I arrive at Reid's apartment, shortly after he does.
I get to his apartment and I knock and almost immediately, he opens the door with a big grin.
"So, this is your humble abode?" I joke and he nods.
"I've lived here since I started working at the BAU. Sorry, about the books," He says as I set my stuff down next to my shoes.
"No, it's quite adorable, your book collection," I answer and he motions towards the couch for me to sit.
"So what movie are we watching?" I ask.
"Oh, I figured we could find something on Netflix or Hulu to watch," He says, "Wine?"
"Depends on what we're having for dinner," I joke.
"Takeout. Is that okay?"
"That's perfect."
I scroll through the movies trying to find something to watch and Spencer hands me a glass of red wine.
"Thank you," I say, continuing to scroll.
The door knocks and Spencer grabs a twenty out of his purse and answers the door.
"Keep the change," Spencer says handing the delivery woman said giving him the food.
Spencer gets the food ready as I click on a movie that I want to watch and pause it.
"How much do I owe you?" I say, grabbing my purse.
"Nothing. I can pay for the food," Spencer smiles.
"I insist, Spence. Let me pay for my food," I grab my wallet.
"I got it. Just relax," Spencer sits down and I sit next to him starting the movie.
We split the takeout and we get about halfway through the movie before Spencer needs to make a bathroom break.
He rushes out, wiping his hands on his pants to dry them. I grab the remote to play the movie, but he grabs my hand to stop me.
"What's going on with you and Hotch?" Spencer asks. I stare at him, debating on telling him the truth or not.
"Y/N? Did you hear me?" Spencer says, still holding onto my hand.
"I- I don't know if I should say," I say, quietly. He lets go of my hand and looks me in the eye.
"Y/N, you can trust me. I won't tell the others. You just seem so out of it, obviously something happened," Spencer searches my face for any answer he could get. I look anywhere but his face and I sigh.
"Did you sleep together?" He asks, almost sad.
"Oh no. We just, um, kissed," I say, leaning back on his couch, facing his ceiling.
"Oh. Isn't that a good sign? I'm pretty sure getting kissed means that they like you," Spencer says and I scoff.
"Obviously not, because he texted me to meet him in his office the next morning, and when I did, he told me it was a mistake and that I could report him if I would like. I am, obviously, not going to but that hurt," I say, tears lining my eyes.
Spencer stays silent for a few before speaking, "He said, 'It was a mistake,'?"
"Well, not exactly, he said it was innappropriate and basically wants to forget about me," I exaggerate.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Spencer makes me look at him, "But you assume that because Hotch said it was innappropriate, he means he wants to forget about you?"
I stay silent.
"There's a lot to not like about you, Spence. Yes, I assumed, but I could tell."
"Why risk everything to kiss him?" Spencer asks.
"I didn't, he kissed me!" I groan, drinking the little wine I have left.
"Oh," Spencer says, realization.
"What?" I ask.
"He kisses you. He deems it unprofessional for the workplace. So, your conclusion is he wants to forget about you," Spencer says knowingly, and laughs.
"Yes, Dr. Genius, you think he would still like me if he didn't think it was a mistake?" I say, a little offended.
"Not a mistake," Spencer corrects me and I groan.
"It seems like he likes you, Y/N. I mean, who wouldn't," Spencer blushes.
"Well, supposedly he does, what should I do?" I ask.
"I would talk to him, ask him if he likes you back," Spencer says, scooting a little closer to me.
"But-" I begin to say but Spencer cuts me off.
"But nothing. You're an amazing, funny woman. Of course, he'll like you. He's be crazy not to. So tomorrow, you are going to go to Hotch and talk to him!"
I look shocked at Spencer.
"I didn't know you were so passionate about this," I joke.
"Just, do it, please?" He asks.
"Fine. I'll talk to Hotch. Only for you though," I groan, laying back and Spencer smiles in victory.
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Hotchner Has My Heart
Fanfiction"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Here," the black haired man said, holding out his hand. I take his hand and he helps me up off the sidewalk. He looks me up and down as I wipe any dirt I had on me off. "Uh, I'm Aaron Hotchner. Nice to meet you," The tall...
