Spencer's POV:
In the bullpen, Spencer sat at his organized desk with his morning coffee in hand. His full focus on the familiar stack of paperwork that the team's required to complete after every case that they take on. He typically loved filling out paperwork after a case-- he would even voluntarily take on some of his co-workers' stacks as well; he, of course, can do them much faster thanks to his unique capabilities.
There was something relaxing about exerting all of his thoughts and motives onto paper sheets with a ballpoint pen that brought him to ease after such stressful cases, even more so when they hit close to home. This last case especially hit him hard. A seventeen-year-old boy had gone after his high school bullies with a shotgun to repay them for the years of humiliation and harassment. Like the boy, Spencer had also had his indelible share in being the victim of bullying-- the only difference was that he didn't break.
Spencer desperately needed to take his mind off the shared pain of salvation he felt with the unsub, but that wasn't the only thing flooding his thoughts. In fact, he had been there for three hours already and still hadn't gotten through half the paperwork. His progress was slowing, yet he couldn't place how three hours had managed to pass by.
Every time he began to start a new sentence, his attention was caught by the simple yet pleasing new girl next door. The way Y/n's light eyes had dilated the moment they locked their stares-- and the way a smile tugged at the corners of her lips throughout their brief interaction. Even he was quite shocked when he --without any hesitation-- pushed his hand out to shake hers. Spencer hadn't even noticed that he had done that until he closed his apartment door behind him. It was as if he was subconsciously burning for her touch.
The lighter moments, however, weren't the only thoughts running through his mind. He noticed certain things about Y/n that he didn't have the heart to bring up, given that they had only just met.
When Spencer had first approached her, it was out of pure instinct. He saw a girl, tipping over the edge of a stair, practically about to stumble her way back down to where she had started. As an agent, his immediate thought was to break her fall. But then again, any person would common sense would do so. So he quickly stepped toward her, bracing her back with his hand.
What he had observed, though, was her body's odd reaction to the motion. One that he had seen many times before out in the field. Even though her stance wasn't prominent, he still could sense her distress. But, that wasn't the detail that really raised questions for Spencer. When Y/n had then turned around to face him, he immediately noticed the puffy swollen area of skin surrounding her eyes as if she had spent the last hour or so crying. Her face was a little flushed, eyes were glazed over, and there were hues of --what could possibly be bruises-- laying on her cheekbones. The makeup she had evidently layered on top wasn't satisfying its purpose of hiding the chaos underneath. As well as the uncovered recent forehead laceration busted beside her temple.
Spencer knew he was drowning in his thoughts; he had journeyed three trips to the kitchen lounge for coffee refills to support it. He was also pretty confident that his co-workers had noticed his lack of concentration as well.
Spencer caught a tall figure approaching his desk from the corner of his eye before another incriminating detail could surface. SSA Derek Morgan.
Derek and Spencer were, of course, relatively close. Hell, he was practically an older brother to Spencer. Starting the BAU at such a young age made it harder for him to gain the respect and seriousness of the people around him. However, Derek automatically rubbed off on him and kindled this buddying friendship; and frankly, so did the rest of his team.
Spencer had shifted his head up from his work-- not that he was actually paying attention anyway --to meet Derek's presence.
"Pretty boy, I'm not one to count the minutes it takes for someone to read a page like you-- but you've been filling out that same form for the past twenty minutes. Everything alright up in that big brain of yours?"
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contemporary bindings || spencer reid x reader
Fanfiction[SLOW BURN] All you have ever known was the chaotic series of which was deemed as "your life" ever since you were born. And for the first time in that life, you decided to change that. To, for lack of a better term, escape that ghost of you from on...
