spencer reid & matthew gray gubler imagines - DISCONTINUED

little talks - s.r.

sorry for not posting like i said i would i completely forgot about everything i've written and such and i've been busy with summer classes

# of words: 5693

warnings: some angst, some fluff

Standing outside in the chilly winter weather as you dug out your keys, you opened the bookstore you worked at and set everything up for the day to begin. Cleaning up and putting away some books that you forgot to put away the night before, you noticed that it was almost time for you to open the store. You weren't expecting anyone to come in all at once but at times, especially now since it was around finals time at the local colleges and high schools, it was going to be filled with stressed out teens and adults.

There were rooms with tables and chairs that allowed people to work and study and drown in coffee there which you really appreciated knowing that you can help others and give them the space they needed. It was one of your favorite things about the store and how you can also rent books at cheap price if you didn't want to buy it, so it also helped the college students who didn't want to rent them at their school for an expensive price. You originally didn't own the bookstore, but before the owner, Mary-Anne died, she gave it to you after her kids and grandkids didn't want it. She was a sweet and nice old lady that has owned the shop since the 80's. She was always like another grandmother to you ever since you started working there your junior year of high school and to everyone who walked into the shop to either just browse, read, rent or buy the books.

Agreeing to help keep a book store alive when a modern age of technology is in use and can easily order or read online, you accepted to be in her will for owning the shop knowing some still loved an actual bookstore and it helped you keep her soul in the store still alive. Greeting all the kids and adults who walked into the store, you saw a familiar mop of messy hair with the same messenger bag enter through the doors and began to browse through the aisle of books. Mary-Anne had told you about him before she had died when you had started working there while you were in college. She told you that his name was Spencer, he held three doctorates, can read 20,000 words a minute, had an IQ of 187, had an eidetic memory, and was an FBI agent. He was a few years older than you and you never saw him a lot due to you finishing school and having a busy schedule and him being away on cases for his job. Now since you had your degrees, and can work more times, you saw him almost every week, every month, and for almost a few years now.

At this point, you two were inseparable when it came to you seeing each other. The both of you have talked to each other but neither one of you would make a move on each other. You've had a crush on him for a while, but you thought he would never go for anyone like you and thought his type was exactly like him. Him on the other hand, also had a crush on you, but was always scared to ask you out and thought you had a boyfriend or was seeing someone in general. Mary-Anne could always tell you two that you liked each other and would sometime encourage you to ask the other out, but neither one of you had the guts to do it, in fear of being rejected and she kept rolling her eyes every time he had left without you both scheduling a date. He had been trying to ask you out for a few years now, but ever since what happened to Maeve, he was afraid that you were going to get hurt. He had told Mary what happened those years ago, and she told him that nothing will happen to you because of how tough you were and how you can take care of yourself even at times where you couldn't. That's something he had always admired since you've both met. Yes, you thought he was cute and adorable, but there was always something he was hiding. He always felt like he was battling his own demons and he can never stop. The longest you haven't seen him in the store was for 3 months. Thinking that he was just busy with work, you ignored it and went back to working and doing your job.

Those three months he was gone for, it was because he went to prison. You didn't see him for that long and it made you worry. It wasn't until a few months ago when he told you that after asking where a history book was. When he came back, you kept giving him a cold shoulder, but still treated him like a regular customer instead of a friend. It hurt him to see you act like that, but he deserved for not letting the team going in to tell you what happened when it first happened or for putting you on his visitors list.