A/N: An anon request for a Rossi x Reader where they are dating, she’s younger than he is and they both work with the BAU (he works for, she works as a consultant on occasion). They haven’t told anyone about their relationship yet until she’s taken by an unsub. They haven’t said I love you yet either. @coveofmemories@sexualemobitch@jamiemelyn
“I love you…David, I love you. If I never get to say it, I need to say it now. I love you.”
The normally cool, calm and collected Agent David Rossi sprung from his seat at the round table and flung his coffee mug into the wall, heated liquid and white ceramic exploding against the walls of the room that had become a sort of prison over the years - the metaphorical one where they forced day-in and day-out to watch people, both innocent and guilty be beaten and broken down by the seemingly never-ending waves of criminals.
The smash of ceramics took everyone by surprise, everyone except Hotch of course. He knew. “Dave, you need to stay calm.”
“Don’t tell me what I need to do, Aaron!” he screamed, his eyes filling with tears as he stared back at her - Dr. Y/F/N Y/L/N - the woman he loved. “He has her! And he has her because of me!”
Aaron put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. If anyone knew the pain David was in right now, it was Aaron. Hearing the love of his life die had been the worst moment of his life, and he wished more than anything that David wouldn’t have to go through the same thing. As he calmed his friend, he asked David to calmly tell the rest of the team about the nature of the relationship he had with the younger forensic psychologist. “We started dating a year ago after the Slasher case,” he started, all emotion leaving his voice as her voice saying I love you filled his head. “We were both hit hard by it, she asked me out for a drink and ever since we’ve spent time together providing we were both home.”
He looked to the side, seeing the still shot Garcia had captured from the feed before it went dark. “That’s Dr. Christian Samuelson,” he started again. “I worked a case, years and years ago, before most of you had joined. His wife, Natasha, was one of the victims, and Samuelson blamed me because his wife was targeted after I gave an interview. A few years later, a string of former victims that I helped ended up dead, and they all led me to him. He said I broke him - that I was responsible for turning him from a pediatric surgeon to a deranged killer. It was my fault…” David hung his head in his hands as he remembered the interview he’d given that resulted in Samuelson’s wife’s death.
“Rossi, you can’t blame yourself,” Reid said.
David’s head snapped up. “I misspoke. I identified a specific body type the unsub was targeting. It was an amateur move and it resulted in her death.”
Emily’s mouth hung open, not used to seeing the most seasoned agent take responsibility for something like this; he was always the one talking the rest of them out of that very same thought. “It doesn’t matter,” she said emphatically. “He still chose to do what he did.”
“Yea, well, now he chose to take the woman I love,” he said softly. “I took his wife, so he’s going to take the woman I love, and if I know Samuelson, and I think I do, he’s not going to stop until she’s dead.”
“I love you…David, I love you. If I never get to say it, I need to say it now. I love you.”
As the words ran through his mind, intensifying to the point of near explosion, everything was silent, including the stream of tears that slid down his cheeks and landed on the table below.
After a mad sprint on Garcia’s part to track down Samuelson’s location through multiple bouncing proxies, they finally located him. A warehouse downtown was the site for his terrifying mission. Though he had other victims, it was obvious that Y/N was his crowning achievement, because her death would break Agent Rossi to the point of no return.
At Aaron’s insistence, Rossi entered the warehouse after him, with the rest of the agents flanking him on all ends. Every sound unnerved him, the scratching of metal sending shivers through his whole body. A rushing sound caught his attention, but he couldn’t place what it was at first, coming to realize it was the sound of heart beating inside his skull.
With a motion of pointing fingers from Aaron, they entered the room they believed she was in - and that’s when the found her. Y/N was laying face down, a pool of blood partially coagulated near her midsection. There were reddish bruises speckling her face and back, and her lip was split open; she was so pale. “Y/N!” he cried falling to the ground. His knee slipped into the pool of blood, sinking into his pants and touching his skin. “Y/N.” His voice cracked as he bent down; she was so cold.
“I’m alive,” she said softly. “He’s…still…here.”
“What?” he asked, the softness of his voice gaining edge with each passing millisecond.
“He wants…to watch…you suffer…I played dead.”
She was so smart. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was still losing blood, and she wasn’t out of the woods yet, but she had hope, which meant he had some too. Now, he would play into Samuelson’s hands. “Come out!” he screamed, his voice hoarse with rage. “Is this what you wanted?! You wanted to see me suffer!” He broke down, the past 12 hours of emotion and the relief of her actually being alive, fueling his screams. Though he knew Y/N was alive, he hoped Samuelson would believe he’d succeeded - a man like him would want to gloat. “I took the woman you loved, so you took mine!”
David collapsed to the floor, watching as his friends and teammates looked around and sought out Samuelson, and then he sauntered out, smile wide and eyes alight with joy. “That’s it,” he said, clapping while the other members of the BAU, minus Emily who was sitting at Y/N’s side, aimed their guns in his direction. “That’s right. You took the love of my life and started my downward spiral. Now I get the satisfaction of bringing about yours. It’s just too bad I’ll be in prison and never get to watch it. But I know it’ll be happening, and that I was the one that started it.” He clasped his hands together and placed them in front of his body, still smiling that same cool smile.
One he was done, or at least that’s what David assumed was Y/N’s purpose, she turned over, the wound in her side no longer bleeding due to the pressure she’d put on it. “I…held my breath,” she said, the corner of her mouth ticking upward. “Not dead.”
Immediately, Samuelson’s face dropped and he lunged toward her, but that’s when David stood up and punched him, sending him right back into Aaron’s arms; he was swiftly placed under arrest. With Samuelson in cuffs, David turned around, dropping to the floor once more and taking Y/N’s face in his arms. “You’re okay,” he wept. “Thank god, you’re okay.”
Author’s Note: i apologize for any grammar mistakes!
Days turned into weeks as Y/N would find herself in Spencer’s apartment as she avoided her own home. Time passed as she accepted Emily’s death, but it still hurt to see the ghost of her former roommate in the corners of her home. After the cases, she would find herself in his apartment, cuddling with him and watching tv.
Some days it would be Spencer’s choice to watch Doctor Who or documentaries while Y/N’s choice would be The Avengers or Friends. Others days it would be Spencer reading books while she read comics on the couch, both taking in the comfort silence with relaxed hearts. Some days they would spend the entire night talking about their past, their beliefs, their hopes for future. There are days after horrible cases where they just crave for physical affection, and they would find comfort in
It wasn’t like that they didn’t have any thoughts about sex, but they just weren’t ready for it.
Y/N had already stored some clothes and personal items around the apartment, and one morning before they left for work, Spencer spoke his thoughts out loud. “Why don’t you move in with me?”
“What?” Y/N was confused.
“You are spending a lot of time here and it just seems a hassle for you to go to your apartment and then come here. I don’t mind you staying here,” Spencer explained, keeping his eyes on his coffee. He knew it was stupid, but a part of him was scared that she would say no.
He looked up to see her biting her lips to keep from smiling widely. She squealed as he twirled her in happiness, their giggles filling their apartment.
Sometimes there are days when you would believe that nothing you do can make your life better. There are days when you feel like it isn’t worth it. But there will be moment, a laugh, a joke, or a smile that will make up every low moment that you survived worth it.
Y/N and Spencer had learned that in each other.
So Emily came back. Apparently she wasn’t dead. After the rush of finding Doyle and everything after, Y/N had the time to really evaluate what had gone on.
And that left her furious and disappointment.
Y/N was in the bedroom while Spencer was in the living room, both in their private space as they went over what had happened during their suspensions. They needed some space to realize how they really felt about this whole debacle, and the sudden clash of noise snapped Y/N out of her trance. She got off the bed and walked into to the living room to see Spencer standing with some books thrown across the room. His body was rigid as he took deep breaths to calm himself.
“I went to JJ’s home crying for 5 weeks, and not once did she say anything,” Spencer’s voice trembled a bit at the end.
“Dammit!” Spencer yelled out loud, running his fingers through his hair as he paced. Y/N hesitated a bit but she stood beside the man, placing her hand on his arm to calm him. “I am mad too. At Hotch more than JJ, but I keep feeling that they could have done something else,” Y/N said, her voice holding the anger that her eyes showed.
Spencer sighed, pulling her down on the couch and instinctively brought her back close to his chest. She snuggled into him, drawing comfort through his body. “Logically I know that what they were doing was for the best,” Spencer said, his voice now neutral. “It was the best way to make sure Emily was safe, and Hotch and JJ didn’t say anything to keep us and Emily safe.”
“It doesn’t make it easier to accept it though,” Y/N softly replied, her eyes now distant.
Yes, it really didn’t.
Things are awkward, to say the least, in the BAU team.
It was clear that Spencer was ignoring Emily and JJ, and he probably would have ignored Hotch if it weren’t for the fact that the older man was their boss.
Y/N, however, kept quiet most of the time. She didn’t make any snide remarks like Spencer did, but she kept her silence over it. She was mad, but she was the type of person who would suppress her anger until it exploded. She didn’t strike a conversation to anyone except Spencer, and the two would keep to each other in the offices.
This made things extremely awkward as JJ tried to always start a conversation with Spencer who strike her down with a remark. Emily would try to overcompensate by bringing coffee to Y/N, who handed it back stating that she had given up on coffee before running away to Spencer.
“Spencer where were you? I thought we could do brunch this weekend?” JJ asked, Emily along with her when they saw Y/N and Spencer get off the elevator. “I had stuff to deal with my mom. Have you seen Garcia?” Spencer told her, never taking his eyes off the files.
“Uh she’s with Rossi,” JJ answered, her face falling when he walks by them. She and Emily look at Y/N, who just shrugs and tries to walks past by. “Y/N! I wanted to ask you something,” Emily calls out. The two older women notice the tense posture as Y/N stops and turns to them with a blank face.
“What is it Emily?” Her voice was detached, and Emily’s heart fell at that.
“I was wondering where some of my stuff is.“ Emily was hopeful that she could reconnect with her former roommate, but the way Y/N became more tensed seemed to crush her hope.
"Rossi has most of the stuff after I moved in with Spencer,” Y/N answered plainly before turning her back to them. Emily walked beside her with JJ trailing behind, hoping to continue the conversation.
“So how’s it like living with Reid?”
“Better than living with a ghost.” A small part of Y/N felt guilty over the hurt expression on Emily’s face, but she ignored the guilt as she swiftly walked past them.
Emily knew that things would change after she came back. But she didn’t expect this drastic changes in Y/N and Reid.
Okay I just wanna know how Garcia knows how to spell every name the team tells her to search ??! Like I can barley spell my own name some days ??! And she just knows how to spell any given name handed to her ?!!! Names have so many different spellings and she ??! always guesses the right spelling?!! I wi..sh.,.
Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.
Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases
The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.
“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.
The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.
“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.
“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.
Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.
“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.
Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.
“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.
Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.
“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.
It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.
Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.
You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.
“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.
A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.
“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.
When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.
You greet the boy at the door.
You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.
“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.
You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.
You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.
A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.
“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.
“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.
You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.
You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.
“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.
“Who was that?” You ask curiously.
He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.
“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.
You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.
He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.
You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.
When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.
You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.
You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.
You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.
“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.
“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.
You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.
“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.
“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.
“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.
You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.
You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.
Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.
You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.
The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.
You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.
It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.
He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.
With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.
A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.
You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.
“Spencer.” You say.
“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.
You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”
“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.
“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.
The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.
You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.
“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.
“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.
Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.
He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.
“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.
“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.
You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.
He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.
“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”
You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”
He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.
All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.
“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.
You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.
She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.
“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.
You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.
“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.
You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.
“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.
You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.
“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.
You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.
“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”
Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.
Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.
“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.
You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.
“She can’t uh-” He starts.
“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.
The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.
Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.
“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.
You nod and everyone stays silent.
“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.
You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.
“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.
“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.
You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.
You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.
Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.
Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.
A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)
Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy
Word Count: 3k
Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”
“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her.
“How does what not drive me crazy?”
“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall.
“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m people watching.”
“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.
“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!”
“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”
“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”
“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”
“So you have noticed!”
“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself.
“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”
“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up.
“But what if we did?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around.
“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”
“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”
“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options.
“What are you doing?”
“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head.
“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.
You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.
“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him.
“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced.
“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you.
“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”
“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer.
“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”
“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off.
“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses.
“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away.
“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers.
“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk.
“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.
“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase.
“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen.
“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card.
“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder.
“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked.
“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”
“Anyone who you hope it is?”
“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt, Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup.
“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned.
“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled.
“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh.
“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”
“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”
“You think I should what?”
“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”
“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”
“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”
“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.
“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”
“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”
“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him.
“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”
“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.
“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”
“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.
“What did you say?”
“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office.
“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in.
“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head.
“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?”
“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.
“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”
“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”
“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”
“I take offense to that comment!”
“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”
“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”
“Then who is it?”
“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,”
“Brian in payroll?”
“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.
“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.
“Yes, yes he definitely does.”
“Yeah? What it is then?”
“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”
“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”
“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”
“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her.
“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”
“My life is over.”
“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.
“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.
“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest.
“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway.
“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you.
“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them.
“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes.
“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”
“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again.
“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back.
“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.
“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,
“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you.
“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”
“I think we’re good,” you answered.
“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses.
“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist.
“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time.
“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling.
“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused.
“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing.
“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair.
“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life.