Spencer Reid | Oneshots

It's Personal ☁️ (PG)

Summary: Reader reminds Spencer's team that it's never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they're dating their coworker.

Rating: PG (13+)

Content Warning: Secret relationship, mild jealousy, bisexual Reader and Spencer (my beloved)

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You know those days where you just sit there and think: this might as well happen? It was one of those days.

My boyfriend had agreed to take me out on the first date in what had been a very long time. Considering the details of the prolonged interval included a kidnapping, a prison sentence, and a shank, I won't go into them. All that mattered was that my boyfriend was coming to pick me up for our first date in what felt like a century when a pair of vaguely familiar faces waltzed into my work ten minutes after my shift ended.

Spencer had just barely missed the window of opportunity to save me from the hell of being questioned by the BAU.

"Do you remember anything about when you left Monday night?" Emily asked. Her voice was just as smooth and serious as I'd expected. She fit her job so well that I would have never guessed she'd stumbled into it the way she did if I didn't know. But of course, I did know. Spencer had told me.

"Not really. It was just like every other day. My boyfriend came to pick me up."

"He always picks you up after your shifts?"

I narrowed my eyes and puffed my cheeks, trying to figure out how the hell to explain this without using his name or explaining his job back to her. She would figure it out. They were profilers, after all. They should have been able to figure it out if I talked for long enough.

"Not exactly. He's usually pretty busy with work, but if he's around, then, yeah," I vaguely explained. But any chance of my keeping up that charade was destroyed in the blink of an eye with one simple question.

"Do you think we could talk to him?"

With an awkward smile and a glance at the clock, I sighed. "Yeah, I guess. He should be here soon considering my shift ended like ten minutes ago."

Sorry, Spencer. I tried.

I wanted to warn him. I was going to warn him. But in the time it took me to pull out my phone and open our messages, I'd already heard the gentle chime of the door as Spencer walked in. The look on his face could only be described as a confused and very troubled terror. He didn't even make it to me because he and Emily locked eyes so intensely that it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

"Sorry, please excuse me for a second," she grumbled, speeding off in his direction and promptly pushing him through the door.

There was a small part of me that considered letting him try to get out of it, to let him work up excuses like he always could. But then again... I was a little tired of the hiding. And would it really be that bad if they knew? They seemed like fairly reasonable people.

"What are you doing here, Reid?" I heard her say in a hushed tone that could definitely not be described as a whisper.

"I didn't know you'd be here," Spencer answered. Smooth. It didn't work.

"That's your best defense? You showed up to investigate despite the fact we already discussed your mandatory sabbatical, and the best thing you come up with is that you didn't think I'd be here?"

Spencer looked at me like this was all my fault, but I just leaned against the counter to my right and watched the show. I'd probably pay for it later, but for now it was entertaining. It wasn't often I got to see him get knocked down by pretty women.