Remember the episode where Reid had to stay behind with Garcia and they were talking about how Hotch never blinks? Reid stated that was ‘classic alpha male behavior,’ but also went on to say that he was a blinker. Do not tell me that I’m the only one who realized that Reid had just admitted to being a bottom.
Written for a prompt requesting a scenario in which Spencer and the reader go undercover, while having feelings for each other but aren’t yet dating.
“Are you sure you’re ready to be undercover?” Spencer asked and I smiled at him as I closed the door to the bathroom stall. The man seems to have no concept of privacy, or the fact that the bathrooms at Quantico are not coed.
“Yes, Spencer, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice floating over the stall door. I heard him sigh as I finished adjusting my black cocktail dress and put on my new glasses, which were wired with a small camera. Slipping my feet into elegant heels that I knew would be hell later, I unlocked the door and shot him a smile. He stared at me as I stopped in front of one of the sinks and picked up my curling iron.
“You’re staring, Spencer,” I sang, watching him blush in the mirror.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“Don’t I always?” I teased, putting finishing touches on my hair and turning to face him.
“I’m kidding,” I said. “And thank you,” I added.
“You’re welcome.” I glanced at him in the mirror, taking in his tuxedo and bowtie, the lapel pin that I knew contained a camera like the one in my glasses. His hair was messy, but controlled, and I had to admit that he looked really good.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said lightly as I applied liquid eyeliner and then mascara. I finished it off with a dark red lipstick and turned to him.
“You look nervous,” I said.
“I am,” he replied. “I don’t want you getting hurt, (Y/N).”
“Aw, Spencer,” I said, resting my hand briefly on his cheek. “I promise, it’ll be fine. I can handle myself, and even if I couldn’t, I still wouldn’t be nervous.”
“Why not?” He asked.
“Because I’ll be with you,” I said simply, catching his slight smile as I turned toward the door.
“Come on,” I said. “Every minute I spend in these heels is a waste of my time.” He laughed as he followed me out.
I whimpered as the big guy pulled my hair. The whole operation had gone south fast. In all these people, I wondered how long it would take Spencer to find me. As the guy punched me in the lower abdomen for good measure, I doubled over in pain.
“Damn cop,” he muttered. I knew Spencer would come, I just wasn’t sure when. Lucky for me, when turned out to be only moments later. He came in gun drawn, looking for all the world like the FBI Agent that he is. But to me, he just looked like my sweet Spencer, with a heart of gold and selfless mindset. The man I love and adore, not that I’ve said as much to him.
“(Y/N), you okay?” He asked, sounding calm and collected.to everyone but me. I know him too well, and I could hear the fear in his voice.
“I’m fine, Spencer,” I said.
“Not for long,” the big guy threatened, pulling me closer by my hair.
“Stop,” Spencer commanded.
“Because I’m a federal agent and so is she, and there are cops surrounding this place. In about two seconds, our team is going to come and here and I suggest you let her go before I shoot you.”
Morgan chose just then to come from behind. It happened very fast, and moments later, the unsub had been cuffed and I found myself wrapped up in a warm, strong embrace. Familiar arms pulled me close and I felt Spencer bury his face in my hair.
“(Y/N),” he murmured and I realized how choked up he was. I pulled back slightly to fond tears in his hazel eyes.
“Oh, Spencer,” I whispered, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from his cheek.
“Spencer, love, please don’t cry,” I begged.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I was just…”
“Scared?” I filled in and he nodded, pulling me close again and burying his head into my shoulder.
“I know,” I said. “I know. It’s okay. We’re okay, and everything is fine.”
“I love you.”
I laughed lightly at his rushed confession.
“I love you, too,” I replied. “About time we admitted it.” He pulled back to look at me, his hazel eyes serious.
“Can I stay at your place tonight?” He asked and I nodded.
“Of course,” I said. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now let’s go so I can get out of these damn heels.”
He laughed, and I felt sure that was a sound I would never tire of hearing.
I was hoping for some more Morgan and Garcia comfort/fluff scenes.
But I think I like this more. I love seeing Hotch do stuff like that. He said yes to the omelettes because he knows Garcia is having a hard time and is lonely and missing home. And the stoic “straight arrow” agent says yes, and helps her make omelettes and does it with a smile.
I think sometimes Hotch can be under appreciated. And I love how he appreciates Garcia as just as much a part of his team as the others.