No Guidance [Spencer Reid x Reader 18+]✔️

The before & a dinner

Tw: mentions of drugs, abuse, sexual assault and drinking. As well as mental illness and miscarriages. You do not have to read this part at all. I'll recap in the next chapter.

Please take care of yourself. I love you

The case was quick. 

You all divided and managed to catch the unsub. 

A 50 year old man who had lost his daughter from a drug overdose. He was punishing those who he thought would be able to tell him what happened to her.

On the plane ride home, Emily showed you how to do the paper work of which all of your finished which meant you could go straight home from the jet.

You had asked Spencer if he wanted a ride home. He nodded at you.

Walking to your car in comfortable silence, you couldn't help but think about the man you were walking next too. 

He had quickly become a good friend and was super helpful and encouraging. He was soft, kind. He was at your level in the smarts department, which made talking to him easy and not awkward. 

Spencer always knew what you were talking about and would throw in his own little tidbits of knowledge. His brain was huge. But he was humble about his smarts unless provoked.

"What cha thinking about babydoll?" he said pulling you out of your thoughts

"Nothing actually. Whats with the nickname all of a sudden?" you sounded a little colder than you meant too. It wasn't that you cared. You liked it. No one except Catherine ever had a nickname for you.

"oh- uh I don't know. It just came to me. I-I don't have to call you that if you don't want me too. Im sorry. I sh-shouldve asked you" he rambles when hes nervous. Stutters too. Its cute.

"Spence. Its fine" you laughed unlocking the jeep and hopping in.

Pulling out of the parking lot, the ride was quiet except for the music from the radio playing quietly.

"So, whats your story Dr. Reid?" looking at him as he stiffened at the name

"Story?" he asked looking slightly confused

"Life story dude. Like what made you into Dr. Reid. That's a title you earn. Its not given. Only if you wanna tell me. You don't have too." You suddenly felt bad about asking. Everyone has a past. As bad as yours was, you liked knowing what turned people into who they are.

People can have the exact same trauma and one will be a serial killer, while the other will become a lawyer. We are in control of our own paths in life. It's up to us to decide to do the right thing.

"Ah well, I was extremely smart which meant skipping grades and graduating High school at twelve. I was relentlessly bullied. That was so much fun" he sarcastically stated, rolling his eyes. "My father left when I was young because he couldn't handle my mothers schizophrenia. That meant I was left to take care of her" he looked down at his hands.