You Never Call Me Spencer

1:04am

"Hey, I'm going, do you need anything y/n?" Emily Prentiss asked you, putting her bag over her shoulder, standing at her desk.

"Um, no, thanks, Prentiss."

"Alright, don't you two stay the whole night." Prentiss smiled as she put her back to the door, walking backwards as she pointed to Spencer Reid and you.

"Bye," Reid said, doing an awkward, small wave, putting his head back into his work.

You looked down to yours, spinning your pencil in your hand. You looked at the analog clock hanging up on the wall. It was 1:04, and we had gotten home from a case a couple hours ago. You didn't go home because there was a gas leak at your apartment and you didn't know where to go and you had liked it here with your co-workers and being able to look up and see the back of Reid's head.

"Hey, um, y/n?" Reid spun his chair around as you looked up to him, startled by the sudden noise after long silence.

"Yeah?" You responded quickly.

"I know this, uh, pho place that's open all night. Do you wanna get a late dinner?"

You looked to see him putting files in his leather bag, planning on leaving no matter what you said.

"Um, yeah, yeah, ok." You said rather quickly, standing and putting your work into your backpack that's been used since your senior year of college.

Reid smiled and you followed him out of the doors of the FBI.

You both got into your dirty blue sedan, that was clean on the inside. You fished the keys out of your pocket as we sat in the front seats, Reid placing his bag next to yours in the back. You started the car and you drove up to D.C., silent with only few words, talking about people on the road.

You walked in with Reid behind you and the workers sat up from their half-slumber while watching old re-runs on a tv positioned on the wall.

"Just two?" The waiter asked, grabbing menus and silverware, placing them on a booth.

"Yeah, thanks." You said to the waiter, climbing into the booth facing the door, across from Reid. We ordered our drinks and waited in silence until our drinks came.

"Everything ok?" You asked, balling up your straw wrapper and taking a sip of your soda.

"Yeah, why?" Reid smiled, taking a sip of his soda.

"You don't usually ask to go out for dinner." You fidgeted with the straw wrapper between your fingers.

"Oh," He said blankly.

The waiter came by, stopping Reid from answering with a proper response. We ordered our food and the waiter walked away with our menus. Reid took another sip of his soda.

"Are you ok? You're fidgety," He notes at you twisting the wrapper in between your hands.

"Yeah,"

"I can also hear you tapping your foot against the leg of the table." Reid noted again and you stopped moving your foot.

"Oh, uh sorry?" You looked out onto the street and the absence of people on the street. "Not really, but-"

"I get it," Reid said, and you wondered what he really got.

You smiled and looked down into your lap.

The silence broke with a group of teenagers, walking in, laughing loudly. You both turned your heads to them, and they looked at you both like you were the worst people on the earth. They were probably in college and looked like they might had been drinking earlier. You wondered why tipsy college students would want pho at 1am.

"Seems like a pleasant crowd," Reid said quietly, turning his head back to yours.

You were surprised by his sarcasm. "I know,"

"Good thing I wasn't legally allowed to drink when I was in college."

"What was legal for you in college?" You teased him.

"Um, I could-" He paused. "The was rhetorical, right?"

"Yeah, Reid, it was." You continued to smile.

The food soon came you both ate with spoons opposed to the chopsticks provided. By the time the both of you left, it was 3am. We walked outside on the street, looking at the empty, dark streets and the occasional drunk college students. You both back into your car, and put the keys into the ignition.