AN: Thanks for reading. I have updated the story as of Jan 2018.
Spencer stood watching the slowly turning carousel of bags go around as he waited for his to emerge. It felt slightly off; he frequently traveled for work yet he rarely flew commercial. For casing and stuff like that he typically used the jet. Nevertheless, here he was in England taking a much need vacation to see an old friend. Finally, spotting his well-worn dark green suitcase, he went over to collect it. Spencer grabbed his bag, making sure it was his and adjust the also well-worn messenger bag. Started to walk into the food court area of the airport, he knew that everything was overpriced, but he had a rather uncomfortable flight since he could take up as much room as he normally did on the jet. He needed coffee. He turned on his phone to see three text messages.
'If convenient come to 221B Baker Street. -SH' Sent at 12:10
'If inconvenient come to 221B Baker Street. -SH' Sent at 12:11.
Then 'Have a nice trip and please do stay safe. -MH' Sent at 12:13.
Spencer rolled his eyes. 'Yes. I will need coffee indeed.' Spencer thought to himself as he took another step forward in line. He could hear the dramatic posh voice in his head. He ordered his coffee and went to get a cab.
XXXXXXX
On the drive over to the address, in which he made sure the cabbie took the quickest route so not to overpay.
He quietly sipped his coffee and texted the team members individual that he had arrived safely at his destination. He looked out the window and enjoyed the few minutes of peace he got. He liked seeing Sherlock and all, but Sherlock often had them both running around London or other places for most of his trip.
But nonetheless, seeing Sherlock would be enjoyable. He often texted him, and he had informed him about his new home and flatmate, which made Spencer happy that Sherlock was at least making an effort. Even though he couldn't get much information out of him about his flatmate. They often talked about their respected cases and just science in general; it was an easy friendship.
One cab ride and a cup of coffee later, Spencer was walking up the stairs of 221B and hoping Sherlock gave him the right address. It would not be the first time Sherlock had given him an old address or just the wrong address in general, the bastard.
He walks up the stairs and into the flat looking around to see what seems to be Sherlock's style of clean. So the normal paper everywhere and books. There were some glasses as well. The decor also seemed very Sherlock as well, which kind of surprised Spencer. Sherlock old houses never really had much, just some clothes or a bag nothing that couldn't be easily taken in a hurry.
"Sherlock? Is that you?" Spencer heard a male voice call out from the other room, then footsteps coming towards him. "Where have you been? When I woke up you weren't here, and I thought we discussed that you aren't to uses the mugs..." he stopped talking when he saw Spencer.
His whole demeanor changed, he looked Spencer up and down, accessing him and at the door, he had walked in from.
"Are you here for a case? Because I have no idea where Sherlock is right now. I could-" the blonde haired man paused. Looking around for pen and some paper.
Spencer started profiling him; it was a habit at this point. 'Age from 35-40, army trained, possible injured shoulder. Well dressed' Then Spencer realized that the man had to stop taking, probably waiting for Spencer to introduce himself, he also wonders if Sherlock has mentioned his visit at all to his roommate.
"Oh, no, I am not here for a case." Spencer begins to explain.
"Then who are you and why are you here?" He asked quickly, seeming to get more defense.
'Yep, he is military.' Spencer thought to himself. Spencer wasn't put off by him interrupting or rudely seeming response. Having been friends with Sherlock for quite a few year, he knows Sherlock can get in trouble easily. "I am Spencer Reid, and I am a friend of Sherlock." He said.
"A friend of Sherlock? He doesn't have those." The doctor said, a little shocked... no more surprise or was it concern.
'Maybe he thinks I am lying. Then again, Sherlock doesn't scream friendly.' Spencer thought to himself.
"He also doesn't have flatmates," Spencer replied dryly.
They both heard footsteps coming up the stairs, followed by the lanky detective.
"Spencer you are here. Good" He turns to the other man, "John get your coat. Lestrade called, we have got a case." This was the only greeting and explanation he gives to both men as he turns to walk back down the stairs not bothering to look to see if the men follow.
Spencer looked at John, who gives a small grin.
"John Waston." He says as he held out his hand.
"Spencer Reid."
Review are loved.
