Spencer Reid Imagines

Dirty Laundry

Inspired by Carrie Underwood's Dirty Laundry - the reader while in a stable relationship with another male, finds that he's been cheating on her with another woman, and Spencer comes to her side to help pick up the pieces.

PG-13

It seemed the further along in your relationship you got, the more suspicious your best friend Spencer became of your S.O. Each day when a cute little text from Danny came in, Spencer would spy on the conversation and give his two cents. Not that you'd ever asked for it. And today was no different.

"Love💞: have a good trip, let me know when you guys are on your way home, save some innocent people you beautiful workaholic." You can't help but smile before turning off your phone, hearing Spencer's inevitable groan.

"What could possibly be wrong with that message? He is simply checking in on me." You defend the male while staring down the other. Spencer can't help but sigh.

"It's a backhanded compliment. He called you a workaholic implying you never stop working. On top of that he's asking you to tell him when you're on your way home, sounds fishy to me." You roll your eyes before averting them to the airplane window.

"Whatever, Reid." Throughout the case your messages between you and Danny became more and more sparse. And it wasn't because you were busy. It was because he was. His texts were getting shorter and shorter and less frequent as the week carried on. Before you knew it you were unlocking the door to your shared place with your boyfriend, looking around to see if the male was home. "Dan? Danny, you home?" You drop your bag by the door to your laundry room before moving to your closet to change out of your work clothes. You throw your dress shirt into the laundry bin before putting your hair up in a ponytail, grabbing the bin and collecting the clothes around the room. "Ugh you're such a slob." You mutter under your breath as you pick up your boyfriends things. As you pick up a pair of socks, you notice a button up under the bed, reaching under and grabbing it. You're about to toss it in the bin with the others before you notice a flash of color on the white canvas of the shirt. Looking at it closer, you find a bright pink lipstick mark on the collar. Your heart sinks to your stomach, as you haven't owned lipstick for the past two years. Forgetting about laundry, you begin to nitpick through the basket, picking out clothing article after article. One smelling of cheap Dior knockoff perfume, another with a bright red wine stain, when you don't drink. Before you can even gather something of your composure you begin gathering every piece of clothing of Danny's, and piling it into a pile in the foyer. You pulled up a chair, a neon pink bra in your hands as the lock disengages in the door. Soon enough, Danny's in the door way, dropping his keys into the respective bowl. He looks up, beginning to speak.

"Y/N you're- what the fuck is this?" He asks bitterly, looking at you in anger. You stand up, looking at the bra as you walk towards him.

"I'm a 24 C. This is a 32 Double D." You state simply before dropping it on the floor, picking up the dress shirt you had found that lead you to this revelation. "I don't own a single tube of lipstick. And I certainly know we don't drink wine. At least not when I'm home." You spit your words before picking up the most expensive pieces of his clothing, grabbing the nearby scissors and cutting the sleeves off of one of them. Danny starts to yell at you, trying to rationalize with you, all while you run around the house dismantling each trouser and button-up. Eventually, Danny catches up to you, wrapping his arms around you violently, snatching the scissors out of your hands and pointing them at you. Your vengeful mood morphs into fear, your hands flying to the air. Now it's you who's rationalizing with him as he slowly walks towards you causing you to be backed into a wall. He's muttering something about what an ungrateful bitch you are, and how you were never there for him, and it was always about work, about Spencer about the job first and you never did anything for him. Just as he's closing in, the door pops open, jolting both of you as two men step into the apartment, all to familiar to you.

"Danny, drop the damn scissors." Spencer spits, revolver pointing towards the male, causing him to do as he's told. Luke steps forward and begins to cuff the male, arresting him for aggravated assault, Spencer rushing to your side.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" You slowly shake your head catching your breath.

"No, no, I'm fine." What you hadn't figured out was that your Alexa had misunderstood the words you and Danny were shouting at one another, and had managed to call Spencer's phone. He'd heard the entire fight, word for word as it escalated into near injury, and Spencer explained this as the two of you began to clean up your place. "Spencer, I don't know why I didn't listen to you. I should've known something was up the second he stopped responding to me on Tuesday." You sigh, shoving another t-shirt into a garbage bag, just one of the many things that Danny would get sent after today.

"You trusted him, Y/N. There's no reason for you to have had any doubts. Me on the other hand, I've seen far too many conversations and cases where there's an unfaithful partner. I knew the signs, and you didn't. It sucks, but it happens." He sighs, setting his bag down, you joining him. The two of you sit down on your bed, looking around the disheveled room. It seemed like it was all beginning to hit you as tears welled in your eyes. You look to your friend, who quickly moves to your side, pulling you into his arms as your body starts to rattle with sobs. And you both stayed like that for over an hour. Spencer consoled you, playing with your hair softly, not saying anything but reminding you that you had done nothing wrong.

By the next morning, you found yourself tucked into bed, your room put back together neatly and the way it was before you'd torn it apart. Getting up, you step into the living area, finding Spencer on the couch curled under a blanket, his feet poking out from the edge of the woven cotton. You smile, picking up the blanket and crawling in next to him, pulling his arms around yourself, causing Spencer to stir and look at you. "Hey, how you feel-"

"Shhhh, we've got three hours before work. Let's not waste it." You mumble, curling into his chest, him nodding before resting once again, pulling you closer, kissing your head softly before the two of you fall back asleep, curled up in the smallest pile on a tiny sofa.