Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader - Doctor and Nurse

“Thanks for taking me out to coffee Spence.” You smiled up at your sweet boyfriend. “Anytime. I love spending time with you even it is just standing in line for an over priced Pumpkin Spice Latte.” He winked down at you making you blush. “Never in a million years would I have thought that the shy awkward guy I met 6 months ago would be boldly teasing me like this… Where did this confidence come from??” You laughed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I don’t feel shy around you anymore… The minute I saw you trip on a flat surface and then laugh about it I knew you like me for me.” Spence shrugged before taking a sip of his own Pumpkin Spice Latte. “I kinda miss the blushing flustered Spencer…” You fake pouted as he held the door to the sanitarium. As you clocked into the front desk and then put your stuff away in your locker Spencer checked his phone for any messages from the BAU. He was back in Vegas to visit both his mom (a patient a the sanitarium) and his girlfriend (a nurse at the sanitarium). Once you walked back out into the lobby you and Spencer headed over to see his mom… She was always your first patient of the day. “Spencer… What a nice surprise.” Diana smiled as she looked up to see her son. “Hey mom.” He took a seat beside her. “How you feeling this morning Mrs. Reid??” You asked noticing Diana wasn’t smiling even though her son was there today. “Quite frankly I am feeling rather upset.” “Why is that??” Spencer asked worried. “I still don’t see a ring on Y/N’s finger.” Diana gave Spencer a halfhearted glare making Spencer blush. “There he is…” You mumbled just loud enough for Spencer to hear and answer back with a glare that mirrored his mother’s.

Spencer’s POV:

After Spencer spent what felt like just one day in Vegas he had to fly back out to Quantico for a case. Spencer was only in Quantico for a day before he was flying back out to Vegas. Not to see his two favorite women but for the case. There had been as string of kidnappings in a town right outside of Vegas and the BAU was quick to jump on it since the police believed that it was a man they had put away before. The man was Joe Hood. He had the record of physical assault and kidnapping in the upper part of Nevada. The BAU had caught him close to ten years ago and he was sent to sanitarium after sanitarium because of conflicts with the staff. During his transfer to the last sanitarium brave enough to take him on he escaped. Now he was kidnapping women and his usual pattern was just different enough to stump the BAU. Before he had just kept all the women in his house but now that he didn’t have a residence he was kidnapping the women and then leaving them for dead on the sides of roads. At first the victims seemed to be based on opportunity but then they slowly started to all look the same. Once the unit was at the police station Spencer excused himself to go and make a phone call. A phone call to Y/N. Spencer’s heart speed up with each ring that went unanswered. Walking back into the conference room of the police station Spencer’s speeding heart sank down to his stomach when he saw the pictures of the latest victims. Each of them looked more and more like Y/N. Their hair their eyes their skin tones. “Pretty boy you okay?? You look like a ghost.” Derek called out as Spencer froze at the door. “He is after Y/N. I know… Call me crazy but I just know it…” “Who??” Hotch asked looking around at the rest of the unit. “My girlfriend… I know. Ha. Ha. Ha. Spencer has a girlfriend you can tease me later about it. But she works at the sanitarium where my mom is at and I bet if we call over and get Y/N/s records that Joe Hood is one of her past patients. She is exactly the type of a girl someone like the Joe would be obsessed with. She doesn’t just sift through her patients she gets to know them and they get attached to her.” Spencer sped out of his mouth before sucking in a deep breath. “JJ get a hold of those records…” Hotch nodded over to JJ before asking Derek and Rossi to go out and check your house. “Oh and Reid… Congrats.” Hotch gave Spencer as big of a smile that was appropriate for the situation at hand. 

Turns out that Joe had been a patient of yours and as Spencer suspected you were if not the only person Joe ever got along with. When other members of the staff complained about Joe’s aggression he was moved to another location. Joe seethed in even more anger over the fact that you didn’t move with him so obviously he grew an obsession with you. Before in his first string of crimes he didn’t have a type but now he did. Lucky for you Joe had kidnapped you outside of your work place. Right behind the bookstore a block away from where you usually parked. In the video that the BAU watched it was evident that you were scared to see Joe and when you tried to run he tazered you right there in day light. However no one was around so it was easy for him to throw you in the backseat of the car he had stolen. Unlucky for Joe was that he was so up tight about finally getting you in his grasp that he let the camera get a glimpse of the car’s plate and boom. Garcia was able to put out the word for the car and within an hour… They had the hideout found out. And old apartment complex about ten miles out of the center of Vegas. The BAU sped off as quickly as they could to the hideout. Spencer clung to the handle of the car door so tight that the blood from his hands were about gone. Spencer was scared to death that they would get there too late. Moments with you flashed before his eyes and they got closer to the hideout. When he first asked you after his mother begged him to. Your first date where you held his hand the whole time you two explored the museum. The first time he kissed you when he dropped you off at your house. The was you always ask him to explain his jokes so you can laugh with him. Deep down Spencer didn’t know what he would do without you. Once at the hideout Spencer sped out of the car only to be caught by the arm by Hotch. “Reid don’t let this be the one time you don’t use that head of yours… Don’t do anything stupid okay??” Hotch warned as Spencer let out a deep breath. “Okay.” Moving in to the hideout everyone was on high alert. On about the third floor the found you and Joe. Joe was laying face down on the floor a bottle of poison in his hands. You were sitting up beside him barely conscious. “Over here… Please…” You croaked out. “Hes been out for half an hour… I don’t think hes breathing…” You coughed harshly at the end of your sentence. Derek moved to check on Joe shaking his head after he checked his cold neck for a pulse. Spencer pulled you into his arms as he helped you take off your restraints. “What happened??” “He… he tried wanted us to die together… He shoved those pills in my mouth and took a handful himself… I think I only swallowed five…I spit the rest out after he passed out.” Your eyes were getting heavy again. “Come on we need to get you to the hospital.” With ease Spencer picked you up and carried you out. 

The team stuck around the waiting room of the hospital until you were cleared to go home. Hotch insisted that Spencer take some time off to make sure you were okay. “Thanks… “ Spencer shook Hotch’s hand. “You know you’ve got a special girl right there… I think you need to keep her around.” Hotch winked at Spencer who turned red. “Gotta do something quick or my mom is going to kill me.” Spencer smiled.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING… thanks to @cutester for the request… please let me know what you think… any and all feed back is welcome… THANKS AGAIN FOR READING

Roman Holiday

A/N: My first song fic! It was so much fun to write - thank you @jamiemac26 for the advice and inspiration! This is my take on the song Roman Holiday by Halsey which involves a young, rebellious Spencer and Reader! Enjoy!!


You had just got off a long shift from your job – as much as you loved being a wedding planner, it was very stressful when you had to deal with crazy “bridezillas” all day. You sank into the couch and turned on the television. As you were flipping through the channels, you sat up as you saw something on the news.

Your heart almost stopped. It was the FBI giving a press conference – that wasn’t the thing that got you. It was Spencer. He looked exactly how you remembered him, just a little older. He was an FBI agent?

It had been so long since you had seen him… 10 years? 11 years? You had lost count. You sank back into the couch as you remembered a life-changing memory from when you were a teenager.

Do you remember the taste of my lips that night
I stole a bit of my mother’s perfume?
Cause I remember when my father put his fist through the wall
that separated the dining room

It had been a rough night at your house – your parents had come back from the bar and in a very bad mood. You were in your room, but you could hear crashes and yelling coming from various other places in the house. You were sick of it and wanted to get away, so you climbed out your window like you had so many times before and ran to your neighbor, Spencer’s house.

You knocked on his window in a pattern he knew was you, and he opened the door.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s like 2 o’clock in the morning” he rubbed his eyes sleepily. He saw your red puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks and his brows furrowed into a worried shape. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He asked as he helped you into his window.

You began to explain what had happened that night – you always went to Spencer when you were upset. He understood; he also had problems at home.

“Sometimes, I just want to run away, yanno?” you sniffled and wiped a tear from your eye.

“So why don’t we?” He looked up at you. You almost laughed, until you saw the serious look on his face. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but… there is no one I would want to do this with than you. You’re my best friend, Y/N”

You surprised him and kissed him on the lips – something you’d always wanted to do but never had the courage to until now.

“Okay Spence. Let’s do it” your 16 year-old, rebellious self said.

And I remember the fear in your eyes
The very first time we snuck into the city pool
Late December with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath
Didn’t know where we were running to
But don’t look back

You both snuck over to your house and hopped in your car as you drove away. You were barreling down the road to your place of employment at the time – a city pool. You both hopped the fence and snuck into your locker where you kept all of your cash. You didn’t feel safe enough keeping it at home. You quickly grabbed everything you had in there and were on your way again.

Oh, we’ll be looking for sunlight
Or the headlights
Till our wide eyes burn blind

You insisted on driving through the night – all you did was follow the highway with no sense of where you were going to go or what you were going to do. All you knew is that you wanted to start this new life with the boy you had been best friends with since you could remember.

Spencer sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Where are we?”

“We’re almost to Los Angeles” You said as you sipped your fifth cup of coffee.

“Maybe we should stop soon; you look exhausted and we both need food soon” he said. You stopped at the nearest breakfast joint. After you ate, you hopped back in the car and reclined your seat back all the way ready for a much needed snooze.

We’ll be lacing the same shoes
That we’ve worn through
To the bottom of the line

“Y/N, Y/N” Spencer said softly as he touched your shoulder. You sat up in a sleepy haze and rubbed your eyes. “We’re here – We’re in L.A.!” Spencre exclaimed excitedly.

Your eyes lit up as you looked out the window and saw that Spencer had taken you to the ocean. You gave him a hug and said “I can’t believe we made it!” He smiled and took your hand “Well, are you ready to get in the water?”

You both stripped down to your undergarments, not caring that you didn’t have any swimsuits and waded into the salty water.

The rest of your day was perfect – you strolled on the beach all day as Spencer spewed off facts regarding the ocean, walked on the Santa Monica pier, and ate some of the best seafood at a little shop right next to the beach. There was lots of hand holding and kissing in the sand – it was truly the happiest you had ever been.

The day was getting late and you were both tired, so you were driving around to find a reasonable hotel, when you got pulled over by the police.

“License and registration, please?”

“Yes officer, but may I ask what this is regarding?” you inquired.

He looked at your name and picture on your driver’s license and got a surprised look on his face. “Miss, your parents called the police this morning looking for you and there has been an APV out for this car all day. This little vacation is over, kids. We need to take you home”

And we know that we’re headstrong
And our heart’s gone
And the timing’s never right
But for now let’s get away
On a Roman holiday

When you arrived home, you got the ass-chewing of a life-time. Your parents forbid you of ever seeing Spencer again and after a few weeks, you and your family moved to the opposite side of the country. You were heartbroken - you left, thinking you would never see Spencer again.

Until now.

Spencer was the only man you had ever loved. You knew you were only 16 at the time, but when you know, you know. He was your best friend and the person that kept you sane during the tough times you were at home.

There was a number at the bottom of the screen to call if you had any information for the crime they were trying to solve. You wanted to talk to him so badly – had he changed a lot since you had last seen him? Would he even remember who you were?

You typed the number in your phone, then tried to decide if you wanted to press send or not.


Hey, everyone! So, this is my first follow forever and I want to thank you all for making the difference on my dashboard in these 3 years that I’m here. I know that I don’t talk to anyone, but I really hope that 2015 was an amazing year and 2016 will be better for all of you! So thank you so much! (I really don’t know what to say here tbh) (and I’m sorry bc my english really sucks)

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Meeting the Ladies

Lately you’ve had the guts to finally talk to Spencr without feeling like you’ll cry because he makes you so happy but so anxious. Lately your emotions have been a roller coaster. But tonight you feel stable enough to talk to him, in person! You whip out your phone and tap into pesterchum and scroll down to find Spencr’s name. You click on his name and message him, seeing as he’s online.
“Hello Spencr, I’d like to talk to you about something. It’s pretty important but if you’re busy that’s totally understandable and we can talk about it later. :)”
That smiley face is loud internal screaming, you already told your lovely ladies, the hearts that bump in your chest, who keep who in a balancing act, that they need to come over to meet your crush, and hopefully get to know him. Bruaku teased you mercilessly and Jhinga was stonefaced but you could tell she was nervous to meet a new troll. You and her need to go outside more…

What am I to You?

You honestly are surprised, with your spotty memory you faintly recall a rust blood from one of your conerts, Spandex? No no… What was it? Ahhh… Spen… Suspence? What the hell no!!! Think Vapole think! You snap your fingers, “Spencr! That’s his name!” You remeber his awkwardly flushed face and soft hair. You may recall a tangy colonge?… Who knows? You pull some strings and go out for a walk to find this troll from before, you have describe him to a few people so they can point to a building where he was being asked questions, probably by some gossip gatherer or friend. That’s great he has friends, you still need to work on that…. You walk up the steps and turn a small rag like corner. Wait, you just heard your name? Oh! He’s talking about you, how kind he’s such a nice- Oh? Wait… Did he just say you?… No, that can’t be true he asked you! Sure you were both drunk but… Oh god you-he can’t say that- That- IT’S NOT TRUE! You cross your arms defensively and turn away, apperently sounding a lot louder when you let an audible, “Oh….” You don’t see him and the random person with eye blocking shades look at you.