Spencer Reid One Shots

The Morning After

    I woke up to the sun beaming on me in my bed on a beautiful Saturday morning. I shuffled slightly to wake up my body, and I heard a slight groan from beside me. I turned to find Spencer Reid dead asleep beside me, his face pressed into one of my pillows and his arm haphazardly draped across my stomach.

I slid slowly off the side of the bed, cringing anytime I made a noise. I managed to pull myself out from under Spencer and as I stood up, I realized that I was still completely naked. I snatched clothes off the ground and put them on, completely forgetting that it was my apartment and I had a perfectly good closet to scrounge through. I pulled a shirt over my head and pulled on a pair of underwear and called it good, silently sneaking out of my bedroom and flopping down on my living room couch.

It wasn't like this was a drunken mistake or in the heat of the moment; we had thoroughly discussed the implications before deciding that we didn't really care. I couldn't remember who decided it was my apartment we should go to.

What do I do now? I looked around my apartment in a state of near-shock. Usually when I sleep with a guy, one of us disappears before we get the chance to sleep. Am I supposed to leave before he sees me? Was I supposed to stay in bed and pretend to be asleep until he leaves? Am I supposed to make him breakfast?

My stomach grumbled and made my choice for me. I got up and went over to my kitchen, perusing the cupboards until I found what I was looking for. Grabbing the pancake mix, I figured this meal was just casual enough to not confuse me emotionally.

I stirred in water to the mix, adding in my own pinches of salt, lemon juice, and vanilla extract to give them that extra something-something. I put some butter in the stovetop pan and watched it sizzle for a moment before pouring a healthy glob of the pancake mixture.

After I was about three pancakes in, I began to hear noise from my bedroom. I watched Reid's shadow move underneath the crack in the door. He paced for a moment, then halted in front of the door. It creaked open to reveal a shirtless and bleary-eyed Reid. He surveyed the room quickly but when his eyes landed on me, they lit up and he smiled.

"So that's where my shirt went." He said with a laugh. I looked down and realized that in my hurry to put any clothes on, I'd put on his white dress shirt.

    "I can change in a second." I said apologetically, showing him the in-progress pancake in the pan. He shook his head and ambled up, his hair perfectly messy after our night together. I remembered running my fingers through it as he held me, and a shiver ran down my spine.

    "Don't bother, you probably look better than I did in it."

    "Well I'm liking this look on you." I said, motioning towards his shirtless upper-half. He blushed and looked around at the mess I had already made. He looked at the pancakes hesitantly, so I wordlessly slipped him a plate and fork. He mumbled a thank you before digging in, smiling as he took bites.

    "I used to make pancakes on my birthday when I was really little." He said, filling the comfortable silence as I worked on the next pancake. "It was one of the first things I ever learned how to make, but I never quite learned how to flip them. I always needed the spatula."

    "Come here, let's try now." I suggested, moving aside in my small kitchen area to make room for him. He stood and came over, and I placed the pan handle in his hands, sliding mine behind his to guide him. "It's all in the wrist, like dealing cards almost. Now just, turn, and up!"

    Spencer flipped the pancake perfectly in the pan and we both let out cheers. He turned and kissed my forehead as he laughed, grazing his finger across my face thoughtlessly. The action instantly made me blush, and I stepped away to get another plate. As I did, my doorbell rang. Passing the plate to Reid, I hurried over to the door and looked through the peephole. Seeing Penelope Garcia on the other side, I opened it just a crack in order to shoo her away.

    "Pen, now isn't really the greatest time—"

    "You would not believe the gall of my landlord this time!" She exclaimed, ignoring my words completely and pushing straight past me into my apartment. "He was all, you have to pay for the thingy outside, when I didn't even have anything to do with it, and usually I'm all for neighbors sharing and caring but this time it—"

    I tried to step in front of her, but all that did was direct her ramblings upwards, and that's about when she locked eyes with a very confused and very shirtless Spencer Reid in my kitchen holding a cast iron pan. Garcia's mouth dropped open, and as she turned, she seemed to register why I was wearing a man's shirt at 8:30 in the morning.

    "Oh. Oh!" She exclaimed, looking back and forth like it was a tennis match. I glanced at Reid, then back at my friend.

    "Please don't make a thing out of this." I begged. Garcia grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out the door, closing it behind us to talk to me in raised, hushed tones.

    "You told me, and I quote! "If I ever hook up with Reid, you'll be the first to know"." She hissed, looking over at my door as if she could see through it. I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

    "Well, you are! Seeing as how you just walked in on us the day after."

    "He spent the night?"

    "Of course he did, it's Reid. He's perfect."

    "Oh my dearest darling profiler!" She exclaimed, pulling me in for a hug. She held me away from her and glared. "Don't you dare break his heart, now."

    "Not planning on it!"

    She gave off one last squeal before hurrying away, and I went back into my apartment, giving Reid an apologetic smile.

    "I guess we're not really going to be keeping this under wraps."

    "Did you want to?" He asked, flipping the final pancake onto a plate and scooting it towards me. I shrugged and picked up a plate, taking a bite as he took a bite from his own.

    "I hadn't really thought past last night, I guess. Even this was just me throwing something together."

    "Did you tell Garcia I'm perfect?" He asked quickly.

    "Maybe."

    "Hm. You'll have to tell her that I feel the same."