Criminal Minds One Shots

*Beware the Gemini Part 1 (ReidxMale!Reader)

Requested by TheJokerReject

TRIGGER WARNING: suicide

Y/n giggled.

"Shh," Spencer reminded.

"I'm sorry," y/n said before giggling again. "It's just that I'm really ticklish and you putting your hand there..." y/n was interrupted by a laughing fit.

"Shh! People might hear us and find out!"

"We already know," a voice said from the other side of the door. "Now, Dr. Reid, I would appreciate it if you'd stop playing tonsil tennis with agent y/l/n. We have a meeting in 10."

"Sorry, Rossi," y/n called out before slapping Spencer.

"Oww! What was that for?" Spencer whined, looking down at his boyfriend with his puppy eyes.

"For getting me in trouble!"

"Mmm I thought you liked trouble. Or, at least you did last night—"

"Shut up!" y/n teased, flinging the archive door open and walking out. He straightened his collar as he looked around, making sure no one saw.

"Relax, y/n," Spencer coaxed.

Y/n sighed. "You're right. Let's go get briefed."

The two walked to the meeting room hand in hand.

"Alright my loves," Garcia began. "We've been invited to investigate a case right here in Quantico. This is Don Tello, a 43-year-old woodshop owner."

Y/n squirmed slightly in his seat.

Garcia pressed her clicker, revealing a portly balding man with an impressive mustache. She clicked it again. "His body was found in an alley outside a bar this morning at about 3." An image appeared of Don, this time with his throat slit and shirtless.

"What's on his abdomen?" Morgan asked.

"Looks like Sanskrit," Emily said.

"It's actually Pali," Spencer replied.

"Pali?" JJ asked.

"It's a dead Indian language with roots in Sanskrit," y/n added.

"Okay great. So what's it say?" Rossi pressed.

Everyone but y/n looked blankly at each other before facing Spencer.

"What? I don't know what it says. I'm not gonna spend time learning a language I can't use."

There was a collective sigh before Garcia continued. "Luckily local PD was able to translate it. They're pretty sure it says 'Traitor'."

"Actually that spelling is probably a more direct translation to 'spy'." Y/n swallowed, nervously looking around the room. "What? Just cuz resident genius doesn't know a dead language no one does?"

"So why are be being called in?" Emily asked, setting the team back on track. "Are there any more bodies?"

"No. There's only been this one."

"Then why did we accept the case?" JJ asked. "I didn't approve this case. Did you Hotch?"

All eyes were on the unit chief Aaron Hotchner.

"Yes. I did. I can't tell you why, not yet." He closed his case file and stood up. "We need to go. Everyone be in the garage in 10 minutes."

"What do you think that was about?" y/n asked, his voice wavering.

"I don't know, and I really don't like not knowing," Spencer replied.

Y/n chuckled. "Okay then, Sherlock."