Anonymous said:How about the Reader works at the BAU, and she’s had a crush on Spencer for a long time, but keeps getting rejected- i.e. Spencer telling her not to call him Spence - and when Reader and JJ get kidnapped by an unsub, Spencer runs past her to get JJ instead. Reader rejects help from the other team mates despite her injuries, and goes on break? Maybe the the team stands up for her and comes to check on her? (Idek why this is so long, This is why I don’t write)
A/N: I’m not sure how you wanted this to end, so I made up an ending. :) I hope you enjoy!
I glanced across the carpeted aisle at Spencer Reid, sitting at his desk. His head was down, and strands of his wild curls fell into his face. He looked intently focused on whatever he was looking at. I found myself so enthralled with him that I was even desperate to know what was on that piece of paper.
I took a deep breath and got up from my own desk, grabbing my coffee cup as I went. I stopped next to Reid’s desk and he glanced up at me.
“Hey, Spence, what are you reading?” I asked. Something flickered behind his eyes and he brushed his hair away.
“Please don’t call me that,” he said shortly, and then his gaze was determinedly set back on the paper, the content of which I still didn’t know. I sighed and went on to get my coffee.
Spencer Reid had been rejecting me since I arrived at the BAU. After six months, he still barely spoke to me. As for me, I thought he was possibly the most interesting, wonderful human being I had ever met, and I was completely baffled as to why he seemed to hate me so much. As I poured myself some coffee, I glanced back over to Spencer, who was deftly ignoring my existence.
Sighing again, I headed back to my desk.
Bloody and beaten, I was more than relieved when I saw the red and blue flashing lights. I didn’t know if they had caught the unsub yet, and that thought hovered at the back of my mind. However, it was largely pushed aside by the intense flood of relief that they had found us. JJ and I had been taken by the unsub, and I didn’t know how long it had been but I did know it was longer than a day. I was certain that the team had been working tirelessly to find us, and as the large door to the building slid open and bright lights flooded in, hindered only by the silhouettes of our team members as they came inside. One of my eyes was swollen shut, but I had plenty of visibility; it was certainly enough to see Spencer as he rushed past me without a glance to get to JJ.
Even as the ambulances arrived and we went to the hospital, and then were treated for injuries and released, Spencer never so much as glanced in my direction. The rest of the team took turns, all of them coming to check on each of us more than once.
But not Spencer. When he wasn’t checking on JJ, he was standing out in the hall or somewhere else, as far from me as he could get. After the ordeal of my kidnapping, I found myself without the strength to try to deal with Spencer. It was exhausting, and with everything that was going on made the whole ordeal seem so overwhelming.
During my leave of absence after my kidnapping, I spent most of my time sitting around doing nothing. I thought a lot about Spencer.
I couldn’t help but wonder what I had done wrong, if anything, to make him feel so strongly against me. I had been trying, desperately, to get his attention and figure out what I was doing wrong so that I could fix it, whatever it was.
I was sitting at my apartment one afternoon when there was a soft, rhythmic knock on the door. Still moving slowly, although doing better than I had been before, I headed toward the door. When I opened it, I froze.
Spencer Reid stood on the other side, his leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder, his expression unreadable.
“Reid,” I said.
“Spencer,” he amended quietly. Suddenly, it had become very apparent that this side of Spencer was not the same side I had been exposed to previously.
“Come in,” I said after a moment, and Spencer stepped into my apartment. He looked around, his calculating eyes scanning my bookshelves.
“You have a really nice collection over there,” he remarked, and I stared at him.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked.
“(Y/N), I came here to tell you that I’m sorry for acting the way I have towards you,” he said.
I sat down on my couch and looked up at him for a moment.
“Sit down, Spencer,” I sighed. He did, perching awkwardly on the edge of my armchair.
“What happened?” I asked.
“JJ and Emily happened,” he admitted. “They sat down with me and they told me how much I was hurting you. I…” he trailed off, and sighed.
“I never meant to hurt you,” he finished.
“Really?” I asked. “Then why did you treat me that way, Reid?”
“Because,” he exclaimed. “Because I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to act around you, I couldn’t think straight or hear myself when you would talk to me. You messed things up in my brain and I was scared.”
I stared at him. Following his outburst, I could feel myself already beginning to thaw.
“Scared of what, Spencer?” I asked, my tone more gentle now.
“Scared that what happened with Maeve would happen all over again if I let myself love someone else the way I loved her.”
I felt my world slowly spin to a stop.
I had heard about Maeve; the whole thing had undoubtedly had affected Spencer, but what he was saying to me now made everything fall into place.
“Oh,” I said softly.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I looked up to find his expression no longer guarded, but rather filled with emotion.
“What?” I asked. He bit his lip and sighed slightly, his gaze moving up and down my body.
“Are you okay?” he asked again. “The abduction,” he explained. “I’ve been worried about you,” he added softly, almost so softly that I didn’t hear him.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said. “I’ll be back at work next week.”
“I really am sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m sorry that I did. I’ll see you at work next week.” He had already stood in a movement to leave, but I stood as well and stepped in front of him, looking up into his inquisitive face.
“Spencer, do you have feelings for me?” I asked boldly.
He hesitated, but then nodded slowly.
“Yes,” he admitted. I leaned in and kissed him, warm and quick on his pale lips. He tasted of cinnamon.
He stared at me, shocked.
“How about you stop being mean to me?” I suggested. “And I’ll make some coffee for us both.”
Spencer nodded slowly.
“Okay,” he agreed, hesitantly taking his shoulder bag off and setting it down next to the chair he’d been sitting in.
As he followed me into the kitchen, I shook my head.
I guess it just goes to show, things aren’t always what they seem.