It had been a week since last Wednesday, when you went to Spencer's work. Unfortunately, you only got one off day a month so this Wednesday you had to work.
You stood in the doorway of your closet.
"Spence do you see my pants?"
"Would it be suck a bad thing if you didn't have them?" He smirked at you.
"Yes it would dr Reid because I don't think my patients want me operating on them with no bottoms." You giggled.
"I wouldn't mind if I was a patient." He smiled at you innocently.
"Serious 187 where are my pants?"
He exasperatingly sighed "in the hamper."
You put on your scrubs and slipped on your most comfortable pair of sneakers. You wore your fuzzy socks because you didn't like the texture of the regular ones. You threw your hair into a low bun and grabbed your purse and keys.
"Spence I'm leaving!" You called from the kitchen.
"Alright pretty girl be safe. Remember there's a serial killer on the lose."
You laughed at his words even tho there was no humor in the statement . "Alright come back to my apartment later. You know where the spare key is." You turned and flashed him a goofy smile as you walked out the door.
You got in your car and put your playlist on shuffle. You drove to work quickly ignoring the signs that keep reminding you your going 15 miles over the speed limit.
You somehow stilled ended up showing up late even though you were driving like a maniac. Of course your lateness came with a excruciating lecture from your attending. The patients aren't going to round on themselves this and your setting a bad example for your interns that.
Whatever.
Soon enough you would be a attending. It was already September and if you past your test in December you get board certified.
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It was now your lunch break. Just around the time you call spencer. You were hoping he could cheer you up with the shitty day you were having.
One ring
Two rings
Three rings
6 rings
Spencer's voicemail.
Damn. You thought to yourself. Now you have to go into surgery so it's going to be hours until you got to talk to Spence. You got up from the table you were eating at to go wash your hands and finish charting.
Right as you got up a man ran strait into you. He was wearing green scrubs. No one in this hospital wears green scrubs. He stopped and shot you a dirty look.
You scoughed "dude watch it!" You hit him with your shoulder as you walked away.
You had assumed he was doing a organ harvest for another hospital. He looked oddly familiar but you had no idea why.
Ifs fine you had to get back to work anyways.
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Realistic love (Spencer Reid x reader)
Fanfiction"I don't bite. Most of the time" This story contains triggers such as sh, violence, sa (barely talked abt and from the past) kidnapping, death, and nsfw content READ AT YOUR OWN RISK