Dance Floor

“Go dance with her Aaron.” Dave urges as the woman looks over at him again and smiles. You’re not going to sit around here and watch this shit. You let out a tiny huff, of frustration then slide off your bar stool, grab Penny’s hand and drag her out onto the dance floor.
“What are we doing?” She asks with a laugh.
“We are going to find us some hotties and dance our asses off. The boys are being boring.”
“Alright. I’m in.” She laughs as the two of you begin to move to the music. You move your way further into the crowd, Penelope’s hand is wrapped in yours as you make your way to the very middle. The next song fades into the previous and you grin. You love this song! You roll your hips and grind down against the air to the beat of the song. A pair of hands wrap around your hips and you raise an eyebrow at Penelope. She gives a tiny nod and you lean back into the stranger. His shoulders are broad and his stomach is firm and he’s a horrible dancer. He’s basically grinding his dick against your ass. You roll your eyes at Penelope who has to stifle a laugh as your dance partner wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. It’s not the most comfortable position but at least he’s trying to dance, and not just standing there while you’re dancing against him. That’s worse than having a bad dancer. As the song changes yet again your partner slides his hand a little too low. You grab it and put it back on your hip.
“Don’t get any ideas.” You warn him over your shoulder, getting your first glance at him. He’s not unattractive, blonde hair, blue eyes and an easy smile.
“Sorry darlin’.” He drawls in a southern accent. You grin at him then turn back to Penelope whose now dancing with Derek.
“Ow ow!” You yell over the music and she waves you off. You laugh, you love teasing them about their supposed friendship and all the nicknames. The guy you were dancing with moves away but before you turn to look his hands are back. As you move you realize this can’t be the same man. His moves are better, smoother, more confident. His hands aren’t holding you as tightly but he’s confident that you’re not going anywhere. You lean back into him and his chest brushes your shoulder blades. One of his hands presses against your stomach and you swear you’ve got butterflies in your stomach. You manage to catch a glimpse of him and you’re pleased to find that it’s Aaron.
“Well well look who finally got off his ass and out onto the dance floor.” You tease.
“Well he was getting a bit handsy.”
“Wait a minute.” You turn toward him and stare up at your best friends boss. “Were you jealous?”
“No.” He says his eyes not quite meeting yours.
“Liar.” You challenge running a thumb along his jaw while wrapping your hand around the back of his neck. He looks down at you in surprise but it’s his turn to make the move. He doesn’t disappoint, he presses his lips to yours and you hardly register that the song changes with his mouth pressed to yours. It’s not a overly passionate or desperate kiss but it demands every ounce of your attention. You can feel it all the way to your toes, like you’ve been struck by lightening.
“Thank god!” You hear Penny yell over the music the second you pull away from him. You laugh and drop your head to his shoulder.
“Wanna get out of here? Get some dinner and talk?” He says into your ear, you nod then he takes your hand and leads you off of the dance floor. You see Dave shoot Aaron a grin and can’t help the smile that crosses your face as he leads you out to the quiet night.

For the anon who asked for 46 (Wait a minute. Are you jealous?) with Hotch

Everything I want in life is a guy who talks to me like Derek Morgan talks to Penelope Garcia.
—  every girl and woman in the world

Get to Know Me Meme - [3/5] favorite relationships >> Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan

Derek Morgan: “Garcia, baby girl, please tell me something I want to hear.”
Penelope Garcia: “You are a statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder?”
Derek Morgan: “How about something I don’t already know?”
Penelope Garcia: “… I have a sweet tooth?" 


You’re about 12-15 years old in this :)


Reid looks over at you from where you sit huddled in a chair with a blanket around you as JJ speaks to you comfortingly. “What’s gonna happen to her now?” He asks.

The police chief of (your town) sighs. “She’ll have to go into Foster Care or an orphanage. I feel terrible, (y/n)’s a good kid.”

But the agent’s already gone and walking toward you. He sits down in the chair next to yours. “Hi, (y/n), I’m Reid.”

You look at him warily. “You’re one of those FBI guys.” He nods. “How did they die?” You whisper, tears forming in her eyes.

JJ gives Reid a desperate look, telling him this isn’t the first time you’ve asked this question. He looks back at you and takes your hand. “They died protecting you, which is everything any parent could ever wish for. They went peacefully.”

You nod, tears falling freely now. “Are they-” you choke, unable to get the words out. JJ tightens her arm around you.

But Reid understands. “They’re in a better place now.”

You nod, and he squeezes your hand one last time before standing up with JJ to talk alone. He looks back over at your shaking figure before saying, “JJ, I can’t just let her go to an orphanage.”

“But, Spence, she has no family members who can or will take her in.” The blonde argues. “Where else can she go?”

He looks her in the eyes. “With me.”

Her eyes widen. “You can’t be-”

“I’m completely serious, JJ. There’s just something about her. I need to take care of her. Make sure she’s okay.” He explains, looking back at you.

“But Reid, you’re talking about adoption. That’s not just making sure she’s okay, that’s making sure she’s okay forever.” JJ tries to reason.

But his mind was set.

One year later

“Hi, (y/n), how are you?” Garcia squeal so, hugging you as you walk into the BAU offices with Spencer.

You laugh, hugging her back. “I’m good, Garcia.”

“Good.” She says, before walking with you and Spencer to say hi to the rest of the team.

Ever since your parents died, and Reid took you in, your life has been completely different. While Spencer is your legal guardian, you see him more as an older brother then a father. But, you love him all the same.

The BAU team has become your new family. They helped set up a school for you to go to in DC, and when Spencer was gone on cases, you would stay with Garcia who usually stayed at the base.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sight of the rest of the team standing over a cake on Reid’s desk. “Happy Birthday, (y/n)!” They yell, smiling at your shocked face. How do they even know your birthday?

“Thanks, guys!” You say, exchanging hugs with everyone. Even Jack, Henri, and Will are present for the surprise party. “This means so much.”

“Well, don’t give us the credit, this was the boy-genius’s idea.” Rossi says, smiling.

Turning around, you look at Reid who has his hands in his pockets, smiling. Rushing forward, you pull him into a hug. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

He hugs you back, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too.”

Pulling away, you turn back around to Garcia strapping a birthday hat on your head and Prentiss handing you a piece of cake. Laughing, you take it and hug the woman with one arm.

Looking around the room, you see JJ and Will giving Jack and Henri pieces of cake, while Rossi and Hotch eat quietly, laughing as Jack manages to get frosting all over his face. Spencer is laughing at something Prentiss said, and Garcia stands by Morgan, both flirting with each other as they eat.

You smile, grateful for your new, slightly dysfunctional family.


The phone rings and Garcia covers her mouth, giggling. Smiling, you pick up the phone. “Hey sweet cheeks, whatcha got for me?”

Morgan sounds confused. “(Y/n)?”

“The one and only.”

You can practically see him shaking his head as you try to hold back giggles. “Alright, we need a list of all brunette delinquent male teenagers at Sumner Highschool.”

“I am on it faster then Dean Winchester eats pie.” You say, typing furiously. Morgan frowns on the other end. Smiling, you click the enter button. “The information is on your tablets now.”

“Alright, thanks (y/n). And are you feeling ok?”

“Peachy; why?”

“You’re just … acting different.” He says.

Unable to hold the laughter in any longer you choke out, “Let me know if you need anything else.” Then you hang up and Garcia and you burst out laughing, tears streaming down your face at your friend’s confusion.

On the other end, Morgan is staring in wonder at his phone. Smiling to himself, he pockets the phone and goes to find Hotch.

The Pizza Man

Request: Can you do one where Reid starts flirting with an intern and readers gets all sad jealous and then admits her feelings to Reid

 A/N: I quite like how this one turned out, which means you’ll probably hate it haha

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