Hatred // spencerreidxreader

Normality

"The farther backward you look, the farther forward you can see" - Winston Churchill

You woke up to the blaring that is your alarm. Your second alarm. You had slept through your first one because of how tired you were. You didn't realize what time it was when you decided to finally go to sleep last night. You were currently running on 4 hours of sleep. You were sure that you wouldn't be getting that much sleep for a while. 

You got up from your bed to make coffee in your small kitchen. You glanced over at your clock when you saw that you were going to be late. You could not be late. It wasn't your first day, you knew that, but you wanted to be early every morning, so the team didn't think you were slacking already. You slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and a red blouse. You tucked your blouse into your jeans quickly as you rushed to make yourself look presentable. After brushing your hair, teeth, and applying deodorant and perfume, you decided to put on a gold bracelet simply just for looks. You were ready to go. All you needed was shoes. You went for the usual, a pair of black converse. 

Grabbing your gun and badge, you walked down the stairs of your apartment. Making your way to your car, you realized that you were going to be 5 minutes late. Well, your early attendance wasn't going to last forever. 

The drive to the BAU was the same as always. Boring, slow, and uneventful. 

You stepped into the office to see everyone at their desks, doing paperwork. Everything was normal, well, as normal as it was going to get. You figured the team didn't have a case, because if they did, you knew Hotch would have called you. Reid looked at you in pure disgust, and you knew why. Its because you were late. You didn't care enough to say something about it. He slowly turned his attention back to his work. Since you were late, you hadn't been able to get your morning coffee. So you decided to stoop down to the office coffee. You poured yourself a cup, then took a sip. The coffee tasted stale on your tongue, but you chose to ignore it because you had no other option. You had felt a gaze on the back of your head ever since you turned to get your coffee. You looked up from your coffee to see the one, the only, Dr. Spencer Reid staring at you. His eyes only met yours as you fully turned around. The both of you quickly looked away. 

You decided to push past the feeling of him staring at you as you walked to your desk. Your desks were right next to each other because Hotch had moved you. Hotch... well the whole team, had noticed the way you acted around each other. Always trying to get each other in trouble by doing things you knew annoyed each other. Most of the time, it worked. You hated each other and to be honest, you didn't even know why. When your all by yourself, you catch yourself wondering what it would be like to be friends with him, or more. No, stop. You can't think of him that way, it's not like it would ever happen. 

Today in particular, seeing him just sitting there made your blood boil. Knowing he was probably sitting there, thinking of a new way to ruin your day. You didn't mind him at all while you worked on your paperwork. Every once in a while, you would feel his gaze rest upon your face. He never said anything to you until you got up, trying to get more coffee. 

"Can you get me some too, please?" Spencer asked as he held up his mug, not looking at you. 

"Sure, I guess" You wanted to say something snarky , but you couldn't think of anything. You had seen how Spencer had made his coffee. Even though you hate him, its hard not to notice. He put so much sugar in his coffee, your surprised that he isn't on a sugar high 24/7. You pour coffee into both of your mugs as you hear him walk towards you. You don't turn around. Not giving him the satisfaction that you acknowledge his presence pisses him off, and you know it. Suddenly, you see his hands on the counter next to you, boxing you in. 

He whispered in your ear just loud enough you to hear it. "You better not be trying to poison me over here." You chuckled. 

"If I knew I could get away with it, I would." You said in a low, cold tone. He chuckled slightly. You could feel his warm breath on your neck. You shivered as it sent a chill down your spine. He must had noticed, as he chuckled again. This time backing away as he did so, leaving you frozen. He stirred his coffee, you noticed how he was gripping his cup. You saw the veins under his skin move ever so slightly as he stirred. He stopped, seeing you still frozen in your place. He chuckled once more as he walked back to his desk. 

Sitting in his seat, he shifted slightly, making you turn your head up to look at him. Since this morning, everything he did put you on edge. You were beginning to wonder if you were going to do paperwork all day when, like she had read your mind, Penelope walked through the doors of the office.

She walked to Hotch's office without saying a word. Like she always did while bringing him a new case. Ten minutes later, she came out of his office, followed by Hotch. It was quiet, almost too quiet, until Hotch broke the silence. 

Quickly he said, "Round up the team, please. We have a case." You and Spencer nodded at the same time. You both had noticed, and gave each other a disgusted, and hate filled glare. 

You both rounded up everyone else. Afterwards, you, Spencer, Emily, Derek, JJ, and Dave all sat around the round table. You saw Reid giving you a look, so you flipped him off when no one was looking. In response, he sat back in his chair. You knew he'd get you back for that later. You sat back in your seat as well, waiting for the team to start talking about the case.