Spencer Reid/Matthew Gray Gubler One Shots

New Chapter - Spencer Reid

You held the camera up to your face. You glanced through the lens, framing the shot. The sun was just beginning to set and it was casting fantastic shadows and the sun was hitting the river just right, creating a lovely shimmering effect. You were just hoping that it would translate well to film. You snapped in rapid progression, sure that at least one of the shots would turn out how you imagined. You pulled the camera away so you could look at the small screen. Scrolling through the pictures, you smiled as one in particular captured your imagination. "This one is perfect," You stated as you walked up to stand next to your subject. You passed the camera over to him and he grasped it with both hands.

"Wow, this is amazing (Y/N)." He handed the camera back to you.

"I think that it will look even better in black and white. I'll play with them when I get back home." You turned around and made your way over to the bench where you were storing your belongings. Carefully placing the camera in its protective case, you sat down, placing the case on the ground next to your feet.

You glanced up at your friend. He was leaning against the cold railing, staring out over the expanse of the flowing river. His lanky frame was covered in a dark coat, stopping mid-thigh. His hair was a mess, as it always was, and hung in soft, touchable curls a few inches above his shoulders.

He turned at that moment, catching your eye, "Are you going to tell me what has been bugging you lately?"

"I don't really want to talk about it Spencer." You glanced down at your hands in your lap. They were tightly clenched together, one of your tell-tell signs that you were hiding something.

"(Y/N) you know that you can tell me anything, right?" Spencer crossed the short distance and took a seat next to you, turning his body towards you, his knee pressed against your leg.

"I don't know Spence. This is something that I don't want to burden you with." You couldn't look at him, for if you did, you would crack.

"Will you please look at me," He reached over, his hand cupping your chin. He delicately turned your head, forcing you to face him. "Please (Y/N), tell me what's on your mind."

That was it, the damn broke and the tears started to stream down your face. "He's left me Spencer. He packed his bags and left the house a few months ago and now, now he has served me with divorce papers." You felt Spencer take your hand in his, giving you some comfort and strength.

"Why did you feel the need to keep this information from me? You don't always have to shoulder everything by yourself (Y/N). You have people in your life that you can lean on. You have me." Spencer gave your hand a quick squeeze before standing up and pulling you with him. "Come on, let's go and grab a cup of coffee, get out of this cold."

He didn't let go of your hand as he bent down to pick up your camera bag. He didn't let go of your hand as he pulled you towards him, hugging you to his side. He did let go your hand as his arm snaked around your shoulders. You felt warm and safe tucked up into Spencer's side and as you walked along the quiet promenade your mind started to wander.

You had first met Spencer Reid several years ago, at a Doctor Who convention of all places. You had been there with a friend and Spencer had caught your eye almost immediately. He was shy, but thankfully, you were not. You had approached him, cracking some Doctor Who inspired joke and managing to get a glimpse of his killer smile for the first time. His smarts, his wit, his kind heart all continued to draw you towards him and over the next few weeks, your friendship blossomed. If you hadn't met your future husband, just a few months before, things with Spencer would probably have been completely different. Spencer had stuck by your side though and you had made sure to respect both your marriage and your friendship. You and Spencer spent plenty of time together, but you were rarely alone. Always with your group of friends, always keeping things platonic, always making sure to keep him at arm's length. Now though, as you grew closer to the small shop, you had no reservations about being this intimate with your friend.