Prompt: Spencer Reid/Emily Prentiss/Chinese Food


Spencer Reid laid in his bed alone, groaning. Great. It was his first time coming home after having surgery done to his knee, due to a maniacal man seeking revenge on his son. He blocked an older man from getting shot, and in turn, he got shot in the knee.

He was recovering, but he wanted to get out of bed. He wanted food. His stomach felt so empty, and no one was here to take care of him (which he liked to an extent but not in this situation). But he was hungry. His crutches stood alone near the lamp, so he reached for it, only to remember that he had no food.

No food.

He sighed to himself.

There must be leftover cookies from the week before. Oh no, I ate 1/3 of them on Thursday night and the remaining on the following day.

He decided to get up and check anyways. He used the bed for support while grasping a crutch in one hand, and then he finally got up. He lifted himself over to the tiny kitchen, coping with the pain in his knee.

He opened the fridge that took up most of the space in the kitchen, only to find nothing but water, wine, and cereal inside.

"Darn," he said to himself.

"Reid!"

The surprise overwhelmed him and he almost fell to the floor. It was Emily.

"Emily," he whispered, clutching onto his chest due to the near heart-attack. He shouldn't have been this surprised.
She had a spare key and took care of him the past few days.

"What's the problem?" she asked.

"I was looking for food," he whispered, slightly embarrassed. "There's nothing."

She laughed out loud.

"That's your problem? Well... is there anything you want to eat? I can get it for you."

"No, no. It's okay, Emily."

"But I brought you Chinese food," she said. She walked to the living room to retrieve the box full of noodles.

"Thank you," he whispered, relieved.

Emily grinned and bit her lip.

Reid was a bit nervous. No one on the team knew of what they were doing the past three weeks. Fraternization wasn't allowed. And the team... the team would feel different if they knew of them.

It was awkward trying to lean in for a kiss while on crutches. His right arm stiffened and he put his weight on Emily's chest while leaning closer to her lips. It was meant to be a quick peck, but turned into him sucking in her lower lip, moving his mouth in sync with hers, leaning in lower to kiss her collarbones. After twenty seconds of trying to withstand the pain while placing a kiss on her, he tried to straighten himself up.

"I want it," Emily whispered, her head buried in his chest.

Reid felt himself blush. "You want what?" he asked, sure of her intentions.

"Chinese food, of course."

She ended with a smirk.