requested by: @weirdo_907 request: Hey i got an idea for a oneshot that u can do the reader and spencer get snowed in at a motel that there staying at bit the power goes out and spencer distracts the reader with a lil smut.u dont have to do this if u dont want its ju ssf t an idea description: ...in which your coworker spencer reid accidentally books a disregarded motel during your stay in atla, utah.
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When Hotch had asked you and Reid if you'd be willing to speak at a conference in Atla, Utah, you happily obliged, thinking it would be fun to get away for a weekend with your coworker from the Behavioral Analysis Unit.
You didn't quite understand Reid when he furrowed his brows and asked Hotch, "Atla? Really?" That is, until you got there, and there were only nine people at the conference.
"Welcome to Atla, (Y/N)," Reid said sassily to you. "Population, 383."
Groaning, you rolled your eyes and asked, "Couldn't you have mentioned that before I agreed to go on this trip with you? God, it's freezing."
"It is the middle of December."
"Okay, first of all, fuck you," you said, throwing Reid a smirk as he looked at you, his jaw hanging open. "Second of all, you booked the hotel, right? One with a heater and two separate beds?"
"Yep. We can head there after the conference."
"Thank god."
After just about the worst conference you'd ever attended, you and Reid climbed into the black FBI issued SUV parked outside, both of you sighing loudly with frustration. "I feel like I just wasted the last three hours of my life talking to a bunch of zombies," you groaned. "I'm beat. I need a hot shower and a cozy bed. What's the name of the hotel?"
"The Snowball Inn."
Your heart stopped. Literally. You looked over at Reid as your jaw fell open. "You didn't."
"What?"
"You did not book that place."
Reid looked at you, confused. "Why? What's wrong with it? It's a hotel."
"No, it's not!" You cried. "It's a two star motel, you goddamn idiot. That's the exact place I told you not to book when you were looking at hotels, eidetic memory my ass. You know, for a genius with an IQ of 187, you're dumb as shit. Siri," you said to your phone. "Pull up directions to the Snowball Inn."
"Pulling up directions to the Snowball Inn," the computerized voice replied.
"I'm sorry," Reid said to you as you started to pull out of the parking lot. "I guess I... clicked the wrong thing."
"Reid," you grumbled to him. "I'm gonna need you to shut the fuck up because I'm pissed at you right now."
For the remainder of the drive, you were both silent. You had to drive slow because the streets were caked in snow, which made you even more mad. You gripped the steering wheel firmly, struggling to contain the shrill scream of annoyance that begged to be released. Once you were almost to the motel, Reid picked his satchel up off the ground and dug his hand around in it, pulling out a tiny snow globe.
