Spencer Reid One Shots

Chapter 2: Nothing's Wrong, I Promise

Note: (Y/N) means your name, (Y/F/N) means your full name, (L/N) means last name.
I'm taking requests because writer's block is a thing.

Spencer's always a good judge of character, so when he sees you walk straight to your desk, avoiding everybody, he knows something's up. He immediately gets up and walks up beside you, turning your chair to face him, and leans down a bit at a safe distance.

"What's wrong?" he asks. You avoid eye contact and shake your head.

"Nothing," you say simply, wishing he'd leave you alone. He stands up straight and frowns slightly while crossing his arms.

"Avoiding eye contact, unsteady breaths--"

"Don't profile me!" You cut him off sternly, now looking at him. "Nothing is wrong, I promise, just go do your work."

He sighs gently, dropping his hands to fiddle with a friendship bracelet you gave him for his birthday. You two have grown so close since you started a few years ago so you made him one to show him how much you care about him.

"Come here," he mumbles before grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him to the nearest conference room and shutting the door behind the both of you. You look at the closed door behind him as he leans against it, crossing his arms.

"Nothing's wrong! Why do you insist that something's wrong?" you ask, getting more annoyed. He stays quiet for a few seconds, staring into your eyes before speaking again.

"I know you, (Y/N), I'm not stupid. Tell me what's wrong. It's just me and you in here; you can talk," he gently grabs your hand and squeezes it, encouraging you to speak. You stare at him, actually considering it, then you shake your head and look away from him.

"Seriously, Spencer. Stop it."

He sighs quietly, gently lifting your face so you're forced to look at him again. He gives you a small smile, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger

"I won't force you to tell me anything but you've been acting strange this past week. I know you're upset."

He brushes your cheek with his thumb. The room is silent until you sigh a few moments later. You move his hand from your face and turn around to find a seat. You plop down and pinch the bridge of your nose before looking at him again.

"It's this job," you say quietly. Spencer walks over and sits at the table, right across from you.

"What do you mean? What about it?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. He's confused since you've never had a problem with the job before. As far as he knew, you loved it.

"Nightmares, Spencer," you fold your arms on the table and put your head down. Spencer frowns upon hearing about the nightmares. He reaches over and gently runs his hand through your hair, attempting to comfort you.

"Nightmares about what?"

You quickly lift your head from the table.

"I don't want to talk about them! If I do then they become real and then I really won't be able to function."

He retracts his hand at your sudden outburst and sighs gently.

"I won't force you to tell me about them but you need to talk to someone about this. I know you don't like to talk about feelings and what not, but you have to talk about this," he says to you sweetly and quietly. His voice is always calming when he speaks in that tone.

"They'll haunt me during the day..." You respond just as quiet and in a slightly scared tone. He takes your hand in his own, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb gently.

"They're already haunting you during the day. They aren't going to magically go away if you keep them to yourself."

You look down at your hand in his, liking how comforting it is. You sigh and rest your forehead on your hands.

"A lot of them are of so many children disappearing, then I'm suddenly in the same room as their bodies sprawled on the floor with blood everywhere..." You feel your eyes heat up, knowing that tears could show up any moment.

Spencer feels his heart break. He lifts your head again to look into your eyes.

"I know the exact nightmares you're talking about. I had those exact ones for months after working my very first case with a child. Those nightmares will haunt you if you let them."

"But I've worked cases dealing with children before. It's not like it's because of my first time!"

"And how long have they been going on?"

"Just over a month..."

You feel guilty that you haven't told him until now.

"A month--" He sighs, rubbing his free hand over his face before continuing to speak. "(Y/N), why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you, or at least tried to, since the beginning!" He doesn't sound mad, thankfully, just majorly concerned.

"I didn't think it would get this bad..." you look down again. He moves closer to get you to look up again.

"And that's why you should have told me," he pauses.

"Look at me," he says softly. You lift your head slowly, showing your glossy and red-rimmed eyes. His heart almost fully breaks seeing you like this. He sighs quietly, his hand tightening as he lifts his other hand to wipe away a small tear.

"(Y/N), you can't keep things like this bottled up anymore, okay?"

He scoots closer to you and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your breath hitches as you feel loads of guilt wash over you.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize."

He kisses the side of your head and you hug him back.

"I'm not mad, okay? I'm just more worried that you tried dealing with this on your own. You should have come to me."

"I didn't want to to admit that I'm weak," you admit, your voice cracking slightly. He gently leans back and grabs your chin again, tilting your head up to look at him, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"You are not weak. If anything, you are one of the strongest people I know. It's okay that you're struggling but never forget that you can lean on me when you need to."

His voice really is relaxing when it's quiet and loving. Your lips tug into a small smile.

"Okay," you whisper. He smiles back lovingly, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer, rubbing circles into your back.

"Promise me that you'll come to me when something happens. Whether it's a case that bothers you, or a nightmare, anything."

You sigh quietly, relaxing in his arms.

"I promise."

All of these one shots are going to be the reader as an agent unless there's a request for something different.