It was a cold gloomy day at the bau, the wind sneaking through the blinds, blowing them every which way... the shitty back door opening and closing from the random gusts of wind, chilling the room.
Thunder and lightning striking time after time, rain banging on the roof. Morgan walking up behind people going 'ah' anytime the sky lit up with a big ole bolt.
But the scariest thing of them all? The once again, very awkward tension between me and Dr. Spencer Reid. It was so quiet between our desks you could hear a pin drop. Anytime he picked up his coffee cup I could quite literally hear the liquid sizzle as it hit his soft lips...
no no no no no
You don't even know this man... I put my head in my hands, quivering my lip as I stared at the bright blank screen on my computer sitting infront of me.
I was supposed to write my thoughts on a recent case we'd been on, but all I could think about was two weeks ago when Spencer brought me home.
Yes, two weeks ago. It made things awkward between the two of us for awhile, hell it was still pretty awkward... but at least now we just kinda kept to ourselves and didn't say anything unless it was work related I guess.
From what I know, JJ never said anything or told anybody... but, what do I know? Maybe she told everybody and they just knew how to hide the fact that they knew what we did. They knew what had happened that night. They were profilers after all...
I glanced up at him, his legs kicked up on his desk as he scanned through a book looking for more clues to whatever he was working on. He hadn't been himself recently, or at least the version of him that I'd originally met.
I'd been working here a little over a month, and not once have I seen Spencer reid chilling in a button up, no tie, no sweater vest, no nothing. Just a button up, three or so buttons undone, his collar popped... sleeves rolled up to his elbows...
I mean, hey... even if it was awkward between us, at least he wasn't too bad to look at... not too bad at all. "Can I help you?" His brows were furrowed, the expression on him unreadable... what was he thinking about..? Was he mad? Was he mad at me..?
"Huh?" I snapped out of it, furrowing my own brows as I pulled the pen from my lips I'd been practically drooling on.
"Well, you're just staring at me." I paused.
"My bad." I went back to the blank doc and began typing, but now he was the one staring at me. "Can I help you, Dr. Reid?" He smirked.
"I mean you could," He stood up, bending down beside me as he reached for my coffee cup. "But that wouldn't be very work appropriate." He pushed a stray hair behind my ear, grinning as he walked away to put our cups in the sink.
Did he really say that or... I just sank further into my seat, shivering from the cold air filling the building. "Here." He threw a pullover at me, carrying a fresh cup of coffee to his desk.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." I rolled my eyes at the hasty tone, chewing on a granola bar as I watched the rain bang harder against the windows.
The day was going by sooo slow. All I wanted to do was just go home and curl up in my bed, and cuddle up with my cat, Mittens.
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knock knock
I bolted to the door, grabbing a twenty in exchange for my everything pizza. Mittens meowed at me, in hopes I'd give him a slice.
"Sorry, Mittens." I carried the box back to my bed, not even worried about the grease as I was way too drained to even think about grabbing a plate right now.
