Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Criminal Minds.
SSA Rosamund Wate was tiny and had long brunette hair. She was officially considered petite; everyone towered over her, well at least at the FBI. She stood at a proud 5 foot 2 and ¾ inches (159 cm).
SSA Rosamund Wate had watched Dr. Spencer Reid since the day she set foot in the Quantico office for the FBI. She watched his fingers. Not a day went by in the office when she wasn't absorbed in what the young genius was doing with his fingers. They were so long. She had thing for long fingers… they were elegant.
"Hey girly," Morgan mused to get her out of the trance she was in, "were you checking out Pretty Boy's fingers. I mean you were practically drooling over here. You must—"
Morgan never got to finish the sentence because she had just elbowed him in the gut, and despite the fact he had abs it had hurt him. The rest of the team just laugh and the Spencer looked up.
"What just happened? Why do I always miss the good stuff?"
Thinking carefully Morgan backed away from the tiny brunette and said "Well, Rosamund here was just drooling over your fingers. She thinks that they look pretty sexy wrapped around your coffee cup."
Rosamund, being delicate like she is, blushed, then realized that anyone sitting in the bullpen had just heard what Derek said. She got hurriedly up from her seat in search of a haven where no one would find her until this blew over, but she knew that something like that would be circulating the office for awhile.
While Rosamund ran away Prentiss and JJ smacked Derek because he was an ass. A girl's crush is hers until and only if she decides to tell the person, that's what they told him. They then retreated to see Garcia who promptly came out and smacked Derek.
"Aw, baby girl, I was just trying to help them get together."
"Well, you did it. You just embarrassed Rosamund out of her job. I wouldn't be surprised if she quit and moved away just to avoid any contact with you."
Meanwhile, Spencer just sat at his desk pondering the thought. Rosamund likes me. No, you idiot, she likes your fingers. Well, it's a step in the right direction. Suddenly he realized that he had to find out if she just liked his fingers or if she really liked him, as a person. The whole team watched as Spencer bolted from his desk down the hall to wherever Rosamund had gone.
Morgan screamed down the hall, "Watch out kid on a mission!" The girls all smacked him for this.
Rosamund hid in a small unused office that the Bureau never took care, but it was clean enough and was quiet. She sat and cried and thought for awhile. She couldn't believe that Morgan would embarrass her like that. He had joked about it in the past, but he had never said anything in front of everyone in the bullpen, but especially Spencer.
Ever since she started working there she had noticed Reid's long fingers. She thought he would be good at playing piano, but more often she thought about how it would feel to hold hands with someone who hand fingers like that. She was distracted from her thoughts when the door opened. Spencer stuck his head in.
"Oh, thank god I found you!" he exclaimed. Then he wrapped her in a hug. He held her back just to check her over, see if she was alright.
"You've been crying…" he mused. Before she could he took his fingers and wiped the tears off her face. It was a tender gesture that she appreciated very much. Just then Reid realized how close he was to her and backed up.
"I came after you first, to see if you were okay, which you kind of are, but second to see if what Morgan said was true. Do you always watch me, or do you just like my fingers. I can handle the truth don't lie to me I like you, but you don't have to like me back."
Rosamund lifted her head to look at him a minute. She giggled a little bit, which he interpreted as her laughing at him. In fact she was just giggling because that was adorkable. As he got up to leave she grabbed his wrist and crushed his lips to hers. When they pulled back Spencer just stood there and looked at her.
"So, you do like me."
"Of course Spencer, but I will always lust after your fingers."
"Oh really, I'll have to change your mind. Eventually you will like my lips better than my fingers."
Spencer leaned downed a pressed another kiss to her lips.
"I think I already do," she mumbled into the kiss.
They walked back to the bullpen hand in hand. His fingers felt heavenly wrapped around her tiny hand, but his lips would be her favorite from now on.
If I took someone else's idea it was unintentional. I just happen to like Reid, and figured fingers would make for a good fic.
Let me know if you think I should make this a story or, a series of one shots.