Neighbors (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Forty Eight

- The team was glad to see you again. We should go out with them sometime.
Spencer's text made you smile. You'd missed them and it was nice to know they felt the same. He let you know he'd be home not long after you, hopefully with some take out. Still smiling, you opened your laptop to look at the house he's mentioned earlier. It was slightly further out, so you'd both have to drive to work, but it was a gorgeous two story with a huge backyard. You both agreed yes on kids. Not anytime soon, but hopefully in the future.

"More than one," Spencer had said, "So nobody is lonely." He was referring to his own childhood, and you agreed. "Of course. Do you want boys or girls or both?" Both of you knew you had no control over that, but it was one of those late night conversations with Spencer reading on the floor and you laying on the bed, your face hanging off the side. He'd smiled. "I'm fine with whatever happens. You know that." You'd rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah but if you had to pick one, what would you choose?" Spencer joined you on the bed and kissed your cheek. "I want a daughter, and we'll name her Elle."

"Why Elle?" It was an innocent question, asked purely out of curiosity. You'd noticed the way his gaze softened. He'd seemed to look past you- like he was remembering something. After a few minutes, he'd looked away. "She was a friend." Your curiosity begged you to ask more, to press. There was very little Spencer his from you. Yet something in his voice made you hesitate. This was a sore subject. Spencer said was. There was a chance this friend had died. "We don't have to talk about it," you'd said softly, putting a hand on his back. He'd just smiled and kissed you, saying thanks before changing the subject.

The sound of the door opening reminded you of current Spencer. "I'm home!" He called. A pleasant smell filled the apartment- there was that food he promised. "Hey Spence," you said softly, walking out to go kiss him. "Smells good, what'd you get?" He looked at you curiously. It was his profiling look. "Chow mein. Hey uh, you okay? You look like you're thinking about something."

"I thought I told you not to profile me," you said as you gave his arm a light smack. He laughed and set the food on the table. "It's hard to turn it off sometimes. Sorry love." Spencer kissed your forehead. "What's on your mind? It's better to communicate, Y/N, I promise." You nodded. "Thinking about the conversation we had the other night." It took him less than a second to piece it together. "You're wondering about Elle?"

"Yeah. Is that okay?" He gestured at the table and sat down. "Let me tell you the story of a woman named Elle Greenaway."