Is This Toxic?(Spencer Reid x Reader)

1) I Hate Spencer Reid

"I don't know Pen. Are you absolutely sure? Like one hundred percent?"

"One hundred percent sure sweetheart. Also, how dare you question me, you should know better than that young lady." Your colorful friend and coworker, Penelope Garcia, tells you over the phone.

The team has a profile, but you don't really feel like everything you could have is there, so you're talking with Pen to try and figure out what you're missing. You giggle softly at her comment, then go back to trying to work. After a couple more minutes of stress, he walks in....

"Oh look, Y/L/N made a mess in the room. What's new?" Reid says, with a small smirk while looking at the papers you have spread out on the table.

Oh, how you wish you could slap the smirk off of his face. But you can't, because you're in a police station in Idaho and you have to be professional. Stupid FBI title making you have to act professional when you actually just want to slap the shit out of your coworker. However, it doesn't prohibit you from rolling your eyes at the stick in front of you.

"What do you want, Reid? I don't need another source of stress right now so make yourself useful and go away." You tell him. "Actually, Y/L/N, I'm here to help you. Hotch said he didn't need me yet, so he told me to come and see if you needed my help with anything. And from the looks of it you need a lot of help".

You stare at him angrily for a moment before sighing, "Whatever, I just need to figure out what I'm missing. I can feel something off with the profile, I know there's something missing but, I can't put my finger on it."

After a while of him and you bickering back and forth about what you think could be missing, you figure it out. It turns out you were missing something, and a big something as a matter of fact.

The team had profiled that the unsub was a white male in his late 20's early 30's who was killing women who reminded him of a woman who he believed had wronged him in a way. The women were being tortured and then thrown off the top of their staircase with a rope around their neck to mimic a suicide. The thing that you and the team got wrong however, was that the unsub was actually a woman.

It surprised all of you, because usually, female unsubs are much less brutal; they clean after themselves and are usually far more careful with how they kill, guess that wasn't the case with her. The unsub was killing woman who reminded her of her sister who had committed suicide a couple of months before. She said her sister left her alone with her abusive parents and that she needed to pay for that. You ended up catching her after 8 women had been killed, but you managed to save one. The poor girl was definitely gonna be scarred for life, but hey, at least she's alive right?

Now, you were boarding the jet to get back to the BAU. "Hey Y/N, whatcha doing when we get back home?" Derek asks you. "Going to sleep, because this unsub made me so stressed. So, unless it's for a case don't even think about calling or texting me, got it?" you respond pointing your index finger at him. He then proceeds to put his hands up in surrender and say, "Yes ma'am".

"Good." You chuckle out. You sit down and stare out the window to the night sky and drift off to a much-needed sleep.

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You feel something hit your arm and you groan. Then, you feel an even harder hit this time on your leg. "What the hell are you doing?" You say as you open your eyes. Once they're open you see the one and only Spencer Reid in front of you. You then realize that it was him who was hitting you, well more accurately, slapping you awake. Once you see him, you set your face in what you hope is a glare.

"We've landed," he says, and walks away.

"Asshole" You mutter to yourself softly as you stand up. You then stretch, grab your bag, and walk off the plane.

You get off of the plane and walk towards the group of your coworkers to say goodnight to them. Aaron tells you all to get some rest and that you don't have to be at Quantico until 10 A.M. tomorrow. You cheer and jump up and down. In your head obviously, because otherwise that would be really weird and embarrassing. You then walk to your car, get in and make the short drive to your apartment. Once you get inside you throw your bag on your couch and walk into your room to take a shower. After about 30 minutes you get out. Then you moisturize, put on pjs, and lie down on your comfy bed.

As you lay down you think back to the case. That poor woman, her sister killed herself because she couldn't deal with the abuse her parents were inflicting on her and she just left her sister with them. I mean, obviously once she made up her mind about killing herself no one could change it, but you wish it didn't get that far because no matter who that person is no one deserves to be abused by someone who is supposed to love them.

Those thoughts lead you to the plane and thoughts of the one and only Dr. Spencer Reid. Sometimes, you wish you could just slap him in the face and tell him to shut up or to stop annoying you, but you can't. Unless you want to be suspended or fired so you restrain yourself and so far, you haven't snapped. Well except for that one time, but that's irrelevant because neither you nor Reid bring that up.

As you drift off to sleep, the same recurring thought you've had for years shows up once more.

I hate Spencer Reid.

A/N: hope you all enjoyed chapter one. Onto the next

- L