You quickly got up, taking clothes out of your go bag and started a cold shower, washing your hair and your body in three minutes, brushing your teeth, blow drying your hair and getting dressed in ten minutes. All of this time at the B.A.U. trained you on how to get ready quickly.
You walked out of your hotel room with your bag over your shoulder with all of your paperwork and came up to room 387, and knocked on the door.
Reid almost immediately came out with his bag. "It took you eleven minutes and thirty-seven seconds, y/n." He looked down at his watch.
I think the redhead would still be dead.
"Sorry, I had to, um, shower." You said as you walked down to the elevator and looked down the empty hallways. It was too early in the morning for anyone to be up.
You looked down and saw Prentiss and Morgan coming down the hallway. "Are we riding with you? J.J.'s talking to the guy who found the body, apparently it was some journalist."
"Yeah, and I think Hotch was already at the station." You said.
"Does that man ever sleep?" Morgan shook his head while we went into the elevator.
Reid was standing close to you in the elevator that you could almost feel him breathing. It almost was like the cold shower hadn't happened.
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You Never Call Me Spencer
Fanfiction• Spencer Reid x Male Reader MALE READER/POV • smut, fluff, angst, also talks of cases and violence • M/M • no smut warnings or TW • NOT YET COMPLETED