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Teacher Crush Pt 3

Chapter three is here! It gets a little steamyyyyyy

Professor!Spencer x Assistant!Reader

CW: NONE

Twenty-fucking-two. How could he have these feelings for a twenty-two-year-old? Spencer thought to himself as she enjoyed her latte and he took a sip from his excessively sweet coffee.

“So, Dr. Reid-“ She began.

“Please, call me Spencer, there’s no need for the whole Doctor thing.” He laughed and let her continue.

“Alright, Spencer,” She said tentatively, she was nervous around him, he could tell by how she avoided eye contact and played with the rings on her fingers. “So you’ve been with the BAU for 15 years, you must have seen a lot in that time, huh?”

“You have no idea, we have been on six cases a month at some points, the bad guys never really stop.” He said, her eyes were beautiful, she only looked him in the eye occasionally but when she did it was magic. She had the kind of eyes you could fall into if you weren’t careful enough, you could swim in and they would restore your youth, and Spencer was trying very hard not to fall.

“So, with the many cases, what’s the craziest thing you’ve seen?” She said, “If you don’t mind my asking,”

“Of course not,” This was a pretty common question he got, people were morbidly curious, but she didn’t seem like the morbid type at all. She looked at him with a curiosity that he couldn’t explain. “Let’s see, we’ve seen some pretty rough cases with kidnappings and child predators.” He saw her wince at the thought, okay, no children. “But the ones that always get me are the murders, you have no idea how many ways there are to kill someone.” He chuckled, trying to make the subject lighter.

“Wow, does it not get to you? I mean, I like hearing about this stuff, true crime documentaries and all that, but seeing it up close and personal, that must take a toll on you.” She said, she sounded a bit sad, he hoped he hadn’t upset her.

“It was hard at first but after a while, you learn to detach yourself from it all, so the stuff you see can’t affect you personally. It’s a hard step to take but it’s the only way to get through and save the people you need to save.” He tried to give her a reassuring smile, so she knew it wasn’t all bad. The conversation switched to a lighter topic when their food came, they discussed the upcoming classes, her goals at the school, why she had chosen his course to intern for. The time passed by quickly, it made him forget all the things that worried him, he allowed himself to indulge in the feelings for her, just for a moment. They finished their food quickly but he didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to be back in that office where he was reminded of his responsibilities and guilt of being so infatuated with her. But his fantasy where he could have her had to end at some point, he had another class to teach in less than 3 hours and still needed to prep his lesson plan, so he paid the bill and grabbed his coat.

“You didn’t have to pay, let me pay you back!” She said and reached for her purse.

“Don’t even think about it,” He smiled at her, “It’s my treat.”

“Oh, well, thank you very much Dr. Re- Spencer.” She caught herself midway through her sentence. Her flustered face made a part of him light up, he felt relaxed by her smile, he felt something he couldn’t describe with her, something magical. They reached his car and began the short drive back to campus, the two of them talking the whole way there.

Y/N’s POV

The rest of the week went by smoothly, the two of them falling into a routine, he would give you a stack of papers to either proofread or edit in the morning, after his class you two got lunch, takeout sometimes you sat down and talked, then by 7pm you were saying your goodbyes. That was your least favorite part, you hated to say it but over the past week you had seriously begun to develop feelings for Spencer, to you he didn’t feel like a mentor or a professor, he felt like a friend, maybe more.

It was Friday night, you guys were staying late to prepare the test for Monday. He ordered Chinese food to be delivered to the office so they could at least have dinner while staying late.

“This question doesn’t make sense,” She said, breaking the concentrative silence between them.

“What do you mean?” He says and reaches out his hand to take the paper from you, your hands touch briefly and you feel a fire ignite inside you, you couldn’t tell if he felt the same way. Of course, he didn’t, why would he? He’s a professor and an FBI profiler, he has much better things to do with his time than think about you. You reacted your hand quickly, too quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend-“ He started.

But you interrupted “No no no! It’s not like that, I’m sorry.” You said and tried hiding your face behind your hair.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, he liked genuinely concerned, how could you explain to him that you had a massive crush on him and touching him had made your stomach fill with butterflies?

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.” You say, looking up at him, there was something in his eyes, at that moment you knew you could tell him anything. He was one of the most understanding and gentle people you’d ever met.”It’s just, I just- I like you and I’m sorry that's so unprofessional and if you want to fire me please do I understand.” You say and look right back down at your lap. You didn’t say that, right? You’ve somehow been drugged and lost your goddamn mind, right?

Spencer sat in stunned silence for a moment then got out of his chair. Oh god, at least you would open the door for you on your way out. You felt sick to your stomach. But instead of heading to the door, he came to the side of your chair. He knelt to the ground next to you. You slowly turn to look at him and he brushes the hair out of your face. You stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, or maybe a millennium, you couldn’t tell anymore. Then, his lips ever so slowly came up to meet yours. It was gentle, soft like he was scared if he pushed too hard he’d shatter you like glass. You kissed him back, letting his scent engulf you, surrendering yourself to every wonderful thought you had about him. Your hand reaches for his hair and you deepen the kiss, you suppose that was his cue because he then pushed the chair out from under you and grabbed you in his arms, never breaking the kiss. Your head was spinning and your heart was fluttering. He lifted you and set you down so you were sitting on the desk, his hand explored your hair, as your tongues clashed together, your kiss had gone from gentle to passionate and aggressive like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. He held you like he never wanted to let you go, you held on to him the same. You could feel his soft moans on your lips, his teeth ever so gently biting them.

You separated for air for just a moment, he looked into your eyes and traced the curves of your jaw with his finger, “Is this okay?” He asks in a whisper.

“This is perfect.” You kiss him with a smile on your face, just then there is a knock on the door.

“Hello?” Someone from the other side calls.

You both freeze in place. Spencer clears his throat and says, “Yes?”

“I have a delivery. For, uh, Reid?”

Spencer sighed, you couldn’t tell if it was from relief or annoyance but you quickly flatten down your hair and sit back in your chair, Spencer opens to door and hands the man a fifty-dollar bill, grabs the bag, ad shuts the door once again.

He sets the bag down on the desk and asks, “Are you okay?”

You didn’t know how to tell him how indescribably happy you were in that moment.

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Teacher Crush Pt 2

Professor!Spencer x Assistant!Reader

You got the internship of your dreams with the dreamiest professor. You won't let your teacher crush get in the way of this opportunity.

CW: Kidnapping mentioned

Your first class with Dr. Reid was about to start, the two of you had spent the morning in mostly silence, each too afraid to talk to the other. The students begin the pile in as you sit at the corner of the desk with your notepad ready to take notes.

“Hello class,” Dr. Reid says when everyone is in their seats, “My name is Dr. Spencer Reid and I will be teaching this course this semester. And this is my teaching assistant y/n l/n.” He smiled and gestured towards you, you nodded your head and waved at the class.

He took attendance as you marked down each name that was on the sheet, almost everyone had shown up today, not bad. Most 9am classes are half empty, but you supposed it was only the first day. Dr. Reid was a sight to see upon his podium, he didn’t seem uncomfortable at all, he spoke with such excitement and volition that you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him. You took down your notes as he went, mostly keeping the key parts handy, he said he liked to have noted so he would know exactly what he covered for tests.

Some of the students looked less enthralled by his tangents, you could see one young man half-asleep in the back and a young lady on her phone in the front row. Dr. Reid seemed to pay them no mind, he continued on with his lesson, asking the occasional question or writing something on the board in front of him. You admired his clear passion for the subject, he was discussing kidnapping cases and their possible outcomes depending on what kind of person the unsub was. You found it fascinating and hoped some other students were getting as much out of it as you were.

The class ended an hour and a half later, Dr. Reid’s final statements getting lost in the crowd of students piling out the door.

“That was amazing!” You said, once all the students had left. You went on to ask him a few questions about kidnapping cases he had experienced as the two of you packed your thing. He seemed more than happy to tell you about some of his adventures in crime-fighting as you called it.

“I couldn’t imagine what it’s like to be in that situation, I would feel so helpless.” You sighed and grabbed your bag.

There was a recognition in his eyes and his face fell slightly, “You have no idea.” He let out a breath and started to walk out of the room, what was he not telling you, did he have more experience than he was letting on? You didn’t want to pry but you were beyond curious, you let it go for now.

The next class wasn’t until 3pm and since you had nothing to do yet you had an idea.

“Dr. Reid, would you like to get lunch today, I would love to get to know you better, if you don’t mind of course.” You say as politely as you can, you expected him to reject the offer, you had assumed he was busy but it didn’t hurt to ask.

“That sounds lovely, where were you thinking?” He didn’t look up from his papers at his desk when answering you so he couldn’t see the excitement and shock on your face.

“That’s up to you, I’m good with whatever.” You smiled and set your bag down on the chair next to you.

“Alright then, how does Cafe Season sound?” He asked, this time he looked at you. You could live in that moment, the moment your eyes met and you were helpless to his gaze.

“That sounds great, I’ve never been!” You snap out of it to respond to him.

“Oh perfect, it’s one of my favorite restaurants I’m sure you’ll love it.” He gives you a toothy grin and picks up his coat from the back of the chair. “Now would you like to drive or me?”

“Oh, I walked here.” You said you felt your cheeks Redding a little, you weren’t sure why you were embarrassed but you were.

“Alright then, I’ll drive.” He smiled pulling his keys out of his pocket and started towards the door, you grabbed your bag and trailed behind him. Wow, you were actually going out with Spencer Reid, well not going out like going out but you know what you meant. You were just excited to be in his presence.

The two of you walked to the parking lot behind the building and got into Dr. Reid’s Camero.

“I didn’t take you for a mule car kind of guy,” you chuckled as he opened the door for you.

“I’m not, I have a friend, Morgan, he pressured me into getting it when we went looking, I was thinking an SUV would be safer but he thought this was cooler.” He shut the door and walked to the other side. The car smelled like him, you had only gotten his scent mildly in his office but this car was filled with him, you could smell his earthy cologne and what you assumed to be his soap, it was a wonderful mixture of cedar and sandalwood you decided. He got in the car and pushed to start.

“We’ll go to the one on K street, I know the owners there.” He smiled and pulled out of the lot.

“So, how long have worked in the FBI?” You asked him, you wanted to get to know him better but you weren’t sure where to start.

“Let’s see, I’m 41 now and I joined when I was 26 so 15 years I suppose.” He looked almost nostalgic like he was remembering how it all started. “How old are you again?”

“I’m 22.” You responded, he huffed a laugh and continued driving.

“And what are you studying to be? I know are in the English department but what's the end goal here?”

“I would love to be an author, but I guess that's what everyone says, huh?” You laughed, “I think I want to teach, maybe college level if I can get that far.”

You’re good at what you do, I’m sure you’ll make it,” He said and began to parallel park his hard, he listed his arm so it was over the back of your headrest as he looked behind him. You felt your heart flutter in response, he was so close to you, he could touch your hair right now if he wanted to. But of course, he wouldn’t want to do that, why would he want to do that? You pushed the thoughts out of your head as he put the car in park and killed the engine.

“Let me get your door,” he says and makes his way around the car to your side, opening the door to the street.

“Thank you,” You said and nodded your appreciation. The two of you walked around the corner to the restaurant where Dr. Reid was greeted with open arms by the staff, there was something about him that made everyone fall in love with him, you were no exception…

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Teacher Crush pt 1

A short part one this this story! Sorry I'm really tired lol

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summery: You got the internship of your dreams with the dreamiest professor. You won't let your teacher crush get in the way of this opportunity.

CW: NONE

It just so happened that you were the luckiest girl in the world. You had opened your email with the acceptance into Dr. Spencer Reid’s internship program. You were one of three interns but you had gotten the role you’d wanted, Class Aide. You didn’t know who had gotten the research and writing positions but you didn’t care. You would get to sit in on every class and assist Dr. Reid first hand for the entire semester! You ran out of your room into the kitchen to make yourself a celebratory cup of coffee and began to work on your letter of gratitude to Dr. Reid. You would start tomorrow morning, the first class of the semester was at nine am and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. It was a behavioral science class with a focus on criminal behavior. Now, you were an English major, with a heavy interest in true crime. That’s why you had chosen this internship to apply for, you wanted to get up close and personal with someone who had faced down some of the toughest killers in the world and lived to tell the tale. Maybe you would even ask him to allow you to write up one of his stories for a class! Your head filled with these thoughts as you finished your letter and emailed it to your new professor.

Your alarm goes off at exactly 7:30 am. You had set your clothes out the night before like a child excited for a school trip, but first, you hopped in the shower to rinse off and wash your hair. Your phone was blasting music from the counter when a text message popped up on your screen.

Dr. Reid: Hello, y/n. I need you to come into class early if at all possible, at 8am if you can, sorry for the short notice. Your heart dropped, wait you were so prepared for today and now it was all out the window. You looked at the clock and saw the time, 7:38. After texting him a reassuring message back you dried off as fast as you could and threw on the black long-sleeved dress, tights, and dark green cardigan you planned out. You grabbed your makeup bag and ran a comb through your hair with just enough time to look at the clock, 7:50. You might be a little late but you grab your purse and start running.

7:58, you reach the front of the lecture offices. Jesus, you ran faster than you thought. Looking in your phone camera you flatten the frizz in your hair and push the large doors open. You were greeted with a hall of offices each one bearing a nameplate with the respective professor. Most of the lights were off, but one stuck out a bit down the hall. The light was shining through the open door and there was music playing, you recognized it faintly, was it Clair De Lune? You weren’t one hundred percent sure but you walked down the hall to that door and peeked inside. There, sitting at his large oak desk was Dr. Spencer Reid, at this point you had only seen him on book covers or newspaper articles, he was taller in real life, his hair was fluffier than you had expected, and you noticed he was wearing a dark green sweater vest under his coat, just like your cardigan. “Knock knock,” you say and gently rap on the door. He looks up from his papers and smiles. “You must be y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you, although I feel like I already know you from the essay you sent in.” He chuckled and stood up out of his chair to reach for your hand. You took it and shook it firmly. You had to make a good impression today, you really wanted him to hire you again next semester. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” You say, he grins back at you, you hadn’t noticed how handsome he was until now, and when you say handsome, you mean it. His soft brown eyes meeting yours made you feel like you’d explode. But, you had to focus, “So, it looks like we’re matching today.” You laughed. He looked down at his sweater and back at yours. “I guess so!” He smiled again, it was contagious. He then explained a few of your duties as a teacher’s aide, but you already knew because of how diligently you had read the email you received. You took letter notes, compiled research, and graded assignments and essays. He would be doing all of this as well, you’d be doing it together. The thought of doing anything with Dr. Reid made your heart skip a beat. By 9:15 he had given you all the materials you’d need for the class and cleared off space on his desk for you to sit. “No need for them to bring a whole new desk in here, I don’t mind sharing.” He smirked and set the collection books he was holding onto the filing cabinet next to him. This man was trying to kill you you had decided, your heart was skipping so many beats it may have stopped beating altogether. Your et your bag down on the floor and plopped yourself into the chair he pulled up for you. You were sitting right across from him as he went back to work reading some textbook. You couldn’t see which one but you could see the pages flying. He was turning a page at least every 10 seconds. You must’ve been staring because he said, “I read fast,” and let out a little laugh. You laughed with him and kept your eyes on your keyboard for the next half hour, you couldn’t let this little teacher crush get in the way of this internship.

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Bus Stop Love

Here's a short first chapter of a little idea I had!

Reader and Spencer cross paths on one fateful bus ride, how can one person stick in another's head so long.

CW: NONE

You rode the bus to work every morning, you were a preschool teacher on the other side of town. So, it took you about 25 minutes by bus to get to work every day, not bad at all, but if you had a car it could go much faster. You spent your travels reading or making sure each lesson plan was the best it could be. But you rode alone, that is until today. A tall, handsome man with fluffy brown hair sits next to you. He looked flustered like he’s been running for a while.

“Good morning!” You give him a bright smile, it looked like he needed it.

“Good morning,” He said back to you and reached into his bag for a book. The two of you didn’t talk the rest of the way, he got off two stops ahead of you.

Your day at work was as exciting as ever, you helped make snacks, read them stories, and performed your lesson plan. But the whole day you couldn’t get the man out of your head, he was very handsome, yes, but there was something more to him, you just knew it. At 4 o’clock you were done, the children gone, and the classroom clean so you walked back to the bus stop you used every morning and afternoon. Some part of you hoped you would see the man on his commute back home, but you got on the bus and rode back like normal. Maybe that was a one-time occurrence, maybe your paths were only meant to cross that morning. You hoped not.

Spencer was distracted the whole day, there were no cases lined up at the moment so everyone got to chill out for a while. But all day while filing paperwork, he couldn’t stop thinking of the girl on the bus. He hadn’t chosen to sit next to her, he simply found the most convent seat and it just so happened to have the most beautiful girl alive next to it. He wished he had talked to her more but he had no idea what to say, he didn’t want to come off as threatening or imposing on her time so he just stayed quiet. The sound of her chipper “good morning” still rings through his head. He liked the sound of the singsongy voice, he couldn’t help but think about her. He found himself imagining a situation where he got to see her again, maybe they rode the same bus back from work too, or maybe they were somehow neighbors, his head spun with the thought of seeing her again. Finally, his day was done, it was five o’clock and there was nothing left to do in the office. He found himself rushing to the bus, bus 218, he made it the whole ride alone, no pretty girl to sit next to.

[yourfavoriteagent]

Hey! it’s not a fic request but i need help finding one. it’s Spencer Reid x reader and i remember the blurb being something along the lines of ‘spencer explodes at reader and she takes some time away from him’. it was Spencer saying that he wished the unsub k!lled her in an argument and she went out drinking with Penelope and Emily.

If you know what one it is that would be great help! ❤️

Unfortunately I haven't heard of this one! But I would love to read it! If any of my followers know of this one help us out!

[yourfavoriteagent]

The Table

Hey! a new little ifs for you guys! Sorry I’ve been gone!

Reader goes to a coffee shop every day, she see College!Spencer there too ut never has the confidence to talk to him, until someone steals her table.

CW: NONE

There is a coffee shop in central Seattle that you frequent. Every day for the past month you’ve seen a young man sitting in the corner of the shop, lounging in a green armchair, every day he has a different book in hand. The first day was Don Quixote, today it’s Les Mis. You had to confess, you’d been crushing on the tall brunette for the past few weeks, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he sips away at his cappuccino. Every day you sat at a table by the window, your back facing the bookshelf wall and your eyes facing him. That wasn’t the original goal, you just liked how the light shined on your papers from the window next to you. But since he got here that was just an added bonus.

Today you walk in and the disheveled-looking boy is sitting at your table. It was 7am on a Thursday, there were only the two of you in the shop, well aside from the baristas behind the counter. You order your latte, looking over at the boy at your table over your shoulder. Why would he sit there, he never sits there. The table was long enough for the both of you to sit and work comfortably, you thought, would it be weird if I chose the one seat next to him in an empty coffee house? Anxious thoughts raced through your head as you waited for your coffee. Once the Barista called your name you noticed his head perk up across the room. You grab your latte and walk over to the sitting area. He looks up at you and shuffles his papers around, making room on the other side of the table. Was he offering a seat?

“May I?” You ask cautiously.

“Of course.” He nods and looks down at his papers again. Setting your bag down on the chair next to you you pull out your literature textbook and the corresponding notebook. The two of you were sitting right cross from each other, not the most practical arrangement but it made your heart pound in your chest. While debating whether or not to say anything he interrupts the silence.

“My name is Spencer.” He says, you jerk your head up to look at him.

“Hi, um, I’m y/n.” You smile at him awkwardly.

“It’s great to meet you. Sorry for stealing your table.” He chuckled.

“Oh, well I don’t own it. You’re welcome to it anytime.” You say awkwardly stumbling over your words. What are you saying, idiot!

“I suppose that's true, but you do seem to have laid your claim on it pretty well, every time I come here I see your coffee cups and stacks of notebooks strewn about.” He laughs again. You hadn’t gotten to see him this close up before. It was endearing. He had dark brown puppy dog eyes and the more charming smile you’d ever seen. His brown hair was a bit messy, the curls fluffing up in every direction, but it worked for him.

“It’s the best table in the house,” You shrug, trying to soothe your heart a tad.

“And why is that?” He asks with a grin across his face.

“Well, for starters, the light in the morning comes through that window, it is gorgeous, anything you're doing is just enveloped in golden light. But later in the day, once the sun has fully risen, you get to people's watch. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but a lot of people come in and out of this shop. They’re fun to look at.” You shrug and let the smile fade from your face. This really was your favorite place in the city.

“Ah, I see. Well, I must say the people watching is much better from the other side of the room.” He nods his head towards the unoccupied green chair in the corner.

“Oh, yeah, I guess the window is a better view.” You say, “But I don’t think it gives the same effect.”

“I don’t think the entire fair. You can see plenty from my side of the room.” He smiles and scans the room. “Go on, try it out.”

“What? You’re chair?” You ask?

“I mean it’s not my chair, but yes, my chair.” Alright. You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, making a grand gesture of sitting down in the chair. It was rather comfortable but the view was awful. You could see out the window but from this angle, all you saw was the side of a building and maybe a few people passing by. You could barely see the rest of the coffee shop tables and bookshelves were scattered about obstructing your view, but you could see your table very well. It was a straight show between the two.

“I don’t see it.” You shook your head and walked back over to your table.

“I guess you just don’t appreciate things the way I do.” He smiles and flicks open his book. You don’t bother asking him what that means before opening your textbook and starting to write your chapter notes.

The hours drag on, it’s almost 11am when you get up for another coffee, I crowd has sort of formed in the shop, some people on their lunch breaks getting coffee, a group of friends catching up with one another on the sofa. As you walk up to the counter you heard footsteps behind you. Looking over your shoulder you see Spencer walking towards the counter as well. You smile ad turn backstepping forward to tell the barista your order. Once you finish and got to pull out your wallet to pay you to hear a voice behind you.

“And an iced americano if you don’t mind.” You spin around to see Spencer handing a ten-dollar bill to the cashier.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You stutter.

“I know, but I thought it’s only fair I buy you coffee.”

 “Fair?” You ask,

“I did steal your table, it’s only fair I make it up to you.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works, but thank you nonetheless.” You smile and grab the warm mug from the counter. He was shaping up to be more than you had imagined,

“How’re the notes coming?” He asked when the two of you had sat down again.

“Not bad, I mean I may bore myself to tears if I have to read another chapter about Homer, but other than that, not too bad.” You say, taking a small sip from your drink.

“Ah, Homer, I never was a fan of his.” He confesses.

“I can’t blame you,” You say, you go on for a moment about the last essay you write about his influence on modern storytelling. It wasn’t your best work but it was an easy A. The two of you begin talking poetry and before you know it it’s two pm. An alarm goes off on your phone telling you're about to be late for class again.

“Oh shit, sorry, I have to go.” You say and pile everything into your bag.

“Wait!” You see Spencer writing on a napkin. He hands you the note and gives you a genuine smile goodbye before you rush out the door. On the note, he left his phone number with a cheesy winking face next to it. You let out of laugh and stored it away in your pocket. That coffer shop was turning out better than you could have ever imagined.

[yourfavoriteagent]

Your Midnight Company Part 4

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a few days but here’s a little chapter for you!

Also found on my AO3: Here!

Content Warning: None

This was not how he wanted this night to go when he got the call he knew his night was over. Unfortunately, he had to bring y/n with him, not that he didn’t want her to be with him, he just didn’t know what else to do, he wouldn’t have had time to bring her home and he wasn’t just going to throw her in a cab and send her away. So here she was, walking into the doors of the BAU. “She’s with me, can you grab her a pass?” He says to the woman sitting behind the front desk. “Can I see your ID please?” She asks, you pull out your wallet and hand over your driver’s license. He could tell you were nervous, he put his hand on the small of your back and gave you a soft smile trying to comfort you. The woman hands back your license and gives you a small badge that says ‘VISITOR’. He reaches for your hand and guides you to the elevator. “Again, I’m so sorry I didn’t think I would be called in tonight. You can sit at my desk and wait. I’ll be out as soon as I can, I promise.” The elevator dings and opens up into an office room, there were a few clustered of desks and people walking around holding files and talking to people. Morgan walks up to the two of you, “Hotch wants us in the conference room in 5- oh who is this?” He smiles and goes to shake your hand. “My name is y/n.” You reach out and shake his hand, you look up at Spencer for reassurance. “This is Agent Morgan, he’s one of my coworkers.” Spencer awkwardly smiled and lead you to his desk. His desk was a mess, covered in files he needed to read and books he had to reference. He was possibly more nervous than you were, he didn’t know what everyone was going to say, he would have to tell them he was out on a date with you, not that he was ashamed he just didn’t want to scare you off. “Are you okay?” You say, sitting down at his desk, he hadn’t been paying attention at all. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?” He asks, kneeling to be at eye level with you. “I’m perfect, just glad I get to spend some time with you.” You grab his hand and rub your thumb on his palm. He sighs and squeezes your hand gently. “Okay, I have to go, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He walks into the conference room, he hates to leave you like this but he knows he has to. Once he opens the door all eyes are on him. Prentiss was the first one to talk, “So… who’s the cutie?” He can feel himself blushing, “I was on a date when I got the call, I didn’t have time to take her home before I had to be here.” “Pretty boy’s on a date!” Morgan laughs from across the table. “A date?” JJ says, walking into the room. “Guys! It’s not that big of a deal! We went out to dinner and then you called me. So let’s just get this done with so I can get back to what I was doing.” Spencer rolls his eyes and looks out the window of the conference room, he had a good view of you sitting at his desk, you had taken the book he got you out of your bag and began reading it. You looked so pretty when you were concentrating. Just then Hotch walks into the room snapping him out of his trance. “Okay, we have 3 murdered girls in D.C. all dumped at the same time but the coroner’s report says they were killed days apart,” Hotch says, everyone stops messing around and goes into work mode.

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This office was nice, a young woman came by and got you some coffee while you were reading. You took the book Spencer had just gotten you out of your bag to pass the time. This wasn’t the first date you had imagined but you didn’t mind too much. He had to do what he had to do, saving people’s lives was far more important plus you had a book to get lost in. You could see him through the window in the room he went into. Everyone once and a while you saw him get up and write something on the board, you couldn’t read it but he looked so serious while he was talking, He glanced at you through the window as well, making eye contact and giving you an apologetic smile.

Soon enough he walked out of the room with 6 others. “We’ll leave at 7 am tomorrow,” A tall man in a suit says and looks at you questioningly. He turns to Spencer and quietly says something to him. Spencer seems to explain the situation to him and he nods and gives you a formal nod. You stand up when Spencer gets close to you. “How was it?” “Pretty intense, we have to leave to go to D.C. in the morning. Luckily we won't be too far out.” He smiles and grabs your hand. “Let’s get out of here.” You smile and nod, picking up your bag before heading back to the elevator. At the last second two other people get in, two young women with blonde hair, one wore glasses and an exciting outfit with spiked hair and the other was in a very professional looking suit with straight hair. “Hi! My name is Penelope!” The woman in the glasses beams at you. “Hello! I’m y/n.” You smile and shake her outstretched hand. “Y/n, what a pretty name! You can call me JJ.” A woman in the nice suit says. You can feel Spencer tense slightly next to you. “It’s nice to meet you guys, you work with Spencer?” You go to reach for his arm but decide against it, you didn’t want to seem to forward or embarrass him, so you settled for holding hand. “Yep, we’re the BAU,” Penelope does a small curtsey. Just then the elevator dings and the four of you step out. “I hope to see you again, y/n,” JJ says and she and Penelope part ways with are. Spencer and you walk out into the crisp night air once again, his meeting only took around 45 minutes which was better than either of you were expecting, too bad you had to say goodbye to him again for who knows how long. “All okay?” You squeeze his hand a little tighter and look up at him. “I’m good, I was just a bit nervous for you to meet them, I didn’t want them to scare you off, you know?” He said, he looked like he was shy about it. “Scare me? Oh no, they were super cool! You don’t have to worry about me, Spencer.” You comfort him. The two of you walk contently, hand in hand, down the late-night streets of Quantico on your way back to your apartment.

[yourfavoriteagent]

hey! looking for some requests or prompts if anyone’s got any! just feeling a bit uninspired

[yourfavoriteagent]

Your Midnight Company Part 3

Hey guys! Here’s part 3 I promised! I hope you’re liking the series so far! I’m having a blast writing it!

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Content Warnings: None

It had been three days and you’ve only heard from Spencer a few times, he texted you briefly the first night he got there but other than that it’s been short check-in texts for the most part. One day he was waiting for his boss to get back and he had a moment to talk. He told you it was a rough case but they think they’re getting it and how he should be back within the week. He also mentioned how he was excited to see you again which made your heart do cartwheels in your chest.

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S: ’guess who’s coming home! :)’ ‘you???” S: ‘wow how’d you get that so quick? Yep! We lift off in an hour.’ ‘how was the case?’ S: ‘I can’t talk about it but it wasn’t an easy one, I’m just glad it’s over’ ‘aww, I'm sorry :/ I’m glad you’re coming home, unfortunately, I don’t work tmrw but I work Thursday so you should come in then!’ S: ’what if instead… I take you out to dinner tomorrow?” You stopped in your tracks, like a date? Was this a date? Are you two dating? ‘like a date?’ You pull the trigger and ask, terrified of his response, yeah he was cute and you did like him there was nothing to not like, you just didn’t want to look like an idiot and assume. S: ‘is that alright with you?’ ‘yes! That’s perfect with me! A date it is!’ you’re grinning from behind your phone, wow a date with Spencer Reid, sorry, Doctor Spencer Reid. S:’ I’ll pick you up at 7?’ ‘sounds great, I can’t wait.”

———

The next day drags on, every time you look at the clock it’s only been two minutes since the last time you looked. You have never sat through a longer one hour lecture in your life. Finally, it was 3 pm, your final lecture of the day. This one lasted until 4:30, you tried your best to read the slides your professor was putting up but every thought was about tonight. You had a whole outfit planned out, you knew exactly what makeup you would wear, the only problem is you have no idea where you’d be going, he could take you to McDonald's for all you know. The clock hits 4:30 while your professor is rambling about an essay due in a few weeks, you practically jump out of your seat when the professor dismisses the class. Okay, it would take you about 20 minutes to get home on the bus then you’d have like 2 hours to get ready. You’re planning out your time in your head so much you nearly miss your stop. You unlock your door and set your bag down, realizing you hadn’t heard much from Spencer today and he didn’t know where you lived, you’d been way too distracted with the thought of tonight and your classes.

‘hey cutie, did I give you my address?”

After sending the text along with your address you walked into your bedroom shucking off your clothes and setting out the dress you planned to wear tonight. The jumped in the shower washing everything you could think of, you were so nervous which is weird because you’ve spent a good amount of your time talking to him but somehow this was different. It was all real for the first time. You dry off and head back to your bedroom to slap on some makeup, you kept it elegant but simple, opting for a pair of subtle lashes and some tinted lip balm. You wanted the “you but better” look. You decided to go with loose curls in your hair, making it bouncy and smooth. Next, you slid on your dress, it was a dark green slip dress, nothing super fancy but still nice. The gold jewelry you paired with it stood out against the darkness of the dress. You were looking over yourself in the mirror when the doorbell rang, he was 3 minutes early. You rush down the hall with your flats in hand. You hoped you looked good as you threw open the door, trying your best to look like you hadn’t just run through your apartment. “Wow, you look amazing.” He smiled draping a black coat over his arm, he was wearing a white button-down with the top two buttons undone and a pair of nice black pants, you looked stunning. “I could say the same to you.” You were grinning ear to ear as you reached around the door to your side table where you grabbed your purse then you were out the door. He held his hand out to yours and walked you down your hallway and out into the cool night air. Thankfully it wasn’t raining tonight so the two of you walked a few blocks down to a nice Italian restaurant you've never eaten at, it had always looked too expensive for you, but he opened the door for you and the two of you walked right in. “Reservation for Dr. Reid.” He said to the woman at the front desk, she nodded and told him to follow her. She walked us through the tables until we got to the back where there was a table with a single candle on top. It was next to the window that showed off the lights of the city. It was beautiful. He pulled your chair out for you and sat down across from you. You were looking around the restaurant at all the hanging lights and paintings on the walls. “This place is so nice, Spencer you didn’t have to bring me here.” “Why would I not want to give you the best I could provide,” he smiled and reached across the table for your hands, “Besides, I pass this place on my way to work every day I’ve always dreamt of bringing the perfect girl here for the perfect night.” You blushed hard at this, “A hopeless romantic?” “You could say that.” He hadn’t stopped smiling since he picked you up. A waitress came by with two menus and water for both of you. He ordered a chicken alfredo and you got the mushroom ravioli, it was beyond delicious but also ridiculously expensive. I mean who would pay $27 for pasta? Apparently, Spencer would, he would buy even more, you two got a brownie with homemade ice-cream to share at the end of your date. Aside from the food you two talked, he talked a bit about his case, although not being able to provide too many details, apparently there was a serial killer in Boston that was preying on young girls, he said it like it was so standard. Almost like it was boring, you couldn’t imagine what it would take to shake him up. Before dessert, he pulled a brown paper wrapped package from his coat pocket and slid it across the table to you. “What’s this?” You ask. “It’s for you, I saw it in a bookshop in Boston and thought of you.” He smiled, “Go on, open it!” You tore at the wrapping uncovering a book. It was a gorgeous edition of The Ship of Theseus. You remembered talking about this the first day you two met. You put it in your Amazon wishlist of things to buy with your next paycheck but he already bought it for you. “Spencer, you didn’t have to! Thank you so much!” You flip the book over to look at all the detail of the cover. “I was hoping you hadn’t bought it for yourself already. I think you’ll like it.” He smiles, his eyes were bright and happy. It was a wonderful sight.

———

The check came but before the lady could come back with Spencer’s card he gets a call. “Sorry,” He says picking up the phone and starting to stand up. “This is Dr. Reid. I see. Okay, I’ll be there in ten.” “All good?” You ask as the woman comes back with the card. “Yeah I think so, I’m so sorry to ask this but I need to run to my office for a moment, would you mind coming with me? It’s just down the street, I’ll walk you home right after.” He looks at you apologetically, you guess this was not the perfect date night he had imagined for the two of you. “Oh, of course, I don’t mind at all. Is it okay that I’m there?” You ask getting up out of your seat and grabbing your purse. “Yeah, I’ll talk to Hotch it should be fine.” He takes your hand and you two walk out of the restaurant hand in hand. He wasn’t kidding when he said he passes this place on his way to work, he stopped at a building four doors down and handed you his coat. “Here, it’ll only be a second.” Then you stepped into the BAU for the first time.

[yourfavoriteagent]

working on part three of Your Midnight company right now! going to make it a longer one to make up for chapter 2! hope youll enjoy!

[yourfavoriteagent]

Your Midnight Company Part 2

Hey! Sorry this one is short I wrote it on my break lol, either way hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: None

He was infatuated, to say the least. He ran down the street with his blazer over his head trying to protect himself from the rain, but all he could think of was you. you and your perfect smile, the way your eyes glistened when you spoke. and he couldn’t believe you’d been Working three doors down for who knows how long, how had he not noticed. His place was only a block or so away, fumbling with the key he unlocked his door and burst into the apartment. It was nice to be home, out of the rain at least. His apartment was clean, organized, he always made his bed and did his dishes. With everything going on in his mind he figured his home should be a calm place for him to relax without distraction. It was late, far later than he usually stayed up if he could help it. But there was not a single part of him that regretted the time you two spent talking. He stripped off his clothes and flopped into bed, the last thought in his racing mind was you.

——

“How’s it going, Handsome?” Garcia says as he walks down the hallways towards the bullpen. “I can’t complain,” he smiles he hasn’t stopped smiling since last night. “Oh something going on, spill!” she cries following close behind him. He blushes slightly but denies everything. “Nothing is going on, I promise. I’m just in a good mood that’s all.” he finally shakes her and gets to his desk. A pile of casework stares at him, it was going to be a busy day. A sorority house in North Carolina had been ransacked and two of the girls were now missing. He’s reading through the file when Hotch calls all of them into a briefing.

——

It was a late-night yet for him yet again but the thought of seeing you kept him going. At 12:30 when they were finally dismissed, the plane leaving for North Carolina University early the next morning, he practically jogged down the street to the diner, hoping you were working tonight. “Good evening, doc!” y/n is beaming from the other side of the counter. “Back for some of our famous coffee?” he can tell she’s messing with him but he doesn’t mind. “You know it,” Spencer says, sitting at the counter. “Actually I’m about to go on my lunch break,” you say, he noticed you had your phone and wallet in your hand. “But you’re welcome to join me if you’d like.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.” “Of course, you’re good company.” You smile and he is floored, how can one person be this beautiful. You take a seat near the window the diner, Spencer following close behind. “This is my favorite seat in the place,” You say, “It shows you the skyline of the city and the people inside it.” You point at an apartment building across the street. The lights were on in many rooms and you could see the occasional person walk by or the silhouette of a family watching television on the couch. It felt like a massive invasion of privacy, but at the same time, it made him think about the perception of others. You were calmly staring out the window when a short man wearing a white t-shirt came up to you and dropped a stack of pancakes covered in strawberries in front of you. “Sorry, you mind if I eat?” “Of course not, those look amazing.” He says staring down the whipped cream on top, you reach over to the counter and grab him a fork. You take the first bite, they were amazing, and technically from the kid's menu but you paid no mind to that. The two of you sat and talked for a while taking turns scooping some strawberries into your mouth. Today Spencer spoke more, he told you about his friends at work, basically his family. “Morgan, who is probably my best friend, and I were working on this case the other night. I can’t tell you much about it but we had to stake out this house overnight. I swear to you no matter how tough that man looks like he is, the snap of a twig will send him ten feet in the air!” He laughs and drinks his coffee. You laugh along with him, he talks about his friends so highly, it’s really cute. “You’ll have to bring him in some time.” You say. He hadn’t considered that honestly he was shocked you had any interest in his life at all, but it sounded like you wanted to know more. This was new for him, Spencer was known to not let anyone too close, close enough to get hurt as he has in the past. But you were somehow different. You made him feel safe. “Well, we’re going out of town on work for, hopefully, only a few days but when we get back maybe I’ll bring them in for a late-night snack.” At that an arm goes off on your phone, it had been thirty minutes already? It felt like you two had just sat down. Clearing your table you say, “That’s it for my lunch. I appreciate the company but you better get home, sounds like you have a busy day tomorrow.” “You’re probably right, I’ll head out in a minute.” He grabs his bag from behind the chair and slings it over his shoulder. As he turns to leave you quickly say, “Do you think you’d be able to talk at all while you’re out of town? Like, could I still text you?” Your face had the slightest blush washing over it. “Of course, I look forward to it.” He grins and makes his way out into the darkness of the city once more.

[yourfavoriteagent]

First Night

You and Spencer finally get to spend your first night at your place, a cozy night in is exactly what he needed.

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Warnings: Mild Sexual Content, Nudity

God, has you apartment ever look worse? You spent half the day cleaning everything, making sure it was perfect for your guys first weekend together. You definitely had a cluttered aesthetic but for some reason today it just looked messy. Your walls were covered in posters and records, you had plants lining the walls and books on every surface you could see. You loved it, it felt like home but today it was just wrong. Spencer had never come to you apartment before, it was a bit more out of the way so you just always went to his place. His was the opposite, he had a sleek place, his bed always made, his books lined up by height on his matching bookshelves. You didn’t really follow that, your bed was made but it was covered in pillows and I don’t think a single peace of furniture matched in here. You tried to convince yourself it was okay to calm your nerves. 

He would be here any minute, you had Chinese on the way, a movie picked out, and your couch all set up with blankets for a night in. It was a Friday night, he would be getting off work and heading straight to your place. You’re mid panic thought when you hear a knock at your door and your heart is in your throat. Why were you so nervous? It’s just Spencer, just Spencer seeing you in your most vulnerable habitat. Whatever, you push it out of your mind and make your way to the door.

“Hello, beautiful,” he’s smiling and holding a bouquet of daisies in his hands. You reach up and kiss him for a moment in the doorway.

“Hello, handsome.” You open the door wider to let him inside, tentatively he steps in and looks around. He is grinning ear to ear as he examines the walls covered in photos of you and him, posters from concerts you’ve been to, and memories from nights with your friends. You watch him anxiously waiting for him to say something, finally he just turns back to you, “It’s just like you in here babygirl.” His hand reaches up to touch the fairy lights over your kitchen counter. 

“Not too messy for you?” You ask, a weight being lifted from your shoulders. “What? No, I love it! It screams you in so many ways.” He sets the flowers down on your small dining table and wraps you up in a hug.

“So how was work?” You say once he releases you making your way over to the couch. He sinks into the cushions with a deep sigh.

“Not my best day,” He says, “It’s just a lot of pressure, you know?” You nod, although you don’t know, you could never imagine what he goes through every day. You work from home, you get to live a life unaffected by the tragedies of the outside world, but he has to look at all of them and pick which one to fix. He never lets it show but you can tell he is tense about something specific. You don’t pry.

“I’m sorry baby,” you rub his arm and let him breathe for a moment when the doorbell rings. “Ah! I ordered your favorite!” You say jumping up and grabbing the cash from your counter.

Spencer looks over his shoulder at you as you pay the delivery man and shut the door again, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re just saying that because I’m holding food,” you joke with him, he starts to get up to head over to the table where you’re setting down the bag. “Y/N, you’re truly more than I could have ever hoped for.” He kisses you on the forehead and sits down across from you. You hear him unload the bag while you’re grabbing plates from the kitchen, how could you have gotten so lucky. You watch him looking through the boxes to see what you got, catching his small smiles when he thinks of you.

You two sit for what seems like moments but what nearly an hour sitting and talking while you eat. He tells you how the team has been and the exciting parts of the cases he’s working on and you tell him about the progress you’re making at your own job. He sits and listens to you babble on and on about the little things that happened to you that day, like how you were getting coffee this morning and you ran into your old high school teacher, or how you swear you saw Oprah while at the grocery store. With him it never feels like you’re a burden or a bore, he makes you feel special and comfortable, that is something yup never be able to thank him enough for. 

Once the food is all gone you both spend some time cleaning the table off, he washes the dishes and you dry them, it was a good little system you had there. “What’s next little lady?” He asks with an eager smile.

“I figured you’d want to get a bit more cozy after work so…” You run into the bedroom and pull out two pairs of matching pajama pants and two white tank tops. The pants had little frogs dotting them, you found them on Amazon a week ago and knew you had to do something with them.

Spencer laughs and takes a pair from you examining them, “They have little faces!”

“I’m glad you like them,” you smile, “but this surprise comes in two parts.” Taking his hand you lead him into your bathroom, this was your favorite part of your apartment, honestly it’s what made you pick it. You had the room covered in plants like the rest of your apartment. There was a huge bathtub in the corner, two big windows were overtop showing off the view of the city, but more importantly, the sunset.

“Wow,” he says looking out onto the skyline, you were on the 12th floor of this apartment building so you had a pretty good vantage point. While he was admiring you turn on the tap and reach under your sink for the bubbles you’d bought just for this. Vanilla, his favorite scent.

Once the water gets warm enough and the bath is brimming with bubbles you carefully begin taking his shirt off, he already had the first few buttons undone so it was too hard to get the rest of them down. He does the same to you, lifting your shirt from over your head and unclasping your bra. Soon enough you’re both completely naked having barely touched each other.

“Ladies first,” he says gesturing towards the bath.

“One second,” you say and quickly walk out of the bathroom, you come back in holding an old book from one of your shelves, Jane Eyre. You set the books down on the counter and step into the tub, reaching your hand out for him to follow. Moments later you’re both laying in the tub, your head resting against his chest while you watch the sunset over the city. Neither of you speak for a long while, you’re both just carefully touching each other, enjoying the moment for what it is. Pure, innocent, bliss. 

He grabs the book from the counter and opens it to the first page, “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning,” Spencer began reading aloud to you, you close your eyes and lean you head back on his chest. You feel the rumble of his voice against your back, this is what heaven feels like. By the time you both get out the water is lukewarm and your fingers have pruned. After each of you dry off you rush into your bedroom again to get the matching pj’s you’d bought. Spencer eagerly takes them and slides them on over his slightly damp body. You two looked cute together you thought to yourself.

“Hold on, come here my love.” He says to you lightly grabbing your arm. You turn to him and are greeted with a soft kiss against your lips. You melt into it slowly becoming more and more limp the longer you kiss. His hands reached around, cupping your face. He pulled you in tighter before letting you go. “Movie time?” You said after a moment push to take him in.

“Movie time.” He says smiling down at you, his eyes were bright and soft. The golden flecks glowed against the dark brown.

You made your way back into the living room both settling down on the couch, he sitting with his feet propped up on you ottoman and you laying across his legs. Both covered in blankets and stuffing your mouths with popcorn. The Shining is the movie of the night, he mentioned a few weeks ago that he had never seen it, and with it being one of your favorites of all time you had to show it to him. Unfortunately, you began to feel you eyes grow heavy, you body sinking into Spencer’s lap. Before succumbing to sleep you feel his hands start to softly play with your hair.

“I love you,” You whisper to him.

“I love you, too.” He whispers back, and just like that you’re asleep.

[yourfavoriteagent]

Your Midnight Company Part 1

Hey! This is my first fic I hope you enjoy!

A cute and fluffy diner AU where you work at a diner down the street from the BAU, after a rough case a certain doctor comes in for some midnight company.

Warnings: none

Also found on AO3: here!

The graveyard shift at a diner in Quantico wasn’t quite as exciting as you had thought, and that’s saying something. The only people who came in were either mildly drunk college students looking for a place to pee or questionable looking strangers sitting at your tables for a few hours. It was a welcoming place in the day time from what you’ve heard, in fact it’s quite a popular joint while the sun’s out but unfortunately you don’t get to see that side of this place. You work most nights from 11pm to 5am, it’s the only job that fit with your extensive hours spent studying and in classes so you jumped at the opportunity no matter how unnerving it may be.

But tonight was a little different, not by much, you were still sing behind the counter in your uncomfortable barstool reading a book, you still had your steaming cup of coffee you made to perfection sitting in front of you, and it was still raining outside. When was it not really, it was October in Virginia you got your fair share of rainfall in the city. But this night was different still because a young man, older than you but still younger than middle age, walked in through the painted glass door ducking his head under his blazer to get out of the rain. He did not look up to you quite yet, he was wiping the water off his shoulders and book bag at his side. When he did you noticed the water droplets smeared on his glasses, the dampness of his hair showing the faint hint of some curls under the product, and the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

“Good evening,” he smiles awkwardly slightly nodding his head to you.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” Your voice is calm and casual but your brain is not, just him looking at you with his innocent smile and Bambi eyes makes your heart melt a little.

“I’ll take a coffee, if you don’t mind. Rough day at work” He sighs and sits down at the bar opposite to you setting his book bag in the seat next to him, you can see the water dripping off him and his belongings. You don’t say anything, just turn and start making the espresso as normal, but you can feel his eyes against the back of your head the whole time. If it were any other man you probably would have been a bit freaked out, but there was something about him that made you understand and almost trust him. Was this some Ted Bunny ruse? What’s his game here? You silently thought you yourself as you pour the steaming liquid into one of your white mugs. When you turn back around he is holding your book thumbing through the pages of Emma absentmindedly as he reads the back cover.

“Here you go,” you say hesitantly, “Have you read it?”

He looks up at you then back down to book, “Oh, yes I had to read it for a class in college a few years back.” He smiled and set it down where it was, the bookmark was not an inch out of place.

“I can’t tell if I like it yet, I am only a few chapters in but so far it might be my favorite Austen yet.” You softly smile thinking about the complex stories and beautiful relationships you’ve read by her. “Would you like any cream with that?”

“I’ll take three scoops of sugar if you don’t mind.”

“Three scoops! My god boy you’ll be leaving here with diabetes.” He chuckles at that but still nudges his mug towards you as you reach for the sugar under the counter. “So what are you doing out this late?”

He stirs his coffee around and takes a sip, seemingly melting into the flavor, “I work down the street,” He says after a pause from his drink, “Saw you guys we’re still open thought I could use some coffee.”

“You came to the right place, we never close around here.” You go sit back on your stool perch across from him but don’t pick up your book quite yet. “Where do you work?” There was so much around here you couldn’t even begin to guess, the retro diner sat in the middle of a sea of high-rises and office buildings.

“I work for the FBI, the BAU more specifically.”

You’re taken aback by this. “Woah! That’s so cool, what do you do there?”

He smiles a bit at your interest, “I’m a profiler, we basically figure out who the killer is before we find him.”

“Well can I see some ID, agent?” You grin playfully and lean a bit over the counter. You weren’t normally this forward, especially with men, but there was something different about him. He pulled out his wallet and flipped open his ID sleeve showing you the photo of his from what looks like a few years ago. “Dr. Spencer Reid, huh?”

“Thats me,” He shrugs with a small smile, “and you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you reach out your hand over the counter which he takes, his grip is firm and his hands are huge, you can see the veins protruding from the toned muscles in his wrist and hand. This is the first time you really stopped to admire him. He took off his blazer when he came in leaving his button up and sweater with the sleeves pushed up a bit. His damp hair still clung slightly to his face showing you his fantastic jawline and cheekbones. You were overtaken by how handsome he was, so distracted by it it took you a minute to realize you had been holding his hand for just a moment too long. You quickly let go flashing him and awkward smile all of that pervious confidence dwindling. He didn’t seem to mind, simply took his hand back and took another drink of his coffee.

You cursed yourself for getting so caught up in this man you had just met. While you were internally crawling in a hole you didn’t even notice he was speaking to you.

“I’m sorry?” You say, snapping out of whatever strange trance you were in.

He laughs a bit, “I asked what you were studying, I’m guessing you go to one of the colleges around here based on your age and choice of reading material.” He nods to the books till face down on the counter.

“I’m an English major, over at University of Virginia. I’m writing my thesis on Jane Austen’s works and her cultural influence in the modern era.” You tell him. He’s halfway through his coffee at this point but he’s hasn’t taken his eyes off yours the whole time you’ve been talking. It shook you up a bit, having someone really look at you for the first time in as long as you can remember. Working the night shift at a diner the last thing people think of is you, they’re thinking about the stress of their day or the plans for the weekend. The last thing they want to consider is how the college student with her nose stuck in a book is doing. But he was different, he looked at you differently then the others, he looked with a certain fascination and care, it was refreshing.

“An English major, huh? I like that, you’re an author?” He asks finishing off the last of his drink.

“Ideally I suppose but I would also love to go into journalism, you know, get the nitty gritty of people’s lives and help others understand there is more to the world than than what they see. I just think people can be so self involved now a days, not that thats necessarily a bad thing, I just wish people could see from others point of view, I-“ You cut yourself off realizing you’re rambling at this stranger. “Sorry! Yeah, author is the goal.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he grins at you, “I think thats a noble goal, a side of the story you don’t hear much.” His eyes had brightened ever so slightly, maybe it was the lighting but you hoped not. He looked like the kind of boy you’d write up in one of your short stories, his brown hair now mostly dry and fluffy made you want to run your hands through it. His large hands wrapped around his coffee mug make you feel warm your mind raced with he idea of those hands touching you. It wasn’t anything like that, he made you crave the innocent touches, the slight brush to the hand when you walk, or him tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You couldn’t quite figure out what it was about his but you were entranced.

It was insane how quickly time passed between the two of you, before you knew it had been 3 hours of you two discussing books and art. He recommended a few books to you, The Ship of Theseus caught your attention.

“Would you mind writing that down for me?” you ask handing him a pen and a napkin.

“Of course. How much do I owe you?”

“Your conversation is payment enough.”

He smiles taking the pen from your hand, you feel the warmth of his skin against yours. He writes on the napkin and stands from his seat grabbing his bag from the back of the chair. “It was lovely talking to you, Y/N. Thank you for turning my night around.” He says and turns around to the door. Looking back at you one last time before walking out into the heavy rain again.

Your heart finally slows a bit as you watch him hurry down the street, covering his head with his blazer. After clearing his mug you reach for the napkin with he book on it, it says “Book of Theseus by Doug Dorst. Love, your midnight company. (xxx)xxx-xxxx.” A smile breaks out on his face as you carefully fold the napkin into the pocket of your apron.