was nearly halfway through the book when her doorbell rang. Her brows furrowed as she got up, confused about who could be at her door. It wasn’t like she was expecting someone. After patting her cat’s head, she moved over towards the intercom.

Pushing the button, she said, “Hello-o?” with that little lilt in her voice he loved so much.

“Y/N… It’s me…”

Her world started spinning. It almost felt like she was dreaming. How could it be possible that on the night she missed him the most, he somehow ended up ringing her doorbell? Of course he did. It wasn’t a surprise that even after five weeks apart, they still had the connection.

“Spencer –” she puffed out some air. “Come on up.”

She pressed the buzzer to let him up. A tingle frazzled her stomach as she awaited his arrival. Suddenly, her mind started racing. She didn’t know why he was there, all she did know was that her apartment was a mess and now he was going to come up and see how much of a mess her life is now that he wasn’t in it anymore.

As quickly as she could, she rummaged through her stuff, trying to put as much away as she could before the soft knock on her door stopped her. With trembling hands, she turned the doorknob. Before her appeared the one man she had come to love a little over a year ago. His hair was much shorter than it was the last time she’d seen him.

“Hi–” she wanted to greet, but stopped when she saw the look on his face.

His eyes were glazed with tears, his bottom lip quivering. “She–” he tried his voice, but as soon as it betrayed him with a crack, he stopped himself, coughed and tried again. “She’s dead…” As soon as the words left his mouth, he broke down.

Unsure of what to do, y/n allowed Spencer to fall into her arms where he sobbed violently. Her heart broke at the feeling of this ball of mess breaking against her chest. With one hand, she shut her front door before guiding Spencer towards the couch.

For a while, she let Spencer cry. His head laid on her chest while his body was wedged between her legs. Her hands were tangled up in his shorter locks, scratching his scalp soothingly. The exact same way they often cuddled after a particularly bad case that had Spencer shaking. She knew this would calm him down quicker than anything else.

“What happened, angel?” she asked in a whisper, her lips pressed against his head in a kiss.

Spencer wasn’t ready to talk yet and she didn’t press him to do so. Instead, she kept holding him and kissing his head and soothing his sobs until he was finally ready to do so.

Wiping his tears, Spencer sat up straight again and y/n followed his example. She tucked her legs underneath her bum, giving him a little more space though he scooted closer as soon as he felt the lack of her presence. His fingers nervously plucked at a loose thread on her sweatpants.

“It’s Emily,” he whispered, then sniffled. “She, uhm… She… She died.” His brows furrowed as though he was still confused about the facts. His eyes landed on her face, noticing how her eyes had filled with tears at the news.

“What?” The word came out in a whisper, her voice not able to handle anything louder.

She reached for his hand on her knee and squeezed. He recounted the events, not leaving anything out. After a good year with him and working the job she did, y/n wasn’t shy of any gory details. By the time he was at the end of the story, the two of them had been reduced to tears. The two of them just sat on the couch, holding hands and crying.

“I came straight here after the hospital,” he admitted. “I-I didn’t really wanna go home and I–you–” He wasn’t sure how to end that sentence, but y/n understood him. Y/N always understood him.

She entwined their fingers and squeezed reassuringly. “It’s okay, Spence. Do you want anything? Tea? Some food?” she asked and brushed a strand of his hair out of his face. When they were dating, she was always able to tuck a strand behind his ear, but with his shorter hair, that wasn’t possible anymore. “I bet you’re hungry.”

“Uh, yeah… Actually,” he offered her a tender smile.

Disentangling their hands, she patted his before getting up and walking to the kitchen. She heated up some leftover mac-and-cheese and filled up two cups with water. Once the pasta was warm, she took everything with her to the living room where Spencer was cuddling Mr. Gilbert, her cat.

The two of them shared the bowl of pasta while chatting about how life had been treating them in the time they had separated. It was an amicable conversation that easily lapsed into stories about Emily. Y/N had spent some time with the team, too, so she knew Emily. The few times they had seen each other, they did get along very well.

It got late. The two of them got too wrapped up in pleasant conversation that neither realized how late it was until Spencer fell asleep with his head in her lap. Soon enough, y/n herself fell prey to sleep.

“Y/N.” At first, she thought she was dreaming, Spencer voice interlacing with her subconscious because she missed him. “Y/N.” The soft touch on her shoulder caused her mind to wake up before her eyes fluttered open as well.

“Spence–”

Everything that had happened last night filtered back into her brain. Spencer knocking on her door, crying, Emily dead, … All of it came back in flashes, reminding her of what he was doing in her place.

“I-I’m gonna go home. I fell asleep, I’m so sorry,” Spencer muttered and as she watched him gather his discarded Converse, the pelting rain outside registered in her mind.

“No,” she muttered and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes while getting up from the couch. “No, you’re not gonna go home through weather like this, Spence.”

A sigh heaved his chest. “Y/N–”

“Spencer, please, just stay. I really don’t mind…” She looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what that genius brain of his was thinking. “You can sleep on the couch, if you’re not comfortable sharing a bed anymore. Or you can quit being stubborn and come to bed with me.”

A flash of recognition appeared in his eyes before he simply dropped his shoes again. With a smile, y/n reached out her hand for him to take, which he did, gladly so. Y/N handed him one of the many college shirts she had stolen and kept from him, earning a knowing glare from the boy. He stripped down to his underwear and chucked the shirt on before crawling into bed with her.

As if on automatic pilot, the two of them drifted towards each other, limbs tangling together and her head finding its rightful spot on his chest. While the fingers of her right hand toyed with his short curls – she still couldn’t get over the fact he had cut his hair –, his hands found their spot on her lower back and her right upper arm.

“Thank you,” he whispered, exhaling contently.

Ten weeks.

For ten weeks, Spencer came up to her apartment, crying on her shoulder every night because he missed Emily so much. She let him. She let him cry and sometimes, she cried with him. Every night, she’d make them dinner and they’d cry and fall asleep watching a movie together once they were all cried out.

When he didn’t show up to her place one night around week ten, she’d grown worried.

There was no way he would just skip out on dinner, suddenly feeling up for taking care of himself. Not without calling or texting first, at least.

So, with worry pooling in her stomach, she picked up her phone and called him. When that went straight to voicemail, she tried again. And again. And again. After ten failed tries, she grabbed her keys and drove off to his place.

She was lucky that one of his neighbors just left, so she could sneak in and rush up the stairs to apartment #23. Her heart was beating in her throat, worried about how she would find him. She knew about his struggles and his trauma. She knew about the addiction to dilaudid. And worst of all, she knew him. Whenever he’d pull away from his friends, from her, especially when something like this had happened, he would find his way back to the drug a little too easily.

“Spence?!” she called out whilst knocking on his door. “Spencer, come on, baby, please!” She could hear the rustling behind the door. She knew he was in. “Let me in…”

For five seconds, she fell silent, trying to weigh her options. She could wait here until he finally opened the door, or she could just kick it down. She’d seen Derek do it, surely she could attempt it too. Images of her trying to kick down the door flashed before her eyes. None of them ended very well. So, instead, she resorted to pounding the door instead. Surely, that would get his attention.

“Spencer Reid! Open this door right now!” she yelled, a little too obnoxiously.

Suddenly, the door opened just a smidge and Spencer’s head popped out. “Y/N,” he stated, matter-of-factly. “Stop making so much noise. Go home. I’m not up for any company tonight.”

His eyes were blood-shot, the same way they always were when he had been crying. His usually softly curled hair was an absolute mess, sticking out on the sides. To y/n, that just meant that he’d been tugging at it in frustration. Aside from the physical signs, there was also the pushing away. A sure sign that he was, in fact, struggling, and that he needed someone.

That he needed her.

Spencer went to close the door, but before it could fall shut, y/n stopped it, placing her flat hand on the wood with all her might. “You are not getting rid of me that easily, Reid,” she grumbled before pushing herself through into his apartment, much to Spencer’s dismay.

Protests flew off his lips as soon as she started looking around for any evidence that he had, in fact, taken the dilaudid. At first, she thought he was clear, but then her eyes fell on Spencer himself, who had one hand in his pocket, his fingers twirling around something in it.

Red hot flashes of anger coursed through y/n as she surged forward and grabbed his wrist. Spencer yelled at her, telling her to let go, trying to push her off. But y/n was stronger than he was, or more stubborn. She didn’t let go until she had pried the small vials of dilaudid out of his hand.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Spencer?!” she yelled at him, waving the evidence around in her fury as she distanced herself from him.

His jaw clenched as he looked at her before matching the volume of her voice. “I was thinking that I’m missing my friend and the woman I love will never love me again the way she did and that everything is hurting so bad that the only thing I’m craving right now is a bit of sweet relief from all of it!”

She faltered at this. With her heart plummeting to her stomach and the stinging sensation of tears pricking her eyes, she looked at the broken man before her. The man she loved. The man she still loved.

“Spencer, I get that you’re missing Emily. I miss her, too. But I’m right here. I’m. Right. Here.” With every word of that last sentence she took a step closer towards him until she was in front of him. “Please, baby, you know you can talk to me. I can offer you a shoulder to cry on and all the comfort food you need and I can…” She hesitated for a moment before leaning up and kissing the corner of his mouth.

As she pulled back to gauge his reaction, she saw something familiar flash across his face. Without needing to ask what either of them was thinking, the two dove right in, locking lips in a passionate, heated kiss. His hands moved to cup her face whilst hers landed on his hips, pulling him impossibly closer by his sweater.

They stumbled their way into Spencer’s bedroom without once breaking the kiss, even if that meant bumping into tables, cupboards and walls. They were used to gathering bruises from their walks into the bedroom.

Clothes began flying about the room, the two of them desperately wanting to feel one another’s heated skin flush against their own. It didn’t take them too long before being half-naked and Spencer being on top of her on the bed. His hips grinded against her core, her desire pooling in her underwear.

It had been a while since they had been in this position, but it all felt natural to them.

Everything felt natural from the way his lips felt on the expanse of her neck to the way her name sounded through his labored breaths. It was as though they had never stopped being this close.

Spencer worked his way down from her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, all the way to her navel. Once he reached her silky underwear, he stopped and used his long, slender fingers to hook around the waistband and slowly pull it down. All she had to do was raise her hips whilst he kissed his way down her hips and inner thigh.

The item of clothing was quickly strewn about the room whilst Spencer dipped down again, this time using a finger to stroke between her folds. He used his thumb to rub circles on her clit before he gently pushed his index finger inside, eliciting a delicious gasp from the girl underneath him.

Encouraged by the sounds she was making, Spencer added a second finger. One hand of hers grabbed a hold of his curls whilst the others held a tight grip on the sheets.

“Spencer,” she moaned and by the lilt in her voice, he already knew what she needed him to do.

He retracted his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Licking up her slick folds the way only he could, quickly sent her over the edge. Moans of his name bounced off the walls until that lilt in her voice was back.

“Spencer, I need you–” she didn’t even need to finish her sentence for him to crawl back up. He kissed her lips sweetly whilst her hand moved from his hair down his chest and to his excited member. She used the precum that had gathered on his tip to smoothen her pumps.

“Please,” Spencer moaned into her mouth. “I need to feel you…”

She retracted her hand and wrapped one leg around his waist whilst he maneuvered towards her entrance. Sealed with another passionate kiss, Spencer took that as a reassurance to enter. As his hips grinded against hers, sticky skin slapping together at the movement, y/n kissed his jaw. When she pulled back and laid her head on the pillow again, she looked into his hazel eyes.

There was that familiar shimmer again. The one she loved. The one she would kill for just to get a glimpse of. In the past ten weeks, it had been nearly impossible to catch even a sliver of it, so she made sure to enjoy it while it lasted.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Spencer dipped down to press a kiss underneath her ear. “I love you too,” he whispered back.

Soft moans and gasps flew about the room, their love for each other conveyed by their actions. It didn’t take too long for the both of them to reach their high and for Spencer to collapse next to her. As if on automatic pilot, y/n moved so her head was lying on his chest, his arms caging her in.

“Well…” she whispered, still buzzing.

“Well…” he repeated in that same tone.

It had surprised them to find themselves in this position again. They had broken up after all, but with all the emotions of the past ten weeks, they had seemingly found their way back to one another and back in each other’s bed.

“This might be a better stress-relief than the drugs,” he muttered jokingly and kissed her head.

Frowning, y/n turned her head to look at him. “Might be?!”

That beautiful laugh of his rolled off his lips. “I’m kidding,” he said and kissed her forehead this time. “Thank you… For being here for me.”

“You’re welcome.” She tilted her head a little more before planting her lips on his in another searing, spine-tingling kiss.

The next morning, y/n offered to drive Spencer to work, and though he protested it, she left him no other choice. She wanted to see his colleagues again, too. It had been over four months since she had last seen them.

And the reunion with one of his colleagues in particular was one he wouldn’t want to miss for the world.

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the elevator, a loud gasp startled them. “Y/N Y/L/N! I MUST BE DREAMING!” the screeching voice of one Penelope Garcia sounded before she came barrelling down the hallway and scooped the thirty-year-old into her arms.

“Hi, Penelope,” y/n giggled, hugging the blonde right back.

“What are you doing here?” she asked and immediately gasped, looking between the two of them. “Are you two…?” She didn’t finish her sentence, but the two knew what she was asking them.

The thing was that neither of them knew. They hadn’t talked about what had happened last night. It was something they needed to figure out on their own. So, for now, they both shook their heads.

“No,” Spencer started. “She’s just been helping me get through everything, you know?”

Penelope nodded her head, though she couldn’t miss the look Spencer gave the smaller woman. It was a look that told a thousand words. There was hope for the couple after all.

Not catching either of the FBI employees’ looks, y/n was distracted by the other blonde in the building. The one she and Spencer had spent the most time with when they were still a couple. Spencer’s best friend, and inevitably, y/n’s best friend.

“I’ll be right back. Gonna say hi to JJ,” she excused herself and walked up the small set of stairs towards the communication liaison’s office. Rapping on the door frame twice, she announced her arrival, capturing the woman’s attention.

JJ’s blue eyes widened before she got up and met y/n halfway to embrace her. “Oh, it’s been so long! What are you doing here?”

“Dropped Spencer off and I wanted to come and say hi to my favorite blondes,” she told her, grinning. Upon noticing the shimmer in her bright blue orbs, y/n sighed and shook her head. That was enough for JJ to offer the woman a seat and take the one next to it herself.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Y/N sighed. “Spencer came to me after – after Emily died…” she trailed off, trying to keep the tears at bay. “It’s been ten weeks of constant crying and taking care of him. And I…” The tears finally escaped, rolling down her cheeks in streams. The grief was finally catching up to her. “I wanna be there for him, but it’s hurting me too, you know? Emily was my friend, too, and I just haven’t really been able to grieve.”

A soothing hand came up to her shoulder, rubbing soft circles across the fabric of her shirt. “I’m sorry, y/n. That must be difficult for you. Especially since you’re technically still broken up…”

“That’s the thing,” y/n almost wailed. “I’m not sure we are…”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean coital events have taken place in his bedroom last night,” she told her in a whisper and upon seeing the wide-eyed, jaw-slacked expression on JJ’s face, she couldn’t help but chuckle through the tears. “What do I do, Jayj?”

JJ inhaled with teeth clenched, making it sound more like a hiss. “All you can do is talk this out with him, see what he wants. The loss of Emily has been hard on all of us, but especially Spencer. He’s gonna need your support to get through this.”

With a nod and a new-found confidence, y/n went back home. She was determined to talk to Spencer about what had transpired between them. What she didn’t take into account was that that conversation was going to have to wait. Spencer was called on cases every single day, sometimes for days on end. And even when he returned, there was no time for them to talk about it.

And five months later, Emily suddenly came back from the dead.

The team was being questioned by the Senate Committee for their retaliatory actions in the wake of Emily’s loss. In their search for Declan Doyle, they found out that Emily’s death had been staged and that she was very well alive. Only y/n didn’t find out about it until Spencer returned from the case and the hearing, knocking on y/n’s door.

“Hi,” she greeted with a smile when she opened the door for him.

Instead of coming inside, Spencer stayed put on the threshold, confusing y/n to the fullest. Her heart beat faster at his actions – or lack thereof.

“Spence?”

“She’s back,” he whispered, his eyes rather absent.

“What?” Her tone of voice matched his.

His eyes flicked up to hers and that was when she saw it. The uncertainty, the confusion. For a genius with an IQ of 187, this was something he just couldn’t wrap his head around. It was clear from the way he was looking at the woman he trusted with his entire heart, the one he loved more than anything, that he suddenly wasn’t sure of anything at all.

“Emily’s back… She-she’s alive…”

Y/N cautiously reached for his hand and pulled him inside. Shutting the door behind them, she guided the dazed genius towards the couch where they sat down. Y/N encouraged him to tell everything, to not leave any detail out. And he did.

Every word that came out of his mouth confused y/n, though from what she knew about the Ian Doyle case, she figured it would have been the best plan to keep her safe.

“JJ knew,” Spencer muttered.

Y/N’s eyes widened. She had cried in JJ’s office about grieving for Emily, about Spencer crying on her shoulder for ten weeks straight and she didn’t so much as budge. JJ was one of her best friends.

Not wanting to bother Spencer with her thoughts, she allowed him to unload all of his on her. The two of them talked about everything concerning the case, ending up falling asleep on the couch when they decided to watch a movie together.

Y/N sat with the feeling of anger and disappointment for a couple of days while Spencer was in Oklahoma with the team, working on a case together. She took the time to think about what to say to JJ, but all she could come up with were accusations and words laced with poison.

When Spencer called her that they had landed and that he was going to finish up his report before coming over, y/n decided to pay a visit to the BAU. There was one particular blonde she needed to give a piece of mind to.

“You knew?!” y/n nearly yelled at the top of her lungs as she burst into JJ’s office.

None of the team members had even seen her walk in until they heard her voice. She hadn’t even bothered saying hi to any of them. She had one goal in mind and she wasn’t going to take any distractions to keep her from achieving that goal.

“Y/N…” JJ mumbled, hoping to calm her down.

But y/n cut her off quickly. “No, don’t you “y/n” me! You knew all this time and when I came crying to you, you didn’t even have the decency to tell me!”

“Y/N, I couldn’t tell anyone.”

Y/N’s eyebrow rose. “You couldn’t, or you wouldn’t?”

“I couldn’t.”

The answer she was given didn’t satisfy her and it didn’t calm her down, either. “Probably because Spencer didn’t come crying to you for ten weeks straight! Probably because you didn’t have to pry the vials of dilaudid out of his hands!”

“Y/N!” Spencer’s voice came in between. She looked up to see him standing at the bottom of the stairs. “It’s okay.” He tried to reassure her, but failed completely.

“No, Spence, it’s not okay.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I really am.”

The woman glanced from Spencer to JJ and back before turning to JJ and scoffing. “Yeah, sure.” There was a bite to her words that shred JJ’s heart into pieces. She hated having two of her best friends mad at her.

Y/N turned on her heel and left the blonde’s office, finding her way back to Spencer. Grabbing her hand in his, he led her towards the hallway where they could talk in silence without any prying ears or eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asked, entwining her fingers with his.

Spencer let out a chuckle. “I should be asking you.”

“I’m fine,” she rolled her eyes with a bemused smile on her face. “Just needed to get that off my chest… I really hate how she just listened to me cry about you and about Emily, all while knowing what really happened.”

Shrugging, Spencer shook his head. “They didn’t have a choice. It was for Emily’s safety…”

“You’re okay with the fact she lied?” She asked, stepping a little closer towards him, the tips of their toes touching.

“No, but I get why they did it. And besides… Shouldn’t I be glad Emily is still alive?” he asked, looking down at their feet. “And that her death brought us back together?”

His eyes met hers again with that wonderful glint he usually had when he looked at her. It sent a blissful spark through her chest. One she had missed. Paired with the most gentle, most beautiful smile, it made y/n weak in the knees.

“Mmh,” y/n hummed, her lips curving upwards. “I guess I should be happy about that.”

Spencer let go of her hands and instead brought his up to her cheeks, cupping them gently as he tilted her face to properly look her in the eyes. “I love you. I have and always will.”

Before y/n could even reciprocate the feeling, he had already pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Flutters went through y/n’s entire body at the sensation of his kiss. She was still in love with this man, she didn’t think she ever stopped.

“I love you, too. – I am still mad at JJ though.”

Spencer chuckled. “You ripping JJ a new one will forever be one of the sexiest things I have ever witnessed,” he nearly grumbled. Something flashed in his eyes, too. Something she had seen before. Multiple times. “As for your anger and frustration, I might know a good solution.”

It was safe to say the couple arrived at Rossi’s for dinner very late. Spencer hadn’t even mentioned it until they were cuddled up in bed, sticky and sweaty from previous activities. After a quick shower, the couple headed down to Rossi’s where the rest of the team was watching him cook.

“Sorry we’re late,” Spencer apologized when they walked into the kitchen with Morgan, who had come to open the door for them.

“Yeah. And that’s why I cook alone,” Rossi bit back before turning back to his dish.

“So, when do we get to drink the wine?” Emily asked the important question.

“Almost there,” said Rossi as he put his utensils down. “We start at the beginning. You eat what you cook, I’ll supervise, but we’re gonna do this all together, just like a family.”

Spencer looked down at y/n at the word ‘family’ with that proud, careful smile on his face. He was glad that she was a part of that family again.

“Now?” JJ then questioned, lifting up her wineglass.

Winking at her, Rossi nodded his head. “Now.”

The eight of them raised their wineglasses, clinking them together while a chorus of ‘salud’ rang through the air. After a sip of wine, Penelope turned to the late-comers with a sparkle in her eyes.

“Soooo…” she started, dragging down the ‘o’. “Are you two…” She repeated her question from a couple months back when y/n visited the BAU post-coitus.

This time around, Spencer and y/n glanced at each other, the both of them certain of their answer this time. Y/N nodded her head in answer. “Yeah, we are.”

“We just needed to take some time,” Spencer declared before leaning down and chastly kissing her amidst a rumble of cheers from his coworkers.

Through all the terrible and the hopeless, Spencer and y/n had found each other again. They had been given a second chance to get it right.

This time around, he’ll never give her away again.

He had already made that mistake once.

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