Spencer Reid Imagines

Apprentice

A continuation of 'Trainee' from earlier in this book. On the official 25th case of her career, the reader begins to read her co-workers body language and discovers who has been sending her gifts the past two weeks.

PG-13

Looking up from the screen in the palm of her hand, the agent tries to shove the information to the back of her mind. She's received yet another package, from whom she can only imagine was her 'secret admirer'. It started with a bouquet of her favorite flowers at her desk, with a small little note:

To my girl.
Yours,
An admirer.

The sentiment would've been romantic, had Y/N actually had a partner or romantic interest. Flowers turned into a signed copy of her favorite book, expensive boots she'd had her eyes on for weeks, and now, a shipment of what could only be alcohol, as the message from the UPS service stated someone '21 or older' needed to retrieve her package from the office. As she tucked her phone away in her bag, she was drawn away by an officer.

"Agent? Your boss would like to see you." Crossing her arms she moved to follow the officer to find Aaron and Spencer conversing.

"You wanted to see me, Hotch?" She asks before the two men stood, intimidating her.

"I'm sending you and Reid to inform the family of Justin Turner that we've found his body." He solemnly speaks. "I know you have yet to do this, therefore you are only to observe, Spencer will do the speaking." She nods at the eldest, Reid, pointing out the door to signal they were going now. The two walked in silence, something that was not familiar for the two agents, as they usually were preoccupied in case information. But just receiving an ID, they were clueless. She took the driver's seat as Spencer programmed the address into his cell phone. Once they were on their way, she speaks up.

"Hey... you remember those flowers I got a while back?" She mentions.

"Yeah. The carnations? What about them?" He asks, not looking up from his case file.

"Well, I got more of them on Tuesday." She admits, not having told anyone about the other gifts she'd received. Spencer glances up.

"You've still got no clue who sent them, do you?" He asks, siting up. She shakes her head as she merges onto a freeway. She wasn't going to lie, she was freaked out that things were showing up at her apartment. She felt unsafe, which was clearly ironic, considering she of all people was supposed to catch stalkers, not run from them.

"I- oh never mind. It's stupid." The agent soon turned on the radio so the two could relax peacefully. It wasn't long before Spencer shifted slightly, only to look over at the other, seemingly watching her feet. The younger official noticed, and spoke up. "What are you looking at?" She groans.

"Those boots. They're newer. I hadn't realized you'd splurged." He shrugs, before turning to a book from his bag. This was her chance to explain, but she waved it off, knowing there was no real point.

After meeting with the family in question, the mood between the two agents had changed. The drive back to the hotel caused an eerie silence, causing Spencer to shift, noticing Y/N was falling asleep as they drove along dimly lit highway. He smiled, watching as raindrops fell gingerly on the windshield as they began to fall. Slowly, he turned off the highway, finding a stop light in front of him, giving him a chance to look to his side. The agent was propped against the door, hair arrows about her face as she slept. This caused him to reach over and move hair out of her resting face, only to startle her awake. Spencer laughed softly, retreating his hand. "Sorry. You had hair in your mouth." He chuckles, causing the girl to reach up and pull it from her lips.

"Thanks." She mumbles as the light changes, and Reid pulls away from the intersection. "How far from the hotel are we?" The youngest asks.

"About ten minutes. You think you can stay awake that long?" Spencer teases, looking over at her for a moment.

"Yeah, probably. Maybe if I got a snack in, Shag." She states, leaning forward to grab her bag.

"Of course you would have food on you." He rolls his eyes fondly, just as the woman noticed a receipt on the floor, seemingly have fallen from Spencer's satchel. Picking it up, she read the items upon the floral arrangements paper. It had then occurred to her that not only had Spencer known what type of flowers she'd been receiving, but he'd pointed out her shoes, and now was waking her up with 'accidental' caresses of the cheek.

"You sent the flowers... you sent the flowers, the books, the countless clothing articles-"

"The wine. Which did that ship by the way?" He spoke so nonchalantly, Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Y-You sent it all? This has to be some sort of a joke, right?" She asks as the two pull into the parking lot, Reid parking the car and looking at her as the only sound in the vehicle was the ping of rain and the swift movements of the windshield wipers. Spencer's expression showed defeat, as though she's offended him.

"Why would it be a joke? I've spent good money on these things, Y/N." His voice was sincere, and suddenly, she realized what this had meant. Hands flew to her mouth in sheer surprise, only before they fell.

"Spencer why didn't you just tell me? Instead of leading me to believe I had a stalker who knew I liked carnations and Mark Twain, which let me tell you had me freaked out for days." She states with a laugh. Spencer nods.

"The Mystery Gang. You were supposed to figure it out. I guess I dint leave obvious enough clues... or you weren't paying attention enough." He shrugs, k lit for the woman to realize what he spoke of. It wasn't even two days after she'd told him what her favorite flower was that the first bunch came. The candies came next when he found out she had a stash in her drawer at work. The clothing, from the very magazine she'd had from downtime at work, and the wine from dinner at Rossi's house four nights ago.

"Oh my god, how did I not see this? Spence, I am so sorry..." She reaches over, grasping the male's hand before he returns with a warm smile.

"It's okay, really, I didn't think you would get it, so I was going to tell you when we got back anyways." He offers.

"You were planning on it?" She asks, with slight surprise.

"Yeah, I've been asking Morgan for help." His face scrunches in slight embarrassment before the female laughs.

"I don't think you needed it, kid."