The Secret Social Life of Dr. Spencer Reid Chapter 9
Garcia + Shopping = Long + Exhausting . She gave everyone forceful 'suggestions' on clothes everyone should buy ranging from what she referred to as 'sexy' matching, lace underwear 'that'd drive any man wild' to a 'nice' new suit for her boss. Additionally, she made Morgan get a couple of vest tops, Reid some t-shirts and tight-fitting shirts that she demanded he wear for work, Rossi a couple of shirts and t-shirts, and Hotch some, well, a whole new wardrobe full of everything. For the girls, all of them, it included a lot of dresses – some casual or summer dresses and others suitable for dinner dates etc; new shoes which they all secretly loved; some skirts and some tops. None of them, other than Garcia, liked the skirts but they brought them anyway so that they wouldn't hurt their friends feelings. Frills, crazy patterns, sequins, that was Garcia's style and not theirs.
"I've gotta go. I'm meeting up with Lindsey for lunch in an hour. Sorry." Kathryn told the disappointed team. After mumbling apologies and some hugs she left.
"Huh." JJ mused. "I am kinda hungry and we have been shopping for…" She waited for Reid to fill in the time.
"2 hours, 37 minutes and 49 seconds." Reid informed them, glancing at his watch seemingly intrigued by the time. "How can someone actually shop for this long?"
"Awww looks like we're getting the old Reid back. How cute." The bubbly blonde stated.
"Huh." Emily started. "Is it just me or does Reid's demeanour only change when Kathryn, Lindsey or Lucas are around. When they are he's this flirty, alpha-male type but when they're not, he's the same old Reid we know and love." She began circling around him, studying him closely.
"It's not just you." Hotch answered in his same blunt tone. By this point the team were standing in the middle of the mall gawking at Spencer as though he was an alien, making him really uncomfortable.
"Guys seriously? Please stop." As much as the team enjoyed making him uncomfortable on the odd occasion, they realised that they were in middle of a mall staring at someone, which was incredibly weird and awkward.
"OK guys. Where are we on the eating thing?" JJ piped up again after the attention had been broken from the genius. She really was getting hungry and she was pretty sure it was due to being dragged around shops all day. This was definitely her workout for the day; maybe even the week.
"Ok, let's eat. I know this great place around the corner from here." Aaron told his team with a wide smile on his face. It was a smile reserved for Jack or when he was talking about the boy. He just couldn't help it, he was the father of the best little boy anyone could ask for, and he was the proudest father a child could ask for. He treasured every waking moment he had with his son, missed him whenever they were apart, but most importantly, everyday he'd make sure to tell Jack that he loved him and how much he appreciated him. "But first we should probably put the bags in the boot." Everyone instantly agreed to said statement despite not liking the idea of walking more than they already had. It was definitely the most sensible idea he's ever had – in JJ's eyes anyway.
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Kathryn had just finished unpacking all of her clothes and was in the process of making herself a much needed cup of coffee when there was a knock on the door. She stood there a little confused for a moment, contemplating who it could be. There was still 20 minutes to go before Lindsey was due to arrive and Spencer would have come home with her if he was expecting someone. She was shaken out of her thoughts by yet another annoyingly impatient knock on the door.
"What!" Kathryn asked growing increasingly irritated as she threw open the door. She had just had a 2 hour shopping trip, hadn't had any coffee at all and just when she was about to have some there was a stupid knock on the door.
"This is where Spencer Reid lives isn't it?" The woman hardly missed a beat after Kathryn's rude greeting. The woman at the door looked about the same age as Reid, naturally red hair just past her shoulders with grey/blue eyes. She sounded posh, well-educated with a good job. This was further backed up by her expensive tailored outfit, grey skirt and blazer with a chiffon white shirt – luckily she had a tank top underneath. She had leather, black 4 inch heels complete with a black bag, thin belt and just a little bit of make-up. She looked very professional and was clearly naturally beautiful. "Are you – a maid or something?" The woman raised her eyebrow in a critical motion before becoming expectant of an answer.
"Excuse me?" The brunette replied after a humourless laugh which offended the rich bitch. "Who the hell are you?" A maid. Seriously. That really annoyed her, no-one had ever spoken to her like that before and she was beginning to hate this woman, whoever she was.
"I am Nichole." She stretched out her hand but quickly retracted it once she realised that the only response she was getting was a glare. She really didn't know what she'd done to offend the woman; she asked a simple question that required a simple answer. She doesn't exactly look like she could afford a place like this clad in a pair of jeans, striped socks and a tank-top. Actually, she looked a little … slutty? The top of her bra could be seen before her top even started and her breasts must be fake, they were almost spilling out of her bra. She ought to not display herself the way she does, the top was short enough so it just reached past the top of her hips and the jeans were just below her hips. What kind of person would find it acceptable to wear such things? "Who are you?"
"My name," She began to tell the arrogant woman before giving a short pause to emphasise it. "Is Kathryn. This is where Spencer Reid lives; I am not a maid but his best friend and roommate."
"Oh. Well, er, it's nice to meet you. I am Spencer's girlfriend. Is he here?"
"No he's out. I'll let him know you stopped by and I'm sure he'll call you or something. It's been a pleasure." With that she slammed the door. She was officially furious; in fact she was pissed.
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Spencer had been home for exactly 33 minutes before his best friend burst through the door and into the kitchen, made coffee and went into her room, all without acknowledging him. After a further 15 minutes of contemplating all the things that he could have possibly done to annoy her and coming up empty he decided to ask her. He made sure to knock first before entering so he didn't give her another reason to be annoyed by him. She was lying on her bed watching re-runs of Scrubs.
"Hey. What's up?" He was treading lightly in terms of the conversation as he sat on her bed. It was kind of awkward when he was baffled by something – and it didn't happen often.
"You have an uptight rich bitch of a girlfriend who thinks it's ok to ask people if they're 'maids'. It really is fortunate you didn't tell her you had a roommate 'cos I just loved having that accusation thrown at me. I also just loved how you didn't mention her, or that it's possible that she could come here. Oh, and that you didn't tell me that she has no experience with anyone who doesn't walk, talk or dress like her. She clearly thinks she's better and more superior than me." The whole rant was sarcastic and caused Spencer to flinch because he knew he should have told her – he didn't even know why he didn't, he'd told her about all his others – but it was also because of all the insults that she'd come up with for Nichole.
"Ok. Stop. That's a little unfair." He tried to reason and he said it calmly.
"Don't start. It's your fault. You should have told her about me or vice versa. She clearly didn't like me by the look on her face. Boy is she judgemental. You are evidently either ashamed of her or of me, it was awkward and I don't like her." She shouted. They were standing opposite each other now, him backed near the bed and her near the door.
"You have no right to judge her!" He shouted back equally as agitated. He hated fighting with her; really hated it, but he had to defend Nichole, she was his girlfriend and she wasn't here to defend herself. "You're out of line. So you're complete opposites, you're not exactly the most friendly of people. Sometimes, like now for instance, you can be a complete and utter bitch! As for me not telling her about you, it's not because I'm ashamed of you, it's because I knew you would act like this! I wanted the two of you to meet under the right circumstances and not like this. You're so selfish sometimes, you only care about yourself!" If the look on her face was anything to go by he had really hurt her. At this moment though he couldn't care less. Who did she think she was ? Just because Nichole isn't like Kathryn doesn't mean she has to insult her.
Kathryn didn't reply but instead grabbed a bag and started putting her clothes and stuff she needed in it. Then she left with a slam of both the bedroom and front door. All Spencer did was stand there, he didn't even attempt to stop her or apologise. The pair had never had an argument so bad that either of them decided to pack a bag and leave. This told him three things: a) he really hurt her, b) they won't be making up anytime soon and c) everyone's gonna kill him. This is bad.