Spencer Reid One Shots

Someone Flirts With Me On A Case

    The team and I arrived at Atlanta Police Department at 5 in the morning, which considering the flight we had already taken, wasn't doing anything great for our moods. That in combination with the murder/suicide ring that had left behind a series of vague and indecipherable diaries was setting us all up for a perfectly fantastic day.

    "It's great to meet you all, and I'm sorry it had to be in such a bad situation." Said the head detective on the case to us as he led us into a fully set-up conference room. "I'm Detective Shields."

    The man had a rugged face, his sandy blonde hair and close shave complimenting his tall and muscular physique. He had an easy way of talking that felt natural to listen to.

    "I'm supervisory special agent Hotchner, and these are agents Prentiss and Anderson, and Doctor Reid." Hotch said, indicating us each in turn. "Agents Rossi and Morgan are already on site."

    "Good, that's good." Said Shields as he watched us begin to set up the room. Reid moved to the whiteboard and pinned up a giant map. "We also have the first scene still intact in case you guys wanted a crack at it."

    Hotchner looked at Prentiss, who nodded.

    "Agent Prentiss and I will head there right away." Said Hotch. As he and Prentiss headed out the door, the detective approached me. I looked at him and offered him a polite smile. He stuck out a hand, which forced me to shake his in return.

    "Grayson Shields." He said with a smile, a slight Southern accent creeping into his surname. I smiled and nodded.

    "I'm Agent Anderson, pleasure to meet you." As I turned and begin to pile the journals of evidence by dates, he sat down at the table and watched me.

    "I think we've met before." He said, tapping his chin thoughtfully with his thumb. "You grow up around here?" I gave him a once-over and shook my head.

    "I'm from Southern California, this is my first time in Atlanta."

    "Well then, welcome to Atlanta!" He said cheerily. He noticed another journal at the other side of the table and moved to grab it but Reid got there first, putting it correctly into its place in my organized piles. The detective looked at me again and squinted. Suddenly, a look of recognition dawned on his face.

    "When you say Southern California, do you mean you lived in L.A.?"

    "I did." I said, turning to look at him. I inspected him a little more closely this time, since now there was a chance that I did know him. He nodded proudly.

    "Spring Break my sophomore year of college. You told us you were a senior, just trying to make a little extra cash on the side to pay for college."

    "What job was this again?" Reid asked, suddenly intrigued.

    "I was a waitress." I answered simply.

    "Not just any waitress!" Detective Shields corrected. "The most efficient and beautiful waitress in the fine state of California." The man turned to Reid, smiling like he was telling a grand story. "Me and my friends, we had a whole plan when we went to Cali. Girls, drinking, clubs. She ruined it. Night after night we went to one restaurant and one restaurant only. We must have spent hundreds of dollars just to get to say hi to your lovely Agent Anderson here."

    "I do remember you!" I said with a laugh, my brain now flooded with the memories. "You were the guys who always came in and asked me to go out to dance with you."

    "And you said that you weren't allowed to on company time." He said with a grin. "Never did manage to get that dance."

    "You'll have to ask again. When I'm not on company time." I said, giving my final smile before returning my attention to the journals. He laughed and exited the room, leaving me and Reid alone together. Reid came to my side of the table and began flipping through the journals.