Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Just A Cold

Title: Just A Cold

Length: 1112 words

Rating: K+

Summary: The reader gets sick during a case and Spencer takes care of her.

Requested by: @fersnchez9

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"Tell me where she... ah-" Oh no, you thought. You were about to sneeze. You lifted your elbow quickly.

     You sneezed. You tried to be discreet, but it didn't work. The UnSub, George Smith, whom you were currently interrogating, gave you an odd look. You rushed to put your 'Alpha Female' facade back up, wiping your features clean of all emotion. Hotch would be jealous.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as he opened the door to the interrogation room. He beckoned you out, his face as blank of emotions as yours. You stood, pushing the chair in and leaving the room without a backward glance. The door shut with a quiet snick behind you.

"You can't go back in there." Hotch said, right to the point.

"Wha-?" You began to say, but then cut yourself off with another sneeze.

"Morgan, it's your turn." Hotch said, turning away, his dismissal clear in his voice. You sighed. You knew why you couldn't go back in- your facade had fallen, and George prayed on the non-threatening types of women- but that didn't mean you had to like it.

Well, if that's what it takes to find this girl before it's too late, you thought, turning away from the two-way mirror. You coughed into your elbow, your throat feeling scratchy. You'd been working this case for nearly a week. This man, George Smith, had been abducting, killing, and raping women for the past month. In that order, you think with a shudder. Necrophilia had always grossed you out. The only reason you believed his latest victim to be alive was because of the connection between her and the UnSub; she and Smith were brother and sister.

You coughed into your elbow again. All you wanted was for the SOB in the interrogation room to give up the location of his hideout so you could all go home. You glanced around. Everyone was feeling the effects of the case: Hotch was even quieter than usual, the same as JJ and Prentiss, Rossi was actually asleep at the moment, and the shadows under Spencer's eyes were even darker than what was normal for the insomniac genius.

Spencer. Even with the dark shadows beneath his eyes, he was still as good-looking as ever. He was seated cross-legged on the table, his light brown eyes flying over the pages. His dark, slightly long hair was mussed in an 'I-just-got-out-of-bed' kind of way. His tongue poked out from between his lips. The entire image was sexy as hell.

Unfortunately, you couldn't think that way. You were coworkers and good friends, true, but you knew he didn't think of you in that way. Not that you'd asked him. You couldn't risk ruining your friendship.

You sneezed again. At this, Spencer looked up, catching you staring at him. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked away.

     "Y/N, are you okay?" Spencer asked, looking at you in concern.

     "I'm fine. Don't worry, Spence." You said, giving him a (fake) smile.

     JJ and Emily looked over at you, looking concerned as well. "Are you sure, Y/N?" Emily asked, "You've been sneezing and coughing all day."

     "It's just a cold. Let's wrap up this case so we can go home." You said. Another fake smile is plastered to your face. You actually don't feel all that great. Still, you don't want to worry the team.

     Despite how bad you felt, you smiled in satisfaction along with the rest of the team when George finally broke, giving up the location of his hiding spot. You went with the others to free his sister, accepted her thanks, and were on the jet heading home that night.

     You listened to the soft breathing of the rest of the team from your spot on the couch. The jet hummed around you quietly, and you would've found it lulling if you weren't so sick. You coughed quietly into your elbow, trying to muffle the sound.

     Apparently you weren't quiet enough. Spencer sat up on the couch across from you, rubbing his eyes. He looked at you for a moment.

     "Sorry," you said, giving him an apologetic (and real) smile.

     "It's okay." He said. He pushed the blanket off of his long legs and stood, crossing the jet to sit next to you. "How are you feeling?"

     You bit your lip for a moment, then said, "I'm fine. It's just a cold."

     "Come on, Y/N, I know you're lying. That was your tell just then." He said.

     From his seat next to you, he reached out, placing his hand against your cheek. Your breath hitched.

     "You're burning up." He said quietly.

     Just as you were about to respond, your seat jolted. No, actually the whole jet jolted. You'd hit turbulence.

     The jolting and your nerves were a bad combination. You jumped up and ran to the bathroom, leaving Spencer behind. You had just barely shut the door behind you and leaned over the toilet when you began to heave. You hair hung in the way and you vaguely wished you'd tied it back before. No sooner than you had thought it did a pair of hands gently pull your hair back and hold it there. You heaved once more, emptying your stomach of its contents, and then sat there, coughing and breathing heavily.

     You say back on your heels, and the hands relinquished their grip on your (H/C) tresses. Those same hands rubbed your shoulders reassuringly, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced back, and, seeing Spencer there, you felt your face heat up. His beautiful dark eyes were filled with concern. 

     "Just a cold, huh?" He asked, sitting next to you and folding his long legs beneath him in just a slightly awkward way.

     "Shut up." You said, but you smiled slightly.

     "When we land, you can come straight to my apartment, okay? I can make some pretty good chicken soup, and we can watch Harry Potter again." He said.

     "Spencer Reid, you are a criminally nice person." You said, smile still on your lips.

     "Around the right people." He acknowledged. Then he leaned forward, grabbed your face in his hands, and pressed a kiss to your flushed forehead, making your cheeks go even redder.

     You stare at him with wide eyes as he pulls back. He looks nervous.

     "If I weren't so sick, I'd kiss you back. And possibly in a different place." You said, hoping to all the major deities  you could think of that you hadn't misread him.

     To your relief, he smiled.

     "I guess I'll just have to wait until then."