In which, Cecilia Ryder has never known a love like Spencer Reid and in which, Spencer Reid has never known a girl like Cecilia.
takes place during multiple seasons of criminal minds
spencer reid x OC
contains sensitive topics.
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CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER EIGHT
THE FLOOR THE BAU RESTED on was almost eerily quiet when Cecilia stepped off the elevator. Her migraine had let up some overnight, but she still felt a dull ache in her temples. She could see only Emily and Spencer at their desk from where she stood, and Hotch up in his office. Emily was the first to acknowledge her presence, giving Cecilia a small wave as a greeting. She continued walking to her desk that was in front of Spencer's, coffee in hand.
"Hey, how was your night?" Emily asked Cecilia as she passed her desk, causing her to stop. Cecilia put a kind smile on her face.
"Eh, ridiculously boring. Rossi's pasta is the only thing that kept me from wallowing in my self-pity." Cecilia stated jokingly, not noticing Spencer's eyes on her figure.
"Rossi made you food! What the hell? That's so unfair." Emily gasped at her comment, letting a small groan out as well. Cecilia giggled at her, causing Spencer's ears to perk up slightly.
"Yeah, he's been oddly nice to me since I got knocked out." Cecilia shrugged in a goofy manner. Catching Spencer standing up out of the corner of her eye. She smiled at him.
"Hello, Doctor." Cecilia nodded her head at him. "Am I still in profiler jail?"
"Yes, and you will be till you get your stitches out and I'm sure your head isn't hurting." Spencer stood beside her motioning for her to turn around so he could take a look at the back of her skull, where a short stitch line had been made.
His soft hands sat in different places on her body. One sat softly at the top of her head, and the other hesitantly on her elbow. Her warm skin was a drastic contrast to his icy fingertips. Emily analyzed the interaction with narrow eyes.
"Spencer, what am I supposed to do for three more days?" Cecilia whined slightly turning back around to meet his eye. He was always shocked by how much shorter she was than him, but slightly amused.
"Sit still, and look pretty." He patted her shoulders, blushing when he realized what he might've just inferred. Her cheeks grew warm, moving her line of sight down to his mismatched socks.
"What's the point of me even being here? I could be at home!" She groaned again, a bit frustrated with his answer.
"So you don't pass out in the middle of the day with no one to find you." He shrugged, her eyebrows furrowing. "Here, you have people to look out for you."
