Broken Goods - Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid

Dropping the Bomb

"Hey, you," I smiled, closing down the window with the video I had been watching before shifting into a more comfortable position.

"Hi, I hope it's not a bad time."

"Not at all, how are things going?"

"Good, we closed the case a couple of hours ago, we just got back from dinner and now I'm just lounging around my hotel room until tomorrow morning."

"Aww, and you decided to waste your time by calling me? How sweet."

"Isn't that what any good boyfriend would do?"

I snickered softly then let out a small hum, near nuzzling my head into the phone, "Hm, boyfriend, that still feels so weird to me."

"It does, even though it's been seven months."

"That's the honeymoon phase for you, I guess."

"Yeah, I suppose," he laughed softly and I could hear shifting down the line. "What are you up to?"

"Do you want the truth or the innocent girlfriend answer?"

"I think I can handle the truth, even if I'm tempted to hear the wild story you'd come up with."

I laughed and shook my head, "I'm led shirtless in bed watching cut off screams compilations."

There was a moment of silence before he finally said, "I don't know what I was expecting, but that wasn't it."

"You should know to expect the unexpected with me."

"Which I do, but you still manage to take me by surprise."

"Good, I like keeping you on your toes."

"And I like a good challenge."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "How rude, calling me challenging."

"You know I mean it in the best way possible."

"Mhmm, sure," I said with a snicker, rolling onto my left side and stretching out in my bed. "How has your day been, anyway? Anything to update me on?"

"Other than the case? I haven't got anything to report back to you, unless you want to know about the number a woman gave me in the restaurant we ate in."

"Oooh, look at you, Spence, getting out there."

"I didn't flirt back, I promise," he said quickly.

"Spence, relax, I'm not upset that some woman gave you her number," I laughed, "you're a handsome man and girls will want to flirt with you, I trust you not to reciprocate."

"I still disagree with the handsome part, but I'm not going to argue."

"Good, because you know what happens when you argue."

I grinned widely, practically hearing the shudder that ran down his spine as he mumbled; "Please, no more renditions of Africa."

"I thought my screeching was melodic and romantic, but everyone's a critic."

Spencer's laugh made me smile, my stomach flipping and heart fluttering at the sound as I pictured that boyish grin in my mind's eye.

Picturing him made me wish that he was beside me, cuddling up and watching some terrible movie on Shudder as the world faded away and time slipped by in a little bubble of us where nothing else mattered, which seemed to be ideal for him.

After an initial hesitance the first two months, it eventually became commonplace for one of us to stay over at the other's when he wasn't off hunting bad guys.