With Hearts Like These (Spencer Reid x reader)

Won't Get Fooled Again

The sound of your alarm woke you up. Bed. Thank god. You leaned up, letting your toes touch the wooden floor of your room as you got up. You grabbed your bathrobe, walking to your coffee machine and started the process as you left and got dressed. Your phone buzzed, instantly making you pop your head out. You threw on a shirt, buttoning it as you picked up. "Hello?" You answered. "Hey its Spencer." He greeted. "Hey Spence." you greeted. "I got us coffee. We're still driving to work right?" He asked. "Yep. Your helmet is on my chair." You yawned. Spencer chuckled a little bit. "Okay? I'm coming up." He said before hanging up. His tone made you question something. Did...Spencer not know you rode a motorcycle? You went to your kitchen, downing the coffee you made earlier as you answered the knock. You took the next cup from Spencer and he sighed. "That can't be healthy." He said. "I don't know doctor, you tell me." You sassed. "You're a doctor too Y/n, theoretically you could diagnose yourself with anything if we were both medical professionals rather than scientists." He said. You laughed shaking your head as you handed him the helmet. He chuckled, clearing his throat. "What's this?" He asked. Seriously debating on whether or not you wanted to tell him, you ultimately decided to stay quiet until he saw what he agreed to. "Follow." You said, drinking the coffee and grabbing your helmet and bag over your arm. You closed the door, walking out to the motorcycle you named "The Millennium Falcon" due to its silver colors. You put on your helmet and all color drained from Spencer's face. "Y/n, what's this?" Spencer gulped. You took his coffee, putting it on one of the drink holders and smirked. "This is a 2000 Yamaha Silverado." You replied. "And you can't back out because you already agreed." You said. "Y/n... I don't--" "Don't knock it till you try it Spence." You said. Damn it. You had to call him "Spence." Those eyes, and that small nickname coming off of your lips, how in the hell could he say no!? He sighed and put on the helmet, climbing on. "Hold on." You chuckled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you were so thankful he couldn't see the crimson blush that was on your face. You kicked off, engine humming as you slowly pulled out. Spencer was clearly nervous as he slowly tightened his grip. You went forward at about 20 miles an hour and he was still, very nervous. His heart was pounding though when you sped up on the highway, going forty five. Finally, you reached work, pulling in. You kicked down the peg and he didn't move. "Spence? Buddy? You still alive?" You asked. "...HOW IN THE HELL IS THAT FINE TO YOU!?" He breathed. You laughed. "Spence, it wasn't that bad, we only made like, two turns." You said. "Why do you ride that thing!? It's terrifying!" Spencer asked. "Because it's my freedom." You said walking. "What does that mean?" Spencer asked. "It means that it was the first real choice I made on my own, therefore it is a metaphor that represents my freedom. Move your ass." You said walking. You stepped into the elevator, standing in complete silence as Spencer stared at you deeply disturbed. "What is it now?" You asked, pressing the button. "I get the metaphor but that's insane." He said. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "Look, I thought it was crazy at first too, but as I started going out of my comfort zone, I started having more fun. You see what I'm getting at?" You asked. "Y/n I--" The doors opened. "I'll go out of my comfort zone with something that won't kill me in a gruesome fashion." He said. You sighed, noticing Gideon and Hotch walk by. They both had worried looks. "That can't be good." You muttered. "Great you two are here, conference room." Gideon said. "On it." You nodded. Spencer sighed as you walked ahead. "You alright?" Gideon asked. "She rides a motorcycle. That's insane." Spencer muttered. "...You didn't notice the fact that she always has a jacket on? Or the fact that she readjusts her hair to fix helmet hair?" Gideon asked. "....I mean--" "Wow." He sighed before walking into the conference room. Spencer did notice a few things like that, yes. However he figured that you also lived on the safer side of life, like he chose to do. Then again , last week you sprinted into a burning building with zero hesitation.

Gideon picked up a file as Spencer sat next to you. He plopped down pictures over Spencer's shoulder, putting them on the table. "Pipe bombs." Gideon said. "Packed in cardboard boxes." Morgan said, handing another picture to Gideon. "Package bombs." Hotch muttered. "Sent through mail?" You asked. "No, the other picture that Gideon has, is of the switch that ATF found." Morgan said. You stood up, Gideon showing you the picture. "Same mechanism for both bombs, mercury activated." Morgan said, coffee in hand. "What does that mean?" Elle asked. "There are contacts to a detonator on either end of a bent tube full of mercury." Spencer explained. "What it means is all you have to do is tilt the package to detonate it." Morgan said. "So they couldn't have been sent through the mail. The bomber had to deliver them himself." Elle noted. "Bingo." You said, clicking your pen. "Strange way to commit an act of terrorism. Why go to all this trouble to kill a few people?" Hotch asked. "Let's recommend not raising the terror alert level for now. No reason to spread panic." Gideon said. "We got news." JJ said walking in. She turned on the TV showing news footage of the case. "This is just a local channel, but the coverage is everywhere now. CNN, Fox, MSNBC, Al Jazeera, you name it." She said. "I hate journalists at this very moment." You sighed. "So much for not spreading panic." Hotch muttered." According to doctors, he's badly injured, but in stable condition in the I. C. U. Now, neighbors say that they heard a blast at about 10:30 this morning, and police arrived" The newscaster said. " If DHS doesn't raise the terror alert now, they'll look weak." Gideon said with a small sigh. "Make sure homeland security knows that this is everywhere." Hotch said. You turned to grab your jacket but an explosion went off and you snapped your attention back to the screen with wide eyes. "I just felt that! Are you all right? Is everyone all right?" The reported asked, turning around to anyone near her. "Looks like we're going to Palm beach, let's meet at the air strip in twenty." Hotch said.