New Glow - Spencer Reid x Reader

Don't Worry, I See You

When Spencer makes it to work on Tuesday morning, he's the first one there—like always. That never holds up for long, though, and JJ makes her way in a few minutes later with a coffee cup from home in her hands and a look of determination on her face. She doesn't head for her office the way she might on any other morning, instead walking over to his desk and lingering there with a suspicious air about her.

"Good morning, JJ," he says dutifully, wondering what exactly has her acting how she is, but she's quick to answer that question.

"You left in a hurry yesterday," she says instead of giving him a "good morning" like she usually would, drumming her fingers on the edge of his desk. He looks up and meets her eyes, trying to look as innocent and ordinary as ever. Not that he has anything he really is guilty of, unless leaving when the work day is actually over and not an hour later is suddenly a crime.

"Did I? I guess it was just good to be home," he bluffs, turning to look at the papers he'd spread out in front of him. She settles against the corner of his desk to nurse her coffee, but the glimpse of her expression he'd gotten makes him think she's not going to give it up.

"If you won't tell me, I'm sure Morgan would be happy to lend an ear." Realistically, she could get Morgan to cooperate in tag-teaming him, especially on this front. He really should have just acted normally yesterday and put off his plans for a little while to keep this from happening.

Not that JJ's—or anyone else's—curiosity is exactly a bad thing. But for all that the team lives in each other's pockets and generally knows what's going on in everyone else's lives, there are some times it just feels good to keep something secret. Even if it's only for a little while, because he definitely won't be able to keep quiet about it all day, and holding out will be more difficult if Morgan or anyone else gets involved. There's just not exactly a lot of change or excitement in Spencer's life, and it's sort of novel to play coy for now.

"I don't know what there is to talk about," he insists, turning fully to face her and crossing one of his legs over the other at the knee to get comfortable. She's not going to go away any time soon.

"Spence..." she trails off, sighs. "I just want you to be happy."

"You know, Ernest Hemingway said 'Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.'" He folds his hands together behind his head, giving her a smug little smile even though—

"Yeah, and Mary Stuart said 'To be kind to all, to like many and love a few, to be needed and wanted by those we love, is certain the nearest we can come to happiness.'" She laughs, pats him on the knee, and it's easy for his smile to become sincere in the face of affection. 

"We could do this all day. Make any argument with quotes if we really wanted," he says, and she shrugs in agreement.

"What are you nerds even doing, it's like 7:30 in the morning and you're sitting around spouting this stuff at each other? Geez." That's Morgan, coming through the front doors and yawning into the back of his hand. "I expect as much from Reid, but JJ, c'mon girl. You're killin' me."

"Good morning to you too," she says, patting him on the arm when he walks by on his way to his desk. He drops his stuff off and walks back through to get a cup of coffee, putting a smile on for Garcia when she comes in as well.

"Oh, are we having an early morning pow-wow?" Garcia asks, coming to stand in front of JJ and taking what looks to be a euphoric drink of her coffee. "JJ doesn't come out to play until long after everyone else gets here unless there's a reason."

"Well, I don't know if you noticed—" the woman in question begins, and Spencer cuts her off.

"JJ..." he says, voice quiet and exasperated. This is all getting too big, and now everyone will be nosy until he lets the secret go. Morgan is looking over from where he'd been pouring his coffee, and Garcia's got a very interested expression on.