Saving Lives

Ch.7 You're Beautiful

You had seen far more blood on your first day of work than you intended. Pictures of the victims, remains at the crime scene, corpses in the lab. It was a lot for your first day in the FBI. You were expecting some paper work, maybe a few communication projects. But not all of this. You were just exhausted. You walked into your room and dropped your bags nearly as soon as you set foot in the door. You say on the bed for a moment pondering whether you should warn Reid about your nightmares.

You thought to yourself *He will think I'm weird. What if he thinks I can't handle this job? I know I can handle it. But I don't want him to be worried or scared if it happens.*

Apparently when you zoned out, Reid was trying to tell some science joke because you came back in when you heard his adorable laugh. You smiled as if you were listening, but you were examining him. His laugh offered a sweet symphony of relief after just a hard day. A momentary escape from a rough life. You noticed the way his nose wrinkled when he smiled, the way his eyes sparkled with innocence, the way his smile seemed so carefree and genuine. But you thought deeper than that. You could see that this happy soul of Spencer Reid was not always so joyous. You suspected that he had seen his fair share of hard times, shed his share of unworthy tears, and been broken and beaten down to rock bottom. And yet look at him now. Standing gorgeously in front of you as you sat on the bed of the hotel room, as happy as a child who had just been given a cookie. A broken spirit who had learned to be happy.

But look at yourself. Profiling this amazing guy when you hardly knew him. That proved you were perfect for this job. Reid called your name and brought you back into reality.

"(Y/N) are you ok? You zoned out or something." He laughed a little.

"Oh I'm fine" you grinned. "Just tired I guess."

"Is something wrong?" He raised his eyebrow looking almost concerned.

"You're beautiful." You said outright. Blatantly. You weren't sure how, or why, or what possessed you to say it. But you admitted it. You told Spencer Reid that he is beautiful.