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.
SPOILERS FOR SEASON 12 AND ON
You and the team just got back from a very exhausting case that ended badly. Everyone is tense and angry, especially Spencer. Ever since he's been back from prison he's been very temperamental, not that anyone can blame him.
You decide to try and cheer everyone up by telling some jokes and being playful. This seems to work on everyone else, but Spencer? He's just getting angrier.
"(Y/F/N), for God's sake!" he shouts suddenly. "Can you just shut up?! This isn't the time for these stupid jokes! Honestly, just sit down and do your damn job!"
You're flabbergasted. Everyone is. You stand there just looking at him with a surprised look for a few seconds then speak once you've fully processed everything.
"Excuse me?" you respond.
Spencer glares at you coldly, his eyes burning with anger.
"You heard me," he snaps. "I'm tired of your stupid jokes and your endless chatter. Can't you read the room? We're in the middle of a stressful situation and all you want to do is crack jokes and act like a damn clown?"
He takes a step towards you, clenching his fists. The whole team looks between you uncomfortably. Luke almost steps in but you wave him to tell him no. You glance down to his fists then back up into his darkening eyes; your face is no longer surprised, but dead serious.
"What, are you gonna punch me?" you say in a lower, serious voice. Spencer looks like he's about to snap; he takes another step towards you, his eyes narrowing and his jaw clenching.
"You better watch your mouth, (L/N)," he says, his voice low and threatening. Your eyebrows shoot up hearing him use your last name for the first time in years.
"I don't have patience for this bullshit right now. If you don't shut up and quit acting like a damn kid, I might just do something I'll regret."
You take a few small steps towards him, still keeping your eyes locked on his.
"You'd never hurt me, Reid," you respond confidently, making sure to accentuate his last name to show him you're not fooling around. He tries to hide it, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
"You don't know that," he retorts. "You don't know what I'm capable of, especially now that I've been in prison."
"I know you're not capable of killing someone in cold blood, no matter the evidence," you counter. "I know you're not capable of hurting a friend, a family member."
Your words seem to hit a nerve with Spencer. His expression falters for just a second before he clenches his jaw and scowls.
"How do you know that? I'm not the same Spencer Reid you knew before. Prison...it changes you. It makes you do things you never thought you were capable of."
He takes another step closer. You glance to our other team members and see just how distraught they are. You make the quick decision to move your little argument away from them; you grab his wrist tightly and drag him out of the bullpen and into JJ's office. Once the door is closed behind you, he jerks his wrist out of your grip and glares at you.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, (L/N)?" he snaps at you.
"It's (Y/N) and you know it!" you yell, letting yourself loose now that the others can't hear or see you. He looks at you with irritation.
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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.
