Spencer Reid Oneshots

Bouquet

While working your afternoon shift at your local flower shop that you inherited from your parents, you hear the bell above the door ring signaling someone came in.

  "Hi welcome to-" "Do you know how to say 'Fuck You' in flowers?!"

You looked at the disheveled man. His tie loosened and his over coat unbuttoned. His hair was all over the place. You wanted to run your hands through it and feel the waves pass through your fingers. Then you met with his eyes. They made you entranced by their beauty.

  After being pulled out of your haze, you looked around at the selection you had out. Walking over to the brightly lit shelves with the man behind you, you withdrew two or three of the stems. "For starters we have the Aconite. It's meaning is literally 'hatred'." You said as you walked to a different section. "Butterfly weeds indicate that you want to be left alone." You turn your head over your shoulder and ask, "Would you want these included as well?"

  He responded with a nod and with that you put those in the hand as well. "Now carnations you have to be careful with! Yellow means disdain and rejection while white means love and pure sweetness." You chuckled as you grabbed a Yellow Carnation. "And last but not least, we have the Petunias. They symbolize resentment and anger." You spoke as you added the final flowers to the bouquet and walked to the register getting them wrapped up.

"Would you like a card as well to add a message Mr.-" "Reid, Spencer Reid." He cut you off as he spoke with a smile. "And yes, definitely. If possible can I get a post card size?" He asked. You nodded and walked to the back and picked out a dull card. Bringing it back you saw the man admiring your shop.

  "Do you own this place or just work here?" He asked while beginning to write on the card. "I inherited it from my parents after they passed." While he wrote you tried to sneak a glance to see what he was writing but all you could see was a name. 'Jennifer'.

You quickly went to the register to look busy until he slid the pen towards you and placed the card in the bouquet. "Thank you so much-" he looked for your name tag and smiled. "Y/N. This will help a lot." You smiled at the way your name fell from his mouth. "You're welcome Mr. Reid. I hope everything goes well." He waved his hand and shook his head. "Please, call me Spencer. I'm sure I'll be back here again." He left with a smile.

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It's been a week and 3 days since you've seen Spencer. You were finishing up by watering the flowers. You heard the familiar bell above the door and looked up. "Spencer!" You almost jumped into his arms but restrained yourself. He laughed softly. You held out your hand to offer a handshake but he waved his hand. "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." He spoke as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you returning one to his. You both had a light pink shaded on your cheeks.

"What can I help you with?" You asked while finishing up with the water. "I need a good flower to ask someone on a date. I've never been good with choices." He chuckled while looking at his selection.

You felt your heart kind of drop when you heard about the date but shook it off. "Well, do you know what kind of woman she's like?" "I don't know much. She's very beautiful, her eyes are bright and longing. She does know her flowers though so I need a specialist so I don't mess up."

Your face contorted as you focused on the wide variety before you both. "Well we have the classic sunflowers, they're colorful and bright. Peonies symbolize love between two strangers. Roses are more common, but I suggest giving them on Valentine's Day rather than a first date."

"Do you have a favorite?" Spencer asked while following you around your shop. You turned and faced him. "Me? Well. I've always favored Tulips. They have this soft, innocent yet strong vibe. You want to reach out and touch them but you don't want to hurt them." He watched as you trailed your fingers over the delicate petals. "Can I get a bouquet of Tulips?"

You rung him up and waited for him to pay. After he did you closed and locked up the register. Getting all your belongings you and Spencer walked out the shop, you turning the locks to secure it behind you. "Well, good luck with your date Spence." He smiles at the nickname and looked at you. "Um actually. I got these for you. I was hoping to be able to ask you to dinner tonight?" Your eyes widened as you looked at him, then they softened and your lips curled into a smile.

"Of course."