Control Me | A Spencer Reid Story

Part 5

"Okay, I think I've got everything," she said, giving the living room a final look and then zipping up her bag.

In her black slacks and spring-green blouse that made her eyes pop, she looked stylish yet comfortable. She had a warm smile tugging her lips upward as Spencer finished loading his files into his standard brown leather messenger bag, his dark grey sweater vest going nicely with his navy blue dress shirt and slacks. She walked over to him and gently brushed his wayward hair off his forehead with her fingers, her grin growing as she did.

"I had a call from Hotch and three from Garcia while we were in the shower, so I would say chances are good we've got a new case," he told her, placing his hands on her waist to hold her against him.

Her hands found their way to his chest as she felt her own tighten. This is exactly the reason not to get too close, Lia, she scolded herself. "I understand, Spencer. What you do is important. Be safe, and don't be afraid to call me while you're gone if you need someone to talk to about your day. And when you get back, you can call me to let me know, and we can schedule another in-person type session if you'd like."

He nuzzled his face into her neck. "Does that in-person session involve more of what we've done the past twelve hours, because if so, I'm in."

"I've ruined you, haven't I?" she chuckled. "You were sweet and innocent when I met you and now you're going to become all dominant, huh?"

"Hey, I-I thought I was still sweet?" he whined.

She cupped his cheeks in her hands, her face bright as she smiled up at him. "Yes, you still are very sweet, Spencer. You may be one of the sweetest men I have ever met. I'm just so pleased this seems to be helping you already. I can already see you showing more confidence and we've barely scratched the surface. Now, I better let you get to work, Doctor," she teased, brushing a final kiss on his lips.

Still smiling as she went to get her backpack, Spencer slung his messenger bag across his chest and together they headed out of his apartment.

"Well look what the cat dragged in," Morgan teased, looking up from his file and coffee. "Good morning, Pretty Boy. What made you so late today?"

Spencer blushed and quickly looked down at his mismatched socks, setting his bag down beside his chair. Penelope's brows shot upward as she looked at him, heading his way with his copy of the new case file.

"Weren't you supposed to meet with Lia last night?" she asked.

"Wait, are you telling me Reid had a date?" Morgan enthused as he leaned his muscular arms on the conference table, eager to get all the dirty details.

"It wasn't a date," Spencer growled, sinking into his chair.

"What wasn't a date?" Rossi asked, as he, Hotch, JJ, and Blake strolled into the conference room.

"Nothing. Right, Morgan?" Spencer said meaningfully as they all took their seats.

"Whatever you say...Pretty Boy," Morgan winked, signaling this conversation was far from over.

Spencer sighed and turned his attention to the file before him and the screen, where photos and details of brutal murders were outlined. Four young women's smiling pictures taunted him from their photographs, images taken before their lives had so callously been snuffed out by a sadistic killer. Their bodies were barely recognizable in the second set of pictures, the scenes macabre.

"...wheels up in thirty," Hotch concluded, standing from the table and grabbing his files, breaking through the haze in Spencer's mind.

"Spence, you okay there?" JJ asked quietly. "You barely said two words during the briefing. Not even to provide some stats on the case."