Infiltration - Spencer Reid x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five

***Mature Content Warning***

You only got a few hours of sleep due to your phone ringing at 8 AM sharp. It was your supervisor, calling you with good news. Before picking it up, you stepped into the living room, not wanting to wake Spencer.

"Hey, (Y/N), good news! Your psych eval passed and you are allowed to go back to work next week."

"Really? That's...that's great." For some reason, you were a bit hesitant. You were ready to get back into the swing of things, but you also knew you would miss spending all of your downtime with Spencer. The FBI had a way of confounding a person's schedule that made having a personal life rather difficult.

"But....I might not be your supervisor anymore. I got a promotion that involves less field-work, which I like the idea of...Samantha would like it if I had some more time to spend with her. Especially because I know we are going to want to think about starting a family soon."

You smiled hard into the phone. "That is amazing! Congratulations. We will have to go out to celebrate ASAP."

"Yes, we will. I'll let Samantha hash out the details with you later though, I'm sure she will call you in a little bit." You smiled again. "But, hey — Don't you want to know who your new supervisor is going to be?"

You hadn't even thought of that. "Of course, who is it? Do I know them?"

"Well...yeah. Because it's you."

"Powell.... WHAT? Are you serious?!"

"Yep. Guess I better get used to referring to you as Supervisory Special Agent (Y/L/N) from now on." You could tell that Powell was grinning on the other end of the line, and you couldn't help but join him.

"This...this is crazy! Powell...thank you. I know you had something to do with this."

"It looks like we have two things to celebrate when we meet up now. And, hey, bring that mystery Agent friend of yours. The one that made you so happy after calling you the other day."

You were out of breath from the excitement of your newfound promotion, and fervently agreed without even thinking about whether or not Spencer wanted to take the next step in whatever relationship you two shared. After all, your friends were family, and their opinions held a lot of weight.

After hanging up the phone, you made your way to the kitchen and began to make coffee and breakfast. You had gone grocery shopping the morning before, and happily decided to go all out: pancakes, eggs, fresh squeezed orange juice. The excitement of your new job exuded into the space around you as you busily went about preparing the food.

While you were waiting for the pan to heat, you searched Spencer's cabinets for some aspirin to give him. You knew that he was going to be hungover, and wanted to make it just a tiny bit easier. Hopefully waking up to food, water, and some headache relief would do the trick.

After finishing up the cooking, you went to check on Spencer. You opened the door to find him groggy, rubbing his eyes from the few rays of sunshine that found their way through the curtains.

"Hey..." You said gently. "How are you feeling?"

He groaned softly, and you sat down on the bed beside him.

"I have something that can help." You opened your hand to reveal the aspirin, and handed over the glass of water as he sat up in the bed. Spencer stared at the pill and his mind seemed far away. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he got out of bed and briskly walked into the bathroom. You heard the sink water running and wondered what the hell the matter was. Was he mad at you for last night? Did he regret it?