His Tee Shirt

I don't own CM, or the ever-so-sexy Dr. Spencer Reid. However, I do own Natalie Strippe, and the first two seasons of CM of DVD :D Review? Enjoy!

Dr. Spencer Reid was noticing a pattern. He'd leave for a case, and whenever he got home, one of his tee shirts would be missing. If he got home too late, his long-term girlfriend Natalie Strippe would be wearing it to bed. Even though his career was being a profiler, he was having a hard time figuring this one out.

He arrived home from a week long case. It was almost ten when he got to his apartment. He figured that, with her night-owl tendencies, Natalie would still be awake. He was surprised to see her curled up on the couch. She was sound asleep in one of his shirts.

He set his bag and jacket down on the arm of the couch. He wasn't about to wake her, so he moved past the couch to the bedroom. The floor creaked when he walked by.

"Hmmm?"

"Uh, Natalie, I'm home,"

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Why didn't you wake me?"

Reid leaned against the back of the couch. "You looked content,"

She tried to glare at him. "Shut up. The couch is not that comfortable for sleeping," she stood up stretched. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," he squeaked. Natalie was clad in only his tee shirt and her boy short underwear.

"You okay, Spencer?" She obviously had no idea what effect she had on him.

Reid cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired,"

"Let's go to bed then," Natalie grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom.

After he undressed and was redressed in his pajamas, he turned to ask Natalie a question.

"Natalie," he started. "I have a question,"

"You wanna know why I always sleep in your shirt while you're away?" She guessed. From Reid's shocked expression, she knew she was right. "Because, when you're home, you always sleep with your arms around me. It makes me feel safe and warm. But you can't hold me like that when you're away, so I wear one of your shirts. It's not the same as having your arms around me, but the shirt smells exactly like you and I like it. It gives me a safe kind of feeling,"

Reid listened to her spiel in silence. When she was finished, he smiled. "I'm sorry I can't hold you every night, Nat," he said, pulling her close to him under the comforter.

"You could, if I could accompany you on cases," she yawned.

"We both know, even if Hotch would allow it, I wouldn't. You're much safer here. Besides, I'd be working. I'd lock you in the hotel room every day,"

"Bull. We both know that Hotch would allow it if I promised my best behavior. He adores me. And as for the hotel room? We both know I have Spiderman abilities and I'd spidey crawl my way out the window and down the side of the building."

"Natalie, it isn't humanly possible for you to have Spiderman abilities. He's a fictional character."

"Babe?"

"Yes?"

"You haven't kissed me in a week. Shut up and kiss me, or go to sleep."

Dr. Spence Reid shut up and kissed her.