"We call this area the bullpen because it's where most of the action happens around here." Spencer motioned to the bus area of desks, messy papers, and rushed workers. "I uh I'm assuming you'll have a set like this in your movie."
"Probably."
"Any questions?"
"About a bunch of desks?" You asked, earning an elbow in the side from Anissa. "Sorry."
"I think we're alright, Dr. Reid. Anything else?" Anissa smiled.
"Just the briefing room. We get our cases and solve local ones there."
"Lead the way!"
You trailed behind the two as Anissa asked 50 questions to Spencer—something about Jack the Ripper or whatever.
"We sit at this table while our technical analyst/sort of liaison briefs us. You met her earlier, Penelope."
"Oh, I don't quite recall—"
"The brightly dressed one," you interrupted, sitting down in one of the seats. "Blonde is Jennifer, bangs is Emily, hard face is Hotchner, muscles is Morgan, old guy is Rossi, and...you're you."
Spencer raised an eyebrow. He had generally been under the impression that you weren't even listening as he introduced you to the team. "You have a good memory."
"That's rich coming from you."
"Huh?" Anissa asked, puzzled.
"He has an eidetic memory," you replied, swiping through your phone.
"Ah, I must've forgotten." Anissa chuckled. "I'm gonna grab a coffee." The woman left the room.
"So...when did you google me?" Spencer couldn't help but smirk.
"Humble yourself, please. You told me about the memory."
"The thing about an eidetic memory, Miss L/N," Spencer hummed, walking over to you. "Is that I remember everything I did and did not do, and I did not tell you that."
You put down your phone, leaning back in the chair. "I do my research on who I work with, don't let it get to your head. I get threats daily, so I like to make sure the people I associate with are legit."
"I'm an FBI agent."
"I've watched enough Buzzfeed Unsolved to know that a job title has never stopped anyone from being a sicko."
Spencer snickered. "Right."
"Are you done being excited that I googled you?"
"I am not excited."
You tilted your head. "Mhm."
"Why don't I run you through a day where we get a case in here?"
"Gladly." You leaned against the table.
"Well, usually a case will go to Penelope. She'll review it to see if we can do anything or how dire it is and has to make a tough judgement on which cases to choose. After that, she brings them to Hotch, our unit chief, and he double checks it then gives the okay. Then we review it in here on this screen and these little tablets."
"There are only 5," you pointed out.
"I'm not a technology person."
"Why is that so unsurprising?"
"I'm ignoring the backhandedness of that remark." Spencer clicked the remote, trying to turn on the screen. "Erm just a moment."
A small grin broke out onto your face. "Not a tech person."
YOU ARE READING
Scripted | S.R x Reader
Fanfiction"How can be sure when your whole job is to pretend?" "I was never sure about anything until I met you." Y/N L/N is an A-Lister in the film industry and one of Hollywood's 'It' girls, given the chance to play a role quite unlike any other, an FBI age...
