Spencer Reid One Shots

Turkey Baster

Today was one of his favorite days of the year. It was the one day he could cook for the entire team without them bugging him.

Today, Rossi could cook until his heart gave out and leave his body to decompose into pasta. At least he hoped for that.

Thanksgiving dinner took all of November to prepare for. Rossi had ingredients flown in from Italy, of course. This year was extra special though. The turkey he got was extremely important to him and to the rest of the team.

His alarm went off at 4 am sharp, just two hours before the ass crack of dawn. Springing up from his silk covered bed, Rossi quickly got ready. Making his way downstairs, he quickly grabbed the car keys, a shovel, a knife, and a bucket before leaving.

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During the drive home, Rossi felt ecstatic. He knew is his heart that this would be the best Thanksgiving dinner he's ever hosted.

Walking inside, he tried his best not to get dirt on the ground. Rossi took a quick shower before going into the kitchen. Now the fun could begin. It was now 6:14 am, giving him just enough time to cook before the team arrives at 1 pm.

He started cooking the main dish, seeing that it would take the longest. After that, he prepared the potatoes for later. Just as Rossi was about start on the cranberry dish Spencer loves so much, someone knocked on the door

"Oh mio fottuto dio. It's barely 11 am," Rossi grumbled.

He wiped his hand on a towel before walking over to the front door. Opening the door, he was greeted by Spencer with a wide grin on his face. Rossi never wanted to smack that look off of his face so badly before.

"Hey Rossi. I know I'm a little early, buuuuuuut I brought something to make up for it," Spencer smiles, while holding up a box.

"What's in the box?" He opens the door wider for Spencer to step in.

Spencer opens the box slowly, "A BUNCH OF CIGARS!"

"OOOH REID. give them to me," Rossi quickly snatches the box of cigars from Spencer. Taking a cigar our, he ran it across the base of his nose to sniff.

"Ok, you're forgiven. But you can't touch anything in my kitchen."

Spencer nodded in response and followed Rossi into his kitchen.

Later that evening, everyone showed up except for Morgan. Rossi was getting more and more irritated the longer he wasn't showing up.

Finally the door bell rang. Before Rossi could turn around, Penelope had sprinted to the door.

"Hi my chocolate thunder, what took you so long?" she said hitting his arm before pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Sorry babygirl, I was stuffing my turkey if you know what I mean," Derek winked with a wide smile on his face.

"DEREK!!! I'm leaving you," with that, she was sprinting back to the kitchen.

"Uh oh. Sorry I'm late Rossi."

"Ti dispiacerá quando ti spingo questo tacchino nel culo," Rossi muttered under his breath. "No no, it's alright Derek. Dinner's not even done yet."

Rossi took Derek back to the kitchen where everyone was gathered.

"Oooh is the turkey in here Rossi," Derek went to pull open the oven to look at the turkey. Before he could do so, Rossi grabbed the turkey thermometer and stabbed Dereks hand.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK ROSSI!!"

"GET AWAY FROM MY TURKEY OR I'LL DO IT AGAIN!"

"what's going on over here ," Hotch came over to ask. Everyone trailing behind him after hearing the shouting.

"Rossi stabbed my hand for trying to see the turkey." Derek lifted his hand to show them. Emily cackled before taking a sip of her wine.

"That's what you get Derek Morgan for cheating on me," Garcia pulled the turkey thermometer out with one swift motion.

"BABYGIRL!" Derek screamed in a high pitched tone.

"Here you go Rossi. Just wash it off."

Garcia took Derek to the bathroom to address the wound.

Dinner should be finished in about 20 minutes, Rossi presumed.

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20 minutes passed and all the food was ready. The whole team was sitting at the dinner table, while Rossi set all the food on it.

Just as he set the turkey platter down, he got nervous to uncover it. This was such a special moment for the team. Plus, he would be so disappointed if he went through all this trouble just for them to not like it.

"Ok guys. I worked really hard on this all night, so I hope you all like it."

Rossi slowly took the lid off and waited for everyone's responses.

"Oh god. Is that..." Reid could barely get the words out.

"...Gideon?"

"oh my god, Rossi you didn't!" Hotch said with a huge smile on her face

"Thank you papa Rossi," the whole team said in unison.

"You're welcome. Alright, eat up before his head gets cold."

Everyone dug into Gideon's head happily for thanksgiving dinner.

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lolz ok. ummm anyways.

I don't remember writing this at all 🤠

also, I SWEAR IM NOT A CANNIBAL

ok, bye roaches 

i'll see you for another one shot next week 😘