cherry lips | spencer reid x reader

two

trigger warning : graphic description of crime, involving necrophilia and strangulation.

Upon arrival back at her apartment, you did what Hotch told you to do when you got home - you stashed a go-bag with some work clothes, extra toiletries, and anything spare you would need if they got a case. You quickly hopped in the shower, turning the temperature to just right, before quickly washing yourself and your hair. 

Once out of the shower, you ordered your favourite takeout and slipped into your favourite pajamas, deciding to play trivia. You knew random shit about random shit, though you weren't a genius like your coworker, Dr. Spencer Reid.

While you waited on your food and for your trivia app to load, you couldn't help but let your mind drift to the doctor. He had to be at least thirty, yet he was already a doctor, and clearly had been for a while. He looked like he had been through a lot - yet he was still the most attractive man you'd ever laid your eyes on. You made a mental note to try and get to know him as you heard a knock on your apartment door. Handing over the money for your food, you settled into the couch, beginning to play trivia.

Your work phone started ringing, so you paused the show and picked it up. 

"This is Y/N Y/L/N speaking with the Behavioural Analysis Unit, how may I help you?"

"It's Hotch, we, uh, have a case. Also, the only people who have your work cell is the team. You don't have to answer it like that, unless you're in the office and it's your desk phone." You blushed, embarrassed. 

"I-I, uhm, I'll be right there," you stuttered, turning off your trivia app. Hotch hung up and you quickly cleaned up, changing into some more appropriate clothes for work after you had done so. Grabbing the go-bag you made earlier, you threw a phone charger and your laptop inside and took off, locking your apartment door behind you. 

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You arrived at the BAU, walking in with your bag and heading to the briefing room. JJ handed you a folder with the case information as everyone else got settled, your eyes flicking towards Spencer as he quickly read through the folder. 

Damn, he reads hella fast.

"Malinda Johnson, Priscilla Little, and Elena Hart were abducted from their homes in Rogers, Arkansas before being found dead four days later. Malinda Johnson was abducted three weeks ago, Priscilla two, and Elena just last week. Now, Linley Jones has been reported missing after not showing up to work. The victims bodies were left near Lake Elmdale, in Tontitown, on some empty land between two houses. The victims were found by Mr. Joseph Whitfield and Ms. Linda Hardy, the home owners surrounding the land." JJ said, flicking pictures of the victims on the screen behind her. "The victims were found with strangulation marks around the neck, that being the cause of death. There is bruising on the hips and waist that were made post-mortem. No signs of sexual assault, but semen was found inside the victims when the autopsy was performed."

"So, he's a necrophiliac?" You said, groaning inwardly. 

JJ nodded. "Seems to be."

"Otherwise his victims would have consensually had sex with him before he strangled them. But with the bruising on the hips and waist post-mortem, it seems necrophilia is more likely." Spencer quipped. 

"Did you know necrophilia only occurs 4% of the time, beating cannibalism by only one percent?" You said, not being able to help the random fact come out of your mouth. Spencer's eyebrows shot up. 

"Yes, I did, actually," he said politely, lips upturned at the corners. 

"Princess, I didn't want to know," Morgan groans, rubbing his eyes. 

"We've been called down to help local PD to bring in the unsub. Wheels up in ten," says Hotch, catching your eye as you smile softly. His face doesn't change, which you're not surprised by; he's a serious guy. 

As you exit the briefing room, you hear your name called from behind you. You turn to see Spencer waving and you and you smile. 

"What's up, doc?" You say, the reference flowing out of you without you being able to help it. He laughs, and you wish he would laugh forever. It's the best sound you think you've ever heard. It's so freeing. 

"How'd you know that about those statistics?"

"Oh, I, uhm, I play true crime trivia in my free time," you say, a blush creeping up your neck, embarrassed by your reasoning. 

"Oh, that's cool. We should exchange facts sometime, maybe on the jet?" You nod, grinning up at him. 

"Sounds perfect, Doc."