Infiltration - Spencer Reid x Reader

Chapter Eighteen

Reid spoke up timidly. "You definitely shouldn't be alone. Are...are you still up for staying with me? In case you need anything?"

You averted your eyes from Reid for a few seconds before reconnecting with them. "Of course. That would be great, Spencer. Are you positive you don't mind?"

"Of course. You heard what the Doctor and nurse said. No lifting, bending or walking. Speaking of that, let me find the nurse with the wheelchair."

Reid walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him to allow you to change out of your hospital gown. You were surprised to find a pair of your jeans and a shirt lying on a small table in the corner of your room.

Hmm. I guess they got all my stuff together.

It was comforting to know that the few things you had at your undercover residence were recovered. At least you would have a few things of your own for flying back and staying with Reid. You smiled a tiny bit at the thought of staying with Reid again.

I need to stop doing that. He's a colleague. Come on.

You chastised yourself lightly while you changed and then did a sweep of the room to make sure there was nothing else in it. Spencer was waiting outside the door with the wheelchair, and helped you into it. He pushed you to the front desk and you signed out. He left you to wait right outside the building as he jogged to get the car for you. When he pulled up, he hopped out and once again helped you as you stood up and climbed into the SUV. You had never realized how far off the ground they were until you had to step into one with a fresh wound across your stomach.

You groaned a bit and Spencer instinctively loosened his grip on you, as if he thought he was inflicting the pain. You made it into the seat and sat still for a minute to catch your breath while Spencer walked around to the driver side door and got back in. You dutifully buckled your seatbelt as Spencer drove away, placing your hand delicately over your wound to prevent the nylon strap from touching it.

Spencer continuously looked over at you as he drove. You pretended not to notice, but you did...It made your body tingle to feel his eyes on it.

You and Spencer made it to the airport where the BAU's jet (which you were recently informed of) was waiting. Having Spencer help you out of the car and into the plane was a juxtaposition of fantasy and reality. There you were, embarking onto a private jet... bent over, with a recently sutured stab wound in your stomach. Life had a funny way of never being too perfect for you.

The flight home was uneventful other than the fact that all of the BAU members took turns worrying over you. You hadn't been properly introduced to JJ or Rossi yet, and they took extra care to be diligent when they watched over. Despite your introverted nature, you didn't mind having these people hawk over you; It was nice to have people that cared...to not be on your own.

After landing, all five of the agents, Spencer included, scrambled to help you up out of your seat and off the plane. Rossi took your hand before anyone else could, leading you as you made your way down the jet's steps one at a time. You took an immediate liking to Rossi and his good humored nature, making you giggle as you descended, taking your mind away from the sharp pain.

Hotch, Morgan, Rossi, and JJ all said their goodbyes and reiterated once again to give them a call if you needed anything at all, even someone to hang out with. Morgan gave Spencer a smirk and a wink as you two climbed into the same car.

You watched the scenery fly by outside the passenger side window as Spencer drove, sitting in a comfortable silence.

"Here we are," Spencer interrupted your introspection with his voice, raspy from exhaustion. As you slowly unbuckled, Spencer turned off his car's engine and jogged around the front to open your door.

Such a gentleman.

You couldn't help but notice how cute he was, all disheveled. You fantasized about what the inside of his apartment would look like as you two walked into the complex.

Books everywhere, that's for sure.

You wondered what genre he liked. Did he ever read fiction? Did he enjoy the Romantic or Victorian period of literature more? If he could talk to just one author, who...

"Don't mind the mess. I can't sleep at night sometimes..." Reid trailed off as he gestured to the small towers of books around the living room.

"I love it," you blurted out.

Reid blushed. You started to kneel down to examine one of the piles, but felt Spencer's hands grasp your waist.

"(Y/N)! No bending, twisting or lifting anything. Remember?"

You had completely forgotten, but your stomach hadn't. You felt the wound pulse as the sutures strained and slowly came back up, Spencer's hands not leaving your waist.

Does he feel it too?

Electricity shot up through your spine and warmth flooded your body at his touching you like that. You turned around slowly to face him, leaning into him, his hands still on you. You hugged him, resting your head under his chin. Spencer stood completely still at first, and then softened into you, delicately wrapping his arms all the way around your torso.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you," you whispered into his chest.

"You're...you're welcome," Spencer breathed back.

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