Criminal Minds x Reader

Cravings [S.R]

You were an athletic person, insofar as you could tell. You didn't wake up at 5 am to jog, or you didn't run ten blocks in the evening, but as part of the FBI you had to take the physical training so you could easily follow a suspect or whatever your job required. At that time, however, you weren't, or at least you didn't feel like it. If you had been asked you probably would have said you felt like a penguin. You walked like one, anyway.

"Fuck" you muttered. Your pen had fallen to the floor. You pushed back the chair where you were sitting and leaned forward trying to reach the floor. Your only obstacle? Your pregnant belly. You tried to give yourself a downward, springing push, but your hand was no closer than 20 centimeters to the floor. "I'm done" you scoffed, rising to your feet and trying again to grasp the object. You couldn't even see your feet. Great. You sat back down, leaning heavily against the backrest and pointing a scolding finger at the pen. "Now you're gonna stay there"

You walked back to the desk and didn't even make it in time to pick up your cup of tea that someone stood in front of you.

"Hi angel" Spencer said softly, handing you what you had dropped.

You did not take it from him, snorting to yourself. "You can keep it," you replied, "It's mean"

His brows agrotted. "Mean?"

"Yes, mean. It hates me and I hate it back"

He looked at you for a few seconds and then gently touched your cheek. "You are not capable of hating, love"

You stared at him biting your lower lip. He was right. There was no use retorting to a genius.

His eyes softened and he withdrew his hand. "Can I get you something?"

"Yes" you replied instantly.

He nodded. "What do you need?"

"Antacids. Like a lot"

"But we bought them yesterday"

"And now they're all gone"

"You shouldn't take so many," he said, "An exaggerated amount doesn't help you but makes it worse. It has an opposite effect"

You gave him a look he knew all too well. At that moment Derek arrived, coffee in hand, and laughed, shaking his head. "And you should know better than to contradict a pregnant woman, pretty boy"

He patted Spencer on the shoulder, who stared at the ground.

"There you go. Tell him" you said to your colleague, looking wide-eyed at your boyfriend who was now starting to be scared of you.

He blinked broadly. "Right, sorry, Antacids it is. Need anything else?"

"Food" you replied immediately.

"What kind of food?"

"Dried meat"

If he was shocked before, he was even more now. "I don't think it's gonna help with your indigestion"

"Oh really?" you retorted, "Well, dear Spencer, you should have thought of that before you got me preg-"

"On it. Yeah" he interrupted you, cheeks flushed.

"And a cherry soda," you said, "And some cucumbers. Buy mustard too"

He blinked at you. You raised a brow. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing!" he raised his hands. "I'll be back in half an hour" he kissed your head and thus walked away.

You smiled contentedly, turning your attencion to the file in front of you.

"You have some strange food craving, mama" Derek's voice boomed in the office.

You looked at him. "Do you have something to tell me, Morgan?" you said defiantly.

"No, he doesn't," interrupted Hotch, "I need my agents to stay alive"