Just A Cover
Anonymous request for a reader who goes undercover as Morgan’s girlfriend, and Spencer gets jealous.
Derek Morgan wrapped his arm around my shoulders snugly and pulled me close. I adjusted my little black dress and smiled up at him.
“Baby girl, you know I love it when you wear that dress,” he purred and I laughed.
“Why do you think I wore it, handsome?” I asked, cringing internally at my own sappy tone of voice.
“Mmm,” Morgan hummed. He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear. What he was saying was actually something related to the position of our target, but I giggled like it was a dirty little secret, slapping him playfully.
“Save it for later, hot chocolate,” I teased, and Morgan laughed. On the inside, we were both gagging a little bit, because Morgan is just a friend, but undercover, he was my sappy lover.
Not for long, though. We took the target down and he walked out in Derek’s handcuffs. I approached the real object of my affection, Spencer Reid, and ruffled his curls. He tensed under my touch and I appraised him with concern.
“Spencer, are you okay?” I asked.
“Fine,” he replied shortly, turning to walk away from me. I reached out to tug him back, but he shook me off and kept walking. I didn’t hesitate to follow him, jumping in front of him and forcing him to stop walking.
“Spencer, what is wrong with you?” I asked. “Talk to me. Please?”
“Fine,"he said. "Fine. My problem is you and Morgan!”
“What?” I asked. “What about us?”
“I don’t like watching him…handle you and act all possessive and…I don’t like that he gets to be the one to act like you’re his,” he exclaimed.
“Spencer, what are you trying to say? You know that was all a cover up.”
“Well, that’s why I’m so angry with myself for being jealous.”
“Jealous?” I repeated. “Oh.”
“Yeah, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now,” he sighed, as he sat down on the concrete steps. I smoothed my dress under me and sat next to him.
“Spencer?” I said after a moment. “Are you alright?”
“I’m just…” he took a shuddering breath and looked away. “I’m tired of Morgan always getting the girl. He doesn’t even try, and women fall at his feet, even when that woman happens to be one that I love.”
“I didn’t fall at his feet,” I said. “Spence, look at me.” He did, and I reached out to card my fingers through his hair.
“Morgan isn’t my type, and there’s no reason why you can’t get the girl. At least, not this girl,” I added shyly.
“You like me?” He asked. I nodded.
“Always have. No need to be jealous over Morgan when it’s your feet I’m falling at.”
“I…never knew,” he said.
“Well…now you do.”
“Will you…go out with me?” He asked tentatively. I smiled and reached out to hug him.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, and I felt him smile into me, feeling like a very lucky girl, indeed.