You Never Call Me Spencer

Spencer Reid's Couch

You looked to the empty streets through your windshield. "So,"

"What?" Reid responded.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked, turning your head to Reid in your passenger seat with your hand resting on the gear shift.

"Sure, anything."

"There was, uh, a gas leak in my apartment building, I was just going to stay in an hotel, I-"

"Yes, of course, you can stay with me. That's what you were asking, right?" Reid seemed excited. It made you smile.

"Yes, it was. Thanks, I really didn't want to ask but-"

"No, no, it's fine. I'd like the company, y/n."

You smiled and backed out from the parking spot. You asked Reid for his address and drove in silence.

You parked outside his buliding and you handed Reid his bag from the back seat and shoved your keys in your pocket. You carried your bag and followed Reid up the stairs to his apartment. You saw a clock that read 3:56am, and you thought about seeing the sun rise.

Reid unlocked his apartment and you followed him in, seeing the ubsurd amount of bookshelves filled with hardcover books, all neutral colored covers. There was a large desk with books all across it with papers around and BAU files.

It was dark and he ran around and turned on a few lamps.

"Um, y/n, you can sleep on the couch, I hope that's ok."

"Yeah," You said quickly. You moved over to his couch and sat down, putting your bag at your feet.

"Um, the bathroom is through my room, I don't really mind if you wake me up." Reid sat down next to you on his couch.

"Ok," You felt awkward, but felt excited by walking into Reid's room while he was sleeping.

We sat there for a few seconds with our hands in our laps.

Reid yawned and told me he was going to sleep, and he was just be in the other room if he needed me. I tried not to smile as he hung a blanket on the back of his couch and walked into his bedroom and left the door cracked.

You wondered if that was a sign. A sign to go over and push the door open enough to go through and get into bed with him.

No. You can't do that. He's not even, he's not even gay. Is he?

You zoned out, wondering. You slipped off your Chuck Taylor's and took of your pants to your long red and dark blue boxers. You took off your tie and unbuttoned your shirt to the white undershirt and laid down on Spencer Reid's couch.

Spencer Reid's couch.