Conflict of Interest

6. Take Out

You've successfully avoided the topic and dreams of Dr. Spencer Reid all weekend. Thank the lord.

But now, it's Monday morning, well, almost afternoon. 11:57am. Nina and you are eating lunch with some of your other friends and fellow FBI trainees after working out and shooting practice. Your hair is still slightly damp from the shower, but you tied it back into a low bun to get it out of the way.

After lunch, you have about an hour until classes start, so you hang out in the common area with your friends. The four of you talk a little and scroll through social media on your phones, the usual.

Once it's time, you head to headquarters and begin your first class. Profiling 101 is still your last class of the day, so you don't have to see Reid for another two hours. You push the images of the two of you together to the back of your mind and lock the box you shoved them in, getting on with the rest of your day.

The schedule you and Dr. Reid had come up with is you stay after class Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday unless something comes up on either end. Just three days a week alone, and four days a week in general, is all you have to see him. It's not bad. You're just concerned that your inappropriate subconscious mind will get worse the more you see him.

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"A-are you okay?"

You look up from your papers on the desk you're sitting at on the front row. "Hmm? Oh, yeah."

"Okay. It's just you seem a little off I guess."

"No profiling me, not fair."

The corners of his lips raise into a little smile. "I'm not profiling. It's merely observing."

"Mhm. Well, Dr., there is no reason to 'observe' my behavior. Everything's cool."

"All right," Spencer nods.

You go back to your room and the rest of your day plays out per usual, thoughts of your professor only occasionally clicking through your brain.

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Wednesday rolls around soon enough and you're back in Reid's room after class.

You sit at a desk, typing away on your laptop. You're planning the murder mystery project while he grades and lesson plans.

"How's this?" You set your laptop in front of him, letting him read it.

"Sounds great," he looks up at you from the other side of his desk. "I'll just tweak some things, and it'll be all planned out. Thank you."

"No problem, doc."

He chuckles softly. "So, I was going to ask if you being my little assistant could count towards your credits and help you out."

"Really?"

He nods.

"That would be amazing. Thank you... little?"

"What?"

"Little assistant?" you move your fingers in air quotes.

"Oh, sorry," he scrunches his nose slightly.

"Yeah you should be," you joke, making a pouty face.

"I'll make it up to you?"

"Ooh, how?"

"I can order take out," he suggests with a lipped smile.

"I accept your offer. Food is definitely the way to win me over."

Spencer chuckles softly and orders the food. "So how are your other classes going?"

"Pretty well. Sometimes I get a little stressed out, but other than that, it's good."

"That's good to hear."

"What about you? Cases?"

"We had a really weird one last week."

"Weird?"

"Mhm. It's always a strange case when I have to go into a sex store."

You let out a laugh. "Really? Does that happen a lot?"

"More than you'd think, really."

"That's hilarious actually," you smile softly.

He shakes his head with a grin. "Just be prepared for weird and awkward situations, Y/n."

"Noted."

The two of you talk a bit until the take out comes, he brings it back to the classroom.

"You are a saint, Dr. Reid." You smile up at him, taking the box of noodles and chicken from his hand.

"What do you normally do on your days off?" You ask Spencer out of curiosity.

He swallows a bite of his food before speaking. "Mostly read, sometimes I solve equations to distress, call my mom. Those are the basics."

"Reading I can get by, but equations? Ew."

"Not a math person?"

"Not at all. I wasn't bad at it, but it stressed me out rather than destress. You're crazy."

He shrugs with a slight smile. "Sometimes."

You chuckle softly. "So you're a doctor, I'm assuming PhD since you're not doing medical stuff. What is it in?"

"I have a PhD in Chemistry, Physics, and Mathematics."

"Three? Holy shit! I so could've used you during college calculus."

"I would've been happy to help."

You smile softly, taking another bite of your food. "So you're a genius right? I would've absolutely hated having you in school. I'm very competitive."

"I kind of inferred that about you. And yeah, most people did not enjoy having me in their grade, was probably a mix of my age and the fact that I always made higher grades."

"Your age?"

"Y-yeah. I was 12 when I graduated."

"Oh my gosh! Wow. I would've hated you too out of jealousy," you say with a chuckle.

"Well thanks."

"I'm kidding, sort of."

He rolls his eyes gently. "We should get going before it gets too late."

You rise from the desk. "You're probably right. Thank you for dinner. I will pay you back tomorrow, don't have my wallet."

Spencer shakes his head, soft curls flopping around. "Don't worry about it, really."

"You're too kind. Thank you." You grab your bag after putting your laptop in it and head out. "See you tomorrow."

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