road trip

9. long distance profiling

a/n: this man and his long hair phase. i cannot. also lmao sorry it's been so long school rly do be taking up all my time. 

ALSO MATTHEW IS IN MY CITY AND I LITERALLY CANNOT FUNCTION

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lil recap: 

once at the orchard the two of you walked along the rows and rows of apple trees, watching the sunset between them. it was beautiful and picturesque and you snapped a few pictures before sending them to garcia.

you tried to get a few pictures of spencer without him noticing, he looked gorgeous surrounded by trees. however, the boy genius caught on to your scheme and began posing ridiculously for them. he picked an apple and flicked up his collar, demanding that you take a picture of him like this, for derek's desk, he had said.

you ended up sending those to garcia and hotch.

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"you did not," spencer laughed, reaching to grab your phone as he realized you had been taking pictures of him while he was driving.

"sorry pretty boy," you laughed, ruffling his hair before shoving your phone under your thigh, "what's done is done,"

spencer stared at you for a second, watching your facial expressions. 

"i know i'm sexy as fuck, but i don't wanna die today spence," you said, putting a hand on his head and swiveling it back to face the road. 

spencer laughed before taking your hand off of his head and placing your joined hands on your thigh. 

driving with spencer reid had quickly become your favorite thing. 

you moved your hand from under his to turn on the radio, giggling when you found a station that was playing all too well by taylor swift. 

spencer looked over at you in amusement as you belted the chorus while you let the memories that the song brought wash over you. 

before the bau and college and when life got serious, you would spend hours sitting in the park with your friends just belting songs and being classic menaces to society while eating way too many donuts to be healthy. 

you and your friends would often sing your voices raw and not be able to talk the following day. people would stare and wonder why you were all belting such sad songs at the tops of your lungs. 

you were vaguely aware of spencer's eyes on you as you reminisced on your teenage years. 

as the song ended, you took a deep breath and screamed out the window. 

(a/n: i know, gideon type shit.) 

spencer's eyes shot to you in a panic as he braked abruptly. 

"y/n?!" he yelled in confusion, "are you ok?" 

"oh, yeah, sorry spence, i didn't mean to scare you," you laughed sheepishly, patting his hand that was still on your thigh. 

"scare me? god woman, don't give me a fucking heart attack for no reason," spencer groaned, running his hands through his hair. 

"it's just something that i used to do with my friends," you tried to explain as spencer began to drive again. 

"you would scream bloody murder with your friends for fun?" spencer asked, chuckling softly at your expression.

"no," you mumbled, embarrassed that you couldn't explain it as eloquently as you had wanted to. 

"we would scream to just get all of our emotions out when we couldn't say them out loud,"