The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

U Move, I Move

An early morning call brings a harbinger of doom.

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Spencer woke with a start, the sound of cars absent from the air. He kept his eyes closed a moment longer, listening, and when he heard the sound of quiet talking, he stilled his breathing to try to hear through the walls. (Y/n) was speaking quietly to someone, her voice just barely a whisper as she tried not to yell.

"What do you want me to do about it?" She said exasperated. "No, I can't just come back. I have a life here." He could almost see her rubbing her forehead in anger. "Of course I love him, Avery." His heart dropped against his will, and he tried not to think the worst about a clandestine call at- he turned, glancing at the clock on the wall. 6am... "You know that isn't fair." She said, her voice toeing on tearful. "Fuck! Fine." She did yell this, and Spencer sat up, unable to stop himself from reacting to the concerning conversation. "When?" he asked, and he heard her sigh as he quietly extricated himself from the bed and padded quietly to the door. He pressed his ear to the wood and gently placed his hand on the door, pulling it open quietly. "I can't be there until the 15th." She said, turning to look at a calendar on the wall.

Spencer's eyes drifted to it as well and he saw how her calendar was marked bi weekly with dollar signs, fridays had a red L on it, and there were times, which were now crossed out. Those must have been her hours before she quit. Spencer's eyes returned to her as she approached it, and he analyzed her posture. Her shoulders were up and tight, signaling discomfort. Her hand was fiddling with the hem of her shorts, anxiety, and she was bouncing on her feet, discomfort manifesting in a need to move. He sighed, opening the door fully, flinching when it creaked, and she turned quickly on her heel to see him watching her with concern.

Her eyes went wide and she stammered into the phone, fear? At being caught, or that she woke him up? "Look, I have to go. Yes, I love you too, no... Avery... Stop. I know! Jesus." She hung up the phone angrily and placed it on the table, bracing her hands on the surface as she hung her head, her hair falling over her shoulder despite being held back in a messy ponytail.

"(Y/n)?" Spencer called, giving her a curious look as he stepped out into the living room. Daisy was pacing back and forth between (Y/n) and the table, her ears pointed towards the woman and her tail (though non-existent) was drooping. "Everything okay?"

"Yep." She responded too quickly, her eyes closed tightly and her fingers gripping the table.

"Please don't lie to me." He begged, taking the last few steps he needed in order to place a hand on her shoulder. She flinched for a moment, and then relaxed, turning into him and burying her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Hi." She said quietly, essentially trying to restart the conversation.

"Hi." He repeated, hugging her tightly before he tilted her head up to face him and gave her an expectant look. "What's going on?" He asked, anxiously hoping that she wasn't about to tell him about a lover, or worse, a marriage he was homewrecking. He ran the memories back, trying to find any signs of such a thing, but there were none, and the lack of ring or even the remnants of one on her hand quelled his fears more. She took a deep breath, breathing in what remained of his cologne.

"Family issues." She replied with a sigh, tilting her head back to look up at him without his help. "I really don't want to think about it." She said honestly, and he smiled, dipping his head down to kiss her and she responded happily, humming against his lips. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Besides you?" She blushed and he smirked, kissing her deeply again. He almost convinced her to return to bed with him, but she pulled away, and pushed him away from her escaping his grip.