i just want to post spence all day

Originally posted by toyboxboy

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You were standing in the line at the library, bringing back a long overdue book. You just didn’t have the time to bring it back before now; your job was exhausting and took up a lot of your time. As you handed the woman behind the desk your book, you worried about how much you had to pay. Despite the time you had to spend working for your job the payment was low and you were only barely able to live off of it. That’s why you were using the library at all. You were able to pay the yearly fee and could take as many books a year as you wanted to, and you read quite a lot. You’d never be able to buy all the books you wanted to read. The elderly woman told you the price you had to pay and you started counting your money. You barely had half of it.

“Uhm, I don’t have enough money right now”, you said quietly worrying your lips between your teeth.

“That’s not a problem, dear. Just pay it if you’ve got enough money to do so, you just can’t lend any other books until then”, the woman was friendly, as always, but you knew that she couldn’t make an exception, no matter how well she knew you. Your shoulders dropped, but you nodded.

“Okay, thank you. Have a nice day”

“You too, darling!” You smiled slightly and moved to the side, so that the next person could get attended to. There were still twelve days left until the next month and about 20 until your next pay check. Reading was your reprieve of your job and all the stress you’ve had, which was quite a lot. You didn’t know how to endure the weeks until you were able to read again. Maybe some of your colleagues would have a book they could lend you? That’s when you remembered that your colleagues didn’t like you, and to be honest you didn’t like them either nor did you like your job, but circumstances had forced you to take it.

“Excuse me?” you suddenly heard a male voice behind you and turned around. In front of you stood a tall, lanky, but attractive man. His brown hair was a bit long and messy, but it suited him, and he wore black pants and a deep purple dress shirt.

“Yes, can I help you?” you smiled at him, which made him grin.

“Actually no, but I heard you talk to the clerk and I kind of payed your fee.” You stared at him for a long moment, utterly surprised.

“You payed my fee? But why would you do that?” Your eyes were wide and full of wonder, while the man seemed to be a bit uncomfortable with so much gratitude.

“Um, you seemed to like to read a lot, and I… um, I thought that maybe…you appeared to be sad and I honestly didn’t think much about it…. But-“, he stuttered and flushed a bit.

“Thank you! Really, this means a lot to me!” you grinned at him. “Do you have any book recommendations?” His eyes lit up and he started talking really fast.

“Have you read ‘The Illustrated Man’ by Ray Bradbury? It’s one of my favourites. Or ‘The Collector’ by John Fowles, ‘The Fisher King’ by Leonore Fleischer? Of course if you wanted to read some classics you could always read ‘The Narrative of John Smith’ by Arthur Conan Doyle.” He suddenly stopped and looked a bit sheepish, but you only smiled at him warmly.

“Already read all of them. Maybe you could help me find some books and then I’ll reciprocate myself by buying you a coffee if you’d like?” You suddenly noticed that you didn’t even know his name.

“I am Y/N by the way” He shook your hand firmly and introduced himself as Spencer Reid, agreeing to your offer. Half an hour later you bag was filled with books again and you were sitting in a nice little café, talking animatedly about very different topics. You noticed very early that he was quite intelligent, asking him about it and learning of his high IQ. He told you about his job and how he loved it, even though sometimes his colleagues treated him like a kid because he was the youngest. Spencer asked you about your job and you told him that you didn’t like it, but had to take it hence of money issues and that you didn’t get along with your colleagues, because you were different than them. Neither of you noticed the time passing until his phone started ringing.

“Yes? Alright, I’m going to be there in about 10 minutes, Hotch!” He explained that there was a case he had to attend to and had to leave.

“It was very nice to meet you, Spencer!” you smiled at him. He smiled and scribbled his number on one of the napkins.

“It was also very nice to meet you, Y/N. You can write or call me if you like, although I won’t be able to answer while cases most of the time.” With that he left the café, leaving you there smiling like a maniac. This had been the first time in months that you had a nice chat with someone you liked.

Over the next month you and Spencer grew closer. You met up at least once a week if both of your work schedules allowed it, and got to know each other a lot better.

One day he called you and asked you over to his work. Not knowing what he was planning, but having no reason to decline, you did as he asked. The team greeted you warmly, Gracia almost crushing you with her hug. You already knew each other, since it wasn’t the first time you had been here. Spencer was waiting for you at his desk, hugging you once you’d reached him.

“So, why did you call me over, Spence?” you asked curiously.

“You still don’t like you job, do you?” he asked and you shook your head no.

“Well, I may have a solution. You see, the person who sorted and filed the evidence retired surprisingly and we need someone new, and I thought that maybe you’d like to take the post? If you want to, of course. It would be nice to have you around here, Y/N”2, he flushed a bit, but you just hugged him hard.

“That’s awesome, Spence! I’d like to take the offer!”

2 weeks later was your first day at work for the FBI. The job was fun, even though many thought it was quite monotonous. To you it was interesting to learn all those things about simple evidence as a rubber duck. Of course the fact that Spencer dropped by nearly every day for lunch, sometimes with Derek or someone else or alone, only made it better. Spencer was, after all, your best friend and being able to work near him was something that made your life a lot more interesting.

Again, I am not a native speaker.