countless encounters || spencer reid

t w e n t y - s i x // elvis

Violet watches Judy take another order before lifting her head and arms off of the counter she is supposed to clean, having rested in a sort of half-child's pose. They were closing the café in half an hour and Violet couldn't wait as she wasn't feeling too good this entire day.

She had a headache and with each customer that came in, a waft of the cold November air wandered through the door. She would love to just stay here and sleep, not wanting to go outside but also not being up to work any longer.

And she already missed Spencer, who had received a call right as they were playing a murder mystery game two nights ago. Charlie, who still had been in his full-body beetroot costume, was the murderer and as soon as Spencer had went out the door he told all of them, which meant they couldn't keep on playing. She felt silly for already missing him as previous to the Halloween get-together, they hadn't seen each other in a few days as well and she probably would never admit that she would like to see him every day.

As she's swiping the counter halfheartedly, she thinks about how that'll probably always be the case, but she understands and doesn't mind. At least she told herself that she doesn't. To her, it was just nerve wracking to not know whether or not he was okay and when he would be back and who he and his team were dealing with.

Violet moves through the shop to get to the tables so that she can swipe them as well and finishes doing so quickly so that she can send Spencer a quick text, asking if he's doing alright.

She lets her phone disappear in her jean pocket again, before moving behind the counter and into the kitchen to put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and get it to wash.

While waiting for the machine to finish, she moves back to the counter and comes face to face with Judy who had put the chairs up on the tables.

"So whatever happened to that young gentleman and you?" Judy asks, wiggling her eyebrows before pinning her fringe to the side of her head with a bobby pin and leaning against the counter.

Violet moves to grab the broom and starts to swipe the floor, "Oh! Yes, I meant to tell you yesterday!"

"What? What happened? Spill the beans!", she asked with big eyes, "Are you and Spencer official now?"

Violet nodded yes before looking down to her feet and continuing to swipe the floor.

"Ahh!! I'm so happy for you!" The younger girl grinned from ear to ear.

"Thanks, Judy, I guess.. So, how's your love life going, girl?"

"I'm not really interested in seeing any one at the moment..." She says, drifting off slightly, "I'm really happy by myself."

Violet shrugs, "That's cool, too!"

"I know! I'm glad you get that, my other friends pretend as if I'm half a person and need to be 'completed' by 'my significant other' and whatever, but that's just bullshit."

"Total bullshit! Trust me, I get what you mean." Violet smiles, her mother used to say stuff like that to her as well, making her feel insecure.

"How's Domino?" Violet asks, talking about the black and white tabby cat. Violet had owned it before Judy but wasn't able to keep it, which is why Judy volunteered to look after it.

"Really good, he's put on some healthy weight though." She chuckles.

The small bell above the door sounds and Violet turns around, about to tell the costumer that they sadly can't serve anymore, when she sees that it's Spencer.

"Hey you!" He smiles, approaching her and putting a hand on her lower back before leaning down to connect their lips briefly. "I got your text and thought I'd check in. Hi Judy!"

"Hi Spencer!" Judy greets and moves to release the broom from Violet's hands, taking over to swipe the remnants of the floor with a knowing look on her face.

"When did you get here?" Violet asks, pushing back a strand of his hair, that has grown longer again, from in between his eyes.

"We landed about forty minutes or so ago." He smiles.

"Aren't you tired? You look tired." She asks, "A coffee?"

"No, no, I just had one not too long ago. But thanks." Spencer says and Violet furrows her brows, mustering him. Spencer never said no to her making him a cup before. She never thought she would live to see this day.

"Okay." She nods and walks around the counter again to close the cash register, counting how much money they made and jotting everything down, putting different notes in different envelopes for their boss.

As she does this, Judy asks Spencer where they had been for this case and he happily tells her, before they continue to talk.

When Violet is finished counting every note and coin, she puts the money and the different envelopes on which she wrote in a bag and places them in the safe in the kitchen.

She then sees that the dishwasher finished and gets out the few dishes to dry them.

Then, as she goes back to the main café area, she locks the door to the kitchen and sees that Judy already left.

Violet grabs her bag and jacket after having untied her apron and folding it so that it would fit into the small cabin under the register.

She puts on her big coat and gets out her scarf from inside her bag to tightly put it around her neck.

Spencer extends his hand and Violet takes it before moving to the door and shutting the lights off. They step outside, the bell ringing one last time and Violet locks the door to the café, putting the keys into her bag. She would have to return them to her boss tomorrow morning after opening the shop.

"Do you want to stay at mine tonight?" Spencer asks and Violet shrugs, "Sure."

They get into his car and tighten their seatbelts.

"Good because I owe you one for having had to leave whilst we were playing the game I suggested." He says, rubbing his hands before starting the car.

"Oh, don't you worry about that. Charlie spoiled the fun as soon as you went out. He wouldn't have been able to keep it to himself any longer anyway." She chuckles lightly.

"But hey, I know how you can make up for it!" Violet smirks.

"Yeah? And how is that if I may ask?"

"Let me try out that record player you have at home?"

"Promise."

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As soon as they get through the door, Violet gets rid of her coat and boots and scarf and moves to Spencer's living area where there's an old record player on top of a staple of books. Next to it is a small collection of vinyls, mostly classics, that have collected a thin layer of dust on top of them. But one of them catches her eye. She carefully reaches for it, and musters it before getting the vinyl out of the cover and the white protection case and puts it on, slowly positioning the needle before the music fills the room.

When Spencer appears behind her now standing figure, mustard coloured satchel still around his shoulder, she turns around, "Since when did you listen to Elvis and why didn't I know about this earlier?"

Spencer just shrugs and grips onto the shoulder band of his heavy messenger bag.

Violet puts her hand on top of his and slowly removes the bag from his shoulder to put it next to the couch.

"Dance with me?" She asks, looking up at him eagerly when Can't help falling in love with you plays.

"I can't dance." Spencer shakes his head but Violet won't accept that answer. She takes both of his hands and places them around her hips before putting her own hands on each of his shoulders. Then she starts to slowly sway from side to side, Spencer following suite.

They stay in that position before Violet moves her hands, that were unusually cold from outside, to the nape of his neck, which causes Spencer to shudder slightly. Violet notices and giggles, "Sorry."

"No worries," he whispers into her ear before planting a kiss to her cheek and moving a bit closer so that he could comfortably rest his head on the right side of her chest, yawning quietly before doing so.