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
Inspired by Crazy In Love by Beyoncé
WARNING: A tad spicy
Spencer Reid...
You can look—no—stare so deep in his eyes whenever you talk. You want to touch him more and more every time you're around him. When he leaves a room, you want to beg him not to go, not to leave your presence...you think you're going crazy; he always looks normal and nonchalant around you.
Your heart skips whenever you're with him, like now, at the police station, working on a geological profile. Just you two, no one else.
You set a coffee cup from the closest café in front of him as he looks down at a map with a bunch of markings on it. Spencer briefly looks up from the map he's studying, noticing the coffee that you set next to him on the table. His eyes move up to your face, his smile widening slightly as he takes in the sight of you standing there.
So captivating...
"What are those for? The markings," you gesture to the map subtly.
As he leans over the table, his hair falls slightly into his face, giving him a disheveled, yet utterly captivating appearance. He doesn't seem to notice how he's affecting you as he speaks, softly but confidently.
Oh my god.
"These markings represent the locations of each of the crime scenes. We're using them to try and identify patterns or connections between each location."
"Well, where has he dumped the bodies so far?" You look over his shoulder, your heart beating fast being so close to him, and you see he had circled those spots in a red marker.
Spencer's heart stutters for a moment, his body tensing up as he is suddenly aware of your proximity. However, he quickly reigns in his emotions, focusing instead on the question you've asked.
He gestures to the spots on the map that he had circled in red, his voice a soft, thoughtful murmur.
"The bodies have been dumped in these locations here," he says, his fingers tapping the locations. "I think the unsub may be choosing these sites based on certain geographical features."
"Like?" you encourage him to explain further. Spencer's eyes move back and forth between the map and your face. He takes a deep breath, appreciating the chance to delve deeper into the case.
"Well, I've found that the locations share some geographical similarities," he says, pointing at specific features on the map. "Each location is a high point in the topography, usually on a ridge or hill, with good visibility and potentially some degree of isolation. I believe the unsub may be choosing these areas because they offer a good vantage point and a sense of control and power."
"So basically all hills are a potential dump site," you sigh and plop yourself in the closest chair. "Great."
Spencer chuckles softly at your sarcastic response, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He doesn't move from his hunched over position, just looks up at you through his eyebrows.
Holy—
"Well, it's not quite that simple," he says, his voice gentle despite the sarcastic comment. "While it's true that there are many potential dump sites based on those geographical features, we're also taking into account other factors, such as accessibility, proximity to major roads, and any potential witnesses or security cameras in the area."
You pull the chair closer to him again to look at the map closely.
"So, if the comfort zone is here..." You place your finger on the map. "...then his dump sites are getting further away from the center." You drag your finger down lightly, following the circles he drew. He's almost completely captivated by it.
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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.
