Multi-Fandom Imagines

Criminal Minds [s. reid]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Imagine
Imagine: Your boyfriend forgets his lunch one day, and after some consideration you decide to drop it off at work for him.
Warnings: None

You tapped your foot, staring at the brown bag sitting on the counter.

Spencer had been in such a rush to work that morning that he zipped out the door without his lunch. That shouldn't be a problem, as you were well aware that the federal building where he worked had a cafeteria.

But this was Spencer Reid you were talking about. And Spence hated the cafeteria food. On the rare occasion he forgot his lunch he'd go the entire day living off coffee and whatever snacks were hidden in his desk. Then he'd come home starving and with a nasty headache.

So without his lunch he would not be eating today. Normally you'd just shake your head and stick it in the fridge for whenever he got home. But Spencer had been extra stressed out lately and when he got stressed he forgot to take care of himself. And thinking of him stressing out at work and going hungry upset you.

So with a sigh you decided. You would drop the food off. He was just in the office for the day, as far as you knew, so you could probably just leave it with the front security and have them take it up to him.

The two of you had been dating for a while but agreed to keep it secret from his coworkers for now. Spencer was adamant that in his line of work he could never have any secrets, and for once he wanted to have something all to himself. You couldn't even begin to understand how he did what he did, so you agreed. Which was why you would quickly and discretely drop the food off and then be gone without a trace.

No harm in that at all.

You quickly got dressed and grabbed the bag. The two of you lived in Spence's apartment, within reasonable walking distance from where he worked. It was a nice day and you enjoyed the weather as you walked.

It only took about 15 minutes before you were pulling the doors to the government building open, immediately being hit with a rush of cool air. The inside was full of people who looked like they really meant business in their fancy suites and stern faces. You sudden felt self conscious in your normal civilian attire, and scurried up to the front security gates to get this over with.

The lady at the front desk seemed disinterested, and barely looked up when you stopped in front of her.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, yes. I was just hoping I could drop off this food for my boyfriend. He works here and forgot it this morning and he always gets cranky when he's hungry and-"

"Ma'am we don't deliver food."

"I know I just-he's going to be hungry and I can tell you what department he works for and maybe someone could just run it up to him real quick."

She pulled open a binder from her desk, sighing heavily. "Can I get your name?"

"Oh, um, (y/n) (y/l/n) but I don't work here I'm-"

"Here you are. You're already a registered visitor."

She handed you a clip on badge with Visitor printed on it. "Go on through the checkpoints, elevators are to the left and there's a directory on the wall. Have a good day."

With her dismiss you forced your feet away and headed towards security. You felt like a fraud walking amongst agents and other government workers, and you kept your gaze down to avoid eye contact. After your purse got checked and you got scanned you passed through and shuffled to the elevators.

You paused in front of the directory, squinting at the dozens of names listed. Where the fuck was the BAU?

You must've looked as confused as you felt, as someone stopped beside you and spoke up. "Miss? Do you need help finding something?"