The things we don't admit
[SpencerReidxReader]
It was past 2am. We had just returned from Seattle, after solving another case of a serial killer. Everyone was exhausted so they went home immediately. It was only me at the office. Or so I thought. I had just grabbed my bag heading towards the exit when I notice light coming from Reid's office. I moved closer and I saw Spencer. His face was buried in a book as most of the time. I don't think he noticed that I am here.
"Today was a long day.. Why don't you give yourself a break Mr Einstein?" I asked him making my way in front of his desk. My words forced him to look away from the pages he was so invested in. He smirked.
"I am not tired. Besides it will only take me 10 minutes to finish the rest of it. Well I still have two more to read.." He started awkwardly explaining himself. He was doing that thing with his hands again and I could feel that for some reason he was feeling nervous.
"Yeah I get it nerd, you need to finish your homework" I joked. I always called him nerd. For some reason I always liked teasing him. It was kind of our thing. He noticed from the first time I started working with the team that unlike most people I understood his silly jokes and his over detailed theories. I was a bookworm myself but I never had the abilities his mind does.
"It's not like I have somewhere to be right now... But what are you still doing here? You should be home like the others or at some bar enjoying yourself." I could see from the tone of his voice that there is a dose of true in his first sentence had. Gideon left a few months ago, his mother was in an institution in Vegas, he was feeling lonely. However he always took that as an opportunity to spend time with his friends. In this case, his books.
"It's not like I have somewhere to be either.. I had to take care of some files before I leave, do you want company?" I couldn't help myself but ask. I didn't want to go back to my apartment and besides I always enjoyed his company. Maybe a little bit more that enjoyed. I never showed it though. Spencer was nothing like the other guys I met. He is smarter than any person his age, he is shy, quiet and always tried to outsmart me which I took as a challenge. He was different.
"So you wanna stay here to spend a boring night with me? You must really hate your life" He laughed. I believe he thought it was somehow impossible for a woman to want to spend time with him instead of doing something more amusing to his opinion. But he profiled me very poorly apparently. Because at that point that's all I wanted to do.
"I really don't Dr Reid. And yes I prefer a so you call it "boring" night with you that any other stupid guy out there" Maybe I dropped the hint a bit too obviously. From the moment I met him I couldn't get him out of my head. I hoped that maybe he had already noticed. I did want to spend some time with just him not the rest of the group. Even Garcia noticed me looking at him the other day and she is convinced that I have a crush on him. Which is partially true.
"Hm.." his eyes widened in surprise. "If I knew it was that easy I wouldn't be waiting for you every day to finish work.." He confessed trying to avoid my eyes. And then it hit me. He was always working late, he never left before me. He was always catching the same elevator as me, every single time. He never said anything more than an awkward good night, I never thought he was doing it on purpose. I always thought it was a coincidence. At that point I could see that after what he said he was feeling uncomfortable, more like exposed.
I followed his example and I decided to continue playing this game of words so I can figure out what exactly is happening right now. Is it really possible that he liked me too?
"Well it would be easier if you just made an effort to spend more time with me.. at date? for example.. I wouldn't call elevator meetings a proper date.." I hinted. I can see that he is feeling more relaxed now. It's like he never expected that I would want to go on a date with him but after what I just said, his confidence was more obvious. He wasn't a master at flirting... but that's something that made me more attracted to him. He wasn't a player. He is honest and kind.
He got up from his chair and finally faced me. Now his eyes were looking at mine. I could feel my heart speeding up. He is so handsome. I was hooked there looking at him, expecting his next words.
"Is it too late to ask you now?" He asked me nervously while softly brushing his hand against mine. His touch made my body shiver. I have lost my words, all I could think of that very moment is how badly I want him to kiss me.
I pushed my fingers between his until i finally found the courage to reply. "No, Spencer, it's not too late...But you have to make up for all this time you didn't ask me.." He smiled in relief. His gaze was now at my lips. I could sense that there must be a million things crossing his mind at this point. His face moved closer to mine, our lips just a few centimeters apart. He looked me in the eyes again. "Are you sure? About this.. about me.. I can be a real pain in the ass.." he whispered. I could feel his breath against my lips. I smirked.
I took my free hand and caressed his face gently. He closed his eyes while he was feeling my touch against his skin. "Stop asking yourself things like this and start wondering while you still haven't kissed me.." I breathed out.
He brought his hands on my face, caressing my chin.. until I felt his lips touching mine. Softly, gently, like a proper gentleman. I tangled my hands in his hair, deepening the kiss. He was all over me and I was all over him. I don't know why waited this long to admit our feelings to each other. I didn't want this moment to end and neither did he. He didn't stop kissing me and neither did I. It was our moment. Just me and him. No chasing serial killers or hanging with the group for chinese or in another airplane ride. We owned that moment.
Our moment however didn't last long, eventually we had to break the kiss after a text message sound rang on both of our phones. It was Hotch. He texted that tomorrow early in the morning we should be ready to depart for Boston.
"Another serial killer is trying to delay our date apparently.." Spencer exclaimed as he read the text message.
I grabbed his hand, smiled and told him: "I can wait a little bit longer... besides you own me a chess game tomorrow on the plane.." He smiled as well. We both started moving towards the elevator.
"Do you think they will notice?" I weirdly asked. Spencer didn't seem to worry about that.
"Please, Morgan has been teasing me about asking you out ever since you came here!" He laughed knowing that our team which knew him longer than me had already figured out that Spencer liked me.
"Oh Come on! Morgan? Am I the last to know in this place or what?" I exclaimed with a playful tone pushing him a little bit to the side.
"Apparently...but now you know and that's all that matters" He put my hair behind my ear and placed a soft kiss on my lips before we both went in the elevator. That same elevator we have been taking together every night.. But tonight it was different. Because he knew and I knew. We didn't have to hide it anymore.
Hello everyone! This is my first criminal minds one shot with of course Spencer Reid as my protagonist! I hope you enjoyed it and every review is always welcome!