Spencer Reid One Shots

Chapter 10: Such A Cliché

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're annoyed. When you heard you had to partner up for the hotel rooms, you were excited to be with Emily, not Spencer. You and Emily have really kicked it off ever since you joined the team two years ago. Not Spencer. Apparently Morgan would much rather share with Hotch than Spencer, and Rossi wasn't even on this case, meaning at least one of the girls would have to room with him. Why not JJ? Her and Spencer are best friends!

This was on purpose, wasn't it? They knew you Spencer have a hard time getting along so JJ chose Emily and Morgan chose Hotch. Great.

You wait for Spencer to unlock the hotel door and you walk in when he holds it open for you. You're not surprised he let you in first; he's a nice guy. You sigh as you see the only bed in the room, then go to the bathroom to wash your face and change clothes. You stare at yourself in the mirror when you're done and remind yourself that this might be only for one or two nights. It's not forever, even though it might feel like it.

You exit the bathroom and see Spencer in flannel pajamas and making a sleeping space on the floor with a blanket and a pillow. Of course he'd do this.

"Wha-?"

You take a few steps closer to him.

"What are you doing?" you ask in an annoyed and judgy tone.

"Making a spot to sleep on the floor. You can take the bed," he says, glancing up at you while fixing the blanket. You sigh and bend down to grab the blanket away from him.

"You take the bed," you say, annoyed. "I'll use the chair."

He raises his eyebrows slightly and stands up to face you.

"And be uncomfortable all night?" He crosses his arms. "No, that won't do. I'm not letting you toss and turn all night in that chair."

You sigh louder and cross your arms as well.

"We can do this all night. Or you can sleep in the bed."

You take the pillow that he put on the floor, fluff it a bit, then put it on the chair. He shakes his head in annoyance and watches you. You're the most stubborn person he knows, but it's endearing in its own way; he kind of likes to rile you up sometimes and that's kind of why you two don't really get along.

"Are you that uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping in the same bed as me?" he asks with a small chuckle but still sounds kind of hurt. You cave.

"Fine!" you groan, throwing your hands in the air. You throw the pillow back on the bed and plop down, pulling the covers over yourself dramatically. He can sense your annoyance, obviously, but there's something else that he can't quite pinpoint. He walks over to the bed and stands at the edge of it.

"Are you sure you're fine with this--"

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable because of me," you cut him off with your annoyed tone, staring in front of you instead of at him. His expression softens further, your honest answer surprising him a bit. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to you.

"I appreciate that," he says genuinely. "Can...can you look at me for a second?"

You roll over a bit, moving the blankets away from your face, and finally look at him.

"Why?"

The annoyance in your voice is still apparent. He takes a moment before speaking.

"You just seem kind of...off. Like there's more than annoyance going on here."

You roll onto your back and sigh, resting your arm on your forehead and stare at the ceiling.

"I just...wanted to share a room with Emily. She's...the only person who gets me, you know?" you admit. He senses the vulnerability in your voice and empathizes with you; that's why him and JJ are so close.

"Yeah, I do know..." he responds softly. He then looks back at you and smirks a little, bringing a slight playfulness to his demeanor.

"So I'm second best, hm?"

You laugh and look at him with the same playfulness.

"Ha, no, you're last best. Actually that would be Hotch...but you're second last best!"

You both laugh at your dumb rankings, being more comfortable in the room now that the tension is lifted a bit.

"Second last? Ouch, that stings," he dramatically winces. He now wants to show you that you can trust him too.

You stare at him for a second then avert your gaze back up at the ceiling. He gets situated beside you and looks at the ceiling as well.

"You're close with JJ...have you ever had a crush on her?" you ask randomly. It just kind of popped into your head. He wasn't expecting that question; he chuckles and pauses.

"No. We've been through a lot together but I've never had feelings for her beyond a strong friendship," his breathing picks up slightly and you look over to him with a playful smile.

"You're lying," you say bluntly. His cheeks go pink and chuckles, shaking his head.

"Hey, I'm a profiler too, I can sense a lie," you add.

You're good at reading him. It's annoying.

"Okay, you got me. I may have had a slight crush on JJ when we first started working together. I, uh, found it endearing that she was the only one that called me "Spence"," he admits, his smile sheepish. He glances over at you with his eyebrow raised.

"But it was nothing serious," he adds.

You smile at him a little longer, looking into both of his eyes, then sigh quietly.

"Sorry for the way I acted earlier," you say quietly. He can see the tiredness in your eyes and he knows you're being sincere.

"It's okay," he responds gently, his gaze steady. The day as been long and you both need rest.

Your eyes drift down to the blanket then finally close; it feels nice to relax your eyelids. He stares at you a little longer then rolls over to turn off the lamp, making the room completely dark. Your eyes open slowly to look at him, seeing his back to you in a comfortable position. Maybe it was stupid to argue with him a lot, to tease him and not actually try to befriend him.

In the morning, your bodies are slightly closer and you find yourself on your back. You stretch a little and sigh, fluttering your eyes open. You look around the room before you eyes land on Spencer still sleeping on his side facing you, finding his sleeping face cute.

Damn it.

He feels you moving a little bit and opens his eyes very slowly, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Good morning," he says in his raspy morning voice.

Damn it!

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