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imaginethebau · 7 years

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Coffee and Fibonacci

Rating: K+

This is just a short ReaderxReid piece that I wanted to write because I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to write any more but I’m going to try. I’m still not sure what’s going to happen or if I’ll be able to fill all of the requests I’ve received. Maybe just the ones that really strike me. Thanks for all of your amazing support! I’m so lucky to have all of you sweet people following me and leaving such nice messages in my message box. It really helps believe me. Thank you! <3

“…So, I walked right up to him asked him why he thought it was okay to say such vile things and told him to respect women or he was doomed to exist as a deplorable human being for the rest of his life,” you finish your story, smiling at your companion over the lip of your coffee cup.

“Wow! And what did he say to that?” Spencer asked.

“Nothing. His face just got really red and he stomped away in a rage,” you said, laughing at the memory of the man who had gone almost purple in the face.

Spencer rested his elbow on the table, gazing at you with awe. “I really can’t imagine anyone acting like that…well, that’s not true. I can, but I suppose I just don’t understand why they feel it necessary to say such things,” he said with a confused shake of his head.

“Oh, Spencer. You’re much too kind and naïve. Not all men can be as amazing as you,” you said, reaching over to pat his cheek. “Oh shit, I have to go,” you say, glancing at your phone with a text. “Hey, you’re coming out on Friday right?” you ask, standing to leave.

He’s staring at you, then blinking repeatedly as he slowly nods. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll be there. I think Derek will drag me even if I don’t want to,” Spencer says with a shake of his head.

“But you want to right? To see me?” you ask teasingly, sending off a text.

“Yeah, I do,” he says quietly, you almost miss it.

You bend down and press a quick kiss to his cheek, “Bye, Spencer. I’ll see you on Friday. Try not to get hurt before then,” you say, quickly bustling out the door of the coffee shop and down the street. You completely miss the way he clutches his cheek and stares after you in silent amazement and wonder.

***

Spencer Reid had careened into your life one bright Monday morning at your favorite coffee place. And there was no better word for it than careened. He’d stumbled into you, spilling half of his coffee and all of yours across both of your shirts and pants, but mostly on the floor.

He had turned beet red and apologized so profusely that there was no way that you would be able to refuse his offer of buying you another. The fated meeting had spawned into coffee get-togethers every few weeks and after that, you started spending time out at bars, or even each other’s apartments on occasion. You were fast friends, and found solace in quiet conversation with one another. Though, you hadn’t introduced yourself to his friends, nor him to your friends. You were fine with the way it was, for now at least.

Though, you had plans to go to a bar this weekend with one of your friends and Spencer had expressed interest in going out with his friend Derek too. Something about how Derek wanted to set him up with a girl, show him the ropes. Why Derek thought Spencer need rope showing was beyond you.

And so, there you were. Friday night, in the middle of a club with pumping base and drinks flowing. Your friend left almost as soon as you were in the door and you sidled up to the bar to get a drink, and began looking around. You spotted Spencer and who you assumed was the Derek he spoke of, but you didn’t approach them yet. You ordered a drink, unaware of what was going on mere feet away.

***

“Are you ready to learn?” Morgan asked, leaning on the table, eyes on a woman that had just walked in.

Reid rolled his eyes. “Morgan, I’m more than capable of initiating relationships with whomever I please. I don’t need to be taught anything. Despite your propensity for calling me ‘kid’ I’m not actually a child,” Reid complained.

“Watch and learn, Pretty Boy. I’ll have that girl’s number within minutes,” Morgan said, and Reid didn’t even have a chance to argue before he was on his way over to the bar. And, Reid realized with increasing dread and annoyance, he was headed straight for where you were seated.

***

“Hey, Sweetheart. Could I buy you a drink?” the man asked.

You turned, noticing it was who you had assumed was Derek Morgan, Spencer’s friend. You raised an eyebrow and drew attention to the full glass you had just ordered.

“I’m quite taken care of, thank you,” you said, not turning your body towards him. You were wondering where Spencer was.

“Well, how about a dance then. It’d be an honor to dance with the prettiest girl in the club,” the man continues.

“I actually just got here and I’m looking for a friend,” you say, turning your head, seeking out Spencer’s gaze. He was looking down at his table, morosely swirling his drink.

“I can’t possibly let you go without getting your number. Maybe we could go on a date sometime,” the man continued, despite your lack of interest being profoundly clear.

You’d decided you’d had enough. So, you smiled sweetly at him and grabbed a napkin from the bar and wrote down a number with a pen from your purse. You smiled as you pushed the napkin into his hand and turned away again to watch the floor.

***

“Read ‘em and weep, kid,” Morgan said, lying the napkin down on the table.

Spencer looked down at the napkin, frowning. However, when he saw the number written on the napkin he began howling with laughter. Clearly printed was the number 112-358-1321.

Morgan was frowning now. “What’s gotten into you, man?” he asked.

“That isn’t her number. That’s Fibonacci’s Sequence. She gave you a false number to get you to leave her alone,” Reid explained in between bursts of laughter.

“Clearly she wasn’t looking for anyone tonight,” Morgan defended, crumpling up the napkin.

Reid continued to laugh.

“You think you could do any better?” Morgan finally asked, irritation clear in his tone.

“I do actually,” Reid said, taking a sip of his drink as soon as he’d calmed.

“Oh really? Care to make a bet, Reid?” Morgan asked.

“How many times has Hotch advised you not to bet against me? I’m from Vegas,” Reid said, hiding his smirk.

“Someone’s cocky. That applies to cards, Pretty Boy. I’m not sure you being from Vegas is going to give you an edge here,” Morgan continued.

“All right, a bet. Reward to be discussed later. But, if I get her to leave with me, I win,” Reid said, looking over at you briefly.

“But we just got here,” Morgan complained.

“Those are my terms,” Reid said, reaching out a hand. Morgan was quick to shake and Reid was headed back over to the bar.

***

You were watching the floor when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Are you looking for someone?” a voice asked.

You turned and smiled up at your friend. “Yes, actually. I’ve been waiting for you to come over here since I got in,” you shout over the thumping of the music. You smirk then, thinking of what just happened. “So, did your friend figure it out then?” you asked.

Spencer laughed. “I informed him that you had brushed him off. He wasn’t too pleased. You hurt his pride,” Spencer said with a grin.

You simply shrugged. “I can’t help that he isn’t the guy I’m interested in.”

“So, you’re interested in someone?” Spencer asked, he looks a little hesitant, cheeks slightly pink.

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, I do. I’ve been waiting for him to make a move, but he hasn’t yet,” you said, peeking up at him through your lashes.

Spencer smiled brilliantly. “Why don’t you check your purse,” he suggested.

Your brow furrowed, but you opened up your purse and pulled out a key wrapped in a napkin. On the napkin was, Movie at my place?

“Spencer, how did you…?” you trailed off, looking up at him in wonder.

Spencer shrugged, waiting for your answer.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you agreed, standing up and linking your arm through his.

He led you from the room, looking back to wave and wink at a dumbfounded Derek Morgan.

And the rest of the night was spent curled up on Spencer’s couch watching movies together. All thanks to coffee and Fibonacci.

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds reader insert

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