Spencer Reid wasn't your average man. No, he was a genius. Not the kind of genius that went around proclaiming to know everything, he was the kind who simply did know everything and didn't boast about it. He was one of the BAU's finest agents - having assisted in solving over 200 crime cases and catching an impressive amount of serial killers. Every department knew about Spencer Reid, the youngest profiler in BAU history. He'd made a name for himself although most who knew him personally would tell you that he himself didn't appear to be a man with many accolades. They'd tell you he was a simple man, "nerdish" even, with a wacky sense of humor and a habit of rambling. His hair remained shaggy although his choice of attire had definitely improved over the years and his friendships remained consistent throughout his time with the FBI.
Yes, Dr. Reid was a genius and many other things, but if there was one thing he wasn't, it was a ladies man. So now the genius sat at a bar, earpiece in, and his hands sweating at the thought of his current assignment.
"Relax kid. To your right. In the booth. She's wearing a red dress. Get her out." Morgan spoke into his ear giving him instructions. This was an exclusive nightclub filled with dancing bodies and loud music that made the ground shake. The entire environment was enough to throw Spencer off and he had to focus in order to get his mind straight. His task was to appear effortless in his conversation with the woman, drawing no unwanted attention. Morgan refused to go in- saying he would be recognized immediately. So now it was up to him. He did his best to blend in, dancing his way over to the booth that the woman sat in. He tried to keep himself from cringing as women danced against him, high off of the drugs that were being sold here.
He finally made it through the crowd and attempted to casually walk up to the booth that held the woman and two men. The woman looked up immediately at his approaching figure and they briefly locked eyes before she returned to her conversation with the men beside her.
"Scarlett! What a surprise to see you here," he interrupted their conversation. The two men, both buff and covered in tattoos, looked the scrawny man over with caution. The woman however reacted much differently.
"Jonathan! Darling how great to see you!" She exclaimed happily as she stood from the booth and threw her arms around him. She placed kisses on both of his cheeks, her bright red lipstick staining his skin. "Dimitri, Frank, this is an old friend of mine from my New York days. I haven't seen him in ages," she introduced. The men relaxed into their seats but still kept their eyes keen on them.
"Scar, let me buy you a drink," Spencer invited happily. She let out a giggle at his invitation.
"Excuse us, but he's going to buy me a drink," she told the men. The taller, more rugged one immediately straightened up.
"No. Boss said not to leave you alone," he said sternly. She frowned at his response.
"But Frankie, I haven't seen this man in years! You're not going to deny me a drink with an old friend are you?" Spencer watched in awe as the woman worked her magic, sending the man a flirtatious smile and leaning into him. Women would always remain a mystery to him. He looked her up and down before grinning.
"I guess not. Just stay in sight." He agreed and she let out a gleeful cheer before pulling Spencer behind her. They walked arm in arm to the bar feigning conversation.
"Alright, Dr. Reid. Follow my lead." She said with a smile. He raised his eyebrows in surprise that she knew his name causing her to chuckle. "Oh sweetie, everyone knows who you are," she said with an over exaggerated laugh meant for the two men watching them. She grabbed a napkin off the counter and wiped the makeup off of his cheeks.
"Sorry about that," she laughed as she showed him the bright red napkin.
"It's fine. Are you okay?" He asked with a smile. The men were still staring straight at them and he reminded himself to keep up the facade.
"Of course." She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, signaling him to relax. She seemed in control of the situation and Spencer wondered how she'd gotten caught in between the two thugs in the first place. She turned and beckoned the bartender to them and Reid watched as the young man approached her with a smile.
"What will it be?" He asked with a grin. Spencer watched the interaction between them with great interest. She had an air of confidence that seemed to put people at ease.
"Sex on the beach. And would you be a dear and send two whiskeys over to those gentlemen over there?," she asked as she subtlety pointed to the two men. "My friends," she began as she pointed towards a table at the opposite side full of young blonde women, "think they're to die for and wanted to send them a treat. Let them know who it's from. They're hoping to go home with company tonight," she laughed as she shot the bartender a wink. He smiled as he handed her her drink and began to pour the two whiskeys.
"Of course. Anything to help a fellow human get laid," he smirked before placing the two cups on a tray and walking towards the table. She watched intently as he dropped the drinks off before pointing towards the table of girls who he claimed to be sending them. She took the moment of distraction as the men both looked over to their secret admirers to dance through the club towards the exit. They were immediately camouflaged in between all the hot sweaty bodies and Spencer took her hand in order to prevent them from being separated.
They both inhaled deeply once they stepped foot outside, the crisp air a relief from the stuffiness they had just left. They were almost immediately rushed into a parked van.
"Derek," she greeted the older agent.
"Bonnie. Nice job getting yourself in a bind there," he joked. She scoffed at his words.
"Lucky for me I had Spencer to help me out. You did a good job. Thanks," she said with a smile at the tall man. He returned her smile with a lopsided grin.
"No problem, Bonnie. It's nice to finally meet you." He extended a hand which she graciously met with her own. Morgan raised an eyebrow at the gesture, knowing well how Spencer felt about physical contact.
"Alright. Lano is in the basement of the club. Poker game. All just a big show to hide the deal going down tonight," she informed getting back to business. Spencer watched impressed as she coordinated what their game plan for taking the drug lord into custody.
Bonnie Wolf was no ordinary woman. She herself was a bright mind credited for solving various important cases. She'd been one of the youngest women to ever make their way into undercover work, only a year older than Spencer, and was seen as one of their elite agents. She resembled the animal she was named after in many ways. She was amiable, quick, and worked well in a group setting. She had cunning and wit that made her a superb infiltrator. She was of medium height, 5'5, with light brown hair that reached just past her shoulders. She was considered beautiful just as JJ and Tara were. Reid had heard much about her. She was called ruthless and cunning on assignments, but everyone agreed that she was a kind soul at heart.
They'd all been surprised when they had been called in to assist such a capable agent but they didn't hesitate in moving in. Spencer watched impressed as she threw on her vest, loaded her gun, and led the team back into the club. There was an air of confidence from her that made everyone feel as if this task would be an easy one to get done. Yes, she certainly was no ordinary woman.
A/N: Hello! I'm back with yet again another Reid fanfic because I just cant get enough of Spencer. Is there such a thing as too much Spencer Reid? Absolutely not! I promise this story gets better so give it a shot! I appreciate the time you all took to read, review, favorite, or follow. I'll be updating at least once a week, although I will try to do it much more sooner than that. I'm sorry for the simple summary but I'm really bad at coming up with those. I'll think of a better one soon enough. Again, thank you. Knowing you've enjoyed it absolutely makes my day as a writer.