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Reid Didn't Always Carry a Revolver & Why He Started To

Currently rewatching the show and decided to take note of precisely when Reid switches to using a revolver.

Contrary to popular belief, he didn't always have one.

Even Matt himself seemed to forget it when he said that he carried the revolver prop gun nearly every day for 15 years. x

I've kept a sharp eye on it and as far as I can tell, Reid doesn't ever have a revolver all the way up until The Angel Maker, 4x02.

Right from Extreme Aggressor, 1x01, we can see that he has a Glock just like the others that carry guns.

Here is The Boogeyman, 2x06.

A year later and still no sign of the revolver that's become synonymous with Reid.

There is a funny instance in which it seems like his gun transforms for an episode.

In The Big Game, 2x14, we can see throughout this episode that he still has his Glock.

At the end of the episode, Tobias knocks him over and takes his gun from him. We can clearly see that it is still the Glock here.

In Revelations, 2x15, it opens immediately following the last episode, it should have still been the Glock. But when they're in the cabin, it is somehow a revolver. There's no explanation for this but I'm assuming it's just for the plot so he can do the roulette game with Reid.

After this episode, Reid resumes using his regular Glock.

Here is shortly afterward, Distress, 2x17.

This would have been the easiest time to switch out his Glock for the revolver and make it his permanent gun. The whole roulette ordeal is still fresh in the audience's (and Reid's) mind and it would be easy to not even question him carrying the revolver. But it's back to his Glock again.

Here is 3rd Life, 3x12.

This is much later, almost a year has passed. He continues to have a Glock, with no reappearance of a revolver at any point yet.

Here is Mayhem, 4x01.

This is the last time we see him with a Glock.

In the next episode, The Angel Maker, 4x02, he suddenly has a revolver now. There is no comment on him having a different gun from him or anyone else.

It's about a year and a half after his encounter with Tobias Hankel that Reid actually begins to carry a revolver.

This leads me to believe in a couple options as to what happened there.

In canon explanation: That revolver in 2x15 was Tobias's own gun. Because if it were Reid's, surely he would've taken it back and continued to carry it. What happened to Reid's actual gun, I'm not sure. Perhaps Tobias disposed of it or hid it to ensure Reid couldn't get it back.

I think Reid chose to switch to a revolver later on because in his mind, this is the weapon that he used to save himself. This is the weapon that he had extreme luck with. He got three empty chambers in a row when Tobias was pointing it at his head and pulling the trigger.

Then, right as he decides to speak Hotch's name to give him the clue of where they are is when Tobias fired and it happened to be on the bullet. If he had refused one more time, he would have died. But he didn't.

Later, he finally gains the opportunity to take the gun to save himself. Tobias warns him there's only one bullet in the gun. Keep in mind, the cylinder had been spun! He fired and it happened to be right on the bullet. He not only saved himself, but he fired away the bullet meant for Hotch, metaphorically saving him too.

Considering all of this, he was extremely lucky the way it all played out with that revolver roulette.

We know that despite being a logic loving genius, he does a lot of things that fall outside of his love of rules, order, and logic. And this might be one of the instances that ingrained the luckiness in his mind.

In 3rd Life, 3x12, he was alone and trying to talk Jack Vaughn out of shooting his daughter's captor. He couldn't convince him and witnessed Jack kill the guy in front of him.

Then later, in Elephant's Memory, 3x16, he actually leaves his Glock behind. He hands it to Emily and walks out to try and talk down Owen Savage, completely unarmed. Later when Hotch is talking to him about his reckless actions and asked what he was thinking, Reid responds by saying he was thinking about how it would have been the second time a kid died in front of him.

So we know that these things remain and weigh heavily on Reid's mind. He might have started to think and agonize over all his perceived "failures" and "bad luck" in the field.

He could have started to have some illogical thoughts about how he kept failing whenever he had his Glock. And since he managed to successfully talk Owen Savage down after getting rid of the Glock, this could have further cemented that little idea in his head.

And he might have thought back to how incredibly lucky he was with that revolver in 2x15. Maybe this is why he decided to start carrying one himself, in the hope that it would help him be "better" and "luckier" in the field.

Real life explanation: The creators of the show needed to have Reid in a tense roulette situation where Tobias kept pulling the trigger over and over and realized this wouldn't work with a Glock. So, they gave James Van Der Beek a revolver for that episode and didn't think anyone would notice or particularly care that the gun changes magically from one moment to the next lol

No matter the case, interesting to think about!

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #ssa spencer reid #criminal minds #thought we wouldn't notice but we did

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OFFICE TOUR.... WHERE?

But Joe... I really do want that tour of the office.

You see I am planning a Christmas chapter in my fanfic to heal my inner self and convince others that is is normal to go full Detective mode as early as May to start planning Christmas gifts. So my character Grace is like me but cranked to 100.

Grace is a gift giver

See her avenues for expression of her love for her new family are limited

She is selectively touch adverse

Not comfortable with expressing her feelings

Feels on the outer and is unsure if people enjoy her company because of her social anxiety

Maybe, acts of service she is comfortable doing because that way she is helpful and that is the thing she wants to be most. But people don't usually see simple gestures like getting coffees or helping carrying case files that way.

So she is a gift giver, A meticulous, calculating gift giver, who goes to borderline stalker level to get the perfect gift for people she cares about. And Joe, it's also her first Christmas with the BAU and she has been invited to Rossi's house for it.

So... You can see why I need a tour of the office Joe. Grace needs to hyper examine everything to plan the perfect gift for her work dad. Okay?

SHOW ME THE DESK JOE!

#joe mantegna #david rossi #criminal minds #office tour. where?

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#who is foley?#grace matthews #what is foley?#the protege

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This was so cute. It has left me feeling like 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hi, so I have a request, but please don't feel pressured to write it now.

I was wondering if you could please do a scene or scenario where Spencer shouts out in desperation and panic "where's my wife" after a close call with the team on a very dangerous case.

A/N: I put a bit of a twist on your request so I hope you still enjoy it! Thank you for requesting~♡

Warnings: minor injury to canon characters, explosion, temporary loss of hearing, sight, etc.

The force of the blow was so strong that when Spencer Reid finally came to, a few seconds after hitting the ground hard, he couldn't hear a thing.

Whether it was adrenaline, or an injury, or pure shock, his senses were numb, and the only thought in his head as he started screaming was of you.

“Wh-where,” he coughed, shaking his head to try and focus. “Where's my wife?”

His voice was quiet and weak at first, but it didn't matter to him. After all, he couldn't hear the words at all. He just felt his lips form the words and knew the familiar vibrations in his throat meant the sound was escaping into the wind.

You pushed through crowds with a scream as you tried to get through to your team. Spencer wasn't the only one close to the blast.

Emily, JJ, Morgan, and Hotch were all in various states of disarray around you as you ran back from the car across the street. You'd run back to check some files, feeling something off, and the heat and loud boom behind you was the confirmation you'd been looking for that you were right.

After his first few attempts, Reid still couldn't see you, much less hear you or touch you or press his arms around you and not let go. He struggled to his feet and began calling again.

“Where's my wife? Where is… WHERE'S MY WIFE?” His voice broke, and he coughed gasped through each word, but he didn't stop.

He stumbled forward, looking to see you through the haze of dust that had erupted from the blast site. Morgan ran to his side just as he tripped, pulling an arm under his as they stumbled together away from the rubble.

“Where is she? She was right here, I need-” he coughed, leaning more on Morgan than he was walking for himself as his ankles twisted under him.

“Hey, hey kid, we're okay. We need to get away from the blast, okay? Away.”

Spencer kept rambling, though, his ears ringing as he blinked away his confusion and the panic creeped in stronger.

“My wife, where is she? Morgan, I have to find her, she could be hurt,” he demanded, his voice stronger now as he pushed out of Morgan's grip.

Ambulances and police cars were beginning to pull up, half of them already having been on route when your team had pulled up.

Spencer searched through the crowd, sorting through faces until he found the one he desperately needed to see.

Emily and JJ had been thrown back towards the cars, but both seemed to have missed big shrapnel and other injuries. He watched them clutch each other and stumble behind the cars as they called into their phones, requesting backup.

Hotch was similarly talking fast to surrounding officers, and though he looked fine, he clutched his knee in his hand. The already dark material of his pants was somehow darker, and shinier in places, and it was only a moment later that Spencer realized a large chunk of shrapnel was jutting out of his leg, just above the knee.

Rossi had been the furthest from the blast, bar you, and it was him that Spencer saw next, dusting off his clothes as he moved quickly to assess the scene.

Morgan was still worriedly trailing behind him as he tripped over his feet.

“Where's my wife? Where's my wife?”

He finally saw you then, as you dove into the dust and smoke to assist your team. He was just about to fall to his knees when you ran to him, holding him up under his arms as he wrapped himself around you.

“Found you. I found you, you're okay?” He asked, hands gently cradling your cheeks as he asked, tears in his eyes.

“I'm fine, Spencer. Are you-”

He silenced you with his lips, mouth slanting down on yours as he pushed every fear, every emotion, every ounce of adrenaline into your body. He kissed you like you'd never been kissed before, with desperation and longing and relief.

And when he pulled away, he collapsed into your arms.

Luckily, Morgan had been only steps away and took some of his weight off you as you stood, gasping for air and reeling from the kiss.

You were so dazed, you collapsed to the floor, your knees giving in beneath you, and both Spencer and Morgan came down with you. The three of you were weak and traumatized, and emotions were running high, which is why you tried not to be offended by Morgan's line of questioning.

“How long have you two been married?” He asked, and you were suddenly taken further aback.

“What?”

“Reid was looking for his wife. He was shouting ‘where's my wife? I need to find her.’ He was desperate. He was pushing away from me, and then he saw you, and he relaxed.” Despite the blow of the explosion and the now whirl of shrill sirens surrounding them, Morgan laid every word out carefully, like you would blow just as easily given the chance.

“I'm not… we're not…Morgan, we're not even dating. I don't know what that was but…”

Your hands carefully stroked Spencer's hair, gently smoothing it out of his eyes as you searched for answers in the man's unconscious form.

You didn't stop until the paramedics arrived four minutes later, sitting unblinking as they hooked him up to an oxygen tank and carted him off to the nearest hospital.

XXX

The second time Spencer Reid awoke, it was dark outside, and the lights were low. But you were at his bedside, sleeping with your head by his legs, and your breathing was steady. So he let his eyes close again, not registering any of the pain the day had inflicted, and let himself sleep beside you.

XXX

The third time Spencer Reid awoke, you were gone. He wasn't alone, though. Rossi sat upright in a chair beside the window of his hospital room, reading from what looked to be a case file.

“Spencer, glad to see you returned to the land of the living,” Rossi said, noticing the younger man's movement and walking to his side. He pressed a button, and a doctor raced in, closing the door gently behind him.

“Where is she? Where is-”

“Spencer, it's okay. Everyone's okay. The doctor needs to run through some questions with you to check if you're feeling okay. Do your best to answer, okay, genius?”

Spencer nodded, ignoring the small ache in his head, so similar to the headaches he'd been plagued with in earlier years.

The doctor ran through standard questions, checked his blood pressure, checked his reactions, and made sure physically he was fine before moving on to more probing issues.

“Doctor Reid, I'm going to ask you some simple questions about yourself now to assess for any neurological damage.”

Reid nodded, regretting it instantly, but wanting to get out of the hospital as fast as possible to see you.

“How old are you, Doctor Reid?”

“Thirty, I'll be thirty-one this fall.” The doctor nodded and continued.

“Where did you grow up?”

“Las Vegas, Nevada. My mom still lives there. She's a patient at Bennington Sanitarium.”

The doctor nodded and continued.

“Are you married, Doctor Reid?”

“Yes, my-” Spencer had to cut himself off as he processed the question fully. Was he married? No. He didn't remember any wedding. He had no romantic arrangement with anyone at this point in time. So why was he saying yes?

Your face flashed into his head, and he grabbed his chest as his heart ached. It wasn't your face as he usually saw it, but that dazed and shocked expression you'd worn after he'd kissed you.

He blanched and reclined slightly, suddenly needing all the pillows on the bed for more support as he realized the weight of his mistake.

“Doctor Reid? Doctor Reid, did you understand the question?”

“What? Oh, no. No, I'm…I'm not married, I guess.”

Rossi and the doctor shared a look before the doctor took his leave, promising to check in on you again in a few hours.

The concerned look from Rossi as his bedside was almost too much to take.

“Stop looking at me like that, Rossi,” he said, grumbling to himself, suddenly upset at the end of his delusions.

“Like what? I'm not allowed to look at you now?”

“You're not allowed to pity me. Where's everyone else? They're okay?”

Rossi took a seat next to him and sighed.

“Hotch is in surgery - non-critical. They just want to be sure the shrapnel that landed in his leg didn't strike anywhere near a nerve or an artery. Morgan survived with a few bruises and scrapes that make him look even more like an action movie hero. He's coordinating with local law enforcement to catch out bomber.”

Reid nodded along to each revelation, but his patience was growing thin. Rossi was watching him squirm. Reid, waiting for your name to pop up in conversation so he could talk about you, think about you with a valid excuse.

“Emily and JJ are back at the motels, Penelope met them there to help them out. Emily's left arm is broken, and she has a nasty cut on her face, JJ twisted an ankle and sprained it pretty bad, so she'll be sitting for a while. I, myself, survived with pleasantly few cuts, a boon given my advancing years-”

“Y/N, what about Y/N?” Reid finally burst, looking pathetically down at Rossi from his hospital bed.

“Eager, aren't we?”

“I need to know she's okay, and that... that she doesn't hate me.”

“You can find those answers out yourself, kid. My shift is almost over.”

Rossi stood and grabbed his cup of coffee, saluting Reid as he strolled out of the door.

Reid was confused until the door opened again thirty seconds later, and you rushed in, breathing heavily as you took in his appearance, checking for damage.

“Y/N,” he said, sitting up again. “Listen, I'm so, so sorry for kissing you yesterday. My mind must've been jumbled after the explosion and- and I thought you were actually my wife, and we were married-”

You closed the distance between you quickly, grabbing his cheeks like he had grabbed tours only a day before and planting your lips back on top of his again.

You kissed him the way you'd been kissed once before. With desperation, and longing, and relief. And when you pulled back, there were tears in your eyes that you didn't let fall, as you pressed yourself into Spencer Reid's arms.

“Don't. Don't scare me like that again. I thought we'd lost you, I thought you'd kissed me and then - and then died!” You ranted, your arms gesturing wildly, every few seconds pausing to rake a hand through your hair.

“You're not angry?”

“Yes. Yes, I am angry, Spencer. You got hurt again, I'm seething.”

“At me. You're not angry at me for kissing you?” He asked, smiling up as you goofily, a little bit worse for wear, but still shining nonetheless.

“Oh. No. I was confused, but I'm not angry.”

“Good,” he said, nodding, the two of you falling into an awkward, tense silence. You picked at dust on his shoulder as he stared at you, neither of you bold enough to say another word until the tension was palpable and Spencer Reid burst open.

“Can I kiss you again?”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #fic rec #this is cute

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I can imagine Reid agonising over the cardigans and debating buying it for like forever, talking to Garcia until he caves one night and orders like 4 of them and when Garcia goes “oh baby no” he’s all just like “it’s the softest thing I’ve ever had wrapped around me” - because I can confirm they feel like clouds

omg.

Reid and Garcia totally do shopping together. Reid is so indecisive and he debates for hours before buying something when Garcia is just like- "baby you have the money, you like it, you buy it."

there is this scene (I don't remember the season or the episode) where JJ, Emily and Garcia go shopping and she just buys so many things without hesitating, mostly for Henry, but she still buys the entire world.

Where Reid is more careful at first but in the end he will buy 4 of those cardigans and spend 1600$ just like that. And Garcia just "when I said buy it, it was one cardigan Reid, not the fucking store."

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #penelope garcia

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Criminal Minds + Textposts (5/?)

#criminal minds #these are hilarious

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So we know matthew put so much thought and care into spencer as a character so Im real curious for his reasoning behind spencer wearing those $400 comme des garcon cardigans, he had multiples in different colours lol

Reid is just secretely a fashionista. Dude has been pulling out some insane outfits the whole show for real.

Like remember Jesus Reid with his cane and those incredible coats and suits?

He's just a star in disguise when in fact he was born to slay.

That aside, those comme des garçons cardigans?? FBI might pay him quite well for him to be able to buy 400$ cardigans. 🫣

#what?????#crying in kmart clothes

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@missmitchieg and @matthewsgreybubbles brought up something really interesting so now I’m going to go on a rant about Spencer Reid’s self expression through his looks i.e. his hair and his clothes

Quite often when I read how some fans portray Reid, they take the stereotypical ‘nerd’ route. They think that because he doesn’t work out a lot like Morgan or because he is a nerdy character then he doesn’t see much value in vanity so he mustn’t dabble in it. I’m here to explain why this is completely false

Reid is very aware of how looks are perceived by others. In the past we have seen him talk about the ‘golden ratio’ and facial symmetry which are both scientific theories behind why we find certain people attractive; as someone with a PHD in psychology he of course knows a lot about this and will probably also know about the halo effect. The halo effect is the theory that we make pre-determined assumptions about people based on the little facts we know about them, which is quite often their looks

Because Reid knows about these psychological theories and the importance of needing to be perceived in a positive light in his line of work in order to gain trust from others, it is not unreasonable to expect that he would take pride in his own looks

The first way in which he does this is through his hair. Someone who doesn’t care about how they look would not change their hair as much as Reid does. In season 1 we see him with very neat hair, like your classic young student who wants to make a good impression on those senior to him. He’s Gideon’s student and he keeps himself very straight-lace in order to live up to what he feels would be Gideon’s expectations of him.

In season 2, after he gets kidnapped, his hair is no longer kept neat but becomes more messy as he is no longer concerned with looking neat or impressing Gideon because he’s too busy battling his own demons.

Then from seasons 3-4 we see him experiment with a lot more hairstyles and growing his hair out. I feel like part of this is because Gideon is gone, he is no longer Gideon’s student but rather an established FBI agent who can afford to experiment to find what he likes. We see this all throughout the show, whether it’s his Jesus hair in season 5, his short hair in seasons 6 & 7, his messy mid-length hair in season 8 and his shorter hair, again, in season 9

Then in season 10 he finds a hairstyle that he seems comfortable with which is slightly shorter and parted; a style which he keeps until season 12 when he’s arrested and then we get post-prison Reid who carries into season 15 with long curly hair

Then if we look at his clothes, we will again see that his style changes a lot and a lot of thought is put into each outfit. Accessories such as watches, expensive cardigans, trench coats, bags, sweater vests, designer shoes, scarves and patterned ties all make an appearance and his clothes change with his maturity and confidence

To conclude, Reid cares a lot about his looks and a lot of effort is clearly put into looking nice, either because of his own preferences or his knowledge of how others perceive him

Also shoutout to his converse

#criminal minds #spencer reid #i agree #hundy-p

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protege-not-protagonist · 11 days

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#i miss them #criminal minds #spencer reid #elle greenaway #jason gideon

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This is so cute! Let me tell you, the healing power of fluff is real. Needed a bit of a cheer up today and this did the trick.

Hypothetically

Chronically single, you suggest a pact with your best friend to start a family together when you turn forty.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x bau fem reader

Category: fluff/comfort

Warnings: marriage and baby talk, reader is insecure because she feels left out

A/n: This is my entry for the kid fic challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins! This was like a breath of fresh air from all the smut I’ve been writing

"Do you want to have a baby with me?"

The scalding coffee burned his tongue as your question lingered in the air. Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly and patted his chest, his eyes drifting towards you. "Uh... what?"

"Hypothetically," you replied, the tap of your pen echoing against the round table between you. "It's like a pact. If we're both still single in the future, we get married to one another and, well, start a family together."

Spencer felt the clamminess of his palms as he set his mug down, trying to steady himself. He considered you as one of the closest people in his life, if not his best friend, and he was accustomed to your random questions, but this sudden topic of conversation seemed to strike a nerve.

"Where..." he began, wiping his palm along his pants. "...where is this coming from?"

You shrugged casually, the tapping of your pen momentarily ceasing. "Just a thought. I mean, we're both at that age where these things start to cross our minds, right?"

Spencer swallowed, trying to push down the unease rising in his chest. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered, but as he studied you, he noticed the tension in your shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Your gaze flickered away for a moment before you sighed, slumping against your chair.

"I have a wedding coming up this weekend." Spencer frowned, not understanding what you were trying to say. You continued, "And another one next week, and guess what? Two of my cousins are getting married next month."

"What does that have to do with...?" His voice trailed off as realization dawned on him. "Ah, I see."

But you weren't finished. Somehow, the thoughts that had lingered in your mind for the past few days spilled out right then and there, in the middle of broad daylight when you were supposed to be focusing on the case you were working on.

"And a close friend I went to high school with just gave birth while another friend from college announced she's two months pregnant. And look at me," you exclaimed, your arms flying around. "No wedding. No pregnancy. Spencer, I don't even have a boyfriend, heck, I forgot what it's like to go out on a date!"

He watched as your brow furrowed into a frown, and although your demeanor was all over the place, he couldn't help but notice how you still managed to look pretty.

"Spence?" You asked, nudging his leg with your foot under the table. "Are you listening to me?"

He blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts by your voice. "Sorry," he replied. "I'm listening."

You gave him a skeptical look, but the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease slightly as you leaned back in your chair.

"I just... I don't know, I feel like I'm left behind." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I mean, I'm happy for my friends and all, but sometimes it feels like everyone's moving forward but me. Like I'm stuck in this... this rut."

Spencer wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, he knew how it felt to want something that seemed out of reach, but on the other hand, he felt like it wasn't his place to offer advice when he wasn't even sure what the future held for him.

"I get it," he finally said, trying to gather his thoughts. The least he could do was try to offer some comfort. "But just because you haven't reached those milestones yet doesn't mean you won't get there eventually."

"But what if it doesn't happen? What if I'm still all alone and nobody loves me when I'm gray and old?"

He frowned at you. "I'd still love you when you're gray and old."

"Platonically. You love me as much as you love JJ. Or Emily. Or Penny, or even Morgan." You leaned over the table. "I want to be loved passionately by someone who is head over heels for me, who can't imagine a life without me. I want to feel that kind of happiness."

His frown deepened. "I don't think you should find happiness in another person."

"You're missing the point," you groaned, crossing your arms. "I'm not saying I want to depend on someone else for my happiness. But is it too much to ask for someone to share it with? To feel like I'm someone's everything and not just another friend in the group?"

His expression softened as he listened, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He remembered feeling the same thing once, or maybe more than once; he wasn't sure. He had lost count of the times he felt his life was falling short.

But he realized the more he thought about the why—why was he so different? why couldn't he find love?—the more he felt worthless, and he hated that. So what was the best thing he did to ignore those thoughts?

Bury himself in work, because to him, pushing those feelings aside was easier than confronting them. But now, as he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing his own reflection and your words hit him harder than he expected.

"No," he quietly agreed. "It's not too much to ask for."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm tired of waiting for life to happen to me." Your gaze slowly met his. "So I came up with a plan."

His throat felt dry as he recalled how this conversation started in the first place. "The... baby plan?"

You nodded enthusiastically, sliding into the seat next to him.

"Think about it. If we're both still single when we're..." You paused, furrowing your brow as you did a quick calculation. "Forty? Yeah, let's say we're both still single when we're forty, with no partners, or like, no friends with benefits?"

You shook your head.

“Just... with no one in our lives—we get married. You and me."

He blinked, trying to process your proposal. It was unexpected, to say the least, but there was a strange logic to it that he couldn't quite shake. The idea of marrying his best friend as a backup plan was both absurd and oddly comforting.

"But what about... love?" he asked cautiously. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

You paused, considering his question before responding. "I mean, I don't think it's impossible," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'Marry your best friend'?"

His gaze lingered on you, his heart beating hard against his chest. "You're saying that we can fall in love?"

Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Who knows?" you replied softly. "Stranger things have happened."

Spencer shouldn't entertain the possibility. After all, who knew what could happen in the future? It seemed like an absurd thought, but as he stared at you, it was hard not to imagine a life with you as his wife.

He imagined you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him with a radiant smile on your face. He pictured you both in the house you had just bought, dancing joyfully around the empty rooms as you unpacked boxes together.

Then thoughts of you being pregnant with his child—or maybe even children—filled his mind, and he envisioned a future where your kids would run around in the backyard with a pet dog trailing behind.

And then he considered the prospect of growing old with you, watching as your children eventually started families of their own while you found comfort in each other's company. All of these possibilities didn't seem so bad, because if anyone could understand him on a deep level, it was definitely you.

Maybe this crazy plan of yours wasn't so crazy after all.

"I... I guess it's not impossible," he finally admitted. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, he added, "Hypothetically speaking."

"Of course," you replied with a smile. "Hypothetically speaking."

Suddenly feeling flustered by your gaze, Spencer looked away and focused on his coffee, bringing the mug to his lips. Then you heard laughter and footsteps drawing closer, and soon Derek and Emily entered the room. Their eyes immediately landed on the two of you, sitting closely together at the table.

"What are you children whispering about?" Derek's voice interrupted, his eyebrows raised curiously as he glanced between you.

You didn't miss a beat. “Spencer and I are having a baby together."

Spencer choked on his coffee, his eyes widening in shock as he coughed and sputtered. You quickly moved to pat his back.

"Well, we're gonna get married first, right, Spence?" you added with a grin, glancing at him expectantly.

Spencer finally managed to regain his composure, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shot you a sideways glance. "Um, yeah, of course," he stammered, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Hypothetically."

Derek and Emily exchanged bemused glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Emily's curiosity seemed to win out as she lifted a hand, turning her attention back to you. "Care to explain?"

"We were discussing our backup plan."

"Backup plan?" Derek echoed.

"Yeah," you replied with a nod. "In case neither of us finds the right person by the time we're, oh, I don't know, forty or so, we figured we'd marry each other and start a family."

Derek placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "And you chose Pretty Boy over me?"

"I'm not going to compete with all your lady friends," you shot back, rising from your seat. "Come on, Spence, let's grab some lunch and brainstorm baby names."

He stood up, giving you a pointed look.

"Or do you want to discuss how we'd make those babies in the future?"

"Well, I was thinking of Amelia if it's a girl..."

You grinned, linking your arm through his before guiding him towards the door. Derek and Emily observed the natural closeness between you two, how you were practically clinging to him and how he seemed to be comfortable with it.

Derek turned to Emily as you disappeared down the hallway. "Do you think they'd actually get married when they hit forty?"

Emily shook her head. "Nope," she replied confidently. "I give it a year until he's already down on one knee."

He laughed, nodding in agreement. With the way Spencer's gaze lingered on you with unmistakable affection, it seemed like it was only a matter of time.

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