Wildcard (A.H. x Reader x S.R.)

Chapter 10 - Late Night Phone Calls

A/N: im not dead i swear. Thank you for 700 views (hits? idk what you call them on this website lmao). this chapter is kinda short but i just wanted to get it out. love you all <3

"You got to know
Know my weakness
You always touch
In all the right places
We don't get along that well
Not much for talk
But you're hot as hell..."

-The Sex is Good – Saving Abel

You paced the small length of your living room, waiting for Spencer to call you. He had called you the past two nights, mostly talking about how stressful the case was. You liked lending him some support. You were just hoping he would call again. Luna watched from her perch by the window, purring loudly. You just paced and paced... and paced some more. You sighed in relief when the phone rang. You really wanted Spencer to like you. It was a relationship you wanted to pursue more.

"Hey ace! How's it going?" you greeted, sitting on the couch, the phone pressed to your ear so you could hear him. Sometimes he got too quiet, so you had to strain your ears to hear him.

Spencer sighed, the creaking of an old bed frame competing with the projection of his voice. "It's... it's going. The case has been stressful. Every time I think I'm getting somewhere, something new comes into the picture and messes everything up so I basically have to start over. For being a certified genius, I feel incredibly stupid sometimes," Spencer rambled, the self-hatred in his voice not lost on you.

"Well, you aren't incredibly stupid. Your job is one of the hardest on the planet. You work with so many variables, it makes sense that sometimes it's harder to keep up. Profiling, in my limited experience, is not straightforward," you said in rebuttal, back going rigid as you waited for some sort of reaction. This could either go incredibly well, or this could go haywire.

"Mm..." Spencer hummed, staying quiet as he wrestled his emotions.

"Ace," you murmured, trying to regain his attention although you weren't sure he wasn't paying attention. You still had more to learn about him.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to talk, or do you just want comfort? There's nothing wrong with not wanting to talk about it," you offered, "truth be told, I don't know how much actual advise I could offer. I'm not, nor have I been, a certified genius who works as a profiler."

Spencer stayed quiet for a moment, thinking as you patiently waited for an answer. "Comfort. I can't... I can't talk about this right now. I like you, y/n, I just can't..." Spencer trailed off, internally quarrelling with himself as anxiety riddled his words.

You shook your head, your lips quirking up on the edges. "Spencer, I get it. We haven't known each other very long. Opening up takes trust that we haven't built up yet. You aren't wrong for not wanting to talk about personal things when you aren't sure if you can trust me," you reassured, tension easing in your body that you hadn't even noticed was there.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice wavering with apprehension.

"Yes, ace. I'm sure. Trust is earned. I hope to earn it."

"Ok... well how was your day? Probably better than chasing an unsub in Florida," Spencer grumbled, exasperation painting every word. He was frustrated with himself. It didn't take a profiler to figure that out.

You sighed, shrugging although he couldn't see the physical gesture. "It was alright. Nothing really happened besides more digging and more reports," you explained, eyes narrowed in frustration at the thought.