lost | spencer reid x reader

prologue

Who knew a bottle of wine and some fluffy socks could feel so good. Letting the tart red taste linger on your tongue, you began to feel the weeks endless stress melt away. Though working as a profiler at the BAU comes with it's pros, people tend to forget how tirelessly you and the team work to even make it home by Saturday. Your eyes linger on nothing as the monotonous sound of the National Geographic reminding you of the weight on your eyes, begging you to finally rest and even though your half drank glass of wine was calling out to you. Sleep was certainly looking like the path of least resistance. Of course, no decision lasts forever. Just as you gained the motivation to push your achy muscles just a little farther and hobble your way to the bedroom, you're ambushed by a phone call from your childhood best friend, Ziyha.

"Well hello Mrs. FBI. You've finally decided to reply!" the once forgotten tones of your favorite person bringing a warm feeling your stomach again.

"I missed your voice Ziyha"

"Yeah, yeah. You sound whipped, how are you"

"God I'm dying, I genuinely think I'm going to collapse" With each second passing, the thought of sinking deep into the couch and hibernating all weekend has never been better.

"Well you're the dumb one for taking the fancy new job. I genuinely haven't seen your pretty little face in a month! Y/N I used to live in your apartment" 

"I know but, I haven't had any proper time off and I need to make a good impression. You know how big of a deal this job is"

"I know, but you're one of the smartest ladies I know. And I miss you I guess," You soften at Ziyhas admittance. It's not often her tendency to express her love, rather just show it.

"I think about you every day Z," The line is silent for a moment, the two of you basking in your mutual silent love "But after 3 months, I have my first day off!"

"Really?" she questions. 

"Really."

"Well mamma do I have a plan for you" A small laugh comes from Ziyhas end, you decide to finally stand up and clean around while the two of you speak. Dragging your cinder block feet into the kitchen. 

"Oh god, what do you mean?" 

"I mean I was recently invited to this party" you can hear Ziyha smiling through the phone, she was up to something.

"Okay.. And?"

"It's a special type of party" 

"Z what are you going on about" you try to mask it but intrigue peaks from your voice. You lean against your kitchen counter, bracing yourself for what she'll reveal next.

"Its a-" she pauses momentarily "It's a BDSM party. Some super exclusive shit. The guy I'm hanging with from tinder invited me, but I said I'd only go if I could bring a plus one"

You're silent for a moment, letting what Ziyha just said register. Was she insane? Had she let herself forget that you are a federal agent or was it her plan to stay blissfully dumb.

"Absolutely not"

"No! Y/N seriously, remember when you got really drunk at Ari's birthday and confessed in a game of truth or drink that you wanted to get into that stuff. This is your chance, you don't even have to do anything we can just be stupid and get free drinks like we used to"

"Z I'm serious, my job is not a joke anymore. I can't" taking your last sip of wine with a sigh, you dump the rest out in a defeated flick of the wrist. Ziyha stops to think for a moment before speaking again.

"But this is the best part, I said earlier this club is super exclusive. I wasn't kidding! You only pay in cash, no cameras, no trace of anyone being there. That's why they have so many high-end customers. You can check their website. I swear Y/N you'll be fine, and you need to relax. When's the last time you just went to a bar and flirted with some men?" her voice is hopeful, and annoyingly convincing. One of the worst things about Ziyha is that she's almost always right.

"I- I really don't think that's the point. It's a BDSM club, how-"

"You wanna go, I know you do Y/N. We'll be super cautious, please. Have some fun with me" even though you can't see her, you know the Ziyha is smug as can be. Furrowed brows and a convinced voice from her can be one of the worst persuasions of all. But really, what danger could come from some old school fun with your best friend. No one would recognize you. Right?

"Send me their website, and I'll tell you in the morning"