Spencer Reid One Shots

You damn idiot

Genre: angst

(Reader is just such a bitch in this lol. And Spencer's kind of an asshole? Not really.)

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Normally, I love my job. And my teammates even more so. Today, however, I wanted nothing more than to just go home. Ya see Dr. Genius had arrived with a guest today. A guest I was not too fond of. And I probably made that a bit too clear when I was the first to arrive other than them. 

"Oh! Y/N, this is Ally, my girlfriend.", he pointed to the unsufferable blonde bundle of joy with a sundress and pigtails. Good lord, could he have picked someone worse.

(If any of those things apply to you, I'm sorry!!<3)

I did my best to not look annoyed. I really did. Even shook her hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Oh my God! Spencer's told me so much about you!", ok. If I knew that's how she would react I would've just walked away. This fucking sucks. I hate this. I hate--her.

"Good things, I hope.", my tone was probably a little harsher than I had meant. Spencer ushered her away towards our other teammates. My main goal today, get paperwork done as fast as possible and get the hell out of here. Oh, and pray that we don't have a case. Because if we do, I think I might drop dead.

I kept my distance from everyone. Just trying to get my shit done and remember how to breathe through all the irritation that was suffocating me. I got up to refill my coffee for what was probably the tenth time. As I was stirring in my creamer, Emily approached. Don't get me wrong, on any other day I would've spent hours talking to her but...I just can't. 

"Hey, Y/N, you alright?"

"Yup."

"Are you...sure? You look pissed."

"Yes, I am fine."

"Does this have to do with what I think it has to do with?"

"Oh, I don't know, Emily, does it?!"

"Ok, geez. She's really not that ba--"

"Uh-uh, don't even start. Quit while you're ahead, Emily Prentiss, quit while you're ahead."

"I just don't understand why you're so mad at her."

"Because...because she's just so--annoying! It would've been fine if he just kept her to himself. Why does she have to be at work with us? I mean seriously, I would've been fine even if she just came out to a bar with us because I could avoid that. I can't avoid this! This is my version of hell!"

"Y/N", she sighed, "Just try to be nice."

Why. What's the point of that. I just huffed and marched back to my desk. And, of course, you'll never guess who was sitting in my chair. I cleared my throat to gain her attention, "Oh! Hey, Y/N!", every time her mouth opens, my ears bleed more and more. 

I didn't respond just looked at her and raised my eyebrows, "Is this...is this your desk?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm sorry!", she rushed to get up and bumped into me, spilling coffee all over my shirt. 

"God damn it! What the hell's wrong with you?!", I slammed the mug on the desk and stormed off into the bathroom. I dabbed my shirt with a wet paper towel to help get out the stain. It would have helped if my hands weren't shaking with rage. Was I kinda being a bitch to her? Yes. Do I care? Fuck no. I just wanted to spend the rest of the day in here. Alone. And--I don't know. Cry? Scream? Sit in silence? Avoid my problems? Now that last thing, that is my specialty.