ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ - spencer reid

three.

A/N: there is brief discussion about bdsm topics in this chapter. given since it's the "start" of where things start becoming uncovered about spencer and his ties to things. if you aren't comfortable with bdsm topics... you know the drill.

"are you going to join us in the questioning, agent (y/l/n)? or are you going to just stand there and let me do all the work?" spencer's voice pierced through your daze and you quickly headed to his side to question the women.

you shook their hands as they introduced themselves to you, giving you names that you were certain weren't the names on their ids. their names went right over your head since your attention was still on spencer, the look on his face made him seem uncertain and tense. the clenching of his jaw and the visible vein making itself visible from under his skin had your thoughts somewhere other than with the current investigation.

"are you ladies aware of the men who had been customers here before their death?" spencer's voice broke your daze once again, you were quickly learning that you needed to put your attention on the case and not on the man standing next to you that sent waves of lust through your veins.

"of course, spencer. words travels fast around here. out of all the people, you should know that." the woman; cherry, you recall her telling you, spoke with an edge to her voice. you couldn't tell if she was annoyed with the questioning or trying to tease spencer like an old friend. given the smile on his face after she spoke, you settled on the second idea.

her body language was giving you the idea that she had seniority at the club over the co-worker standing next to her, she was confident. her back straight and her head tipped up at enough of an angel to suggest she was trying to prove her confidence and power around you. you gathered this just from the way her body was angled towards spencer, almost shutting you out of the conversation.

"who did they... visit... before leaving the club on the night of their death?" you spoke up suddenly, spencer's brow raising at the unexpected sound of your voice. you knew the nature of the club, but you weren't sure of  how to talk about it when you weren't behind closed doors with someone.

both of the women you and spencer were questioning looked at each other and had a smile on their face, giving you the only answer you needed. the men had been with both of them. 

"both of them, i'm assuming." spencer had the same thought as you did, clearly. but he spoke of it as more of a fact rather than a question that you would have asked them.

if you hadn't made it a habit of watching every expression that came across spencer's face, you would have missed the very obvious smirk that formed at the corners of his lips, and it was directed towards the women standing in front of you.  he was teasing them back just as they had teased him earlier, and if you hadn't been his co-worker and in the middle of a case, the look on his face would've been enough just to get you into bed with him.

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after you and spencer gathered all the answers you could get out of the two workers at the club, you headed back to the van to make it back to the police station where the bau team was stationed at for the investigation. the two women hadn't provided anything entirely useful to the case, but had provided you with things that were more than useful to you, even if they hadn't directly told you anything.

spencer, when not working, was a regular at the very club they were investigating. spencer, when not working, knew those women very intimately. and this knowledge was something that you weren't sure you could handle knowing since spencer didn't even know that you knew. 

you reviewed the case information that you had left in the car, adding a bunch of notes you had written during the questioning to the file. it only took a few seconds for the realization to hit you, spencer was watching you closely. you could feel his gaze shift from your hands to your neck, and then you felt it was gone.

"the person we're looking for isn't a worker there, so the lead is dead through them. they keep their clients anonymous and off the charts. paid in cash. the only tie the men have is footage from a security camera across the street that shows them getting into the car with a woman." you spoke out to yourself, mumbling your words under your breath to help you gather your ideas.

"they told us there's a place a lot of people meet up at before going to the club, an online website that's locked down. we should get garcia on it to see if these men were involved with the website and then we can see who they had talked through their accounts." this time, you were looking at spencer while you spoke, watching his fingers drum against the steering wheel as he drove. watching his fingers move just made you think about the way his fingers danced against the red whip at the club earlier. 

you were just hoping these thoughts weren't going to impact the way you could work with spencer.

"good idea, (y/n). when we get back to the station we'll gather up the team and debrief them on what we have. go ahead and call garcia and give her the details." his voice was lacking any enthusiasm as he praised you, but the tone wasn't needed. he hadn't called you by just your first name once yet, and hearing your name come from his lips was only furthering the thoughts that were clouding your mind.

spencer let you borrow your phone since you hadn't gotten any of the teams numbers saved, and garcia was more than likely to pick up spencer's call.

"he who seeks the queen of all knowledge, speak and be recognized." garcia's uplifting tone rang through your ears, you were warned about her ways to answer the phone and the change in conversation than what you had been having with spencer was very welcomed.

"garcia, it's (agent y/l/n), no spencer today. we've got a lead for you to check out for us." spencer handed you a piece of paper with the name of the website they were looking for, you knew that garcia could get their account names even if she had to get their ip addresses in ways that the fbi wouldn't want to know.

after the call with garcia, you were left with some answers and more questions. the men did have accounts on there, and they all had been talking to the same one person just a few nights before their death. but, to yours and garcia's surprise, the owner of the account you knew to be the unsub had their ip address hidden through multiple secure layers. luckily, garcia had more knowledge and was able to get you and spencer a location.

as you handed spencer's phone back to him after the call had ended, his fingertips just barely grazed against the side of your hand. it sent shivers through your body and you quickly jerked your hand back to shuffle through some of the case file papers.

when you looked over at spencer to hopefully see that he hadn't noticed, you just managed to see the smile on his face. a smile on his face that sent those same shivers through your body once again. a smile on his face because he knew that he intimidated you and you just wanted his approval. a smile on his face because you knew his secret.