The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

House of Spirits

Who doesn't love a super awkward homecoming?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r07e6U3wdG0

My alarm ringing loudly beside me that Thursday night, or, more accurately, Friday morning startled me awake. Spencer had been gone for most of the week, only really being able to call me early in the morning- before I was awake- or late at night when he wasn't able to stay on the phone for very long. It was disheartening, but Grace and Angel had calmed me enough during the day that by the time I got home, I almost forgot he was hours away. He didn't tell me where he was, but the strange hours told me he was somewhere on the west coast.

I was almost jealous, then again, I quick search of the weather told me all I needed to know: the Canadian border looked really nice when there was a massive heat wave about to hit the southern half of the U.S. When I grabbed my phone, a happy smile spread across my face when I saw a message from Spencer.

Spencer
Good morning beautiful, have a safe flight today. Call me when you land?

That was sent only half an hour before I peeled my eyes open, 3 am my time. Starting off my day with a happy feeling was definitely not what I was expecting, but it was a very nice surprise. I somehow happily jumped out of bed and made my bed quickly, grabbing my ready pile of travel clothes, changing into them quickly, having showered the night before.

If you have traveled much in your life, you will know that there is a feeling you get when you are awake at a disgustingly early time to make an early flight. There is a stillness in the air, and there is a weird halfway point, some people are just waking up, while others are only just now going to bed. There are people getting ready for all manner of trips, one they have been waiting years for, or last minute ones they are taking on a whim. Some were going somewhere they have never been, or going home... like me. A heavy weight settled in my stomach as I grabbed my duffle and my luggage, rolling it quietly out of my apartment to the stairs. Daisy looked up at me, and whined sadly.

"Derek will be by to take care of you, and Spencer is going to take you next weekend if he can okay?" I knew she didn't understand, but it somehow seemed to calm her and she whined, resting her head on her paws. I was anxiously waiting for the letter from the Adoption Agency to tell me she was truly mine, just the thought of having to send her back killed me and I had to force myself to look away to leave.

I had ordered a taxi to pick me up, and when I finally managed to get my rolling bag down the stairs without waking up half the block I saw the driver leaning against the side of his taxi, smoking a cigarette. When he spotted me, he helped me lift my bag into the back of the car and opened the door for me. It was then that I was able to relax on the drive to the airport long enough to text Spencer back.

Me
Just got in my taxi now.

Spencer
Miss you already.

I smiled at his quick response, doing the mental math that it must be 7:30 ish for him, maybe he was on the way into his office? Or just grabbing his morning coffee.

Me
As you should.

I bit my lip, knowing that he was probably biting his tongue and trying not to smile. We had an agreement that when he was working, risque texts were 100% a no go. His coworkers, while his close friends, had no boundaries, and even worse he said that they weren't as okay with the lifestyle as one would hope.

Spencer
Careful.

My face instantly went red and I grinned like an idiot. It was fun riling him up, and even more so when I knew he for one, could do nothing about it. And two, couldn't call me to use that tone of voice that he knew would make me weak at the knees. He had left on Monday, and I hadn't seen him since, we were both getting desperate, and with me about to be gone for one or two weeks it wasn't about to get easier. I decided not to answer, instead, I looked out my window, trying to keep my heartbeat from getting too fast at the prospect that I was returning to Maine. After my father died, Bangor hadn't felt like home, and when I was done of university, I spent more time in Orono than Bangor in my apartment with Aiden.