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[thinkypinky69]

Sober Hearts Part 2

Pairing: (inexperienced) Spencer Reid x Female BAU! Reader

WC: 2200

Content Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Awkward Spencer, unprotected sex, creampies, oral sex (f! receiving), minor dirty talk, huge pining and longing, mentions of consent, girly pop on top!

Summary: You and Spencer finally talk about what happened on your birthday.

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“I’m going to wash up, then the bathroom’s all yours.” You say as you rifle through your duffle bag to find your makeup wipes and pajamas. 

“Sounds good.” Reid hobbles a bit as he tosses his bag on the bed, his knee clearly still bothering him. 

After locking the bathroom door behind you, you strip yourself of your work clothes and start washing your face. It was fine. Normal and fine. You just had to stay the night with your coworker who you drunkenly sucked face with on your birthday. Oh and then he ran away. Nearly literally ran. Nothing awkward about that at all. Thank god there were two beds, at least. 

After cleaning up and brushing your teeth, you pull on an oversized tee shirt with some comfortable cotton boy-short panties. As you pulled on your underwear you noticed how long the hair had grown out on your legs. 

Why did you care…? 

You snapped out of the thought. 

– – – 

You exit the bathroom and stand in front of the full length mirror to comb out your hair. In the mirror’s reflection you see Reid sitting on one of the beds going over the case photos again, spread out on the comforter. He doesn’t look up, clearly avoiding conversation. 

“So about Friday-” You start. 

“Yeah so I’m really sorry about that and I want us to just uh, move on and um, forget that that happened.” Reid responds quickly, sitting up straighter on the bed. “If you want to file a complaint with HR I totally unders-” 

“What?” You laugh. “Oh my god Reid, I wouldn’t do that! We were just drunk.” You turn around and place the hairbrush down on an end table. “It’s really not a big deal. I just wanted to know if you wanted to talk about it.” 

“I shouldn’t have done that I-” He stammers. 

“Relax. You kissed me. And I kissed you back. Enthusiastically, actually. You were drunk and I was upset about my birthday. It’s fine. It was really hot at the time, actually. Probably the booze.” You smile and try to assure him there was nothing to worry about.

Reid’s face turns red.

“You’re probably right. Alcohol reduces inhibitions and rational thinking, especially when consumed in large quantities. Combined with the emotional vulnerability of being angry about everyone canceling, your critical thought was impaired.” Reid rambles. “Probably why it was so, um…hot.” 

“Yeah, probably just because we were drunk.” You respond.

“Yeah… probably.” He nods and looks at the floor. 

You sit at the edge of his bed and curl your legs up into yourself. 

“I mean… we could know for sure…” You say casually as you flip through the case photos. 

“W-what do you mean?” Reid looks up and meets your eyes. 

“We could conduct more research. We’re not drunk now. We could… conduct another study.” You say as you move the case file over to the corner of the bed and shift closer to Spencer. 

“Well, um..” Reid gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing along his pale throat. “There are actually other factors at play, so it wouldn’t be an accurate study?” He questions you nervously. “A valid experiment would require only one variable. We’re technically at work now and we aren’t in your apartment and it’s not your-” 

“Would you like to kiss me again, Spence?” You interrupt. 

“So much, yes.” He leans forward quickly and puts his palms on your cheeks. 

He dives in immediately and claims your lips with his. 

It was less gentle this time, he pressed his tongue against yours and shifted on the bed so your chests were nearly touching. You smile into his eager kiss and respond in kind. You grab his narrow shoulders and gently pull him back with you, laying with your head at the foot of the bed with Spencer hovering over you. You wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips upward into his. He buries his face in your neck to stifle a whimper. 

You scratch his back affectionately as you lean up to kiss his neck. He nuzzles into you further. 

“Wait-” Spencer suddenly pulls back. 

“Sorry, did I do something?” You look up at him with concern. 

“The real reason I left your place on Friday…” He licks his lips nervously. “I knew your day was awful and I didn’t- I didn’t want to disappoint you more…” 

You furrow your brows in confusion. 

“What do you mean? First of all I had a great birthday-” You say with your breaths a bit ragged from kissing. “Second of all your gift was amazing so I don’t know how-” 

“Sexually. I mean sexually.” He says with a sharp inhale. “I’m not exactly very… experienced? I mean, I almost finished just from kissing you on the couch. It’s embarrassing… I freaked out so I ran.” 

“Spencer.” You push him back so that you’re both sitting up now. “I don’t give a shit about that. Would I be asking you to kiss me again, on a case and stone cold sober, if I didn’t like you?” 

“Y-you like me?” He says with wide eyes. 

“God, yes. Sometimes you’re the stupidest smart person I know.” You card your hand through his long hair and kiss his cheek gently. “If you want to stop, we can. But if you want to keep going… I am more than happy to do that too.”

“I.. I want to keep going…” He smiles a bit. “I want to make you feel good. I-I might need you to show me, though…” His fingers fiddle softly with the hem of your t-shirt. 

You grin in response and pull your shirt over your head, exposing your chest to him. 

He was awestruck. You had never seen such a twinkle in his eye the way he was looking at your naked breasts now. 

“Wow… Can I-?” He asks. 

“Yes, sugar, anything you want.” You lean back on your elbows on the bed, letting him get a full view of your nealy nude body. 

He wastes no time and latches his tongue to one of your peaked, pink nipples. You groan in tandem as he kneads your other breast with his lithe fingers. He sucks harshly and you squeak in sudden pleasure. He continues to suckle on your flesh for some time and you pet his hair soothingly, releasing involuntary gasps and pants. 

You fall back on the bed fully as Reid kisses down your stomach. Fully drunk on your body already, he nuzzles his nose into your covered mound and inhales. 

His hands shakily grip your panties and he looks up at you. 

“Can I taste you, please?” He pleads. 

You nod and Spencer clumsily peels your panties down your legs to toss them somewhere across the hotel room. He tears his button down over his head and throws it in a similar direction before laying back down. 

You spread your legs for him and he settles down on the bed between them, face mere inches from your dripping wet center. He curiously reaches two fingers up to spread your outer lips, eyes marvelling at the way your hole seeped with arousal just for him. He leans in and gently kisses your swollen clit. 

You moan loudly at the contact. 

“So that is the right spot.” He assures himself before diving back in and flicking his tongue rapidly across your sensitive bud. You grip his hair and gasp. 

“Spence!”

“You taste so sweet… mmpph..” He slurs out as he open mouth kisses your opening, trying to lap up whatever essence of yours he could. 

“Hands… Your fingers…” You say through heavy breaths. 

“Right- right-” Spencer hears your plea and brings two fingers to your entrance and pushes them in. You were so aroused that they slipped in with ease. You sigh in relief. You wanted to feel him entirely inside you, but this would do for now. He pulls them out of you to slowly push them back in again. He stares at your wetness glistening on his digits as he fingered you, mesmerized by the way your slickless clung to him. 

It was cute watching him explore your body. 

“Up…” You instruct. “Pull them up…” 

“Like this?” Spencer asks as he crooks his fingers and presses on your favorite spot. 

“YES!” You cry out. “Right there! Oh, fuck!” You feel your thighs starting to shake on either side of Reid’s head. “Don’t forget-” 

Reid leans back in and suckles your clit into his plush lips. 

“FUCK!” You exclaim, back arching off the mattress. 

His fingers and lips don’t slow as he notices your walls tightening around his fingers. 

“Oh, Spence, I’m gonna- shit-” You try to warn your lover but it seemed to only spurn him on more, nose pressing even harder into the patch of hair on your mound as he drove you towards your climax. 

The tightness in your lower belly snapped and you let the release wash over you, whining loudly towards the ceiling of your dingy hotel room. Your thighs twitch as Spencer laps up the last drops of your orgasm, overstimulating you unintentionally in the process. He pulls back and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. 

“Did you really just-” He asks, in awe. 

“Yes. Clothes off. Lay down.” You say between gasps, catching your breath. You pull his head from between your legs and hobble up onto all fours, waiting for him to oblige your request. 

Spencer rises from the bed briefly to remove what remained of his clothes and laid before you, torso leaned up against the headboard, finding it difficult to make eye contact. His cock leaked against his lower belly, thick and painfully hard with an angry red tip. 

“I-it’s fine… right? I know the average penis size in North America is-” He starts to ramble again. 

“It’s perfect, Spence.” You purr as you climb up his slim body on the bed, capturing his lips in a deep kiss again. The remnants of your orgasm still present on his tongue. You grip the base of his shaft and line the mushroom tip up with your soaked entrance.

“I-I-I don’t have a condom-”

“I’m on the pill.” You tease his tip up and down on your clit a few times before nestling his head inside your opening. “Is this still okay?” You look down at him. 

“YES-” He answers almost too eagerly. Cute. “I need to be inside you. Please.” You feel his grip on your hips tighten. 

You sink down on him and you both emit vulgar sounds. He stretched you so well… why was it always skinny nerds who were totally hung? Your hips finally met and Spencer let out a desperate whimper. 

“Oh my god…” He gasps out. 

“Feels good, sugar?” You tentatively grind your hips back and forth on his member. 

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” Spencer pants up at you. “I’m not gonna last… you’re too tight… too wet…” He nearly squirms under you as you speed up the pace of your hips. You giggle a bit. 

“You feel good too, baby. So big.” You start to raise your body a bit further up with every back stroke on his cock. “Stretch me out so nice.” You moan and crane your head back. 

“D-don’t talk like that… you’re gonna make me-”

“Cum? Yeah? Am I gonna make you cum?” You tease as you ride him harder. “Good. Want you to fill me up.” 

“Fuck-” Spencer grunts and starts thrusting his hips up into you, his fingers gripping hard into your flesh. “Oh- fuck-” 

You moan and lean down to kiss him. He moves one of his hands to grip the back of your head as he humped up into you desperately, pressing your harder into his lips. 

“Inside?” He leaves your lips long enough to whisper to you, his forehead meeting yours. 

“Inside, please.” You respond, too cock drunk to form any other coherent sentences. 

“I-I’m- oh god-” 

And with a final hard thrust, you feel Spencer twitch and spill inside of your gummy, wet walls. He whines and moans as he finishes spending himself within you, the soft grind of his pelvis against your both soothing and arousing. You lay down against his chest and stroke his jawbone softly as he comes down from his intense climax. He wraps his shaky arms around your back. 

“Wow… that was-” 

“Amazing?” You interject.

“To say the least, yeah.” Reid says with a breathy chuckle. He strokes his fingers along your shoulder blades. 

You smile against his sweaty skin and feel yourself starting to drift off. 

“Women should pee after sex due to the risk of UTIs and yeast infections. Sex unbalances the PH level and can cause discomfort if the… foreign substance is left inside for a period of time. We really shouldn’t fall asleep like this.”

You pick your head up. 

“You just came inside of me less than two minutes ago and now you’re doctoring me?” You say with a curious smile. 

“Just looking out.” He smirks back. 

– – – 

[thinkypinky69]

Sober Hearts Part 1

Pairing: (inexperienced) Spencer Reid x BAU! Female Reader

PART 1 OF 2 (or 3?)

WC: 3200

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, kissing, two nerds being nerds, everyone bails on y/n's birthday which is sad.

Summary: Everyone blows off your birthday. Everyone except for Spencer Reid, that is. A late night movie leads to some drunken actions. **NO smut thus chapter, that's the next one**

– – 

Your birthday was imminent. 

And you loved your birthday. 

You were an only child and an extrovert, so it was safe to say you enjoyed being the center of attention. This led to much confusion with your friends and family as to why you chose a career as an FBI profiler, but you had your interests. 

Not only was it your birthday, it was your 30th birthday. A decade. A big one. You and Penelope had planned a night out with the team in celebration at the end of the week, your birthday falling on a Friday this year. You had a bare-bones plan for the evening and Penelope was handling the rest of the details while you worked your case. 

*ring ring*

You answer. 

“Agent L/n.” You reply. 

“Okay so ladies get in free until 11 PM and as long as you superheroes catch the bastard within a few days we are in like Flynn, my sexy dirty-future-30.” 

You sigh with a smile. 

“You’re hogging up the lines to plan my birthday party, Garcia?” You reply. 

“Obvi.” You could hear her smirk through the phone. “Also I’ve given you guys everything you’ve asked for thus far so I have zero qualms about spending my time creating the greatest rager known to Quantico-kind.” Your friend replies. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Well consider me in there like swim-wear. I’ve got an un-sub to track, so you’ll have to let me get back to it if you want to actually party this weekend.” 

“Aye aye. Garcia out.” 

The line clicks off. You stow your cell in your back pocket and return to the briefing room. You had been somewhere in the potato fields of rural Idaho chasing a serial rapist and murderer for several days now and you were ready to finish the case and get home. 

“Any leads on her end?” Prentiss asks as you enter the room. 

“Unfortunately no, she was just confirming our plans for Friday.” You reply. 

“Oh, the Y/N birthday spectacular? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Morgan chuckles and sets the file down on the conference table in front of him. “I haven’t seen you shit faced in years.” 

“Language, Derek.” Rossi adds with a smile from across the table. 

“My apologies, I just know L/N is a good time at the club and we haven’t let loose in awhile.” Morgan looks up at you and winks. 

“Bold of you to assume I’m going to dance with you.” You playfully smack Derek over the head with your file. “You coming, Rossi? I’m sure those old bones could use a night out.” 

“Absolutely not. I haven’t been to a club since Sinatra was singing there, and I have no plans to go back. I’ll send your card via inter-office mail.” The older man replies. 

“Make sure you spell my name right on the check.” You say with a smirk. 

“Well I’ll be there, I’ve had a sitter lined up for weeks. I need a drink more than I need oxygen at this point.” JJ remarks from her position at the whiteboard, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. 

“Statistically, coping with workplace stress with alcohol would exacerbate any existing conditions-” Reid pipes up from his seated position at the table. 

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You wave him off. “So you’re coming, right?” You ask. 

“I’m actually giving a guest lecture on the homicidal tendencies of males experiencing abnormal maternal fetishes at the Quantico James Madison campus that night so I can’t really-” 

You stick your tongue out and blow a raspberry. 

“LAME!” You remark while making an L with your fingers on your forehead. 

“Real mature…” Reid raises his eyebrows and sighs. 

– – –

The case ends and you fly home with the team on Friday morning. You bid farewell to your colleagues and head home to take a well-deserved nap before your birthday celebrations. 

You wake up and lazily stretch your arms over your head. 

You notice your phone buzzing. 

8  missed texts. 

JJ: “Hey… the sitter cancelled at the last minute, I have to stay home with Henry. So sorry! Drinks soon!”

Boss Man: “Happy Birthday, Agent L/N.”

Undiagnosed But Pretty Sure: “Dropping your gift off later after my lecture.” 

Hottie Body Morgan: “Something came up, sweet thing, duty calls. Next time!”

Queen Pen: “Oh my god you’re going to kill me… Kevin’s dog died. He’s totally inconsolable. We need to rain check! Next weekend?” 

Italian Stallion: “Make sure you endorse the check before you deposit it. Don’t get too crazy tonight.” 

Miss Emily: “I’m wiped. Need to sleep. I’ll take you to brunch tomorrow, you better not be too hungover! Have fun tonight!”

Queen Pen: “I feel awful!” 

You were floored. 

Everyone had bailed. 

Your chest panged.

Your throat tightened. 

Of course, it was none of their fault. You were just disappointed. You had planned an outfit and everything… now it was to go to waste. You choke back the tears and hop out of bed. Nothing you could do now. You look at the clock. 8 PM. 

You throw on some black bike shorts and an oversized t-shirt and head down to the kitchen of your brownstone. You sigh as you open the fridge. A fresh box of cheap wine stared back at you. You had purchased it for any afters at your place that might have transpired after your club night out. You crack open the box and pour a heavy glass of bargain pinot grigio and bring it to your living room. 

You look at the clock again. 

8:39 PM. 

You flip on the TV and turn it to the latest episode of real housewives. With an exasperated sigh you take several large gulps of wine as you settle in on the couch.

*hmmphh*

Your dog sighed at you from his bed across the room. 

 Happy birthday to you. 

“FRONT DOOR. MOTION DETECTED.” 

Your video doorbell notified you. 

As an FBI agent, you were paranoid by nature, especially after everything that happened with Hotch. You sprung up and padded your way to the front door in bare feet. You peel back the curtains and notice a familiar figure placing a large box at your doorstep. You open the door. 

“Hey!” You call out as you see them retreat down your concrete steps.

“O-oh, hey!” Reid turns around to face you. His eyes glimmering in your porch lights. “I.. didn’t really expect you to be home. Thought you’d be out terrorizing the town with the team.” 

“No, uh.” You look down at your feet. You swallowed hard. “Everybody bailed.” You say with a sad chuckle. 

“What? Even Morgan?” Reid asks in earnest, brows furrowed. 

“Yeah, I think he found some tail. You know how he is.” You laugh. You look down at the box on your doorstep. “What’s this?” You say as you pick up the box. 

“Your birthday present, I thought I would just leave it for you to get when you came home.” 

You crack open the crudely taped top of the box. Inside the box were several individually wrapped parcels. You pick one up and take off the brown paper. You gasp. 

“Reid…” You say as you hold the drinking glass in your hand. 

“The 1970 Murano checkered glass set.. In yellow…” Reid can’t help but smile as he sees you look at the cup. “It’s the whole set. The certificate of authenticity is in the box somewhere-” He steps towards your porch. “I think it’s all there-” 

“H-how? I-I’ve been looking for this set forever…” 

“Ebay. Took me a minute, but I found a seller.” Reid steps further into your porch light. “You’ve been talking about it for years.” 

Your grin spread all the way across your face as you delicately packed the drinking glass back into the large box. 

“Holy shit, Reid. This is like… the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me…” You were giddy. 

“Well, happy birthday L/N.” He says with a shy smile. He turns to walk back home when you interject. 

“Do you- do you want to come in?” You ask, sheepishly. “It’s my birthday and I’m drinking boxed wine alone. It’s kind of pathetic, actually.” You say with a chuckle. 

Reid hesitates, scanning your face for any microexpressions to make sense of the situation. He had never been invited into your home before and it was late. 

“Well… it would be a shame if we didn’t break the new glassware in.” He smiles and heads up the steps and into your open front door. You could have sworn he was blushing. 

You motion for Reid to have a seat on the couch as you bring two of the new glasses to the kitchen and fill them up with wine. 

“Woah hey there!” You hear Reid nervously exclaim from the living room. 

“Sorry! He’s friendly, I promise!” You say without looking up, knowing your dog was giving the guest a huge sniff-over. “I know you’re not a dog guy, but he’s harmless.” You say as you bring the two cups of wine over to the sofa. 

“I never told you I didn’t like dogs.” Reid says defensively. 

“I’ve known you for 5 years… I’m a profiler… I know you don’t like dogs.” You say with a single raised eyebrow as you hand Reid his glass of wine. 

“You know, greyhounds are statistically one of the most lazy breeds of dogs even though they’re career racetrack animals.” He says as your dog calms down and returns to his bed on the floor next to the TV. 

“Don’t I know it. Banjo is a certified couch potato. Perfect for someone who isn’t home all the time. He’d spend more time eating than running if he could.” You laugh. 

“Well… happy birthday.” Reid raises a mustard-yellow checkered antique glass to yours as he sees Banjo settle into his dog bed. 

You clink your cup with his. 

“Thank you, Reid.” 

You both take a sip. 

He sputters. 

“This is terrible.” He says with a chuckle. 

“I know.” You throw your head back and laugh. “I didn’t expect to be drinking this all night.” 

“I’m sorry everybody flaked.” Reid says, taking another drink from his glass. 

“It’s fine. Shit happens.” You say without looking up from your cup. 

“Yeah, but it still sucks.” He takes another gulp of white wine. “Your place is nice.” He remarks. 

“Thanks.” you reply. “I still can’t believe you found this glass set.” 

“It wasn’t that hard, just had to talk to a bunch of internet weirdos to get it.” 

“Ah, yes, and since we specialize in weirdos I’m sure you could get a good deal.” You say with a cheeky smile. “Thank you.. Again.” 

“No problem.” Spencer answers. There’s a pause. “Hey, do you have netflix? I heard they just released the first part of Dune on there and-”

“Really?!” You sit up on the couch and grab the remote. “I’ve been dying to see it!”

“Yeah me too!” Reid can’t hide his enthusiasm as he sets his empty glass down on your coffee table. 

“Here, I’ll refill us and you get the movie going.” You say as you excitedly pass Reid the remote. You get up and fill both of your glasses to the brim with wine before returning to the couch. 

– – 

“Well he’s a complex character-”

“Oh yeah? RIP Oedipus, you would have loved Paul Atriedies.” You laugh into your umpteenth glass of wine. 

Reid can’t help but laugh with you. 

“That is so not it!” The young genius gives you push back. 

Is Reid giggling? Was he tipsy? You had never seen this before. You had never seen him so… comfortable. You also realized how close the two of you were sitting on the couch.

You had begun the movie at opposite ends of the sectional, but with frequent breaks to refill your cups and grab snacks, you and Reid had ended up hip to hip with each other on your sofa at the end of the film. His arm had even snaked its way behind your shoulder on the back of the couch, caging you in near him. 

“How did your talk go tonight?” You asked. 

“Oh, that? It was fine. The lightbulb joke flopped again.” He says with a tired grin. 

“About the existentialists?” You ask. 

“That’s the one, yes.” 

“Oh, I like that one.” You finish your cup of wine and place it onto the coffee table alongside Reid’s empty glass. “Maybe it needs an update.”

“An update? You have any ideas?” A bit of a drunken smile plays across his pale face. 

“Yeah maybe like… If I had a dollar for every existentialist moment I’ve ever had, does money even matter?” You propose. 

Reid whole-heartedly laughs, his dimples highlighted in the shadows from the low lighting of your living room. He was so handsome, so sweet…

What were you thinking?

It had to be the wine…

“I can’t believe Morgan missed out on the chance to take you out tonight.” Reid remarks, seemingly out of nowhere. 

“Well I’m sure if he had a chance to get laid he’d take that over going out with me.” You joke. “I’m basically his little sister. The whole team thinks of me like that.” 

“I don’t.” Reid responds all too quickly. 

You swallow. 

“Well yeah, we’re like the same age.” You laugh his comment off awkwardly. 

“It’s not just that, it’s-” Reid stops himself. “Nevermind.” 

“No no, say it.” You pull on his shirt sleeve playfully and lean into him. 

“Well… I just…” Reid stammers as you move closer. 

You were nearly chest to chest at this point and his hand grazed the tops of your shoulders. You move your hands to your lap. 

“You just what?”

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n… I notice it all the time…” He says nervously as he scans your features. 

Move your hands up his chest and your fingertips ghost up his sternum and you gently card them through the long hair at the base of his neck. 

“You think so?” You ask, breathlessly. 

“I-I-I do… I always have…” He stutters and places one of his nervous, shaking hands on your hip. 

“Spence…” 

“Y/n…” 

And suddenly his lips were on yours. 

You inhale quickly at the surprise of it all. Your colleague of several years was kissing you inside your house. Why did it feel so right? You cradle his head and pull him further into you as you sigh into the kiss. Inexperienced lips mouthed at yours as you pressed yourself against him. It was clear he had no idea what he was doing but it was evident that he wanted to feel you, the grip on your hip becoming impossibly tight. 

You wound your fingers into his long hair and tugged gently, deepening the kiss. You push your tongue tentatively into his mouth and he whines. Holy shit that was hot. You were about to swing your leg over his lap to straddle him when he broke the intense connection. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry…” Spencer stood up abruptly, leaving you alone on the couch craving his touch again. 

“W-what?” You stammer in confusion. You stand up to try to follow him. 

“I-I have to go.. T-This is unprofessional…I-I didn’t mean for this to-” Reid stutters and heads towards your front door. 

You follow him. 

“Spencer wait-” You reach out but he ducks from your grasp before you can grip the hem of his sweater vest. “You shouldn’t drive home-” You make any attempt to plead with him to stay. 

“I’ll walk- sorry- L/N- I need to go…” 

And before you could process anything else, Spencer was out your front door and halfway down the block. You chew your nail as you watch him walk off from your porch, wondering if you had completely soured your friendship and working relationship with Reid. 

– – – 

“I am SO sorry I skipped out on your birthday. I feel so bad!” JJ remarked to you on Monday after the weekend had gone by. 

“It’s honestly fine, the rest of the degenerates flaked on me as well.” You say with a bit of venom in your voice in the briefing room. “Spent most of the night drinking boxed wine with the dog.”

“Yeah that’s why she looked so haggard when I took her to brunch the next day. The sulfates in that cheap shit will kill you.” Prentiss comments 

“Wait, so you’re saying every single member of the team cancelled on your birthday?” Hotch looks up from the case file and raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Yes and if you’d like to financially compensate me for my time that would be appreciated, section chief.” You say with a cheeky smile as you distribute copies of the file around the large wooden table. 

“Now hold on, something came up and-” Morgan begins. 

“Oh I’m sure something came, Derek.” You say with a fake grin. “None of you could have topped Reid’s gift anyway.” 

“Oh yeah? What did boy-wonder get you?” Morgan asked with a raised brow. 

“Murano glass. 1970.” Reid comments softly with his face buried in the file. The two of you haven’t spoken one on one since the kiss at your house on Friday. 

“The mustard checkered set? The one you’ve been nerding out over forever? How many pieces?” Prentiss asked. “You didn’t tell me this on Saturday!”

“The whole set actually. Can we review the case?” Reid leans forward in his chair, still not looking at you or anyone else. 

Emily gives you a knowing look with furrowed brows. She can tell something happened. You hated working with profilers. 

– – – 

“Okay what the hell happened Friday night?” Emily probes you from the passenger's seat of the black SUV you were driving. The team had flown out to California on a case of several missing women and you were tasked with heading out to the house of one of the victim’s families. You kept your eyes on the road, thankful that you had sunglasses on so she couldn’t completely read your expression. 

“What do you mean? I told you. Everyone cancelled and I stayed home to get drunk alone.” You say. 

“No there’s more you’re not saying. Something happened with Reid. He’s been weird all day and when  you mentioned his gift to you he got even weirder.” 

You swallow hard. 

“Reid is always weird, that’s not new. I mean, he dropped off the gift, yeah. Nothing happened, though.” You try your best not to sound defensive. 

“That’s nice, you know. That really is nice. That’s a lie, but it’s nice!” Prentiss chides you. 

“You can think what you want, nothing happened.” 

“Yeah okay.” Emily says with a dramatic eye roll. She settles back in her seat. 

A few minutes go by in silence.

Emily breaks it. 

“Don’t break his heart, okay?” 

You don’t respond.

– – – 

You couldn’t believe it. The rural desert town only had a handful of beds left and you were all forced to pair up for the nightly accommodations. 

“Youngest get last pick, and I’m taking Morgan because he seems the least likely to snore.” David Rossi grabs a room key off the front desk. 

“No argument there.” Emily remarks. “Come on JJ.” 

“WHAT!” You exclaim. “Why did you pick her so fast?!” 

“She’s got a baby at home and you talk in your sleep. We need everyone at their best tomorrow. Sorry, girl. Looks like you’re stuck with boy genius.” You immediately notice the slight upward curve of her lips as she finishes her sentence. 

The team leaves to their rooms and you snatch the last key off the counter with a sigh. You turn around to face Reid. He purses his lips into an awkward smile. 

“Shall we?” He says with a tug on the strap of his messenger bag.

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