Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Vacation

Title: Vacation

Word Count: About 900

Rating: K+

Summary: The BAU is stuck in Hawaii while the jet is under repair.

Requested: Nope.

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"Wait, really?" You ask Hotch in disbelief. He nods.

     "You mean, of all the times for the BAU jet to need repairs..." Penelope begins.

     "It's in Hawaii?" Morgan finishes, raising one curved brow.

     "Well, I'm not complaining," JJ says with a smile, "even if I do wish Will and Henry were here."

     "How long is the jet under repair?" Spencer asks, looking a little apprehensive.

     "It should only be a few days. Like it or not, we're stuck here." Hotch replies.

     "Well, this is great, because I brought a swimsuit!" Pen says, grinning.

     "Why did you bring a swimsuit?" Emily asks, breaking the mildly uncomfortable silence.

     "You have much to learn, my multi-lingual grasshopper." Pen replies with a smile. "You should always bring a swimsuit, wherever you go."

     "I think there are exceptions to that rule." You say, nudging her.

     "Like Greenland." Rossi says.

     "Or Antarctica." JJ adds.

     "You know, Antarctica is actually a desert." Spence cuts in.

     "Okay, I'll bite." Emily says, breaking another uncomfortable silence, "How is Antarctica a desert?"

     "It's covered in snow there. How can it be a desert?" Morgan asks.

     "Yeah, but that snow is actually years and years old. On average, Antarctica only gets about six and a half inches of snow per year. It's just that none of it melts." Spencer replies.

     "Okay, all of this talk about snow is making me cold." You say.

     "Why don't the four of us go out and buy swimsuits?" Pen asks, indicating herself, you, and the other two women.

     "That sounds like a good plan." Emily says, and with that you leave the Honolulu police station and head out into the sun.

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     Pen, Emily, JJ and you had a blast shopping for swimsuits. All of you had smiles on your faces by the time you left the store, each of you carrying a bag. Pen had somehow talked each of you into buying not only a swimsuit each, but also sunglasses, flip flops, and cover ups to match. Pen herself had found a bright pink, sparkling number with ruffles. You knew she'd look great in it.

     You were pretty confident about your own choice, too. It was a very pretty (f/c) two piece that made your breasts look great and somehow seemed to minimize your waist. You loved it.

     It was just past noon when you got back to the hotel. There you find Rossi, relaxing with a cigar and a glass of scotch at the outdoor pool.

     "Really, Rossi?" You ask him, plopping down into the chair next to him.

     "Hey, if I'm going to be forced to go on a vacation, I'm going to at least try to enjoy it." He says.

     "Well, if this is your idea of enjoying a vacation..." You trail off, shaking your head at him. "Where are the rest of the guys?"

     "Hotch is up in his room, Skyping with Jack. Morgan and Reid are at the beach." He says, giving a smirk.

     "Spence is at the beach?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.

     "Don't get too excited."

     "Wha- but-!"

     "I'm joking, kid." He says, smirk back in place.

     "Morgan must have dragged him." Emily says from behind you. You turn, seeing her, JJ and Pen, all in their swimsuits. Each looks gorgeous.

     "Go get your swimsuit on, Y/N!" Pen squeals. JJ and Emily nod vigorously.

     You do as she says, then slide your new cover up, flip flops, and sunglasses on. The four of you then exit the hotel and walk the boardwalk until you see Morgan and Spencer. You hop down into the sand and jog up to them.

     Morgan is in his swim trunks, getting hit on by a ton of women. Spencer, on the other hand, is still fully clothed, clutching his satchel and looking nervous. You walk up to him.

     "Spencer, I know you hate the beach, but..." You begin, looking up at him.

     "But your going in that water, even if we have to force you!" JJ says, laughing.

    "I made him get a swimsuit. He just won't put it on." Morgan cuts in.

     Spencer looks at you imploringly, as if expecting you to help. You look away before his puppy dog eyes can guilt you into helping.

     "Sorry, Spence, I have to agree with them this time." You say. "You're getting into the water."

     He shakes his head at you. Feigning defeat, you shed your cover up and gesture for everyone else to follow you to the water. When you're out of ear shot, you say, "On my count." The others nod imperceptibly.

     "One." You pause when you're all ankle-deep in seawater.

     "Two." You turn, the others mimicking you.

     "Three!" You cry, and you bolt forward. Spencer's eyes widen, and he tries to run, but you're too quick. You grab him under the arms. Morgan grabs his feet, the other girls grabbing his legs. You toss his satchel into the sand, away from the waves, and then walk him to the water. With one toss, the five of you send him flying into the ocean.

     He pops up after a minute, entirely soaked. Your too busy laughing to notice, though.

     Big mistake.

     Suddenly you feel something grab your ankle. You shriek and fall back into the water.

     You pop back up, laughing. Spencer stares at you with a smirk on his face and you splash him. He splashes back, and soon you and the rest of the team are in an all-out water war.

     Unbeknownst to you or the others, Rossi and Hotch are watching from the boardwalk. Smiles light up their faces.

     Ah, vacation.