Criminal Minds Imagines

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Ahhhh, the good old days. You reminisced from your couch. When Reid had broken his ankle and he was the one suffering, not you. But now you've switched positions.

You'd broken your ankle, but you didn't want to tell anyone how. It was a bit embarrassing to say the least, but Reid was desperate to know.

Speaking of Reid, he was currently in your kitchen making you dinner; he had said that Rossi taught him some elegant Italian cuisine. You were a bit afraid of what the result would be but since Reid was being so nice you knew you were going to force yourself to eat it either way.

"Is it almost done?" You groaned from your position in the couch. Your ankle was starting to throb. The pain mends were wearing off but you couldn't take any more until you'd eaten, because they messed up your stomach.

"Uh.. I'm almost..." Reid yelled from the kitchen, and a loud sizzling sound and pots clanging followed.

You tried to sit up to see what he was doing but failed. "What's going on in there?" Hopefully he wasn't destroying your kitchen or setting anything on fire.

Reid came out of the kitchen, a couple of bowls in his arms. You took note of the apron he was wearing and the oven mitts he had on.

"Hey, don't make fun of the apron. I like cleanliness." Reid said pointedly. "And if you're not nice to me I won't give you your food."

You gasped and reached out in a futile effort to grab the bowl from him. "That's not fair! I have a broken ankle!" You were pretending to be mad but the smile on your face revealed otherwise.

Reid smirked and gestured for you to move over so he could sit. You scooted over, wincing at the sharp pain that went through your leg. Unfortunately the pain was inevitable but you were hoping whatever Reid made would make it possible for you to take your pain meds.

Reid voiced his concern. "Oh, crap, sorry, I shouldn't have made you move, here-" he stood up, but you waved him off.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not completely fragile. I hunt serial killers for a living, remember?" You raised an eyebrow. The team had sort of been tiptoeing around you because you were the newest on the team, and therefore the "baby". You understood why but just because you were younger didn't mean you weren't as capable!

Reid sat back down and sighed. "Sorry. I remember when I broke my ankle and everyone treated me like an old grandpa." You had a vision of Reid as a grandpa, he was exactly the same down to the cardigan and glasses.

"You're fine." You shrugged. "Here, can I have some?" You pointed at the bowl Reid was still holding.

"Yeah, sure, it's hot though so be careful-" the fake evil glare you sent Reid made him fall silent and he just handed it to you, an amused expression on his face.

You took it and looked down, expecting some horrible concoction. Instead, it was Mac and cheese?

"I thought you said Rossi taught you a recipe for an 'elegant Italian cuisine'" you laughed and started to dug in. You certainly weren't complaining.

Reid laughed lightly. "I might have exaggerated a little." He used his fork to stir around the cheese.

"This is so awesome!" You gushed, and proceeded to stuff your mouth with all the delicious cheesey-ness you could get. You hoped he had made more because you'd definitely be wanting some.

Reid watched as you engorged yourself on it, half horrified and half amused. "Ive been meaning to ask you, how exactly did you break your ankle?" Reid readjusted himself on your couch, getting more comfy as he started to eat.

You thought about telling him. No, he would somehow let it slip to the team and your reputation as a badass would be ruined!

Shaking your head and sending him a look, you replied. "No. I can't tell you."

Reid groaned and threw his head back. "Come on!! Everyone wants to know. It has to be a good story if you're keeping it secret!"

You had that sinking feeling in your stomach that Reid wouldn't stop hounding you until you told him. Might as well tell him before he starts his own investigation into it.

"Okay, fine. If you must know...." You inhaled deeply, figuring you might as well ham it up and be as dramatic as possible. "I was recreating the most iconic moment in television history."

Reid leaned forward, intrigued. His brown eyes were wide, expecting something good.

"I was singing...." You paused for special dramatic effect. "Singing in the rain."

Reid's face contorted into an expression of confusion.

"I was singing in the rain in the stylings of Tom Holland from Lip Sync battle. In the shower." You admitted. Reid didn't seem to get it.

"So you were singing in the shower and broke your ankle?" He asked, his lips curling up into a smile.

You moved closer to him, exasperated. He clearly didn't understand the cultural significance of what you were saying.

"I was putting on a whole performance!" You exclaimed. "It was beautiful! And then it almost killed me!"

Reid raised an eyebrow. "It still sounds like you were singing in the shower and fell."

"You don't know anything about art." You sighed, placing your hand over your heart.

Reid laughed. "I know more about art than you do. Remember that case where-"

"I don't care about the case! I'm in pain, suffering, and you're being mean to me!" You teased him, bursting out laughing.

He wrapped an arm around you because in your laughing fit you were dangerously close to falling off the couch. "Stop! You're gonna fall off and break the other ankle!"

His serious voice made you laugh more, until you looked up at him. He had a concerned look in his eyes that made you feel safe. Your laughter turned into giggles, which turned into a chuckle.

Reid really did care about you, didn't he? He made you a not so fancy Italian meal and was helping do chores for you. He even tried to keep you from falling off the couch again.

You don't know what made it happen but a thought popped into your head for the the first time. I think I'm in love with my best friend.

Reid seemed to be having the same revelation. With his chest to your back, you leaned up and kissed him, your fingers gently brushing your cheek. Reid kissed you back, with more passion than you would expect from the boy genius.

You pulled away, slowly, wondering if what just happened was real. From Reid's expression, he seemed to be thinking the same thing. Maybe the pain meds hadn't completely worn off after all and they were affecting your judgement. But in that moment, you didn't really care what your brain was telling you. Instead, your heart was screaming at you to do it again.

You kissed him again, not hiding the big grin on your face.