Random One Shots

Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader: The Collector

A/N: So I've found the new love of my life...I'm sorry I know I have a lot of requests to do but I still need to do a few of my own, ya know? Sorry to anyone expecting a RWBY oneshot.

This takes place during The Fisher King episodes in Season 1-2, when they're trying to decipher the code for the book The Collector.

(Y/N) = Your Name, (L/N) = Last Name,

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or Spencer Reid, unfortunately. He's a babe. My latest obsession. Ruined all of my hopes in a real man XD

You were working away, marking some tests that you had assigned a while ago. You taught at a University in Virginia, a well respected English Literature professor, and you had finished your final lecture for the day a few moments ago. You brushed a stray strand of hair out of your eyes and continued scanning the test, grimacing at this particular student's answers.

You were midway through the pile of work you had to do when your cell phone rang, the sound T.A.R.D.I.S. ringing through the empty room and startling you. Calming your mildly quickened pulse you realized it was the owner of a local bookstore that you frequent often and you were on first name basis with him. You set aside your pen and answered the phone, reclining in your chair.

"How can I help you David?"

"(Y/N), hi. Listen I need to know how familiar you are with an author going by the name of John Fowles, specifically the book The Collector-"

"Originally published in 1963, Great Britain," you interrupted. "Yeah I know it. Why?"

"Do you own a copy?"

"Guilty as charged. David what's going on?"

"Okay, you're going to be getting a call soon from the FBI. They're running some sort of case and for some weird reason they need that book and I don't have it in stock, so I'm going to give them your number okay?"

Your mind was now whirling. Why did the FBI need a book? Why this specific book, this addition- oh. It would be the key to cracking a code. That makes sense.

Quickly you grabbed your jacket and threw the remaining papers into your messenger bag, already running out of your room. "Yeah, give them my number. I'm on my way home to get the book now."

"Thanks (Y/N)," David sighed and hung up.

Luckily for you and the FBI your apartment was within walking distance, so running at the speed you were now you'd make it back in a matter of minutes. You weaved in and out of the crowd, trying not to knock into anyone or trip over something as you went.

You were just nearing your building when your cell went off again, and you quickly answered, trying not to sound too winded.

"(Y/N) (L/N), how may I help you?"

"Ah, Mrs. (L/N)," a slightly hesitant but charming male voice came through the phone, "my name is Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI, can I borrow a moment of your time?"

"David already told me you need the book, I'm just getting through my front door now and the book'll be in my hands in a matter of seconds."

"Thank you. And this is quite important Mrs. (L/N), you're sure that it's the correct edition?"

"I do believe so Dr. Reid, and please, it's not Mrs. Just (Y/N) will do, or Professor if you need a title."