Picasso || Spencer Reid

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

When we got back to the house, Spencer takes the bag of food out of my hand while I get the keys out of my pocket and unlock the door.

Once it's open, Isaac rushes ahead towards the kitchen.

"Shoes!" I call out. He trudges back, kicking his shoes off and putting them in his spot by the door.

I turn to Spencer, who's looking down at his feet. "Oh, no, you're fine. He just has a habit of running through mud." His eyes meet mine and a smile. I lead him through to the kitchen, placing my own bag on the counter and encouraging him to do the same.

I move to grab an extra plate and set of cutlery for Spencer to use. I look up at him, his height towering over me. "Help yourself to anything of ours, I'm sure Isaac doesn't mind."

Isaac moves into the room, "As long as he shows me how to shoot his gun, I don't mind."

Spencer's face has a look of horror, "Oh, erm, I don't think-"

I interrupt him. "Not happening kiddo." I move him towards the table with my hands on his shoulders, "Come on, take what you want."

Spencer takes off his blazer, resting it on the back of a dining room chair and begins to unpack his own bag, opening containers and transferring food onto his plate. He opens a box of something that resembles balls of fried chicken. Isaac looks up at Spencer, wanting to ask for some, but not willing to back down from his word. Spencer notices his eyes fixed on his box of food and slides it towards him.

Isaac looks up again with a smile on his face, "Thank you." He takes a few before sliding the box back to Spencer. He holds the box out to me, offering more of his own to us. I shake my head no with a huge grin on my face, it's not often that someone gets on Isaac's good side this quickly. I'm glad though, because it would be nice to get to know Spencer more.

While the two continue to serve themselves, I move towards a cupboard that sits just out of Isaac's reach and pull out a bottle of wine. I wait until Spencer lifts his head before lifting the bottle for him to see with a questioning look on my face. He nods a yes before looking back down towards the food.

I pull out two glasses and pour the red liquid, attempting to make them even, while also trying not to pour too much. I force the cork back into the neck of the bottle, and return the it to its designated area.

My brother, who was holding a plate full of food, turns to me, "Can we eat in the living room?" I look towards Spencer for a second, before turning back to Isaac.

"Sure, kid. But I don't trust you on the couch with that amount of food." He smiles before moving into the lounge and placing his food on the coffee table with him sitting behind it with his back against the bottom of the couch.

Spencer and I sat on either side of the couch, once I'd served my own food, picking small bits from both orders, but not fully filling up the plate. Iz picked up the TV remote before passing it to me, quietly telling me that it was my turn to pick something to watch. I choose the classic crime show CSI.

After a few minutes of quiet eating, a crime scene shows on the television, the 'agents' looking around a bedroom with UV lights to search for traces of blood. Spencer pipes up, "Did you know that this show is completely wrong in a lot of ways, the top one being that blood doesn't glow under Ultra Violet light, that it's actually things like semen, urine, breast milk among other things." Isaac pauses mid bite, looking up at the nerd, a disgusted look on his face. "I- Uh, sorry."

"Dude, how do you know that?" Even though Isaac is disturbed by the fact, he is definitely also intrigued by Spencer's knowledge.

Spencer's lips move to a light line, before returning to their natural form. "I have a PHD in Chemistry, and I work on a lot of crime scenes." The pair go back to eating, the subject apparently no longer disturbing.