paint and literature ♡ [spencer reid]

part 5- blood hungry

The job of fighting crime and stopping serial killers was time-consuming and required a profiler's complete concentration while on assignment.

Spencer Reid was trying very hard not to think about the girl who just moved in, even when hunting a killer who drinks their victim's blood.

"Reid?" Hotch nudged, everyone was staring at him with case files in hand, probably dying to know a statistic about killers that drink their victims up.

"Were there any signs of a ritual involving organ removal?" The Doctor eventually chimed in, Derek sitting beside him with a grin.

"No. The organs were removed post-mortem." Hotch replied.

"The crime scene was a mess." Gideon added, glaring at Spencer, "He's disorganized and highly violent."

"Wheels up in 30," Hotch called out.

As the room cleared, Reid was cornered by Morgan.

"So, has Pretty Boy finally found his game?" He laughed, Emily hitting him to stop. Although he showed no intention of doing that.

"I've no idea what you're talking about.." He bluffed back, trying to leave the room.

"I think someone's got you feeling all hot and heavy, so spill." He glared at him.

"I feel as though this is the perfect time to use one of those 'your mother' jokes that Emily speaks of.." He responded, using the shock on Morgan's face to flee the room.

Morgan turned to the girl behind him, the one who was hysterically laughing.

"You are a bad influence on him and I do not support this union." He stated.

"Like the union between me and your mother?" She laughed, leaving Morgan with a face of overwhelming disappointment.

The case was, for lack of a better word, alarming. Spencer spent time toying with the idea of whether he was dealing with a ritualistic or religious murder series. Evidence fit into every theory the team could think of, organs being stolen, even the abduction of a young boy named Wally.

It had taken days but, eventually, Eddie Mays had been identified as the unsub and he had been drinking the blood of his victims.

The case had taken a few days and while on the plane back, the comment made by the new girl in D2 stayed with him. He found so much excitement in the fact that she had noticed he was gone for that long, thrilled even. It was strange that even though it was something so small, he felt elated.

"Someone's looking happy.." Morgan had appeared in front of him, looking down with an evil smile.

"Yes I am, I am reading about the oldest carbon-dated faeces, do you care to join me?" Spencer smirked, Morgan, sat down beside him.

"What's her name, Reid?" He asked bluntly.

"D4." He responded.

"Spencer are you having sex with a robot?!" He asked in horror.

"Ew, no, you're so weird. She moved into an apartment on my floor, I don't know her name she won't tell me it." He explained.

"Why don't you just call Garcia and ask her to cook a name up?" He said as if was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Because then your 'baby girl' would know about her." Reid stared him down.

"That is true, we do not know what she would do with that information."

"She scares me, Morgan."

"I sleep with one eye open just in case." Morgan shivered.

"Do I make a 'move' on her? We live on the same floor and I could make things awkward." Spencer explained to him, the god of women then taking a moment to consider it.

"What does she do?" Morgan asked, Spencer knew that telling him all this would one day come back to haunt him.

"Paints, she's an artist." He foolishly told him.

"Hm, if you want to make a move, I believe in you, Pretty Boy. The other option is letting it move at a natural flow. Then once you secure it, you let your hips also move at a natural flow, if you get what I'm saying." He smirked, leaning back in his seat on the plane and winking at Spencer.

"You disgust me." He said as the only possible response.

"I was hoping I would inspire you." He smiled back, Emily had heard his silly comment and appeared from the seat behind him and slapped him across the head. "You see Reid, she wants me so bad."

That just resulted in another, harder slap.

For the rest of the plane ride, instead of considering something logical or scientific, Reid allowed his developing crush on his neighbour to take over his mind. The possibility of something between them excited him and he could not wait to discover if something was possible.