Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Jealous?

Title: Jealous?

Word Count: about 1600

Rating: T

Summary: Spencer gets jealous when a Sheriff hits on the reader.

Requested by: @DeathItself101

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     "Prentiss and Morgan, you head over to the ME's. JJ, Rossi, you go to the crime scene. Reid, Y/N, come with me to the station." Hotch says from his seat beside Rossi on the jet. You and Spence glance at each other and then back at Hotch, nodding.

     As the plane begins to land, you glance up at the images on the TV screen where Garcia's face is usually displayed. Instead of her cheerful visage, though, you are caught by the piercing gazes of three dead women, their real eyes replaced by glass ones. You shudder. No matter how often you see creepy, terrible things, you can never seem to get used to them.

"You okay?" Spencer asks, catching your freaked-out expression. You nod, smiling at him weakly.

You hop down the last two steps on the plane's stairs. Your breasts bounce in a not-too-pleasant way. People always seemed to notice that particular area of your body first. While you considered yourself curvy, you had been called chubby once or twice. Not that you cared all that much.

"I call shotgun!" You cry when you, Spence, and Hotch neared the black SUV you'd be taking. Both Spence and-surprise!- Hotch smiled at your childish actions.

     After a quick drive, you found yourself at the station. Popping the clasp on your seatbelt, you hopped out of the car and followed Hotch and Spence in to meet the Sheriff of the Austen Police Department smoothing your (f/c) shirt as you went.

"Welcome to Texas!" The Sheriff says jovially as Hotch moved forward to shake his hand. "I must say, I thought your team would be bigger."

"Four of our agents are already investigating." Hotch replies, moving back so that you could shake hands with the man.

"Hit the ground running, did ya?" He says, with another smile, "I'm Sheriff Hawthorn."

"That's Dr. Spencer Reid," -Spence gave a wave- "and this is Agent Y/L/N."
Hotch says.

You move forward and shake Hawthorn's hand. He holds on a little longer than is socially acceptable. This sends a shiver down your spine, and not the good kind.

"I have to say, Miss Y/L/N, if the rest of your team is as good looking as you, I may not be able to focus on this case." He says, winking at you.

You try to hide the look of disgust that wants to display itself proudly on your face. Instead you try to give him a smile. Your attempt must work, though, because Hawthorn looks delighted. "Can you show us to the area where we're supposed to set up?"

"Right this way." He says, putting his hand on your lower back and leading you toward an adjacent room. You glance at Hotch, who is giving you an apologetic look. You glance at Spence, too, but he isn't looking at you. He's glaring daggers at Hawthorn. Is he... jealous? You immediately dismiss the idea. He'd never shown anything but platonic affection for you. Besides, anyone could see that you didn't like Hawthorn. Well, anyone but Hawthorn himself, it seemed.

     Once Hawthorn had left, you began to set up the evidence boards with Spencer. He was very quiet during the whole thing, not even blurting out the random facts you liked so much. So, following his lead, you were silent as well.

     Once the team got back and shared what they'd learned, Hawthorn began to pop in and check on the team's progress. Each time, he'd stand next to you, just a little too close, putting his hand on your shoulder or lower back. Whenever you passed him, he'd brush up against you, and then pretend it was an accident. He made comments about your appearance, complemented you on your outfits, and made sure to always be wherever you were. What was worse, whenever Spencer saw this, he would scowl and leave the room as fast as possible without a word.