Dr. Spencer Reid Imagines

Suspect

You had just pulled into your driveway, coming home from work. It was around 9:30 PM. You worked at a restaurant as a waitress. You walked inside, holding an umbrella to shield yourself from the pouring rain. That's all it did in New York during the months of August-November. Rain. You entered your apartment, closing the umbrella and taking off your coat. Your phone began to ring then. You checked your phone, not recognizing the number but deciding to pick up anyways.

"Hello?" you questioned the stranger on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N?" you heard a man's voice ask you. Who was this and how did he know my name?

"Yes this is her. May I ask who I'm speaking with?" you said, using a polite but demanding tone. You hung up your coat.

"This is Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner with the FBI. We've noticed that you know Tyler Williams?" he grilled. Oh shit the feds. What did Tyler do?!

"Yes I do know him. Is he in trouble?" you inquired.

"Yes he is Ma'am. Is it okay if I send Dr. Spencer Reid to you so he can explain more and ask you some questions about Mr. Williams?" Hotchner asked.

"Yeah that's no problem at all. Do you guys have my address?" you asked. You wanted to help the FBI in anyway that you could. You knew that since the FBI contacted you and not the police it must have been serious.

"Yes Ms. Y/L/N we have your address. Dr. Reid will be there in about an hour if that works for you?"

"That's perfect. Tell the Doctor I'll have coffee ready. It's pretty late." you stated.

"Thank you, he will appreciate that. And thank you again for your cooperation." Hotchner said and hung up.

Well shit. You went into the kitchen and started brewing a pot of coffee. You decided to freshen up a bit. You entered your room and peeled off your work clothes, putting on leggings and a white tank top with a burnt orange cardigan. You slid on a white fuzzy sock with black cats on it and a purple fuzzy sock with pumpkins on it. You took off your preexisting makeup, opting for bb cream, a little mascara, and a pumpkin scented chapstick. You threw your hair in a messy bun and went back downstairs. It had only been about 20 minutes so you decided to make dinner. You made garlic chicken and lemon rice. You made sure you made enough for you and the Doctor. You weren't sure if he had eaten or not but you wanted to make sure he had food.

You started the chicken, coating it in garlic seasoning. You started the rice water as well, checking the clock again. You also decided to whip up a brownie mix and pop that in the oven. Finally it had been about 55 minutes. You went to your fridge, grabbing your pumpkin spice creamer. You grabbed your normal cream and sugar as well, placing that next to the coffee maker. You got down two coffee cups and placed that next to the coffee ingredients. You also decided that you wanted to light your fall scented candles. After you lit them you heard a knock on your door. You walked over to the door, opening it and being greeted by a tall handsome man. He had a mop of brown curls, stunning hazel eyes, and the best facial structure you had ever seen. He had on a sweater vest, black pants, and black and white sneakers. There was a satchel over his shoulder and a gun holstered on his hip. He was handsome.

"Hello Ms. Y/L/N. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI." the man said, showing you his credentials. You smiled.

"Come on in Doctor. There's a coffee bar set up in the kitchen and I'm cooking. I don't know if you ate or not but I just got home from work." you spoke softly, pointing him to the kitchen. You glanced at the clock realizing it was almost 11 PM.

"Oh thank you very much. I haven't eaten actually." he smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"Not a problem at all." you said. You followed him into the kitchen, letting him make his coffee while you checked your phone. Your mom had sent you a text saying she loved and missed you which caused you to smile. You texted back: