The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

Young And Sad

Girls night and tough conversations.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgx40FUKHAc

Spencer returned to the main body of the plane, pushing the curtain that he had closed for privacy back into its cupboard and smiled to himself. Luke, who hadn't fallen asleep yet, spotted him from his position on the couch, looking at him expectantly. "So?" He inquired, loudly enough that Rossi, who was reading over a report glanced up, looking between them curiously.

"She... she said yes." He said excitedly, tossing his phone in his hand, alerting the other men of his sudden nerves. Rossi smirked, closing over his file and patting the seat across from him. Luke stood and slid in next to Rossi, bracing his forearms on the table as they both looked to the young doctor expectantly. "We're gonna go to the fireworks."

"So when are you going to tell us more about her than 'She's a friend' or 'I think she hates me now'?" Luke pestered, and Rossi just smiled, looking between the two young men, before tilting his head in agreement.

Spencer shifted in the seat, a small smile spreading on his face. "She's... she's great. Uhm.. she's smart, kind... beautiful." He trailed off, and Rossi said something to the effect of "our doctor is smitten" in italian.

"Where'd you guys meet?" Luke asked, the innocent question really not warranting the nervous response that Spencer gave by ducking his head and clearing his throat. Rossi caught on immediately and had to bite his lips to keep from laughing.

"Uhm.. at a bar." It wasn't entirely a lie, but it still made Luke scoff.

"Oh, so you're bar crawling without us? Really nice Reid." He teased, and Spencer let out a breath of relief at the lack of questioning. Luke checked his watch and yawned, excusing himself to return to his sleeping spot.

When it was clear that his snores had joined the rest of the team, Rossi let himself laugh lightly. "At a bar, hmm?" He teased, looking up from the file to give him a knowing look.

"She came in as an emergency fill, and she's just perfect Rossi." Spencer sighed, tipping his head back.

"You really like this girl, huh? I haven't seen you this distracted in... well.. Ever." He smiled fondly. "I'm glad to see you dating."

"We aren't dating, not yet. She just got out of a relationship, and I don't want to pressure her into being with me if she isn't ready. Desiree said that maybe she wouldn't mind, kind of like a rebound, but I don't want to be a rebound, I want to treat her right." He affirmed, and Rossi nodded solemnly.

"Well, not that you need to or should take dating advice from me, but I'm gonna give it to you anyway. Don't rush anything. If she's nervous about dating again, then just let her know that you're there when she's ready. You can toe the line of friend and partner pretty easily, it's just whether or not you cross that line." He shrugged. "But I have three ex wives so why listen to me." Spencer smiled, blowing air out of his nose in a laugh.

Spencer crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the window, watching as the wing cut through a cloud and the lights at the end of the wing blinked steadily, the repetitive motion lulling him to sleep.

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"Okay okay. So you've thought about getting a tattoo for how long? And you're still blank!?" Grace chastized, taking a drink from her Smirnoff Ice and shaking her head at me.

"My mom always said that if I came home from college with a tattoo I was disowned!" I defended, thanking Angel as she handed me another Mike's Hard. "I have two that I've thought about, but they are both huge, so I'm not going to get them until I have enough money to spare.