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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a/n : this chapter contains explicit sexual content; you have been warned
Y/N timidly knocked on Spencer's apartment door, and he answered almost immediately, as if he had been waiting on the other side since she left.
"Hey," he said, motioning for her to come in.
"Heya," she said, the awkward tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. He pulled a few takeout menus out from the drawer next to his fridge, handing them to her.
"Here's the takeout places nearby that deliver, but if you'd rather have pizza or something from that diner you like by HQ we can get food there, too." He informs her awkwardly.
"Actually, chinese sounds great right now, if that's cool with you?" She shyly responds.
"You're in charge tonight, it's up to you." He spoke softly, as if testing the waters with his words.
"Chinese it is, then." She told him her usual order, him ordering as she went back to the door and slipping off her shoes to reveal mismatched Stitch socks.
"Nice socks," he commented, exiting the kitchen. "Food should be here in twenty minutes or less, they said."
"Thanks, Spencer. I appreciate it." Y/N said. "Though, I have a couple questions."
"Ask away; I'm sure I have an answer." Y/N rolled her eyes. Cocky bastard she thinks to herself.
"Okay, Genius. Riddle me this; how do you plan on making up the past four years of B.S. up to me? And what did you mean by 'I'm in charge tonight'?" Y/N puts up airquotes.
"Well, obviously a simple movie night isn't going to make it up to you. So, you're in charge for at least tonight, which means whatever you wanna do happens."
"Whatever I want, huh?" She raised a brow and he nodded. "What if I said I wanted to skip the movie all together and just have a redo of the night at the hotel?"
A blush crept up the man's neck and he cleared his throat. "Then that can be arranged."
"Well," Y/N said, suddenly getting an idea. "I have a movie in mind I'd like to watch. And it's somewhat a foreign film!"
"What movie?"
"365 Days." A mischievous tone in her voice.
"I've never heard of it, is it any good?"
"Very! It's about the mafia." Y/N was internally laughing; it was a great movie, if you enjoyed the mafia and porn wrapped into one. Spencer didn't need to know that, though. He'd be finding out soon enough.
"Okay, my only TV is in my room. If you'd like to, you can go set it up? I'll wait for the food and come in there when it's done." She nodded, heading into his room, turning on the TV and pulling the movie up as she took a seat on the bed, legs tucked under her. Ten minutes later, Spencer came in with takeout bags and plates. He placed the things down on his nightstand, taking a seat next to her before handing her her food and a plate, and a fork.
