countless encounters || spencer reid

t w e n t y - t h r e e // ready?

Violet swipes the counter of the café whilst the late morning sun is shining into the shop through its broad windows.

Judy is decorating some cupcakes as the shop isn't busy at the moment, everyone bought their breakfast and coffee an hour ago and now they had to wait for the customers who would come in at lunch time.

But then the little bell did ring, signalling that a customer entered. Violet, however, is too deep in her thoughts, rethinking the events of the past night, she doesn't notice the sounds around her.

Judy, on the other hand, serves the customer as Violet goes to the back where her jacket lies to fish out her journal, sitting down at one of the tables after giving Judy a look, sort of asking for permission.

Her co-worker nods and joins her after having provided the customer with a sandwich to-go, sitting opposite her at the table.

But by that time, Violet is already captured by her own world of words, scribbling down her thoughts.

"What are you writing?" Judy asks but her voice hangs in thin air and she doesn't get an answer.

The bell rings again and Judy stands up, allowing Violet to have her well-deserved break.

When the young woman sees who just entered, she regrets not having forced Violet to serve him.

Her brows raise and she wonders if he really came for his usual order of multiple coffees or just a single one that he orders when he stays at the shop.

Or did he come just for Violet?

Judy speculates and hopes that it is the latter, the hopeless romantic in her wishing that those two would sort it out right here, right now.

"Good morning." Spencer greets Judy and Violet's head perks up from the table on which her journal laid out, as she fantasized about this particular voice a few seconds ago.

Judy smiles and nods as a form of greeting, "If you're looking for Violet-" She motions to the table in the back she is sitting at and Spencer thanks her, glad that he didn't have to specifically ask.

Violet's eyes meet his and she follows his figure until he sits down at the opposite side of the table, in the exact spot where Judy sat a few minutes ago.

"Hi." Violet smiles.

"Hi." Spencer bites down on the corner of his bottom lip. "How are you?"

"Good, good. And yourself?"

"Hmmn..."

"Spencer?"

"Yeah?"

"I realised something yesterday, well actually, before yesterday but it really clicked yesterday and I guess I was just kind of really scared to admit it, but it's good that you're here now, because I wanted to tell you.."

"And what did you realise?" He asks, curious, his body leaning a bit forward.

Violet puts one of her hands on his shoulder, "I was blinded by how much I was feeling.. and I guess some of those feelings were repressed by me because I thought I had to focus on the negative ones first and combat them in order to move on to the positive ones but I realised that what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have showed up and gone, shouldn't have been so dumb. But now I made up my mind."

Spencer's eyes widen slightly and Violet's hand moves from his shoulder to his cheek.

"I know it took me a while but I think I am ready."

"Ready?" Spencer repeats in question, his voice a bit shaky.

"Would you mind if.. uh, I kissed you right now?"

His smile returns and he answers, "Not at all."

And as their lips meet, not for the first and hopefully not for the last time, Spencer thinks back to the very first time he saw Violet and how even then when it was the first time, she seemed so familiar. He thinks about how he knew they had some deep connection, almost as if they were meant to be. And now he is filled with a satisfactory comfort-blanket-like feeling at the slightest touch, the smell of her hair reminds him of home. But not the bad times at home, no- but those times where his head laid on his mothers arm whilst she read something for him.

Violet didn't realise the first time they met, nor the times that followed until she felt his hand touch hers when she lent him the book for the case that should change the course of their relationship more than once, no matter how cliché that sounds. And again, last night, when she really fell the second Spencer's eyes closed as he laughed at a very stupid thing she had said, a noodle hanging down from inbetween her lips as she did do so. With him, Violet felt protected- as if nothing and no one could do her any harm.

In this very moment, both of them felt completely at ease.