Deep Cover: Doctor Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Chapter 3: You're Where?

A/N: Hey, it's me again. just wanted to let you guys know that I'm trying to get as much of this done before I get swamped with homework (too late. And basketball too). Also, drug use warning, sort of. Do you guys spell it grey or gray? I just don't want to be the only person who does grey. And some things I use the American spelling for, like color, but the British spelling for others, like armour. Is that weird? Anyways, thanks for reading this, I really appreciate it. And if you don't have a sister, just go with it please.

Your POV:

It felt right to hold his hand. The warmth of his hand on my cold skin. He couldn't see the needle marks on the inside of my elbow, and I was glad. Luckily none of the team had looked in my bag, or else I wouldn't be hearing anything else. And thankfully I had a change of clothes in my bag. A plain black t-shirt and dark grey sweatpants, so I wasn't just wearing what the hospital could give me. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. Some random statistics might impress him.

"I don't usually go on elevators or escalators. They cause approximately 30 deaths a year. And severly injure approximately 17,000 people," I said to him.

"I usually don't either. For the same reason," he replied. It sounded like he was surprised I knew that. He wore a light grey FBI shirt and dark blue pants. "How'd you know that?"

"I do my share of research. And what else could I do while I was stuck doing nothing?" The elevator dinged as we came to a stop, watching the doors open. Reid walked out of the elevator with me, and took me to his car. He helped me into the passenger seat, getting in the driver's side himself.

"Interesting. Do you need me to get anything for you? Clothes, hygiene products, whatever?" He quickly changed the subject, starting the car while doing so.

"If we just stop at my apartment we can grab my stuff. Or we could stay at my place and you could bring your stuff over. I have enough books to satisfy you."

"Uh, are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable at my place? You haven't been to yours in a few years..."

"Reid, the apartment manager is my sister, she wouldn't let anything happen to it. Okay?"

"Alright, we'll stop at my place first to get what I need, then to your apartment. It won't take too long, I don't live far from the Bureau."

"Neither do I, if I remember correctly. My other apartment was by where you found me."

"Interesting," he replied as we pulled into a parking lot. "This is where my place is. Uh, I'm not supposed to leave you by yourself, so could you come up with me?"

"I suppose so. If you need me to or whatever. But I'm also not supposed to be doing that much walking."

"I believe there's an elevator, so just let me get the wheelchair for you." With that he got out if the car and went around to the back, to get the chair. After a moment he came around to my side and opened the door. Helping me out of the car and into the chair, he looked so attractive. No, this isn't professional. I need to stop this thinking.

"Thank you, Reid."

"It's nothing," he brushed off my comment, before taking me to the elevator. We arrived on his floor and then to his apartment. He helped me into the main room, before disappearing into another room. I started to look around, there were quite a lot of books. He came back minutes later with a bag, I'm assuming of clothes. Without saying a word, he took me out to the car.

"So where's your complex?" He asked, while helping me in.

"Just a little way down the road," I replied. He put the chair in back and had gotten in on his side or the car.

"You're where?"