𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 { 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 }

i. flustered

Spencer Reid was an enigma. I had heard of the boy genius -- everyone who worked at Quantico had. Very few had actually met him, much less had a conversation with him. He was always working incredibly hard with the BAU, and rarely visited any other floors in the building. I started working with the FBI about a year after him, quickly picking up on the importance of Spencer and his team. It seemed as though everyone wanted either to work with them, or be them. I had decided that was my goal to one day work with the team, and I was slowly making my way towards that. I was even working on the same floor as them now, and I found myself anxiously awaiting for the first time I interacted with Spencer.
The first time I met Spencer, I wasn't as prepared as I would've hoped. I was remarkably flustered - I had a pile of case files stacked in one arm, with a mug of tea resting in the other hand. I had almost made it to my desk when I felt one of the folders on the bottom of the stack slip out from underneath my arm. I frantically attempted to stop it from falling to the ground, but in doing so, I dropped the rest of the files. I let out a loud sigh, placed my tea on my desk, and knelt down to pick up the mess of papers. Scrambling on my hands and knees, I didn't notice Spencer kneel on the floor across from me, nor did I notice when he began to pick up the scattered notes. Reaching out to grab a particularly gruesome photo, I flushed when my hand met someone else's hand instead of the image. My eyes shot up to see who it belonged to and was met with a pair of beautiful hazel eyes. I noticed that gold flecks littered the area around his pupil before realizing that I had been staring for too long. I pulled my hand away, feeling a deep blush melt over my face. I looked down and widened my eyes when I realized my small hand was still laying on top of the man's much larger one.
"I'm sorry," I breathed as I pulled my hand away.
"No problem," he said nervously, "I'm Dr. Spencer Reid."
I was taken aback by the sound of his voice, not expecting the young man I had looked up to for so long to sound so nervous. I could've never guessed based on the way he worked.
"I'm Dr. (Y/N) (L/N). Thank you very much for the help. I've heard a lot about you, it's a pleasure to finally meet the infamous Dr. Reid," I smiled as I spoke, noticing the pink hue that dusted over Dr. Reid's cheeks.
"P-please, you can call me Spencer. I'm sorry if this sounds insensitive, but are you new? I feel as though I would remember you."
It was now my turn to blush, and I laughed a little. "Sort of, I'm new on this floor. However, I've worked for the FBI for two years now. It's been my goal to work with the Behavioural Analysis Unit since I started," I explained. Picking up the last few loose papers, I began to stand; Spencer followed. I was surprised when I had to look up at him.
"You've moved up quickly! Did you know that 22 percent of married couples in the United States meet at work?" Spencer flushed deeply before muttering, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. I state facts when I'm nervous."
      You grinned, enthusiastically exclaiming, "It's no problem! I quote poetry when I'm sleepy, I kind of know what you mean."
      Spencer smiled and opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Agent Morgan yelling across the bullpen. "Reid, stop flirting, we've got a case!"
       The doctor and I began laughing, trying to avoid any awkwardness. Spencer stuck out his hand, giving me the paperwork and photos I had dropped, quickly turning away. He took a few steps before spinning around on one foot and I raised an eyebrow in confusion. Leaning over my desk and grabbing a sticky note pad and a pen, Spencer scribbled something for a few moments, then walked back over to me and sticking the note on the files in my hand. I looked down and bit my lip when I realized the boy genius had written his phone number. Looking back up, I let the smile spread over my face, making eye contact with him, a nervous smile gracing his face. "I just thought, you know, maybe if you needed any advice about the BAU, or anything, or even want to send me some p-poetry if you're up late, or something," he rambled.
      "Spencer, of course I will, on one condition," I hesitated, watching Spencer's eyes widen and smile drop, "you have to send me more of your facts."
I could see him visibly relax, the smile reappearing on his face. He laughed, "deal."
"Deal," I repeated.
"Reid, get in here!" bellowed Hotchner.
Spencer jumped and stumbled into the edge of my desk, giving a small, awkward wave before scrambling to the meeting room.
Smiling to myself, I put the files onto my desk and began wondering what kind of mess you had gotten yourself into with the pretty boy who worked on your floor.

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