Spencer Reid One Shots

Spencer and I Talk About A Kiss

    The case: a kidnapping and a ransom demand. The job? As usual, find the culprit and save the captive. Hotch and Morgan were holed up in the police station and Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ were out looking for leads. In the meantime, Reid and I were tasked with staying at the single mother's home and dealing with any random calls that may come in.

    Based on our current profile a call was unlikely, so Reid and I weren't as on-edge as we normally would have been. In fact, I suspected that Hotch put us both on this duty so we could have a moment to work out some awkwardness between us. The week prior to this case, in a moment of celebration, Reid and I had kissed. It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasn't just a peck. I hadn't told anyone about it, but from the looks that JJ was giving me, Reid had at the very least told her.

    The rest of the team (if they didn't already know) could definitely tell something was going on. Normally Reid and I were as close as could be on everything: we went to movies, we ate together after work, we sat next to each other at seminars and discussed the merits of discussion-based socratics. Now, we spoke in nods, one always conveniently leaving the room when the other appeared.

    Barely takes a profiler to realize something's hinky.

    "I can take the first shift up if you want to get some sleep." I said to Reid. Normally I would've nagged him about bags under his eyes, or I would've been comfortable enough to beg him to sleep for his own sake, but I just couldn't.

    "Alright. Thanks." Was his simple answer. He pulled a blanket and pillow from the couch and arranged them so he could rest looking away from me. I have to admit, I was relieved. I could always feel when he was looking at me, and lately it seemed every time I looked away he would glance in my direction.

    I left the living room to go pace up and down in the kitchen. I ran a hand through my long hair and remembered how Spencer had gripped the back of my head as he'd kissed me. I quickly pulled my hand away and shook my head as if that would relieve me from my memory of our shared moment.

    "You only pace when you're really anxious." Said Reid from the doorway. I turned, facing him. The light from the living room was behind him, making the tips of his hair glow like gold.

    "I don't like waiting." I said, looking away from him and continuing my pacing. I could feel his eyes watching me move.

    "Cases like these are always a waiting game, at least for a while." He said, and I nodded. I had been talking about the case, yes, but I was also talking about him and me. How long until our awkwardness went away? How long would it be until I looked at him and didn't immediately recall the feeling of his lips on mine?

    "You don't pace like this on other cases." He said, leaning against the kitchen doorway. I stopped and put my hands on the counter, refusing to look and see his pleading eyes that were begging me to open up to him.

    "Spence, I don't want to talk about it."

    "If it's impeding your ability to concentrate, you should talk about it."

    "I can't talk about it with you, I'm sorry."

    He didn't speak. I stared down at my hands and listened as he stepped into the room, slowly walking up to me. I clenched my eyes closed and cringed.

    "Is this about...our—um, our kiss?" He asked softly, awkwardly. I breathed out deeply. Any profiler worth his money could tell that he was correct. He stood with his back against the counter so we were standing side-by-side but facing opposite directions.

    "I'm sorry." He said softly. "I didn't mean to ruin this, us."

    "You didn't do anything wrong, you couldn't have known." I said with a wry laugh.

    "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He said regretfully. I finally turned and looked at him.

    "This isn't your fault, Spence." I told him, reaching over and putting my hand on his. He looked from my hand to my eyes, blinking quickly. "I shouldn't be letting how I feel about you impact this case or how we work together."

    "How you feel about me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. I chuckled and turned so we were both leaning against the counter.

    "Ever since we kissed I've been insanely on edge because every time I see you, that moment replays in my head and I can't concentrate on anything else."

    "I'm sorry."

    "Spencer, it was a great kiss. A fantastic kiss, even."

    "Fantastic? Seriously?" He asked, his eyes lighting up and a shy grin spreading across his face. He leaned back farther, letting his elbows rest against the countertop. "Wow."

    "But that makes it worse."

    "What? Why?"

    "Because now every time I look at you it's all I can think about. Remember on the plane, when I was zoning out on every other comment? I could barely concentrate on anything. I think that's why Hotch put me here, so I couldn't mess anything up."

    "Oh."

    "And now we're here, and you're being absolutely perfect, and if I'm not careful I'm going to fall in love with you, Spence." I was on a roll at this point. "I don't know what it was that made you kiss me, but everything just felt right in the moment. Afterwards, when we all left and you walked me to my car, that's when I started freaking out. I don't want to ruin this team, I don't want to ruin what we already have, and— and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it if you weren't interested."

    "Oh. Wow." I watched him as he looked down at himself, still smiling. Finally, he looked over at me. He stood up from the counter and came around to stand in front of me. "I'm interested. I am... very interested in making a big deal out of the kiss. I thought when you didn't say anything or tell anyone afterwards that it meant you just wanted it to be a one-time thing."

    "And you were okay with that?"

    "Well, no, but I would've dealt with it if that's what you had wanted."

    "It's not."

    "That's really good because I have been dying to ask you out."

    I smiled and nodded. Reaching forward, I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into another kiss. This one was just as satisfying as the last, and I could feel us both smiling into the kiss as we finally got what we both apparently had been wanting for some time.

    "I'll take the next shift." Reid said between kisses. "You need to get some sleep."

    "How am I supposed to sleep now?" I asked him with a light laugh. He swept me off of my feet and carried me effortlessly back to the living room where he set me down gingerly on the couch. He kissed the top of my head and stepped back as I giggled.

    "I don't know, but you have to try. I'll wake you up in a few hours."

    "Okay, Spence. Good night."

    "Good night." He replied, softly and sweetly.