Spencer Reid Oneshots

The Victim

He stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood.

Her eyes narrowed at him as she stood up.

"You're late."

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3 weeks earlier...

"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!!"

Why do I have to be late on the one day I really need to be early. I pushed through the door and ran to the back, swinging my apron and hat on while setting my purse down. "So sorry I'm late!! I'm taking front register." My boss shouted from their office "Just don't be late again."

We're the only cafe open 24 hours so we get a lot of business at night. I was wiping down the register when a tall male figure walked up to the counter. "Hello! Welcome to our cafe!" I looked up and saw a gentle looking male dressed in a sweater with pants, holding files and books in his hand. "Can I get a coffee with 5 shots of espresso?" I nodded and started adding his order when I saw his badge hanging off his shirt. He began to get his wallet out of his shoulder bag and I smiled and shook my head. "This is on the house..-" I looked closer and read it aloud, "Mr. Reid."

He became a frequent night visiter, always with files and books in hand. He'd switch back and forth or sometimes multitask both. When I'd bring him his usual I would try to look at what he was doing or reading to start small talk but it didn't work most of the time. Until one night he looked really tired and weak. I nodded towards his usual table and made his drink then brought it to him. He had all files and no books this time, scattered all over the table. I sat his coffee down along with the sugar container and he began emptying the whole thing into his cup. "Mr. Reid, would you like some help? You look exhausted." He smiled weakly and started sipping on his cup then motioned to the empty seat across the table from him.

He explained the situation of how he was chosen to lead this case and how he hasn't gotten anywhere. "Maybe you need a fresh pair of eyes Mr. Reid" I suggested while looking among the scattered files. "Spencer. Call me Spencer Y/N." I felt a red tint flow across my cheeks and continued reading. It was empty until 9 am. We had empty cups everywhere and papers on the floor in a pattern. "I think I see it!" I shouted while kneeling down beside a stack of names. "Mrs. Parker didn't see a male figure. She claimed it was a petite male around 5'3. That matches Sarahs figure." He widened his eyes and looked at the papers then wrapped me in a tight embrace. "I can't believe I didn't realize that sooner, thank you so much!" He started gathering the scattered items together and shoved them in his bag. I smiled while watching him rummage around. He began to try and clean up but I stopped him and smiled my warmest smile at him. "Go home and get some proper rest Spencer." His face flushed red then he looked at his watch and sighed. "You're right. I will. Thank you again so much Y/N." He saw a costumer walking to the door so he quickly bent over and pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. "Here's my number if you need anything." And with that he was out the door.

To be continued.