Spencer Reid Imagines

Dr. Spencer Reid

   "Jesus christ where the hell are my keys?!" I grumbled walking the university hallway as I dug through my purse.

    "Dr. *your last name*!" Someone called from behind me. It was one of my TAs, Amelia. "I have those files you asked me print and sort through. There were a lot more than I think we were both expecting but here they are!" She chuckled.

    A sign of relief fell over me since finally one good thing happened today, "you're an angel. Thank you, Amelia"

    She smiled and nodded then proceeded back down the hallway. I turned my attention back to my purse to find my keys clearly not paying attention to where I was going because I bumped into someone. The files flew out of my hands and spilled out onto the floor.

    "Damnit..." I sighed. "I'm so sorry," I said looking up at who I just bumped into. It was a guy around my age, with brown wavy, almost messy, long hair. Very attractive as well. "I- uhm- I apologize I wasn't looking where I was going at all!" I crouched down beginning to pick up my files.

    The guy chuckled and knelt down with me, "no need to apologize, let me help you with these." He began piling the files in an organized fashion and in the correct order while I watched him stunned. "I-I'm a fast reader...doesn't take me long to piece things together."

     We both stood up and he handed me my files, "I'm Spencer," he smiled. "Are you a student here?"

     I smiled back, "no actually I'm a professor for the forensic psych program," I told him. "My names Y/N Y/L/N. I'm assuming you're not a student?"

     He chuckled, "you assumed correctly. I'm a Supervisory Special Agent with the BAU. I'm here to do a seminar."

    My eyes widened, "you seem fairly young to be working with the FBI, no?"

    "And you seem fairly young to be a professor, no?" He smirked slightly.

I let out a small laugh and nodded, "touché." I glanced down at my watch and noticed the time and immediately panicked, "shit! I really have to get going, it's my friends birthday and I was supposed to be at the club by now," I explained.

    "No worries," Spencer smiled. "could I uh- maybe get your number?" He asked nervously.

    I could feel my cheeks heat up, "yeah, of course!" I dug through my purse looking for a pen and scrap piece of paper and quickly scribble down my number then handed it to Spencer. "If you're free later, I'll be at the club just down the street from here...maybe you could meet me there?" I suggest.

     Spencer's eyes dart around the room, "I-uhm- I'm not really a big club person, plus I'd hate to crash your friends birthday," he said.

     I smiled, "no worries, just give me a call then!"

     "O-okay," Spencer stumbled on his words. "See ya, Y/N."

      "See ya, Spencer." And with that I walked down the hallway to the elevator of the parking garage.

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A few hours later and more than a few drinks in, I was now drunkenly dancing with some friends at the club when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out of my pocket and noticed a notification from a number I didn't recognize. I unlocked my phone and opened my messages.

641-***-****: Hey it's Dr. Reid
Me: I'm sorry who?
641-***-****: Oh sorry, force of habit... It's Spencer.

My cheeks started to heat up.

Me: Oh hey! It's all good, Dr. Reid does sound kinda sexy though

Spencer: Those drinks got the best of you it seems

Me: There's a very high possibility of that, yes

Spencer: I'm hoping you don't have a class tomorrow morning Dr. Y/L/N

Me: Unfortunately I do. I'm probably heading out soon.

Spencer: Did you need a ride? I don't mind coming to get you. I've dealt with way too many cases involving taxi's

Me: If you really wouldn't mind that would be amazing.

Spencer: Of course. Send me your location and I'll head out.

    I smiled to myself as I sent him the location, having to retype many words due to the alcohol making it difficult to form a coherent sentence.

After about twenty minutes I got a text from Spencer saying he was outside. I grabbed my belongings, said goodbye to my friend, and then tried to walk as straight as possible out of the club and to Spencers car.

To my surprise Spencer was standing outside of the car waiting for me with the passenger door open.

I giggled softly, "what a gentleman," I told
him as I got in the car.

He laughed, "a mix of that and again, seen too many cases of girls leaving clubs alone at night," he admitted sheepishly before closing the door and walking back to the drivers side.

"Where am I taking you Dr. Y/L/N?" Spencer asked me, a playful tone in his voice as he used my professional name.

"1175 Phillips Street, Dr. Reid." I tried sounding serious but failed miserably and burst out laughing at myself. "You know, you looked really good today when I saw you. Like really good," the alcohol forced me to admit.

Spencer chuckled, taking a quick glance at me before looking back at the road. "I'm glad you think so, I pick my shirts based on their patterns." I looked at him funny and he understood I didn't know what he was talking about. "Certain patterns elicit more positive emotions in others," he explained.

       "Well you should tell me what patterns those are so that I know what to wear when I know I'm going to see you," I said drunkenly. Spencer pulled up outside of me house and unlocked the door. "Thanks Dr. Reid." I winked at him before opening the car door and stepping out.

       "Any time Dr. Y/L/N."

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AUTHORS NOTE
I just finished season 12 and when I tell you how hard it was to not throw my phone at a wall every five minutes.
What the actual FUCK was season 12