Lucky To Meet You
@lclb13 requested a fic in which Rossi has a BBQ at which Spencer meets the reader. This will be a two-part fic!
This gif is so unrelated but look at that precious face wowww the world is blessed to have this face existing in it.
I looked up as I walked into the backyard at David Rossi’s booming, gravelly voice. I couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d once investigated the murder of my parents, when I was just a kid. I‘d really taken to him during the investigation, and he’d kept in touch ever since. When I moved to the DC area, he was the first to invite me over for dinner and he always made himself available should I ever need anything. I had been, and remain, both very grateful to him and very fond of the warm-hearted FBI Agent. So, when David had invited me to his mansion for a summer barbeque with his team, I’d agreed.
“David,” I said, leaning in to hug him as I reached the spot where he stood under the twinkling lights that hung in the dusky summer air. He smiled at me.
“I’m so glad you could make it,” he said, sounding as sincere as always.
“So am I,” I replied. “Thank you for having me.”
“Of course,” he answered easily. “Come on, I want you to meet someone.” There was something about the way his eyes were twinkling that caught my attention.
“Someone?” I said, aware that I sounded suspicious.
“Someone as in?” I asked. David waved me off, and I sighed, knowing he was about to introduce me to yet another guy.
“David, we talked about this,” I groaned. And we had; more than once, we had discussed my desire for him to stop setting me up with people. Yet, he didn’t seem discouraged.
“(Y/N), I swear you’re going to like this one. Just give him a chance,” he begged.
“Okay,” I relented. I sighed, linking my arm with his affectionately.
“You are truly incorrigible, David Rossi,” I said.
“Hey, kid, watch it; I taught you that word,” he replied, and I laughed aloud. Just then, we reached a group of people, on the outskirts of which stood a tall, thin man with wild brown curls.
“Spencer,” David said, and I watched the man turn around. He was extremely attractive, with bright hazel eyes and a warm smile that he was turning on me.
“Hi,” he said, and I found his voice immediately soothing, with its warm and scratchy tones.
“Hi,” I replied.
“Spencer Reid, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N),” David said. “I’ll leave you two to get to know each other.” As Spencer and I watched David walk away, I strained my ears to hear the notes of the song that was playing.
Boy, I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard.
I recognized he familiar words of a duet that I had always loved.
“So what do you do?” Spencer asked.
“Oh, I work in a library,” I replied. “Nothing as exciting as being an FBI Agent.” He smiled at me, and I felt a little flutter in my stomach.
“I sometimes think I would prefer working in a library,” he said, and I laughed.
“What kind of books do you like?” I asked. His eyes lit up, and I found myself enraptured by his words as he started to talk about all the kinds of books he enjoyed, from classics to books on mathematical theories that I knew I would never understand. Even so, there was something fascinating about listening to Spencer ramble on about them.
“Sorry,” he said when he’d finished. I watched his cheeks start to flush, and I smiled as warmly as possible at him.
“You shouldn’t be,” I replied. His head snapped up to look at me, his expression a little incredulous.
I nodded affirmatively.
“Yeah,” I said. “You sound surprised,” I laughed.
“Yeah, well, it’s just not often that people are interested in my ranting.”
“That’s strange,” I mused. “Because I found it fascinating.”
Spencer stared at me and I smiled.
“What?” I asked.
He cleared his throat. “Um, what kind of books do you like?” he asked me, and I smiled brightly at him.
“I like almost all books,” I replied. “I work in a library, remember?”
“I do remember. It would be kind of hard not to, both because I have an eidetic memory and because you’re kind of unforgettable.”
He said it in a matter-of-fact tone and, later, I would recall that moment as the one in which I fell for Spencer Reid.
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