You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

5.) I wanna be yours

Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours- I wanna be yours, arctic monkeys

Spencer

The only person more relentless than Derek Morgan was his femme-fatal counterpart of Penelope Garcia.

She was dragging me away from paperwork to go take her to Anna's shop.

"Garcia, I can't be slacking, I just got reinstated," I had fought. I was honestly just making up excuses because the whole rest of the night, I had stared at the ceiling of my bedroom thinking that if Anna had any inkling of self preservation, she would stay the fuck away from me. I had left two voicemails for my therapist at 3am, and at 9:55am she had called me back, with a groan.

Because how I did want to see her.

I couldn't stay away any longer.

"Spencer Reid, you are a man of your word and you are taking me now, paperwork can wait."

Penelope's sunshine had outweighed my gray skies.

Anna

The next morning I slipped the sachet for Spencer into my dress pocket, with a gut feeling I could only say was from the goddess Aphrodite herself.

Becca started unpacking an order of tarot cards, and I worked on refilling jars of herbs. I had barely gotten through two jars and I was sure that I had more flower petals in my hair than restocked.

"Spencer, I've never been jealous about being out in the field before this place!"

Spencer.

I could feel my heart race beneath my skin when I felt his gaze on my face. I looked up to meet him; disheveled hair, a soft blush coloring his angular face and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Oh my god, this place is amazing!" The blonde woman beside him had the most bubbly voice, and when I finally pulled my eyes away from Spencer, I knew I would love her easily. Her bright pink lipstick, glasses, sparkly pom-poms in her hair and floral dress were just perfect for her.

"Spencer," I smiled back at him, attempting to rid my hair of flowers while walking from behind the counter.

"Anna," his voice was soft but commanding. He was wearing a dark blue button down beneath a charcoal suit coat and navy tie, once again sporting the worn leather messenger bag. The gun was once again holstered on his hip. He was lost in thought as he stared at me, almost forgetting we weren't alone.

"I'm Penelope Garcia, the BAU's technical analyst extraordinaire," she said, needing no introduction. "I dragged the Good Doctor out of doing paper work because I needed to meet the incredible witch who helped us with our case!"

The small curtain we had that let into our back room opened and Becca popped her head out. "So you must be the infamous Dr. Reid."

Thanks, Rebecca.

Spencer let out a quiet laugh, "Yeah, I guess I am."

Penelope's eyes widened at a large rose quartz heart carving that had a full star beaming across its glossy surface, and Becca moved across the store to help show her it.

Leaving Spencer and I alone.

We moved closer together, like a magnetic force within us that pushed us. He ran his hand through his hair nervously, and I reached into my pocket and held the pouch out to him.

"What's this?" He took it from me, fingers lingering on my palm.

"I made it for you," I said as he pulled on the drawstrings to look at the contents. "To, um, help you sleep," among other things.