Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 7

Henry, in true infant form, wakes you up multiple times in the night. Neither of you are used to sleeping through crying baby noises, so each time you both get up. Reid's already made coffee and changed Henry's clothes by the time you're fully awake. You both pack up the living room and make your way to the car. Reid sits in the middle of your backseat, next to Henry so that he can talk to the little boy during the ride to JJ's.

JJ looks slightly less flustered than she did the day before and thanks you both. If Will hadn't been sick, you probably would have stuck around for a bit, but you and Reid assured her that the two of you were happy to help.

Reid doesn't step off at your floor this time, having already moved his overnight bag to his apartment. He does, however, stick a hand over the door to tell you to have a good day. You turn around as the doors begin to close, calling after him that you'll see him tomorrow.

As much as you don't want to sound like a workaholic, you have to admit you miss the BAU when you're away. With the odd hours of the job, it's rare that you get a full two days off on Saturday and Sunday. You'd spent a fair share of your Saturday mornings or Sunday evenings in the office prepping for cases or wrapping them up.

The lull is short lived. JJ is in full work mode again when she rushes into the bullpen, and you mentally prepare for a case.

This time around takes nearly a full week. You spend most of the case with Morgan, and while he's the one to officially take down the unsub, the unsub gets in a couple good slashes at you with the knife he'd had on him.

A handful of stitches later, and you're cleared to fly. You're all dismissed after the office debriefing. Garcia catches you on your way out.

"Hey baby." She smiles brightly at you before she notices your keys. "Didn't you just get sliced open, like, twelve hours ago?"

"The stitches are on my shoulder, Garcia. It's not like they'll rip when I'm driving." you tried.

"They could!" she insists, blocking your path and pointing back towards the office. Giving up, you walk back into the BAU as she follows. Hotch's door is open and you can see Reid in the chair across from him. Garcia breezes past you and into Hotch's doorway. A minute later she emerges with Reid behind her.

Hotch stands in the doorway until he catches your eye. He waits until the keys are in Reid's hands to nod and return to his office.

Garcia kisses your cheek and tells you to feel better. You fake a sour look at her and she only grins wider.

Reid is far too excited about driving you home. He smiles like a teenager who just got their license when he starts the car. You roll your eyes at him, but he protests that nobody on the team ever lets him drive. There's always been a consensus that Reid is never the one with the keys, but you didn't know why. You assumed it was because he joined the team so young and everybody has a hard time handing the keys to the baby brother. It certainly isn't because of his driving. Despite the midday D.C. traffic, it's a painless trip.

He steps off at your floor and follows you to the door.

"You can come in if you want, but I'm going straight to bed." you warn him.

He gives you a small smile. "I'm under strict orders from Hotch to make sure you're taking it easy."

In the end, it was nice of Hotch to send him home with you. You went to shower and quickly realized how hard it was going to be to get out of your work clothes. You pushed the ensuite door open and swallowed your pride as you called for Reid.

"Are you in pain?" He says, rushing in.

"No, I just-I can't get undressed without bothering my stitches."

His expression is soft and earnest as he asks what he can do to help you.

Getting your shirt off was a fairly smooth process. He was far more gentle than necessary as he slipped it off. Getting out of your pants was the part that made you want to cringe. You could unbutton them yourself, but having to put an arm on your coworkers shoulder to steady yourself while you shimmed out of your slacks was a low point. You had been looking pointedly at the floor, but you could feel his shoulders shifting. Before you repeated the process with your underwear, you felt something soft on your shoulders. Reid had grabbed your robe from the hook on the door. With the added privacy, you made it out of your underwear. The only thing left was your bra, and you couldn't quite reach it with your good arm. You looked to Reid, who had been staring at the floor away from you.

"Would you mind? I can't get the clasp." He turned his head to look at your face and nodded.

Your hands were still at your sides, stuck under the cloth. He stood partially behind you, partially to the side of you and reached one hand in front of you. He pinched the sides of the robe together. With his other hand, he ran it under the (thankfully short)robe and unhooked the clasp.

"Is that good? Or do you need-"

"No!" you cut him off a little faster than you really needed to. "I got it from here, I think. Thanks."

He walked out to your bedroom, but before you shut the door he spoke again.

"Do you need me to get clean clothes?"

You didn't chance turning around. You were lucky you didn't flash him earlier and you don't want to push that luck.

"No, I got it. I'll yell if I need help."

"Sounds good." he tells you.

Afterwards, you step out into your bedroom to see he's been sitting on your bed.

"Hey?" you greet him.

"Hey," He says, a blush just beginning on his face. "I just wanted to make sure I was close enough to hear you if you needed anything." He slips out to let you get dressed.

You shrug into an old, worn button-up and a pair of pajama shorts without too much trouble and you make your way out to the living room where Reid has been laying on your couch.