Spencer Reid One Shots

Spencer and I Kiss Undercover

    It was a beautiful June evening, and I was wearing a beautiful blue dress. It made my skin glow in the gentle restaurant lighting, and made my eyes look even more bright than usual. I sipped my Shirley Temple and smiled at the man across from me in the booth, a man who I had often wondered if he would make a good date.

    He was turning out to be the perfect man. He was sweet, he held the door, he pulled out my seat for me, he didn't try to order for me, he was ridiculously attractive and smart. Spencer Reid was turning out to be everything I had ever wanted in a first date.

    Except for the fact that it was a sting operation and we were tracking an alleged rapist/murderer.

    "Why can't every case be like this?" I joked, taking another sip of my Shirley Temple. "Dressing up, getting food, dating."

    "That's not what every unsub likes." Spencer said seriously, completely missing my joking tone. I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my absolutely delicious meal.

    "You haven't gotten the signal that he's here yet, right?" I asked. He nodded. "Alright. Then let's play a game."

    "A game? Right now?"

    "Well we have to make conversation somehow. He targets couples that look happy because it represents something that he believes he can never have, right? Young, attractive couples."

    "Right."

    "So let's play twenty questions. Come on, we may be behavioral analysts but there's got to be things we don't know about each other. But keep it light, we need to look happy."

    Spencer nodded and looked around.

    "How do you play?"

    "You just ask questions, that's the whole game."

    "Alright, I can start. Do you have any pets?" He asked me. I gave him a look.

    "Spencer you've been to my house, you know that answer. Ask me something you don't know yet."

    "Okay, okay! Uhm... what's your favorite book?"

    "Pride and Prejudice. I'm a sucker for an unlikely romance."

    Spencer blushed and smiled. Good, that's what we need if we're going to become the next target for our killer. I leaned closer to him over the table.

    "Favorite movie?"

    "Barbar: King of the Elephants."

    "Not that five hour long Russian film you dragged me along to the other week?"

    "I didn't drag you, you offered to go!"

    "You're right, I did. Still didn't understand a word of it until you started translating for me halfway through."

    "You had fun though, right?"

    "Yes I did, Spencer."

    He sighed in relief and I laughed, throwing a piece of bread at him. He caught it in midair and threw it back at me. I smacked it away and it flew onto another table. We hid behind our menus and laughed as quietly as we could without being caught. As we cooled down and lowered the menus back to the table, I became aware of just how close our faces were. As I breathed, I looked into his eyes. I saw him glance down at my lips.

    "He's here." He whispered. In that moment, I knew what we had to do. I pulled him in for a kiss, my hands rising to either side of his face. He pulled me towards him in the booth until our sides were pressed together as well as our faces. He wrapped his arms around me, his hand snaking up through my hair to hold me in place as we kissed passionately. Slowly we pulled away, breathing heavily and looking down.

    "Morgan said he put the tracker in your bag. We're ready to move." He murmured into my ear. Now that we were being watched, I kept his hands on me and pulled him out of the booth. I grabbed my bag and pulled Spencer along out of the restaurant, his fingers interlocked with mine. We left and passed my bag along to Prentiss, who took the tracker to the next phase of the plan. Spencer and I got into the back of a surveillance van, out of sight. Our part was over. It was up to the rest of the team now to catch this guy.

    We watched on the monitor as the team set up the fake hotel room to catch the man in the act. I looked around and laughed when I saw the crystal-clear image of our now empty booth on one of the monitors.

    "Looks like we gave the team a bit of a show." I said with a chuckle, pointing out the monitor. Spencer nodded and looked away. I followed the young genius with my eyes, unaccustomed to this mood of his. "What's wrong?"

    "It's not important." He said, but his tone said otherwise. I elbowed him and motioned for him to continue. He bit his lip. "Do you— if this sounds wrong, or if I'm saying something that you don't want me to say, please stop me."

    "Spencer what is it?"

    "When we kissed in there...we didn't have to. It felt natural, but you didn't have to do that. Why did you kiss me?"

    Oh. I guess I'm confronting my feelings about Spencer right here right now.

    "I don't want you to kiss me just because you feel bad for me." He continued. I tilted my head, confused. He continued, speaking faster. "We've been seeing a lot of each other and we've gotten dinner together almost every night for months now and you came with me to a five hour long film entirely in Russian when you don't even speak Russian and I don't want you to kiss me just because I have feelings for you."

    "Reid—"

    "But I also wanted to make sure you knew for sure because maybe you kissed me entirely for the sake of the case which in that case you don't even realize that I like you and I might be ruining an amazing friendship right now."

    "Reid. Can I talk?"

     He gulped and nodded.

    "I kissed you because I wanted to. Conveniently, it worked with the case, but if that had just been us on a real date with real food and drinks where you're as perfect to me as you always are, I would've kissed you right then anyways. Hell, I probably would've taken you home and we'd be all ready to get murdered by a guy who left a tracker in my jacket."

    We glanced at the monitors. The man was currently sneaking into the fake hotel room and pulling out a knife to stab the fake person. We looked back at each other and he frantically searched my eyes for proof.

    "You— really? You mean it?"

    "I'll prove it to you right now."

    He paused and I took my chance, leaning over to kiss him but this time he was ready. He pulled me off of my seat and into his lap as we kissed, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing me tightly. As my hands went through his hair, we slowed down and eventually broke apart.

    "Believe me yet, Spencer?" I asked between pounding heartbeats in my ears. He nodded and wordlessly pulled me in for another kiss.