countless encounters || spencer reid

t w e n t y - t w o // date

The next morning, or almost noon, Spencer unlocks the door to his apartment, untying his tie whilst kicking off his shoes on his way to his bed.

The latest case they wrapped up only a few hours ago has taken him and his team less time than they had estimated, which is good. But it still left everyone feeling exhausted, seeing as they had worked the whole of yesterday and last night, only boarding the plane in the early hours of today.

He squints his eyes as he scans his room because the sunlight from outside that travels through his window blinded him momentarily.

Whilst he buries his face in his pillow and tries to find a comfortable position to rest in for a few hours, Violet is nearly ending her shift.

A bundle of mixed emotions has unfolded in her stomach and she felt odd when Judy had wiggled her eyebrows at her yesterday, nudging her whilst asking if there was 'trouble in paradise'.

Violet had been perplexed at first because she didn't think this could apply to her and Spencer's relationship. She didn't mind that much though and explained, Judy listening and nodding understandingly while she was doing so.

Charlie apologised a few more times when Violet had came back into the shop but she brushed him off. She knew he hadn't meant it like that- it is her fault as she hurt Spencer's feelings with what she said but she is hoping to fix that tonight. Charlie asked her a couple more times what her intentions with the agent were but she ignored his questions, she herself didn't really know.

As she serves today's customers with hot beverages and plates full of baked goods or sandwiches, she feels the nerves expand with every second ticking by.

She hopes that things between her and Spencer won't be awkward. But she also hopes to get to know where they stand and in which direction this, whatever this is, evolves.

________

Violet didn't know how to dress. After she raided her entire wardrobe and its contents were carelessly thrown down to her floor, some of the clothes also messily cluttering her bed, she asks herself what they would end up doing together. Would she have to dress fancy? Or casual?

Settling on a mix of both because she doesn't know where they will go, she brushes on a quick combination of pieces and struggles to get into her shoes as the doorbell rings at 7 pm sharp.

Jumping to the door on the one foot that was only tight-cled, she opens it to reveal Spencer, who is nervously biting down his smile.

"Hi." He greets her and she cuts him off before he can say anything else, grinning widely and shouting something about her other shoe before disappearing from his sight.

A few seconds pass and she now stands in front of him, the strap of a small bag hanging down her left shoulder and her too-big coat covering her so that she wouldn't be freezing with the sheer blouse and the skirt she had on, both of her feet in boots.

"Hello." She smiles and he asks if she is ready to go.

"Yup," She speaks, closing the door, suddenly feeling courageous which allows her to entangle her fingers with Spencer's, "Sorry about that right there." She isn't sure whether or not she regrets taking his hand in hers because she is embarrassed of her cheeks heating up, indicating that they now were a prominent tomato-red.

He laughs at her previous antics followed by that statement and also because he thinks her hiding the blush on her cheeks is kind of a really cute thing to do.

He shakes his head slightly and they turn to leave the building.

She turns to look at him, only now noticing that the street lights make his eyes sparkle more than they usually do. Their eyes meet and both of them aren't able to look away again for a while.