The Story That Didn't Want To Be Written | Spencer Reid x Reader

Seventeen Minutes

*TW: Alluding to Self Harm

"Penelope!" you practically yelped as you saw the blonde turn her head, her curls bouncing up and down as her eyes widened when they met yours.

Shit I didn't mean to be that loud.

She was adorned in colorful clothing, her lollipop-patterned dress hugging all her curves with a light pink cardigan wrapping around her shoulders and stopping just above her waist. In true Penelope fashion, she also has home-made earrings made out of clay to resemble the BAU jet and an FBI vest. She was so creative, even just laying your eyes on her inspired you.

"Where have you been Y/N? The team has been waiting for you- we were worried because you're never late that something bad happened! I got super scared so I went into my bat cave and- now you can't get mad at me for this because you know I'm just protective of my babies-"

She was spirling like she does when she's nervous. Talking a million miles a second and using that tone of voice that tells you she really was afraid. She wasn't raising her voice, it was just a concerned sort of rushed speech, but it made you feel guilty for worrying her nonetheless.

You smiled at her, shaking your head and cutting her off with a little chuckle. It wasn't actually funny, but you never really did know how to handle these situations, so you defaulted to uncomfortable laughter.

"Penelope-" you started, seeing her stop in her rambling and fully focus on your words. She really was a great listener. "I'm sorry I just overslept, I'm fine." The way you said it was convincing- you did believe the last half of that lie. But the way she narrowed her eyes concerningly and opened her mouth to object told you that even though she wasn't a profiler, sometimes she was in fact the most perceptive person in the room.

She pulled her mouth into an unsatisfied smirk but decided not to push you further. She was always so sensitive toward everyone's feelings. Sure, she pried sometimes and liked to be in the middle of the BAU gossip, but she was your friend first and decided she just wanted you to be comfortable telling her what was wrong when you were ready.

Her mouth grew into a smile as you saw an idea flash through her mind, and she quickly grabbed your wrist in her own excitement. Her nails dug into the thick material of your long-sleeve red cardigan, and you could feel your heartbeat in your hand with how tight her grip was. Your eyebrows shot up, silently begging her to let you into whatever plan she was concocting in her brain.

"Okay, I have an idea" she started, her grin growing impossibly larger. You tilted your head and pleaded with your eyes for her to go on. "The team knew I stepped out of the briefing, but they don't know I was going to check on you, if you'd like I could catch you up on the case out here before we go in, and we can tell the team you were helping me run a diagnostic search on the geographical area for this case?"

Penelope Garcia, forever my savior

You nodded- almost violently- as she quickly began to pull you towards the bat cave, almost getting whiplash the way your body started moving as she jerked your arm and your neck fell backwards, not quite being caught up to the speed of the rest of your body. You let out a relieved chuckle and for the first time since you entered the building, your heart finally began to regulate itself.

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She caught you up on the case while you sat eagerly on the edge of her desk. You really did love your job- some people found the blood and gore filled nature of it to be disturbing- but you were desensitized for the most part. You slid your bottom lip in between your teeth as Penelope, or "The Queen of Supreme Knowledge" which was her preferred title in most settings, began to type on her keyboard at lightning speed.