Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 15

You stir awake, immediately knowing you hadn't been asleep very long. Spencer is still passed out from his eventful week as an agent. You let him sleep, quietly getting clothes out of your case, and heading to the bathroom.

You get changed into a green long sleeved body suit, skinny jeans, and your usual black boots. You take Spencer's jacket that he had laid on your shoulders a week or so ago and head out the door. You still have a bit of money left over from what you took from 'home', and left over of what Spencer had given you while he was gone.

While walking to the store, you feel the drizzle of the rain fall onto your body and dampen your hair. You see people drive or walk by as you make your way on the sidewalk.

At the store, you pick up some eggs, more orange juice, bagels, and anything else you think you'll need to make you and Spencer breakfast. You figured it's the least you could do in return for letting you stay with him... and of course for being a big fat liar.

You walk back to his place, ignoring a call from a probably drunken man on the side of the street. It takes a lot for you not to lash out at him, but you don't have your knife or the time for that.

When you get back to Spencer's, you start cooking in the kitchen. You try to be as quiet as possible to not wake Spencer up before breakfast is ready.

You whip up a bagel sandwich type thing with eggs, avocado, cheese, and previously frozen hashbrowns. It doesn't look too bad.

You call Spencer, knowing it's not the nicest way to wake somebody up but not really caring. He comes into the room.

"Yes? Are you okay?"

You let out a little chuckle. "I'm fine. I made breakfast."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Well I did."

He presses his lips to yours softly and looks down at you with a blush.

"What was that for?" You say with a smile.

"A thank you. Am I not allowed to do that?"

"You definitely are," you ruffle is messy bed head hair.

The two of you sit down at the table with a glass of orange juice and your bagel sandwiches.

"I'm not sure if it'll taste okay."

"It tastes perfectly fine," he says, taking another bite.

You smile, "Great."

After breakfast he asks you what you want to do today. He hasn't been called into work, they're getting the day off since it was a rough couple of days with that case.

"I'm not sure."

He ponders.

"You can go back to sleep. I can tell you're tired."

"I just look like this."

You chuckle. "Seriously, Spence. If you need to rest, do it."

The two of you are sitting on the couch together. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure," you say. He's kind of stubborn.

The two of you put on a movie and eat some of the mint chip ice cream he had in his freezer. You sit close to him, legs folded to the side of you. The movie starts.

Not long after Spencer sets down his finished bowl of ice cream on the coffee table and lays his head in your lap, he falls back asleep. He was hesitant to use you as a pillow, but you assured the awkward doctor that you were completely fine with it.

You look down at his handsome, sleepy face. His eyelashes kiss his upper cheeks as he sleeps. You move his hair out of his face with a smile, then avert your attention back to the tv.

A strange feeling consumes you, you can't pinpoint what it is. You watch as Spencer Reid stirs in his sleep, eyeballs fluttering behind his lids.

646. sorry i've been so inconsistent with the length of each chapter.