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.
You, Hotch, and Reid are in a Chicago police station meeting the lead detective on the new case. Hotch obviously introduces himself first, shaking hands with the detective, then motions to you and Reid, introducing you both as well. The detective extends his hand for Reid to shake but Reid takes a small step back.
"The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering," Spencer rejects the greeting, preferring to wave. "It's actually safer to kiss," he finishes, oblivious to his inference. He gives a nod and thin-lipped smile before sitting down, placing his sugar-filled coffee down on the table.
"He's a slight germaphobe," you whisper to the very confused detective. You shake his hand with a smile then go to find a seat next to Reid. You see that he's already looking over the case file again with energy.
"What's that, your fifth coffee of the day?" you tease him, chuckling of course, and point to his cup. He looks up and watches you take a seat beside him, a slight chuckle escaping his lips that are slightly parted.
"Ah, yes, my fifth coffee today. Can you really blame me? After spending the last thirty-two hours without sleep, it's my only saving grace to get through this case," he taps his temple, a gesture that indicates he knows how to manage his own body and caffeine intake.
"Yeah, well, I don't think having that much caffeine is good for you considering the day basically just began," you chuckle.
"You know, the average adult can safely consume four hundred milligrams of caffeine a day, which equates to roughly four cups of brewed coffee," he pauses, his expression falling to one of focus. "But I suppose that's not counting one's sugar intake...."
You chuckle quietly and lean forward slightly to take his cup away.
"You're cut off."
You take a sip of it for yourself, giving him a teasing look. Reid raises his eyebrows in surprise and amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Ah," you say dramatically after your lips leave the cup. "Thanks for making me this, Spencer!" you joke around more. His expression softens into a fond smile then rolls his eyes dramatically.
"Oh, it was my pleasure," he says very sarcastically, leaning back in his chair in mock-annoyance.
You pull out a list of the people you need to do background checks on and call out the names to Reid so he can find them in the box an officer put on the table before you got there. You both take a few and start looking through them. You glance up at him every once in a while to admire at how much fun he seems to be having looking through paper files. The detective comes in after a few minutes and helps out, sitting down at the other side of the table.
You stare at Reid with a thought on your mind that you just have to ask him. You never get sick of hearing his little rambles and facts. You lower your file and lean forward with enthusiasm.
"Hey," you say to get his attention. Spencer looks up from his own file, his eyebrows slightly raised to indicate he's listening.
"Hmm?"
"Is it even possible for someone to overdose on caffeine?"
"Why yes," he replies, leaning slightly forward in his chair. "It is possible to overdose on caffeine. However, it's generally considered quite difficult, as it would require consuming a ridiculously high amount of caffeine. For instance, there is a case of a fourteen year old who suffered a caffeine overdose after ingesting about two point four grams of caffeine, equivalent to about two hundred cups of coffee in less than two hours."
"That's terrifying," you say honestly but still look very intrigued.. You put your elbow on the table and start talking with your hands, letting out your thoughts.
"But what does caffeine really do to the body?"
"Right well," he begins, a gleam in his eyes. "Caffeine is a stimulant that works by blocking the action of the chemical compound called Adenosine, which is involved in many bodily processes. By blocking Adenosine, caffeine makes us feel more energized and alert. It also increases blood flow to the brain and affects other neurotransmitters in the brain, causing a rapid increase in heart rate and metabolism."
The detective looks up and his eyes dart between you and Reid, finding it strange how you can find him so amusing.
"And it's not just in coffee--" you start.
"It's found in numerous foods and beverages such as tea, chocolate, soda, and even energy drinks. It's one of the most widely consumed psychoactive substances in the world," he finishes. He smiles faintly, the joy of discussing something he's passionate and knowledgeable about clear on his face.
"Do I need to leave the room to give you guys privacy?" The detective asks, half kidding. Your mind is going a mile a minute so you speak without thinking.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind," you reply immediately. Your eyes widen after exactly two seconds when you fully register the detective's expression and the words he spoke.
"I, well, I...." You stutter like crazy, not knowing how to save yourself. Reid coughs awkwardly, his cheeks reddening from the comment. He glances down at the files trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Uh, no, we're good," he says after a moment.
You all go back to combing through files; Reid is having fun, you're fine since you have Reid's sweet coffee, and the detective looks bored out of his mind. You grab the coffee that used to be Reid's and take a few more sips of it.
"Why did you put so much sugar in this thing?" You ask absentmindedly, looking at the cup. Reid raises an eyebrow at the comment, a slight smirk on his face.
"Well, there's actually a very particular reasoning behind it," he explains. "You see, sugar increases the rate of caffeine absorption, making the effect more immediate and more pronounced. So, by adding sugar to the coffee, the caffeine's effect is more potent. It's a neat little trick I picked up."
You watch him explain is reasoning with an adoring smile. The detective chimes in again.
"Well, you're a factually correct young man."
"Factually cute, you mean," you say under your breath, giggling to yourself. What you didn't know was that Reid could hear you; his cheeks blush even more when he hears the comment.
"Thanks," he says quietly, waiting for your eyes to meet his before looking away.
"What?" you say, shocked that he heard you. Now your cheeks are burning up.
All of these one shots are going to be the reader as an agent unless there's a request for something different.
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Spencer Reid One Shots
Fanfiction(F/M) Putting yourself in situations with Spencer Reid, our favourite nerd. You can read about helping him, loving him, and just being near him.
