FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

XIX

The next few weeks were absolute bliss. Whenever we could, Reid and I hung out, doing anything and everything to fill up the time we had together. Thankfully, with our leave of absences we had a lot of opportunities to enjoy each other's company, which after the crazy few months we'd had was definitely needed.

Most of the time we just relaxed, spending our time laying on the couch and just soaking up each other's company. Our favourite thing to do was cuddle on the couch and read. Often times I'd get him to do it out loud for me. I loved hearing his voice; the way it sounded soft and informative made my brain tingle. For hours he'd just speak to me, running his fingers through my hair as I clutched his chest and listened to him rattle on about concepts like synchronicity or effective theory.

When the day came where he was finally required to go back to work I couldn't help, but feel sad. The night before he stayed over at the house and attempted to make dinner. While he did I took a nap, waking up to the fire alarm blaring upstairs. Unsurprisingly, he burnt everything, profusely apologizing to both Luke and I.

Not long after spending a few days together I discovered that Reid wasn't the greatest cook. Given that fact that he spent so much time working it made sense why. The last thing anyone wanted to do after a long day of work was make themselves a meal, so takeout really was the only option.
After apologizing again I laughed. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, pressing my lips roughly to his, while Luke awkwardly stood near the fridge. When we separated I shook my head, glancing over at the blackened chicken sitting on top of the stove. "I appreciate the sentiment, but if you're going to try cooking again please ask for supervision." I gave him a wink and fixed the collar of his shirt.

He seemed embarrassed. He gave Luke an apologetic look and sighed.

"No harm no foul," Luke responded, raising his arms reassuringly.

"I promise I'll pay for the chicken," Reid responded.

I pulled my phone out from the pocket of my sweatshirt and handed it to him. "How about you pay for pizza?" I suggested.

He took the phone and nodded.

We spent the rest of the night eating dinner and watching old, cheesy horror movies. Luke joined us for a few, suggesting we watch something called Down AKA The Shaft. Instantly we agreed, knowing all to well with a title like that it was bound to be bad. As the credits rolled in and the first few scenes took place I couldn't help, but look over at Reid who was absolutely horrified. The movie was about a set of bloodthirsty elevators in one of the tallest buildings in New York that killed people. While the premise was absolutely ridiculous I knew, thanks to his already established phobia, that Reid was freaked out. When the death scenes happened, I held his hand and tried not to laugh.

When the movie was over I could tell how relieved he was. I gave his back a quick rub and smirked. "How you doing over there, buddy?"

"Did you tell him I was afraid of elevators?"

Luke looked at him in shock. "No, what?"

"Spencer doesn't like elevators," I responded, "him and Derek got stuck in one once and he's hated them ever since."

Luke got up from the couch to retrieve the DVD. "Well now I just feel like an asshole."

"You aren't an asshole," Reid responded. He adjusted himself in his seat so that he was no longer slouching. I moved my hand away from his back and placed it on his thigh, giving it a quick squeeze as I watched him turn to face me. He narrowed his eyes in my direction. "This was probably your idea all along wasn't it?"

I opened my mouth in fake shock and pinched him. He giggled and flinched, moving his arm to grab mine and pull me into him. He pressed me against his chest, his fingers ticklishly poking and prodding my sides as I laughed out loud. "This was your idea you evil woman," he joked.