When Y/N joins the BAU, she gets along with everyone... Everyone except resident genius Spencer Reid, that is. The tension is obvious, the rest of the team exchange glances behind their arguing backs. Clearly, there's more to this than Reid or Y/L/N...
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Y/N stepped back into the bullpen, milkshake and styrofoam box of fries in hand. It had only been ten minutes since she had left.
"Back so soon?" JJ called out.
"Yes, I'm back. Apparently, The Brain can't get enough of me at work and had to show up at the diner I frequent just to be a pain in the behind." Y/N watched her words carefully, trying her best not to use language at work where Emily could hear.
"Y'know, princesa, he's really not that bad." Alvez said.
"Tell that to the judge, Luke. He's been like this since I walked in four years ago. I never gave him a reason to treat me like this."
"Maybe there's something you don't know you did? He's not like this for no reason." Y/N rolled her eyes before turning on her heel and walking out of the bullpen.
"I'll be right back," she called over her shoulder, briefcase and lunch in hand.
She headed straight to the diner; the back booth where she had left Spencer. He was still there, nose in a different book than before. She rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Brainiac. I have an important question."
He placed his book down, sipping from a strawberry milkshake as he did so.
"Hmmm?" He questioned for the second time that day.
"Four years ago, I joined the BAU. You immediately took a dislike towards me. Why?"
"Simple; I don't trust you. You walk in one day, with a job, and no one's warned about you. You have all the members of the BAU wrapped around your finger in a matter of days. Your family is in politics, of all things. I don't trust people in politics, or who come from them."
"So," Y/N dropped the fry in her hand. "What you're saying is, you don't get along with me because you 'don't trust me' because of my family? What I'm hearing is that I didn't actually do anything to make you so insufferable."
"You didn't do anything directly, no, but don't act so innocent. Because your family happens to be from politics, I've known of you and things you've done for a long time." Y/N furrowed her brows at this.
"What the hell does that mean?" She asked. Spencer shrugged and the frustration she was feeling only grew. He ate his last fry, getting up and leaving her with her thoughts. Jessie walked over, taking the money off the table he had left behind and placing it in her front pocket.
"Who was that, sugar?" She asked timidly.
"A colleague."
"Oh." She said softly. "If you need anything, I'll be here, Y/N."
"Thank you, Jessie." Y/N quickly ate before returning to the office less than ten minutes later, briskly walking down the street and into HQ.
In absolutely no time, she was finished with her paperwork for the next two days. That's when the exhaustion hit her. Getting up with her completed paperwork, she entered Emily's office after knocking.
