Under My Skin - A Spencer Reid Fanfiction.

Chapter 6: Spencer

 Song for this chapter: Nervous - The Neighbourhood 🎵

"You got me nervous to speak, 

So, I just won't say anything at all,

I've got an urge to release,

And you keep tellin' me to hold on."

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The air in the BAU bullpen was laced with the aftermath of our latest case— one that was straining the minds of every single member. I stood at the whiteboard, markers in hand and my mind firing off into all different directions— aching to connect the dots between the current suspects. We had been going at it for almost 2 weeks now, with still no concrete evidence.

Although days had passed, my mind was still in tangles with the words said at my confrontation with Reid- the feeling of dread after uncovering such a delicate time of his life still clawing at me no matter how hard I tried to suppress them. Every time our eyes met, it felt like a tidal wave of emotions, threatening to spill— anger, irritation, confusion— and I couldn't sort through any of it.

I leaned in closer to the whiteboard, my pen scratching against the surface as I joined another location on the map, trying to make sense of the very complicated geographical profile.

These guys had 'known ' locations pretty much up and down the whole country.

But my concentration shattered as I caught a glimpse of Morgan across the room, his laughter ringing out like a siren. Owch— loud, very loud... He was teasing JJ, but it was Reid standing just out of reach who pulled my attention. The light in his eyes flickered as he laughed, and my heart twisted in my chest.

The moment was interrupted by a new member of the team, a new analyst named Hannah, who runs paperwork for us, her playful and flirtatious demeanour becoming apparent as soon as she met Reid's side. "Hey, pretty boy," She smirked— mocking the pet name almost everyone called him. I felt a familiar heat rise in my cheeks, a mixture of annoyance at the fact she joined practically yesterday and she was already trying to marry half of the men here now to mention the fact that Spencer was allowing it— maybe even enabling it— whilst he was supposed to be helping me over here.

"I need your genius for a moment," Hannah began again. "Can you help me figure out this printer? It has a mind of its own." She said this with the fattest grin on her face, twirling her blonde-streaked hair between her fingers.

I stared across the room, my eyes squinting and brows furrowing at her words visibly.

How could someone be that clueless?

It's a printer woman, not a rocket? Okay, maybe a little harsh— but seriously it's not that difficult. You're hired for your 'amazing' paperwork expertise yet you can't click a few buttons? I rolled my eyes, my stomach twisting with vexation.

"Yeah, I can take a look at it," he said, his words polite but lacking the usual enthusiasm.

Reid, however, looked at her with a half-smile, the one who told me he was more amused than annoyed. Which, in fairness, it was probably the most exciting thing to happen all day. "Sure, let me take a look," he said, pushing his chair back with a squeak, and standing up. He adjusted his trousers, before clearing his throat and moving with her.

As they walked toward the break room, Hannah glanced over her shoulder– a smirk still plastered on her face. "You know, Reid," she said, her voice lowering to a whisper, "If you can save me from this printer, I might owe you something in return."

I felt my heart drop into my stomach, not out of jealousy but out of pure disbelief. Was she really trying to flirt her way into a genius with something as trivial as printer assistance???