Neighbors (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One

Spencer Reid took pride in his ability to regulate his emotions. It kept him safe in the workplace. It made living in a garbage apartment complex manageable. However, around his new neighbor he couldn't help but feel annoyed. She wasn't a bad neighbor by any means, in fact, she was the ideal neighbor. Quiet all the time, never had any smells emitting from her room, never got in the way. But something about her presence just bothered him. Maybe it was the way she walked, or always acted nice no matter how exhausted she seemed. Nobody could be that pleasant, especially not an ex-con, and it made him uncomfortable. He wanted to profile her, if he was being honest with himself.
As he dug through his bag for his door key, he heard his neighbor approach. "Hello, Doctor," she said, somewhat sleepily. Reid checked the time on his watch; this was later than she normally got home. Not that he cared. She was holding a plate covered in plastic wrap. The food was still warm by the looks of it. "Hello, L/N," he replied, turning back to his door. "It's late, huh? I actually just got back from a party, if you could believe it." Oh. So she did have a social life. Interesting. "Okay." He twisted the key in his lock, opening his door slowly. "I was wondering if you'd like this plate of leftovers? It's ribs, and there's some pasta salad, too. I only took it to be nice... I'm a vegetarian. I don't want to throw it away..."

"Oh, um, yeah, sure." Spencer turned to take it, surprised she wasn't closer to him. He took a step forward to grab it and noticed a fading bruise under her eye. "What happened to your face?" He asked quickly, taking immediate note of how she moved half a step back and subconsciously put a hand over the bruise. "Nothing." So it was a touchy subject, probably a close friend, or partner. Not that he cared. He couldn't care less what she did. "Oh, well, goodnight then."

Rather quickly he turned back into his apartment and shut the door. Finally home. The latest unsub kept him on the road for a week; he was dead tired. Reid set his go bag by the door and the plate L/N gave him on his table. He would eat in a second, first he had to unwind. "Welp. Time for a shower..."