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

Tallies

Warnings: Mentions of dangerous situations, mentions of kidnapping/abduction, mentions of sexual assault.

You had arrived at the BAU a few minutes early, Spencer trailing behind you as you walked into the lobby and showed your badge to Janice.

You two rode the elevator together, letting your hand brush against his subtly as you two stood at the very back, the people in front of you too busy waiting for the fourth floor to come to pay the two of you much mind.

He took your hand in yours, making your breath catch in your mouth as you looked over to see him staring straight ahead, his lips rolled rightly in between his teeth like people do when they're trying not to smile- It wasn't working.

You gave his hand a squeeze right before you let it go as the doors swung open to reveal the 6th floor- the BAU bullpen already swarming with agents all in their own frenzies beyond the glass doors.

You looked over at Spencer, who returned your playfully annoyed look at the idea that today wasn't going to be a simple paperwork-filled day.

He opened the door for you, letting you slip into the chaos of the morning before him, following close behind as you looked around and tried to take in what was going on.

Paperwork everywhere, admins running in and out the doors every five seconds to deliver communications from all the other floors and departments, Hotch was being bombarded by seven people at a time, a new person joining the horde around him every half a second as he desperately tried to maintain his stoic demeanor and organize everyone in lightning speed. Rossi stood at the door of his office, looking pitifully at Hotch knowing there wasn't much we could do to help the man directly other than handle the team. He was motioning for JJ, Emily, Derek, and Penelope, who was standing in the bullpen for some reason, to join him in the briefing room.

They broke their conversation to climb the stairs leading to the catwalk, glancing at Hotch as they passed his ever-growing mass of people and walked into the solitude of the briefing room. You watched as Rossi strolled over to the blinds next to the windows that looked down from the briefing room onto the rest of the bullpen. He spotted you and Spencer standing in the doorway and tipped his head to the side sharply, urging you two to join the team in the briefing room quickly before sharply pulling on the string by the window and dropping all the blinds at once.

That wasn't good. Things that needed to be discussed by the whole team and kept confidential from even other members of the BAU department, all with fairly high levels of clearance due to your line of work and the nature of your cases, had to be particularly bad.

You looked behind you at Spencer, who mirrored your tentatively worried gaze before starting to walk forward to the catwalk, making sure to keep your hands off of each other even though all you really wanted to do was take his hand.

It was odd, you found yourself wanting to touch him all the time now, and looking at him for reassurance- you had literally just done it.

You passed Hotch, giving him the same pity look the rest of the team had, he saw it for a moment before turning back to face a particularly unruly woman who was yelling at him, flailing her arms around as she gave him a piece of her mind.

Spencer visibly flinched as he passed Hotch- ever the genius empath. Hotch did meet Spencer's gaze, giving him a small tight lipped gesture to assure him he was unbothered by the yelling, watching for a moment longer as Spencer relaxed, and turned back to you and continued walking, thinking to yourself how sweet it was watching Hotch do his best to fill in for Gideon ever since he left.