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Starved: Spencer Reid

Category: Fluff

Summary: A y/n fic where reader has always been a bit intimidated by Spencer until a case forces them to be a little closer than they ever planned

Warnings: Case talk/Usual case things

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

I’ve always been a little overly cautious of Spencer Reid. To me, he is other worldly. From his handsome yet awkward appearance, all the way to his extreme intelligence. That hasn’t stopped me from paying a little more attention to him than any other members. Today marks one year of me joining the team. Not that it matters, but it also does. All the hard work put in to get here and the work done after matters to me.

Still, when I walk into work, it feels like any other day. I drop my purse onto my desk that’s in front of Spencer’s. It’s odd we aren’t close when we work quite closely, but that can be blamed on the anxiety he gives me. I sometimes wonder if I make him feel the same way, since he doesn’t speak to me much either. I doubt it.

“Morning.” I greet softly and sit down. Currently, he is going through files reading at a rapid pace. I watch him for a moment, admiring how he drags his long fingers down the pages as he reads them, occasionally scribbling something down. I’m deeply focused, thinking about the man in front of me. I didn’t even notice the Morgan come up behind me. He rests a hand on my shoulder, making me jump.

“Jesus, Morgan!” I exclaim. “Woah, didn’t mean to interrupt your staring!” He retorts. Leave it to him to call me out like that. He has caught Spencer’s attention by now, and the doctor is watching us with a slight smile. Morgan reaches over and ruffles the younger man’s hair, making him groan. “I- Morgan!”

I laugh softly and watch as he attempts to make his hair lay back down with a pout. I admire how close he and Derek are. Spencer and I don’t even speak if it’s not case related. Much less touch each other. I remember my first day when he said no to my handshake, making it clear he is a bit of a germaphobe. I’ve made sure to steer clear of touching him since.

Morgan just rolls his eyes at Spencer, “Come on, you two, we have a case.” He says, walking off. I silently stand up and follow him to the briefing room. We all take our seats as Garcia starts to give us the run down. The case isn’t too far, but far enough we still have to fly. College girls have been turning up dead, all the bodies disposed in dumpsters like trash.

“Have we been able to track down how the unsub is finding his victims?” JJ asks, starting off our case discussions.

“All of them were out with friends. Somehow our unsub is getting them alone. They were able to get one of the abductions on security footage outside a bar. He’s getting them out of the bars and into the back alleys, then taking them.” Garcia briefly explains pulling up the footage. Shortly after, the video ends. Hotch stands, “Wheels up in thirty.” He announces.

We all stand leaving the briefing room, and it isn’t long before we are all seated on the plane back to discussing the case. We have put together what we can if the profile.

“We will be landing soon, and I want to get on this immediately. If he continues this pattern, he will be looking for a new victim tonight.” Hotch tells us with that serious tone of his that sometimes makes me hope to fall asleep.

I start to space out thinking to myself, and I’m only pulled from my thoughts when I hear my name, “Reid and y/l/n are together. I want you two to start on a geographical profile, then tonight you two are to canvas bars and back alleys of the area.”

I quickly glance at Spencer to see if I can read how he feels about this. It’s not the first time we are working together, of course, but it’s not often we get sent out to work together.

The only thing I can think is that I may puke.

••••••••••••

The entire time we worked on the profile

I was a mess. Stuttering and making a fool out of myself. I try to tell myself it’s simple because he intimidates me, but I can’t help but know that’s not the reason. Good thing I’m good at avoiding my feelings.

Before I know it though we are out walking around the streets, weaving in and out of alleys. I don’t really know where we are going, but I try to put my trust in Spencer and assume he knows.

I’m trailing behind him, keeping my eyes on the back of his shoes as we walk. I’ve never been good at walking with my head up. Lack of confidence, I guess. It soon proves to be a terrible idea because my face collided with a hard surface covered by some fabric before I fall backwards and not so gracefully land on my ass.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I figured you would see my stop, but I forgot you walk with your head down.” Spencer rambles, putting a hand out to help me up. I just shake my head, trying not to make eye contact because of the blush on my face.

I don’t take his hand, but I push myself to my feet and brush myself off. “It’s alright, I know I should work on looking where I’m going.”

I finally look up at him when he drops his hand, “I just assumed you walk with your head down to avoid tripping to make up for your lack of coordination. It also reflects your shyness. You also daydream a lot, and you always look down when you’re deep in thought.” He rambles.

My jaw drops a little at the realization he has been paying attention to me. I try not to be a little hurt over the coordination comment, reminding myself that he is just very blunt occasionally. I’m about to respond, but he turns the other direction. “Did you hear that?” He asks, starting to walk.

This time I keep my head up and follow him as he weaves in and out of alleyways. Despite actually paying attention, I soon lost sight of him. I instinctively put my hand over the weapon holstered on my hip as I look around. “Spencer?” I call out but don’t get a reply.

The panic sets in when I hear footfalls behind me. Heavy ones that don’t belong to Spencer. I pick up my pace and tighten my grip on my weapon. “Hey darlin! This isn’t a safe place for a girl to be walking alone!” I ignore him. Soon I can hear more steps in hen none at all. I’m about to turn to see what’s going on, but I’m harshly grabbed and pulled into an alley.

A hand is clamped over my mouth while the other hand is around my waist, holding me flush against them. “It’s me. Don’t make any noise. We have to go. It’s not what we thought. They’re a team.” Spencer’s voice says in my ear. I relax a little when I realize who it is. Not much, though, given the way he makes me feel.

He slowly takes his hand off my mouth and is about to let me go before the steps pick back up. He pulls me even closer, sinking us further into the shadow of the alley way. We are both holding our breath as they walk past. We can hear them calling on another woman. Before either of us get chance to make a move, sirens can be heard and our team is filling the alley making the arrest. “I already handled getting us backup.” He points out.

We are still pressed together, and I feel like my heart might jump out of my throat. By the time he lets me go, the situation has long turned awkward. I can’t even hide my blush as I return to the team.

•••••••••••

I thought that my time with the doctor was through. We would go back to our separate lives and act like strangers who work together. I’m proven wrong when he plops down in the seat beside mine on the plane. Most of the team is asleep and the ones that are awake are seated far away. I look up at him, but immediately look back down when we make eye contact.

“Have I done something to offend you? I know I can be a little insensitive at times, but I never meant to be cruel. I apologize for calling you uncoordinated earlier. I shouldn’t have done that.” He rambles out in the usual Spencer fashion.

I finally look at him. This may be the first time I’ve looked at his face during a conversation, “What? No, you haven’t done anything.” I quickly assured him. I thought that would clear things up, but he just looks confused.

“Then why don’t you talk and joke with me like you do the others? You won’t look at me or touch me. You have only said 8 words to me since the case ended.” He points out with a deep frown.

I shake my head in disbelief at him, “I thought I bothered you. I’m not as intelligent or collected as you are. I don’t touch you because I thought you would get upset because of germs.” I don’t really give much more of an explanation because the blush on my face keeps darkening, and I already know I’ve made a fool of myself.

Spencer simply shakes his head at me, “That’s ridiculous! You’re just as intelligent and capable as I and the rest of the team. I’ve never been scared to touch you…if I’m being honest, back in the alley I didn’t want to let you go.”

There is a long pause. I have no idea what to say, and he seems to be thinking. He gently takes my hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze.

I'm going to combust right here in the seat of the jet.

“You sit in front of me everyday pouring over files so deep in thought you don’t notice me. You realize you have worked here a year today and today is the first time we have ever touched each other?”

I just sit there open-mouthed as he goes on. He has kept track of how long I have been here?

“Why does it matter? I’m nothing special. I don’t see the point in wanting my attention.”

Spencer just laughs softly and blushes. It’s enough to make me wonder if he has avoided me for the same reason I have avoided him. Those little butterflies that seem to crawl up my stomach until they reach my throat, taking all of my sense and words with them when they go back down. I wonder if he gets those too.

“I don’t see the point in counting freckles, but I know you have 5 on your left hand and 3 on your right. 4 on your collar bones too.” He rambles, “You like your coffee a certain way and never drink it when the team buys you some or tries to fix it for you. You have to have it just right. You walk with your head down because you lack confidence. I don’t see the point in knowing all those things about you, but I do.”

There is a really long pause. Any words I have are stuck in my throat and I can’t seem to make myself say them.

He inhales slowly before starting again. “I also know that when we were in that alley, I wasn’t even worried about those guys. I just knew I had one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever known in my arms, and I never wanted to let go. Ever since then, I’ve felt like I’m starving for your touch. I know you have to have a certain amount of physical affection, but I still avoid it most times. Now though, God, I think I might die.” He concludes.

“That doesn’t seem like something someone who is just a coworker would say.” I finally speak. It’s simple and a little flirty and makes him grin.

“Maybe we are more than just coworkers.”

“Friends?” I ask with a smirk.

“Perhaps a little more than that.” He teases and leans closer.

I playfully push him back, but he grabs my hand, holding it firmly on his chest. “You don’t even know if I like you like that.” I tease.

He leans even closer now, making my breath hitch. “But I do know.” He teases back with a wide grin.

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thesreid · 1 year

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Pure Love: Spencer Reid

Summary: The reader has been struggling with life recently and Spencer makes sure to help her unwind

Warnings: mind nudity mentioned

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female reader

Word count: 921

Category: fluff

Life has not been kind recently. Is it ever, though? I feel as though it’s rare that life goes easy on me. Maybe it is like that for everyone. I just know this week is finally over, and I’m hoping for a day of rest before the next one. I walk into the apartment I share with Spencer and sigh contently. I hang up my jacket and slip off my shoes before going to find some comfy clothes. I walk into our room and spot one of Spencer’s shirts and my favorite night shorts already sitting on the bed. I stare for a moment, trying to remember when I put them there.

“You’re late.”

I jump when I hear Spencer speaking. He has been gone on a case and didn’t tell me he was coming home. He walks forward and wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me softly.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home.” I say absentmindedly as I check my watch, “I’m only about 20 minutes late. I’ve been busy at work all this week.” I explain.

He runs his hands up and down my arms and sighs, “I texted you. You were actually 23 minutes and 47 seconds late.” He corrects.

I laugh softly and rest my head against his chest. “I haven’t gotten a chance to check my phone since I got off. I’m glad you’re keeping track. This is the earliest I’ve gotten off this week, actually. It’s been awful, Spence. On my feet for hours, and we have had so many people call in this week. I’ve been so stressed.” I start to ramble.

“I’ll tell you what, you go get a bath and get comfy, and I’ll order something you like. Then we can watch a movie, or I’ll read to you. Sound good?”

I nod quickly and pull away from him. He pulls me back and gives me a swift kiss before letting me go. I ran a bath and got in, finally starting to relax. It’s actually working quite well before the bathroom door opens, with Spencer walking inside.

“You have something against knocking?” I ask sarcastically. He shakes his head and sits down on the edge of the tub, “I think we are past that point in our relationship.” He says bluntly. “Order whatever you want.” He bosses handing me a towel to dry my hands, then handing me his phone. I order what I want, then hand it to him.

He looks down at me for a long moment, making me look away. “Want me to wash your hair?” He asks softly. I looked back at him, a little surprised. “What?”

“You’re tired, and I want to take care of you. You wash your hair on Fridays, so it is clean for the weekend. I was going to do it for you.” He explains.

I’m taken aback by the offer. I’ve never had anyone do that for me before, much less had them offer. “I-I, yeah. Go ahead.” I mumble, tilting my head back as he comes around the tub. He can’t reach very well, but he seems determined nonetheless.

He pushes me back gently, so he can wet my hair. He soon gets the shampoo, massaging it into my scalp with his long fingers. I groan softly and close my eyes, letting myself relax. I let him do his thing and soon enough I feel him gently kiss my forehead. “Your hair is done, love. The food is about here, so I’m going to go wait.” He says softly before asking out.

I’d be lying if I said I’m disappointed he stops and has to leave, but I go ahead and finish my bath then get out and get dressed after drying off. I’m walking out to the bedroom when he walks in with takeout boxes. I sit down in bed and take my food from him and start eating as he turns on a show we have been watching together recently. I sit with my leg tossed over one of his as we eat. Once we are both finished, I’m curled up to his side. It’s getting later and later, and I keep getting more tired. I groan and readjust how I’m laying for the 4th time. My back hurts, and I’m about to go crazy.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asks, moving his arm that was around me. “My back hurts.” I whine and roll away from him. He sighs and gently rubs my back as I’m now laying on my stomach beside him. I feel him move and feel my shirt being pulled up. “Spencer Reid!” I scolded, trying to smack his hands away. “Y/n!” He replies playfully. “I’m just trying to rub your back, calm down.”

I pout and let myself relax. He pulls my shirt back up, and I soon feel his nimble fingers massaging my sore muscles. I relax under his touch. I don’t know how long he does it, but by the time he is done I’m mostly asleep. I feel his soft lips brush over my shoulder blades, making me hum softly. Me soon enough lays down beside me and kisses my head and wraps his arms around me holding me close to his chest. “I love you, you know? I do all this for you because you deserve it. You’d do the same for me.” I hum softly in response. “I love you too.” That’s all I say in response before I drift off to sleep.

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