Don't test me

Chapter Three

Spice.

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"Great job Reid and Y/n," Hotch said with a proud tone.

"You two are the power team," Morgan said laughing. As we got on the plane there were several comments about us solving the case.

The team was stumped, we were running out of time, and no one was getting anywhere. We were all sitting at the table throwing off ideas and getting frustrated until Reid had the idea of checking for encrypted messages, which he didn't end up finding, but then I suggested checking in another language and that's how we ended up finding Jenna Nunez's killer.

"Pretty boy's got himself a partner," Rossi said joining in.

"You're pretty good at this," Spencer said sitting next to me on the plane, nudging me with his elbow.

"Thank you, you are as well." I laughed, I think I might just fit in here pretty well. 

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"Alright, Pizza or takeout?" I asked Spencer.

"Ugh, takeout?" He said almost like it was a question.

"Was that a question or an answer?"

"An answer." He said firmly.

"You sure? Dinner's an important meal, you can't mess up on it Spencer." I said in a very serious tone, I was obviously joking but I wasn't sure if he could tell.

"You're very serious about food, y/n." He said laughing.

"How else am I going to live?" I laughed along with him and then called the takeout place.

"I'm going to hop in the shower real quick." Spencer said getting off the couch, "Feel free to do whatever."

"Alright," I replied. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I'm normally not a nosy person, but I wanted to know what the mysterious Spencer Reid could be hiding in his apartment. "I really shouldn't.." I looked around at all the books and all the possible hiding places. He did give me permission to do whatever... I shook my head and looked for my phone. A few minutes later takeout was ordered. 

But then I was then back to looking around the room...

"Ow!" I heard a yell from the bathroom.

"You okay?" I yelled back.

"Yeah! I dropped the shampoo."

I laughed and then kept looking around the room, "Oh what could be so bad," I said to myself. I looked around the living room for a little bit, looking for something interesting, but only finding boring books. Then decided to try my luck in his bedroom. "Well, this looks oddly basic." His rooms very plane compared to mine. Long blue curtains, black bedding, black dressers, black bed, dressers clean and organized, and some weird bin in the corner. Wait. A weird bin in the corner.

"Well hello, hello." I walked over to the bin and saw there was a lock on it. "What in the world could you be." I thought for a minute before deciding on using my amazing profiler skills to figure out how to get into this mysterious box. I was oddly drawn to it, I mean, what would Spencer be hiding? I tried looking in drawers, and got nothing. Then, I decided to stick my hand on top of his closet door and there fell a key. "Gotcha." I grabbed it and opened the bin. "What the hell-" I said with a blush forming.

"What's so-" Spencer said coming in the room.

"Really Spencer, toys?" I said, almost tripping over words.