road trip

3. paperwork

a/n: aaaa the converse. happy reading emily ;)

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just in case y'all needed a playlist for this book or anything else

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"fun? spence, this is fun?" you asked incredulously as you closed a file and threw it on top of the growing pile on the conference table, almost knocking over your third coffee of the night. 

"you look cute when you're mad at me for signing you up for extra paperwork." he smiled sweetly, closing a file of his own and tossing it on top of the one you just placed. you wanted to punch him. 

"oh you are so lucky i don't wanna mess up your perfect face," you groaned as you opened a folder. you tried to ignore the way your heartbeat picked up when he called you cute. 

"you think my face is perfect?" he asked innocently.

"what? no. i never -" you tried explaining as spencer interrupted you,

"because according to the golden ratio, my face is actually not symmetrical and therefore not perfect. fun fact, the golden ratio also dictates how attractive we find a person, but like i said, my face does not fit the societal expectation of 'perfect'" spencer rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"um guys?" detective gilligan pointed to the tv above the two of you.  

a hurricane warning. seriously those things give such little notice. 

"spence, we better try to book a flight out of here before they get canceled," you said worriedly. 

"statistically, even if we do book a flight, it'll probably get canceled or delayed anyway. the chances are we won't be getting out of here until after the storm passes." spencer explained.

you sighed defeatedly. "i guess the team will just have to deal without us then."

as if summoned by your words alone, your cell phone rang with a call from hotch.

"y/n, are you with reid?" hotch's voice sounded through your cellphone. 

"where else would i be?" you joked, laughing slightly.

"good. we need you both back as soon as possible. we've got another case." hotch ordered. 

"oh of course. i almost forgot that serial killers stop for nothing." you say sarcastically. 

"hotch, there's a hurricane coming, there's no way we'll be able to fly out." reid pointed out. 

"oh fu-" hotch trailed off,  "what if you drive up?"

"um, yeah that would work," you said, watching reid calculate the amount of time it would take to drive from miami to quantico. 

"if we assume there's no traffic it will take y/n and i approximately 14 hours and 30 minutes to get from here to headquarters. if we leave now though, we'll probably have to stop somewhere to wait out the rain and sleep." spencer explained, already packing his things into his messenger bag. 

"ok that works. i'll expect the both of you back in three days. please leave tomorrow, and drive safely." hotch said before hanging up the phone. 

"he does know that we don't need three days to get back right?" reid asked.

"i think this is just hotch's way of giving us the vacation days you stole from us," you joked, lightly punching his arm. 

"don't speak too soon, he just sent us the case details. we should probably go over them when we get closer to quantico," spencer noticed. you sighed, knowing this "vacation" had been too good to be true.

the two of you headed back to your hotel and finished packing up, getting ready for your road trip in the morning. 

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"coffee?" you were met in the lobby by a smiling spencer holding two cups of coffee and a bag of what looked like pastries in his other hand.

"you sir, know exactly the way to a woman's heart" you laughed, graciously accepting the coffee from him, and trying to grab the bag before he clutched it closer to him. 

"ma'am what makes you think you've deserved these muffins?" reid looked slightly offended.

"ok boy genius, let's hit the road shall we?" you brushed by him, not missing the way his breath hitched when your hand "accidentally" grazed the bottom of his tucked in purple button-down.

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"god, why don't fbi issued SUVs have an aux cord?" you grumbled, bored with the country music that was the only thing on the radio.

spencer laughed at your annoyance as he drove. you couldn't explain it but there had always been something insanely attractive about watching people drive and watching spencer drive for the past 3 hours had done something to you. 

"i mean, if you listen hard enough, popular, new country music is just pop music but with a really heavy country accent." you mused, watching spencer cock an eyebrow at your statement. 

god why did this man have to be so attractive. you knew that things had to stay professional between the two of you at work, but it had always been so difficult.

it had appeared that you and spencer had missed the storm completely on your drive up. the road was wet, but the sky was clear and the air had the distinct smell it does after it rains. 

you rolled your window down and practically stuck your head out the window. you could feel spencer's concern radiate off of him as he pulled you back inside the car. his hand lingering on your thigh as you rolled your eyes at him.

"spence, come on, live a little," you patted the top of his hand, which was still on your thigh. you tried to control your breathing, but that was getting a little hard considering spencer's hand was making it very hard to think. 

"yeah ok, but i'm all for living, just not falling out of a moving car, ok?" spencer ran his hand through his hair as he looked at you and sighed. 

"fine." you basically pouted, whispering "spoilsport" under your breath. 

"yeah ok hate me for saving your life." spencer chuckled softly.

"i don't hate you, you just spoiled the fun genius," you sighed, admitting defeat.

"why don't i drive as far as charleston for today?" spencer suggested.

"works for me, i'll drive tomorrow," you offered before changing the radio station for the seventh time. 

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a/n: the chapters just keep getting longer oml. anywayyyy hope you enjoyed :) the juicy stuff is yet to come, but don't worry it will come.