Foxtrot Whiskey Bravo

by Kuria Dalmatia

Reid's self-sufficient in his own way, and while his social awkwardness can be a source of amusement, Elle knows that he can use his intellect to ruthlessly cow someone into submission. NOTE: Multi-chapter one shot.

7. Chapter 7

TITLE: Foxtrot Whiskey Bravo

AUTHOR: Kuria Dalmatia

PAIRING: Reid/Elle

RATING: FRM/R

See Chapter 1 disclaimers, author's notes, etc.

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Technically, he slept with Elle, not that Spencer would ever tell anyone.

It's the first decent three hours of sleep he's had in months. Spencer wonders if it's the same for Elle. He knows she won't talk about it. He knows she'll never acknowledge that she came over to his place at two in the morning. He's used to being "the Secret" and, honestly, he doesn't mind. It's just easier that way.

It's not the first time Spencer has shared his bed with someone platonically, but it's the first time he's done it with a coworker. The morning isn't as awkward as he's expecting. Maybe it's because he hasn't had enough caffeine for his nervousness to kick in yet.

One thing about being in the BAU: one always has a spare set of work clothes stashed in one's car. While Elle goes down to her car for her bag, Spencer cleans up and makes sure the bathroom is ready for her. While she's getting ready, he makes a half pot of coffee and splits it b between two travel mugs. The one for her is plain, stainless steel. His has "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra" painted on the side, and it never fails to make Morgan shake his head, say that he doesn't want to know what it means, and then call him a geek. Spencer's tempted to use the one that says, "It's hard to work well in a group when you're Omnipotent", but decides it sounds far too arrogant.

She exits his bedroom, go bag over one shoulder. After her third month at the BAU, she switched from a holster on her hip to a shoulder harness for her gun. Spencer's been meaning to ask why, because most agents don't change their weapon or their holster without a damn good reason. He just doesn't have the nerve.

Elle walks up to him, spies the coffee mugs and grins. She then steps forward and envelopes him in a hard hug. He barely hears the "Thank you" she murmurs against his chest, and while he's never too keen on sharing personal space, he returns the hug and echoes her sentiment.

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