Letters to Spencer Reid

19: i'm sorry

This one is a bit shorter; I apologize for that.

On the plane, you run into the bathroom to get out of your stripper outfit. I'm not sure why I couldn't change before we left but it's alright. I looked hot. You rip the boots off, throwing on a pair of black leggings. Adding a light blue tank top, you throw a black zip up hoodie over it, pulling your trapped hair out of the hoodie, you put on a pair of navy converse and lace them up. Taking the stripper clothes folding them into a small pile before placing them in a bag, you walk out of the bathroom speedily sitting on the couch sighing.

The ride back was quick, everyone heading home right as the plane landed. You go back to the office with Spencer, since you forgot some things. Of course, you're driving him home as usual, but that never bothered you. Humming to music he's never heard is one of your favorite things, even though he's tone deaf as we established already. Walking into the bullpen to your desk, you grab everything you need.

"Alright, I've got everything. You ready to go home?" You ask with a smile; he nods in response. Stepping into the elevator, you let out a small yawn.

"Hey can we stop for some food? I'm starving." Spencer requested flashing you a smile. "I don't really care where it's from, I just want food."

"Maybe I'll get us Chinese then." You respond laughing lightly, causing him to laugh along.

"No, please. Although I love the food, I cannot use chopsticks to save my life." He replies still laughing. You turn to him as the doors open.

"That's why I'll teach you. It's really not that hard, I promise." You smile as he nods his head. Hopping in, you plug your phone to charge after starting the car, both buckling the seatbelts, you head over to the closest Chinese restaurant to Spencer's apartment, hoping to keep the food hot long enough. The radio plays softly as Spencer hums along. You form a smile as he mumbles the incorrect lyrics.

"For someone with an eidetic memory, you never remember song lyrics. I know you've heard some of these before." You joke keeping the smile on your face.

"Yeah I'm not sure why that is. If I read the lyrics I'd for sure be able to remember it but I don't know... when it comes to remember tunes it's difficult." Spencer responds, still humming softly.

"I think it's because you're tone deaf." You state letting out a small laugh.

"Hey I am not!" He shouts a pout forming, forcing you to laugh once again. A few minutes away from, Spencer calls in advance to order the food, making sure it's ready upon your arrival. The humming and mumbles from Spencer continue as you pull into a parking space in front of the building.

"I'll go get it. Be right back." He insists unbuckling his seatbelt and checking to see if he had is wallet. You watch him through the windows of the restaurant as he pays the man and grabs the food. You rest your head back for a few seconds as he gets into the car, placing the food on his lap.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly while the bag rustles to his movements, you turn to him opening your eyes.

"Yeah, I'm just tired." You respond flashing a smile, he nods his head before speaking again.

"Can we eat right now? I'm sorry, I'd wait but I'm starving." He asks placing his hands on the tie of the bag, you let out a small laugh nodding your head. He rips open the bag as you sit up turning on the front lights in the car, grasping the small box of noodles he hands you, ripping open a pair of chopsticks instantly going in. Taking a bite you moan quietly from the taste, noticing Spencer looking at you with wide eyes.

"You look like a lost puppy, oh my god." You confess letting out a laugh, he pouts in response. Smiling, you put your noodles down before opening another pair of chopsticks. Moving closer to him, you place the chopsticks in his right hand, looking up into his eyes.