𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

The teacher | Spencer Reid

Pronouns used: he/him
Warnings: implied nsfw

Garcia noticed first. Spencer had been more absent minded at work recently. He barely finished half of his case files before lunch anymore. Giving his troubling past, it was cause for worry. So she was going to do something about it. After most everyone left the office for lunch she walked into the bullpen and sat on his desk.

"Hey, boy genius, what's got you slacking recently?"

"What are you, Hotch?" He retorted.

"Come on, I'm being serious! It's lunch and you've only finished a third of your paperwork. What's going on in there?" She ruffled his curls and pushed them out of his eyes.

"I don't really know. I've just been feeling kind of lonely recently." Spencer shrugged.

"What are you talking about? Emily brings you coffee once a week, Derek gets you food from that Thai place you love when you're working late, and we invite you out for drinks every Friday. You've got people that care about you, babes." Penelope rubbed his knee as she spoke.

"I know. I guess I just want something more? I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"I wish there was someone with me all the time. Someone to wake up to. Someone to go to sleep with. Just.. something." Spencer fidgeted with the pen in his hands and looked at his feet.

"Aw, Spencer, you don't need someone."

"But I want someone." He looked Penelope in the eyes almost urgently.

"Hey, since you spend so much time alone, why don't you use your time to learn something?"

"Not sure how that would help seeing as I think I've learned just about everything, but go on."

"You remember my ex Sam?" Spencer nodded. "Well, we got together because I started taking uke lessons after I got dumped. He was my uke teacher. He doesn't teach anymore, but when I took lessons from him I used all of the time I could've for crying and I used it to play. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Fine. I'm not playing ukulele though. Totally not my style."

"Totally not your style. Got it. Your first lesson on whatever string instrument you please is on Friday." She got up from the desk and walked towards the elevators.

"Hey, Pen?"

"Yes, sugar cakes?"

"What's the name of your current teacher?"

"Y/N!" She called as the doors of the elevator closed.

"Y/N.." Spencer repeated to himself.

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On Friday Spencer showed up to Penelope's apartment at 5:30, 30 minutes before Y/N would get there. As Penelope tuned her ukulele Spencer rambled about the history of string instruments and their improvement through the years. He jumped when there was a knock at the door.

Penelope opened the door and Spencer thought he was dreaming. Y/N seemed to be glowing before him. His smile was soft and kind.

"Penelope! Good to see you again. I see you have a friend today." Y/N said as he hugged Garcia.

"Yes! Y/N, this is Spencer. Spencer, this is Y/N."

Y/N reached his hand out.

"Oh, he doesn't-"

"Hi! It's good to meet you." Spencer took Y/N's hand in both of his and shook gently, surprising Penelope.

"You too. Penny told me you're looking for something other than a uke, so I got some other instruments in my car, but here's a guitar for now. Pen, why don't you start showing him some chords as I get the other instruments?" He slipped the guitar case off of his back and gave it to Penelope.