just friends (s. reid)

6.

Happy Election Day! Make sure you get out and vote today if you are over 18 and eligible! Stay safe and enjoy this chapter :)

**Also in case anyone wants an idea of which Reid this is, definitely post-prison Reid tehe

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"Reid, I know that's your car. Are you okay?" Garcia yells.

Your eyes widen as you hear her heels start clicking towards his car. You give reid a what-the-fuck-are-we-supposed-to-do-? Look. Garcia cannot catch you two in the middle of this. You love her but she would never shut up about this. She'd tell the team and then Strauss would find out. You and Spencer could both get fired. Her big mouth was her one fatal flaw.

"Get in the back, lie down, don't say anything," Spencer says as he points to the back of his car.

This better work. For everyone's sake.

You climb off of Spencer and get into the back seat laying down on the ground. Spencer gets out of the car and goes to talk to Garcia. This'll be good.

"Garcia?" Spencer asks as if he didn't know it was her already.

"Reid! Why did you honk your horn? Is everything all right?" Garcia said, rushing over to him.

By the time Spencer had walked to the backseat window Garcia was right up next to him. He positioned himself in front of the window so Garcia wouldn't be able to look inside and see you laying there.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," Reid replied.

"Wait..." Garcia started.

Fuck. What is it Penny?

"What are you doing here on a weekend?"

"I could ask you the same question," Spencer answered.

"I'm always here on weekends when you guys finish up cases. I have to make sure all my illegal actions look legal or I'll get kicked off the team. Strauss hates that illegal business."

"Oh, right. I knew that. Morgan must've mentioned it at one point."

"MMM! I do love me some chocolate thunder."

You let out a small laugh before slapping your hand over your mouth. Dammit. Reid shifted uncomfortably outside the window. He clearly heard you, but did Garcia?

"What was that?"

Yup. She heard you. Get ready to be exposed, Y/N.

"Nothing," Spencer replied almost a little too fast.

"I'm suspicious but I guess I'll let it slide today because I'm still waiting to hear why you're here on a Saturday?"

"Oh umm," Spencer's eyes scan the parking garage looking for an answer, "I'm picking up some files I left here last night."

"Mhm," Garcia hums looking at the same spots Spencer just looked at. "Is that Y/N's car? What is she doing here? I didn't see her inside..."

Stop reading into things or become a profiler already, Garcia. Jesus.

"That's because... that's because her car broke down here last night."

Great cover up genius. Get us caught why don't you.

"She grabbed an uber home and texted me this morning asking if I could pick up some files for her. You know how she hates leaving work over the weekend."

"Yeah, she's super high strung like that," Garcia replied, "I need to get her drunk soon."

"Now that's something I'd like to see," Reid laughed to himself.

"Have you never seen Y/N drunk? She's a hoot!"

"I'll bet she is."

You can hear the smirk in his voice. The nerve of that man. You'd give anything to kick him right now. Hard.

"Well, I'm heading over to JJ's to hang with her and Henry. See you Monday, boy genius," Garcia says with a wave as she walks off to her car. Her car had those fake eyelashes on the lights and was bright pink. What else did you expect from her though?

"Bye Garcia."

Spencer waits for Garcia to drive away before climbing back into his car. You pop your head up from the ground and raise your eyebrows.

"Picking up my papers?"

"I needed an excuse as to why your car was here and 'me and y/n just made out in my car' doesn't exactly work," he said as he rolled his eyes.

Your mouth dropped open.

"Close your mouth before I give you something to put in it. Now, do you want to call Triple A or pick up where we left off?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure," you say as you crawl back onto his lap, "I think we could do both."

The two of you pick the kiss Garcia interrupted back up quickly. Spencer's hands immediately go your ass and yours back into his hair. He rubs your back as you deepen the kiss. You feel so safe in this moment, in his arms.

You start kissing down his neck and along his collar bone being careful not to leave any marks. You didn't need the team questioning him anymore, Garcia would connect the dots eventually and notice something was up.

Spencer lets out a small moan and you suck hard on one spot. One hickey that he could easily cover up wasn't going to kill him. You leave a mark under his collar bone and then, all of a sudden, you pull away.

"What?" Spencer huffs breathlessly

"I think it's time to call Triple A, wouldn't want to be stuck here too long. Right?"

"You, Y/F/N Y/L/N, are such a tease."

"That was just for teasing me this morning. A taste of your own medicine, Dr. Reid."

"Tease me again and see what happens," Reid warns.

"I can't wait," you say, smirking.

Triple A arrived 10 minutes later and Spencer sent you off with a smile and a wave. Oddly friendly for someone you had just made out with 30 minutes earlier. But friendly seemed correct, because as much as you wanted to become attached, you had to remain friends. For everyone's sake. To everyone else you were just friends with Spencer Reid.

And it should stay that way. It needed to.