Not What They Expected
Anonymous asked: Hi! I really like your stories! Can you do a Spencer x reader where they’re secretly dating and they “spend the night together”, the team go to his place and she answers the door in his shirt or something like that??
“I’m kind of worried about Spencer,” JJ said.
“Why?” Penelope asked, looking around the room for said genius. “Is he not here?”
“No,” JJ replied, glancing over at Spencer’s empty desk. “He texted to say he was taking the day off since we don’t have a case. They both looked over at the pile of paperwork on Spencer’s desk. It was odd for him to leave work unfinished.
“I texted him back,” JJ continues, “to ask him if everything was okay. He never answered me.”
“That’s unlike him,” Emily chimed in. “Do you think someone should go and check on him?”
The three of them looked at each other for a moment.
“Maybe we should,” JJ said finally, reaching for her coat. “Emily, you coming?” Emily nodded her head affirmatively.
“Where are you guys going?” Morgan asked.
“We’re going to check on Reid,” Emily replied. Morgan frowned.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked. They explained the situation to him and Morgan reached for his coat as well.
“I’ll go with you,” he said.
I was snuggled up close to Spencer, his warm, bare skin pressed against mine. I looked up at him, his eyes closed and his lashes brushing up against his cheeks. He looked so peaceful in the morning light. Spencer had always been so reserved and shy, but our first night together had been way more than I had expected. We certainly hadn’t planned on staying up all night, but before we knew what had happened, the sun was rising over the horizon. Spencer had texted to let his colleagues know that he wouldn’t be in to work, and then he had fallen asleep.
As for me, I was too exhilarated by our first night together to sleep. Spencer and I had been dating for six months, and we’d spent countless nights crashing at each other’s houses, even sleeping in the same bed after watching a bunch of movies or losing track of time because we were lost in conversation. I’d been happy with that, but even happier with how the night before had turned out. Spencer mumbled in his sleep and snuggled closer to me. I smiled slightly at him, and I was lost in thought when a sharp, distant rap on the door. I didn’t want to wake Spencer if I didn’t have to, so I quickly slipped out of bed and pulled on the first thing I saw. It was one of Spencer’s thin, threadbare tee shirts, soft from wear. I glanced back at Spencer, and then headed for the door. There was another knock, and when I opened it, there were three people on the other side, all of whom stared at me as if I had grown a second head.
“Hi,” I said. “Can I help you?”
“Um, uh,” stammered the blonde. She looked between me and the others with her.
“Who are you?” asked the dark-haired woman.
“I’m (Y/N),” I replied. “Are you here for Spencer? He’s asleep right now.”
“Yeah, we are here for Spencer,” answered the man who was with them. “Sorry, I still don’t understand. Is that Reid’s shirt?” he asked. I glanced down and nodded.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Do you guys work with Spence?”
They all nodded, and suddenly everything made sense. Spencer had told me he didn’t want his team to know about us yet, but neither of us had ever imagined they would show up at the door.
“I’m his girlfriend,” I began, and then turned at the sound of footsteps behind me. Spencer was standing there, staring at me in his tee shirt, and his team past me in the hallway.
“Spencer,” said the blonde. “Hi.”
“Um, hi…” Spencer said slowly, approaching us. He came to stand behind me, one long-fingered hand resting on my shoulder.
“What are you guys doing here?” he asked.
“We were concerned about you,” came the answer from the dark-haired woman. “You didn’t answer JJ’s text, and it’s unlike you to stay home from work, even if we don’t have a case,” she explained. I felt Spencer soften slightly behind me.
“Thanks, guys, but I’m fine,” he said. Glancing at me, he added, “Obviously.”
“We’re really sorry, Spence,” giggled the blonde. “But, now that we’re here, you want to introduce us?”
Spencer smiled slightly.
“(Y/N), this is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, or JJ, and Emily Prentiss. Guys, this is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), my girlfriend,” he said.
“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” I said. “Although this isn’t exactly how I would have chosen to do it.”
“Well, I guess we learned our lesson about messing around in Reid’s business,” Emily remarked.
“Well, I can tell you one thing,” Derek began with a grin in Spencer’s direction, “Garcia is going to have a field day with this one.”