"What's your favorite word?" he asked, making you knit your eyebrows together, blinking at him as your mind tried to come up with an answer.
"I suppose it's vellichor."
"Vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores," he muttered making you...
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The case had taken almost two weeks, keeping you occupied enough that you didn't think too much about the tall brown-eyed man who lived in your subconscious.
On the way home, Spencer sat down next to you, resting his arm on the armrest, the back of his hand touching yours ever so slightly. You looked up at him and smiled, unknowingly shifting closer to him. "How was your first case?" he asked in a whisper, seeing as the rest of the team was dead asleep, even Hotch.
"It was ok. I thought it was going to be easier, I don't know. The images, they're always there, even when I close my eyes."
Spencer frowned and patted his shoulder softly. "Get some sleep, I'm here to scare the demons away."
You bit your lip, meeting his eyes sadly. "Spence," you muttered. He lifted his other hand, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
"Please, you look exhausted," he pleaded. You nodded, realizing he was right. You were exhausted. The images of those women, torn apart by chainsaws, they haunted you.
And, yet, as you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, you felt like you had been enveloped by peace. You slept calmly, barely moving as your mind had the chance to rest.
A few hours later Spencer woke you up, his hand on your thigh. "Y/N, hey, we landed in D.C." he said, making you open your eyes ever so slightly. You groaned and rubbed your eyes, adjusting to the bright lights inside the jet.
You got off the plane in silence, walking into the office from where Hotch dismissed you, seeing as it was nearing 1 am. You went to your desk to grab your bag before heading out, dreams of your bed already dancing in your mind.
Spencer ran after you, sliding into the elevator just as the doors were about to close. You looked up at him and smiled. "Hey, thanks for earlier," you said quietly.
He bit his lip, fumbling with his hands. "It's no problem," he responded after a moment of silence, stepping out of the elevator as it opened to the garage. "See you tomorrow," he said as he began to walk away.
You stood in front of the elevator for a second before calling after him. "Spence! Do you want a ride home?" you asked. He turned and nodded, taking a few steps to reach where you were standing.
You silently got into your car, Spencer sliding into the passenger seat. You played the radio quietly, not wanting to have it be too loud but also needing a little background noise. Spencer looked exhausted, his head against the head rest as his eyes were closed, his hair flopping in all directions. You bit back a smile, only allowing the corners of your lips to turn up slightly.
"Y/N, the lights green," he muttered, not moving. You snapped yourself out of your trance, hitting the gas as you drove to the vicinity of your apartment. "Right on Laurel, left on Oak, I'm the 3rd building on the right," he commented again, making you shake your head in amusement.
