Spencer Reid One Shots

I'm a mess

Genre: fluff??

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I was talking with my fellow BAU ladies at the small table in the kitchenette area when a certain genius approached. Emily, JJ, and Penelope looked at me. Damn them. I mean, it wasn't exactly a secret that I had a little bit of a crush. But still. So I just pretended like I didn't notice and kept talking. 

I groaned, "I know we'll still have fun at Em's but I had this totally killer outfit planned."

"Who said you couldn't wear it?"

"What's the point if it's just us?"

"So that we can see how sexy you look, duh.", Penelope so lovingly pointed out.

"And we're all dying to see your new tattoo.", JJ giggled. 

"You have a tattoo?", Spencer turned as he was pouring ungodly amounts of sugar into his coffee. 

"Uh--yeah. Several, actually."

"How did I never notice that?", he said it so quietly, almost like he was asking himself and not me.

"You can't see them under my boring work clothes. Not to mention, you'd probably know a lot more about me if you ever bothered to hang out with us."

He huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes, "I hang out with you guys."

"Work doesn't count, Spence."

"Ooh! What if we invite him to girls' night?", Garcia proposed. And no one protested. I was now severely regretting my earlier statement. 

"Isn't it--'girls' night' for a reason?"

"We'll make an exception for our favorite buzzkill."

"Gee, thank you, Emily."

Oh good lord. I am screwed. 

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I had no idea why I was being invited to girls' night. However, I wouldn't dare refuse the offer because I know Garcia would go to every length possible to get me there anyway. I knew they wouldn't make me drink. And to be honest, their drunken personas are quite entertaining. Except for Y/N. I've never seen her drunk. I know she drinks because she comes into work hungover sometimes. In the three years, I've known her, I don't think I've ever seen her even--touch alcohol. I had a feeling that this would change tonight.

Y/N had shown up at Emily's wearing a black v-neck, strappy dress that stopped about mid-thigh. The thin straps put the floral tattoo on her shoulder blade on full display. She looked beautiful. But then again, she always does. 

She seemed to be a little on edge, even after a few drinks. Emily sent her to the kitchen to get a bottle of tequila. 

"Reid, you don't look like you're having fun."

"N---no! I just--doesn't Y/N seem a little...off?"

They didn't respond. Just all kind of looked from each other, giggling, and then back to me, "What?"

"She's nervous to get drunk in front of you."

"Why?", that was one of the most confusing sentences I've ever heard. There is absolutely nothing threatening about me. 

"A lot of reasons."

"She gets super touchy. Like wants to hold hands, or hug, or sit on someone's lap, or cuddle with someone on the couch. And Y/N knows that you have that weird germaphobe touch thing."

"That and she's loud. And giggly."

"She also has a tendency to speak Spanish, so only Emily knows what she's saying."

"Y/N just turns into a huge mess, basically."

"But why--me?", they exchanged further glances before Garcia broke the silence.

"She is gonna kill me for saying this.", she giggled, "Boy wonder, that girl is head over heels for you!"

"W-what? N-n-no she's not.", I could feel my face start to heat up more and more. That couldn't possibly be true. 

"Shhh! Don't say anything!"

Y/N turned the corner and sighed, "I finally found it, God."

And sure enough, 6 shots later, the once confident and serious Y/N that I knew, devolved into a giggly, bubbly girl I never had the pleasure of knowing. She laughed at anything anyone said. Even if it wasn't funny. She was laughing about God-knows-what when she reached out for my hand and laced her fingers in mine. I must've tensed up because, "Oh! I'm sorry! I know you have that thing about touch.", and then much quieter to herself, "Wow, Y/N, you are really blowing it already aren't you."

Despite all that, she never let go. And neither did I. As time went on she would make more and more physical contact with me. Resting her head on my shoulder, while still holding my hand. To the point where she was now laying down in my lap. Emily came over and whispered something into her ear, to which she responded in Spanish while gesturing upward towards me. 

"¡¿Estás bromeando?! ¡Míralo! ¡Es tan lindo y dulce! Incluso sus pequeñas peroratas son lindas. Se llama a sí mismo un perfilador y ni siquiera puedo ver cuánto me gusta. (Are you kidding?! Look at him! He's so cute and sweet! Even his little rants are cute. He calls himself a profiler and can't even see how much I like him.)"

"She does know I can speak Spanish, right?", I spoke in a hushed down. 

"No, but I do.", Emily laughed. 

Y/N turned bright red, her eyes wide, "Oops. But also, how dare you, Emily Prentiss! And to think, I trust you with my life every day!"

Emily placed her hands over her heart dramatically, "The ultimate betrayal! Tricking you into revealing your feelings for a boy who would never figure it out."

"Hey!", I interjected. 

"Spence, you're a great profiler but when it comes to girls you're IQ slashes to 60."

"Ouch."

Y/N sat up and wrapped her arms around my midsection, resting her head in the crook of my neck, "They're kinda right, ya know? I've been crushing on you for months and you never noticed. I just thought you never cared. Not that I think you do now--"

"JJ, PG, help me get a bottle of wine?", the three other women disappeared into the kitchen, leaving just me and Y/N. 

"How did I ever not notice?"

"I have no idea. Ya know, I used to sit in front of my mirror and just think about you to see if my pupils would dilate because I was nervous you'd notice if they did?", she giggled. 

"Really?", I joined in her laughter. 

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because it's so awkward to have a crush on your coworker and they know but don't feel the same."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that, Y/N."

She removed her arms from around me, gazing into my eyes and biting her bottom lip. How was I supposed to resist that? I cupped one side of her face and entangled my lips softly with hers. 

"It's finally happening!", Penelope squealed. Making us pull away from each other and my face turn bright red. 

"Way to ruin the moment, PG."

"Oops."

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a/n: I dead ass used google translate for the Spanish portion bc even after taking it for 3 years I still don't know shit, so pls don't rip me to shreds on that lol.