Losing Control [ spencer reid x reader ] ✔

29. Coffee Mugs

Y'all said you wanted more sub!Spencer—so I decided to feed you.

You groan, dropping the pen on your desk as you lean back in your chair. "Can we have a case already? Paperwork is driving me insane."

Prentiss chuckles next to you. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it, I promise."

You roll your eyes, looking back down at the paperwork in front of you. It had been a month since the case in Las Vegas, and so far, no new cases had popped up. Either the serial killers of the world are at peace, or local PD just really aren't doing their job. Either way, the team had done nothing but paperwork for the past month.

"Hey, maybe we should go out tonight? Like to eat? As a team?" JJ suggests, looking around at everyone in the office.

You lock eyes with Spencer, a little grin on his face. "I think that would be fun."

"Dinner first, bar after, maybe?" Morgan asks, resting his elbows on his desk.

"I'm down," Prentiss says.

"Ooh, count me in!" Garcia pipes up from the coffee pot.

"I'm down for dinner, but Y/n and I will probably skip out on the bar," Spence says, raising his eyebrows a little. You know that look.

You giggle, a blush creeping across your cheeks. "Yeah, Spencer and I have some plans. We've been, uh, planning them for a while."

"Do those plans involve you two horizontal on a bed?" Morgan's teasing grin looks like it's going to break his face.

"Or vertical against a wall..." Prentiss continues, giggling.

"Oh, shut up!" You respond, hitting her arm.

The team laughs and Hotch emerges from his office. "What's so funny?"

"I heard laughing, I want in on the joke," Rossi says, poking his head out of his office.

You shake your head. "No, you don't, Rossi."

"We're going out to dinner tonight as a team; do you guys want to come?" JJ asks, twiddling the pen in her fingers.

"I can do that," Hotch says. "I can't stay out too late because I have Jack, but dinner sounds nice."

"I know the perfect Italian place to go," Rossi says, waltzing down the stairs.

"Of course you do," Prentiss quips.