You Never Call Me Spencer

Room 387

You fell down next to Reid with your hands resting on your chest.

You both didn't know what to say. Reid got up and got a rag for his DNA on his chest and put his boxers on and came up behind you as you were putting your boxers on. 

"Are these scars?" He asked, rubbing his fingers gently over your back. 

They were, in fact. Four of them, small but still enough to be seen from across the room. You didn't know what to say.

You heard your phone, ringing, in Reid's living room. "I gotta get that," You said, springing away from his touch, feeling stupid. 

You sat on his couch and looked below the messy papers on his coffee table and found your phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Y/n, we need you at the B.A.U. in 30." It was Penelope Garcia.

"Seriously? We just came back,"

"And get a bag, it's in Sacramento." Garcia hung up the phone and you heard Reid's phone ring from his bedroom. You smiled and started to get your papers together. 

"You heard as well?" Reid said, coming out of his bedroom, holding his phone up. 

"Yeah, Garcia called," Reid knew that. Why did you tell him? 

You shoved your papers into your bag, rushing for no reason. You looked at Reid and he had his shirt on with yours in his hand. He threw it at you.

"Thanks," You said causally and put it on. You threw your button-up unbuttoned over your shirt and put your pants on and started to tie up your shoes.

"Y/n, you can stay." Reid said, standing there. 

You put your bag over your shoulder and ignored what he said and started for the door. "Thanks for last night." You opened his front door and looked at him. "And this morning, Reid." And walked out of his apartment.

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You were sitting in a chair at the round table with Hotch and Morgan, waiting for everyone else to show up. You watched Reid come in and sit down with caution, right next to you. You couldn't help but smile and look down into your lap to hide it. 

"I know we're all tired.."

Oh yeah. You haven't slept in over 24 hours. Sleep deprivation never really affected you. 

The unsub had been killing female redheads, getting younger and younger, all around southern California, with a very short cooling off period. Hotch said "Wheels up in 30." And you went back to your desk, organizing things. 

Reid didn't say anything to you. Was he mad at you? You hated confrontation and never knew why people became like that. You did see why running out on him after sex was upsetting. But what's the big deal?

You got onto the plane, ready for the four and a half hour jet ride to Sacramento. You got up to use the bathroom, and when you came back, Morgan was getting a cup of coffee.

"Big night last night?" He asked, smiling.

"Don't worry about it, Morgan." You patted him on the shoulder and walked back to your seat in front of Reid. He looked up at you and smiled. You couldn't help but smile back as you both put your eyes back in your books. 

After we briefed again, Hotch told Reid and I to get started on the geographical profile when you landed. You both looked up at each other and tried not to smile that you both got to work together. 

You got to the police station in Sacramento and you and Reid set up the boards and maps to make a geographical profile.

Reid reached for something above his head and you touched his exposed rib cage for a split second, so causally. It made Reid look at you when he put his arms back down.