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Awkward Situations

Summary: When you and the coworker you’ve had a crush on for quite some time get put in the same hotel room on a case, it becomes hard to deny the attraction between you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader

Wordcount: 5.6 k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: typical criminal minds content, rape (mentioned), murder, panic attacks, nightmares, grief

Note: Thank you for reading! This is also available here on my ao3. Have a nice day!

“Alright everyone, we’re headed to Utah,” J.J. said as she walked in, holding an armful of files. She started tossing them down in front of each of you, stopping when she had made it around the table. She picked up the remote lying on one of the side tables and turned on the screen. You were greeted by the sight of three dead bodies, each beaten and seemingly strangled, if the ligature marks on their necks were any indication.

“Maryville, Utah, population 2,135. Three dead bodies in three weeks, all beaten and strangled with some type of rope. Each of them were abducted from different locations and kept for a week before they were killed. There was evidence of torture and rape and, as you can see,-” J.J. explained, clicking a button, “-this Unsub has a type.” The women’s I.D. photos came up on the screen, and it was immediately apparent the similarities.

“Their physical resemblance is strikingly obvious. Their hair color, eye color, age, and skin tone are all identical. Even the victims’ face shapes and bone structures are similar,” Reid cut in. Ever since you had joined the BAU, there had been an attraction between you and the genius, although both of you tried to ignore it. Still, you had had a hard time pushing down your feelings, leading to a slightly awkward relationship between the two of you.

“Could these be some sort of revenge killings? Maybe the Unsub was rejected by a woman who looked similar to these victims. He could be trying to get back at her by killing them,” Prentiss said, gesturing to the pictures on the screen.

“That would make sense. His rage at this woman probably built up over time and he finally decided to try and make her feel some of the pain that he did by killing her over and over again,” Rossi added, nodding at Emily.

“We can talk about this more on the jet. If the Unsub sticks to his pattern, we’ve only got three days to catch him, so wheels up in thirty, everyone,” Hotch interjected. You all nodded, standing up to grab your go bags. Your eyes lingered on the photos of the women for a moment before you left. You had a feeling that this case might bring up some memories of the past that you would rather not remember.

%%%

As soon as the jet landed, you and the team were off to the Sheriff’s office. A woman who looked to be in about her mid-forties walked out of the station door and walked up to Hotch.

“You the team from the FBI?” She asked, sounding tired.

“Yes, we’re with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Are you Sheriff Daniels?” Hotch replied.

“That’s me. Thanks for coming out, we’re really in desperate need of some help.” Sheriff Daniels answered, a hint of relief creeping into her tone. She seemed quite frazzled, and you wondered when she had last slept. It must have been stressful to have to deal with the first ever Maryville serial killer with a police force of about 9 people.

“Well, you’re in luck, because that’s what we’re here to do,” Rossi told her, obviously coming to the same conclusion as you.

Sheriff Daniels nodded, then turned back towards the doors. “I cleared out a corner of the building for you. I know it’s probably not what you’re used to, but it’s the best we’ve got here in Maryville.”

“All we need is a whiteboard and your files,” Morgan said, reassuring her, “then we can move forward from there.” You and the team followed her in, making a beeline for the only empty corner in the small building.

“Alright, is there anything else you need?” She asked

“No, that’s okay. I think we’re good for now. Thank you,” J.J. answered, smiling comfortingly.

“Actually, do you guys have a coffee machine?” Reid asked sheepishly.

“Yep, right over there,” she replied, nodding in the direction of the counter the machine was sitting on.

“Thanks,” he said, pursing his lips into a flat line.

“Alright, well, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, okay?” Sheriff Daniels requested. You all nodded and she walked away, each footfall seemingly taking every ounce of her energy.

“Okay, Reid, you stay here and work on the geographical profile. Morgan and Prentiss, you two go to the dump sites and see if you can find anything. Dave and I will go to the M.E. and examine the bodies. Y/L/N, you and J.J. go interview the families. See if the girls reported anyone following them or anything else suspicious,” Hotch said. You all gave some form of confirmation as your assignments were handed out, then split up.

%%%

You glanced over at J.J., looking for her approval before knocking on the door. She tilted her head slightly, and you took that as your cue to gently rap your knuckles on the door of the third victim’s family. As soon as you knocked, there was a loud clattering sound inside the house. You and J.J. exchanged a look, but before you could do anything else, the door opened.

It revealed an older woman, in perhaps her late-forties to early-fifties. She had short bron hair with small streaks of gray, and her eyes were puffy and red. You assumed she was the mother of the victim.

“Hello, we’re Agents Jareau and Y/L/N from the FBI. We’re here to investigate the murder of Lauren Thompson. Are you her mother?” You said, holding up your credentials for the woman to see.

“FBI?” She asked, confused. The longer you looked at her, the more apparent it was that she was devastated about Lauren’s death. Her hair was greasy, and her cheeks looked almost as if they had been rubbed raw. Her eyes were red and puffy, and it was obvious she had been doing little else but crying over the past few days.

“Yes ma’am, we’re here to find Lauren’s killer. Did you know her?” J.J. asked, noticing the woman’s appearance too.

“Yes, I’m-” she stopped for a moment, and her face crumpled. “I was Lauren’s mother.”

“Is it okay if we ask you a few questions about her? We know that losing someone is hard, and you may not want to talk about her, but it could really help us find her killer,” You said, trying to comfort her and accomplish your goals at the same time.

“It’ll help find the man who did this to her?” Mrs. Thompson asked. You and J.J. nodded, both of your faces showing that you were sincere. “Then of course I’ll help you.”

%%%

“So, to start, was there anything outwardly exceptional about Lauren? Anything that would have made her stand out from the crowd?” You asked, trying to ease Mrs. Thompson into the interview.

She had let you and J.J. in and shown you to the living room. After a few minutes of her insisting on bringing you water and setting out a plate of slightly stale muffins, she had finally sat down. Her nerves were apparent in the way that she hadn’t sat still the entire time you had been in her house, but you figured that it was understandable. She had just been through an unimaginable tragedy, and now she was being questioned by two people she had never met before.

“No, no, Lauren was completely normal. At least, from the outside. I mean, she was beautiful, but nothing that made people really notice her.” At this, Mrs. Thompson paused. “Her real extraordinary trait was her personality. She was the sweetest girl you ever met. Always had a kind word or a smile for anyone who needed it. I like to think that she’s doing the same in Heaven now, helping the angels comfort the people who need it.” Her eyes started tearing up, and she looked off into the distance.

“She sounds wonderful,” J.J. said, reaching a hand across the coffee table and laying it on Mrs. Thompson’s.

“She really was.”

“Is there anything else you can tell us about her? Did she have a routine, or events that she regularly attended?” You asked, trying to be as gentle as possible.

“Nothing other than her classes. She loved school, never missed a class. Did you know she was studying to be a teacher? She wanted to teach second grade.” Mrs. Thompson answered. She had a small, mournful smile on her face.

“What college did she go to?” You asked, an idea brewing.

“Maryville Community College. It’s where most of the kids here end up going. She could have gone to a better schools if she wanted to, but she wanted to stay local. Said that she loved it here too much to leave.” You and J.J. looked at each other as she came to the same conclusion you had.

“Thank you, that’s really helpful. Now, we’ve only got one question left, you’re doing a great job. Do you need to take a break?” J.J. said, smiling softly at her.

“No, I can do it,” Mrs. Thompson said firmly.

“Okay. In the weeks leading up to her abduction, did Lauren mention anything new or weird? Maybe feeling like she was being followed, or a new man coming into her life? IT doesn’t even have to be anything overly suspicious, maybe just a new activity she had started.” You asked, trying to put it delicately.

“Maybe? She mentioned something about a new class, but that’s the only thing I can think of that was new in her life. Does that help at all?”

“Yes, that’s very helpful. Thank you,” J.J. answered.

“We’re going to go talk with our team, we’ll let you know as soon as anything changes, okay?” You said, looking at Mrs. Thompson

“Thank you,” she replied, misty-eyed. You and J.J. walked out, and you pulled your phone out.

“I’ll call Hotch and let him know,” You said to J.J., already dialing the number. She nodded, and the phone began to ring.

“Hotch? I think we’ve got a connection between the victims.”

%%%

Back at the Sheriff’s department, you and the rest of the team reconvened next to the whiteboard.

“So, what’s everyone found?” Rossi asked, addressing the group.

“None of the dump sites were secluded. He wanted them to be seen,” Morgan said.

“That fits with the posing of the bodies. He wanted them humiliated, even after they were dead,” Hotch continued.

“This Unsub has to be local. According to the geographical profile, he only hunts within the town limits, and his knowledge of the area suggests that he’s lived here for quite a while,” Reid said, pointing to the maps he had spread out across the table.

“He also has the ability to blend into the community. None of the victim’s families mentioned the girls meeting anyone suspicious before their deaths,” J.J. added.

“I think he has some sort of connection to the Maryville Community College. All of the victims attended classes there, and Garcia’s looking into whether they shared any classes,” You stated.

“You think he may be a student?” Hotch asked.

“Maybe. But it could also be that he was a student at the time of the rejection, and now is an employee. I’m not sure what his exact role could be on campus, but that could be how he met all the victims,” You replied.

“Okay, I think that’s good for today. We’ll let Garcia work and come back fresh tomorrow,” Hotch said. The rest of the team nodded and started following him out the door.

%%%

“Alright, so, we’ve got four open rooms,” The receptionist at the Maryville Inn said.

“Four?” Emily asked, sounding surprised.

“We’re not a very big town. We’ve only got five rooms in total, and one is already occupied. It’s the best I can do,” She answered, picking at her nails.

“Okay, thank you for your help,” Hotch answered, handing over his card and gesturing for the rest of you to go into the lobby. A few moments later, after the rooms were paid for, Hotch rejoined you.

“So, who’s sleeping in which room?” Emily asked the group.

“I am not sleeping with Reid,” Morgan stated quickly.

“What?! What’s so bad about sleeping with me?” Reid said, shocked.

“You go on your rants about how many germs are in the average hotel room and it grosses me out, man!” Morgan replied, wiggling his fingers as if to illustrate his disgust.

“Well I call not sleeping with Morgan,” You interjected. Morgan’s jaw dropped in mock-shock.

“Sorry, but you snore,” You continued, causing him to tilt his head even more dramatically.

“Well, if that’s how you really feel,” he said, feigning offense. It was silent for a moment, then you both chuckled.

“Alright, so, Emily and J.J. in one room, me and Dave in another, Morgan by himself, and Reid and Y/L/N in the last. Does that sound good to everyone?” Hotch asked, looking around the group. Everyone nodded, but when you realized that you would be sleeping in the same room as Reid, you felt the butterflies start up in your stomach. He looked at you and your eyes met. He quickly looked away, but that single connection had sent up a flurry of nerves.

“Okay, get some sleep everyone. We’ll meet back at the station at eight o’clock.” Hotch said, standing up. Everyone else stood and started walking towards their assigned rooms.

%%%

Oh no.

“I thought there were supposed to be two beds,” Reid said, confused.

“I can take the couch if you want,” You said, trying not to think about sleeping in the same bed as him.

“No, no, that’s okay. I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed,” he said hurriedly, trying to be polite.

“No, I insist, it’s fine. I’ll take the couch.”

“No, I insist. You take the bed.” Why is he so polite? You thought exasperatedly before giving up.

“Why don’t we both just take the bed? It’s big enough, and I don’t think either one of us is going to win this argument,” You suggested without thinking. His ears turned red, but you could see him considering it.

“Only if you’re okay with that,” He finally said, looking at you for confirmation.

“Yeah, I’m good with it.” You replied. He smiled at you with closed lips, then picked up his bag.

“I’m going to unpack,” He said simply, walking over to the chest of drawers in the far corner.

“I’ll take a shower,” You said, wanting to avoid the awkward situation. You quickly walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. Once you were sure you were alone, you let out a breath. You can do this. It’s just for a night or two. It’ll be fine. You thought, before taking off your clothes and getting into the shower. You showered quickly, scrubbing the sweat and stress of the day away. By the time you had finished your hair you felt much better. You got out and toweled off, relishing the feeling of being clean.

Reality came crashing back down when you realised that you had forgotten to bring clothes into the bathroom with you. Which meant that you would have to go back out into the hotel room. The hotel room that Spencer was also in. In nothing but a towel. After a few moments of quiet panic, you decided to just take the plunge.

“Hey, uh, Spencer? I’m coming out.” You said hesitantly. After a few moments, you opened the door, hoping you could just get in and out quickly. Unfortunately, it seemed the universe wanted to embarrass you. As soon as you opened the door, Spencer turned around and looked at you. His cheeks and ears went red almost immediately, and you felt your own face start to heat up.

“I forgot to bring any clothes in with me, I’ve just gotta grab my pajamas,” You said, quickly walking over to your bag of clothes. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of you. While you dug through the pile of clothes, your face burned. You couldn’t tell if he was still looking at you, and you felt like you just wanted to disappear.

You soon found your pajamas, grabbing them quickly and disappearing into the bathroom again. As you shut the door, you caught a glimpse of Spencer. He was facing away from you, but you could still tell that his face was red.

“Whyyyyyyyy?” You groaned quietly to yourself, pulling on your clothes. You didn’t want to leave the bathroom, but you decided that giving a quick apology and then pretending it never happened was the better option. So, you steeled your nerves and opened the door again.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” You said to him, embarrassed.

“It’s fine,” He replied, his voice a notch higher than usual. He turned to face you, and you could see that he was still blushing slightly.

“Okay, well…” You trailed off awkwardly, unsure what to say.

“Yeah,” He answered, and you both went back to what you were doing. You walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth before bed while he finished up putting away his clothes. Once you came out, he grabbed his pajamas and went into the bathroom. A moment later, the shower started and you relaxed. You decided that, rather than face him again, you would just go to sleep.

You turned off the lights and got into the bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day crash down onto you. You let out a contented sigh, relaxing into the sheets and closing your eyes. You dimly heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door open, and you just barely felt Spencer lay down next to you before you fell fast asleep.

%%%

When you woke up, your head was tucked into Spencer’s chest, and his arms were around you. You blinked drowsily, trying to comprehend what the warm pressure on your face was, before you realised what had happened. You must have moved closer together in your sleep, and somehow, you had ended up in each other’s arms. Just as you came to this conclusion, you saw his eyes open, and for a moment, he seemed relaxed, happy almost. Then, he too realized the full extent of the situation.

You both backed away from each other at the same time, faces starting to burn. It seemed as if you couldn’t be near each other without someone blushing anymore.

“I-I’m so sorry-”

“I didn’t mean-”

You both stopped, looking at each other.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I-” Spencer started.

“You didn’t. It’s okay,” You cut him off. He froze for a moment, and he got an imperceptible look in his eye.

“O-okay then,” he finally said, after a moment of silence. You both looked at each other for a moment, before you noticed the time.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, climbing out of the bed as fast as you could.

“What? What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, extremely concerned.

“It’s 7:45,” You said, frantically digging through your go bag and choosing your clothes for the day. He didn’t even take the time to respond, just jumped up and raced over to the dresser, pulling out his own clothes.

You both rushed around, getting dressed and ready for the day. Once you were ready, you hurried out of the room, grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl in the lobby, and got in a car.

%%%

“You just made it,” J.J. said, after you had asked if you were late.

“Great, I accidentally overslept this morning,” You replied, quite relieved. You both walked over to your designated corner of the room, joining the rest of the group.

Before any discussion of the case could start, Morgan’s phone began ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, looked at the caller I.D., then mouthed ‘Garcia’ and picked up.

“Hey, so, all the girls went to Maryville Community, right?” She asked, before anyone could say anything to her.

“Yeah, that’s right,” You answered.

“Well, they were all taking different classes, but it seemed they all had an interest in english-based careers. It’s the one subject they all shared. They didn’t have any classes together, but in a college as small as this, many of the professors teach multiple different subjects, and a lot of the students overlap with each other. There are about twenty men who fit the profile that overlap with all the victims.” Garcia explained.

“Good work, Garcia. Send over the list and we’ll start narrowing it down,” Hotch said.

“They’re coming to you now, friends,” Garcia replied, before hanging up the phone. After a few minutes, J.J. came in with a stack of files, each containing information on a different suspect.

“Morgan, you can go interview the professors who aren’t on this list. They might be able to point us in the right direction. Reid, you and Y/L/N go interview some of the students, see if they’ve heard anyone talking about getting revenge or paying someone back for rejecting him. The rest of us will stay here and go over the list,” Hotch said, picking up one of the files.

You and Reid looked at each other, silently agreeing to just ignore the events of the previous night and that morning. You both nodded at Hotch, then walked out to the front of the building. The drive to the college passed in silence, neither of you knowing how to start a conversation. By the time you got there, the air inside the car was so tense you felt like you were having a hard time breathing.

Eventually, you reached your destination, quickly walking over toward your first stop on the campus. You had decided to talk to as many of the male students as possible, because they would probably be the ones who heard the brunt of the Unsub’s complaining. You walked up to the first group of guys, Reid trailing close behind you, and opened your mouth to speak.

%%%

“Hotch, we got nothing,” You said, talking into your phone. The interview had taken up the majority of the day, and there had still been nothing useful. Every student that you had talked to had said the same exact thing. Apparently, there were a lot of disgruntled and rejected twenty-something men on Maryville’s campus.

“Alright, well, if you don’t think there’s anything worthwhile there, come back to the station and you can help us with Garcia’s list.” Hotch replied, sounding tired. You could just imagine him rubbing his temples as he said it.

“Okay, we’re on our way,” You said, hanging up the phone. You and Reid got back into the car and went back to the station, still silent, but more relaxed than before. You had got into a rhythm together while questioning the students, and it was much easier to be relaxed around each other when you had work to focus on.

By the time you got back to the station, there were two piles on the table. One was only a few files tall, while the other had almost all of the files you had seen that morning.

“These are the suspects we’ve eliminated,” Emily said, pointing to the small stack.

“How are there 15 versions of the same person at this school? It seems like it should be impossible,” J.J. said to herself, exasperated.

“We’ve only got three left to go through. Why don’t you two see what you can find.” Rossi handed you each a file, and Spencer opened his immediately. He started reading, flipping through pages quickly and efficiently. You sat down, opening the file and beginning to read.

%%%

“Alright everyone, I think that’s enough for tonight. We’re not getting anywhere with this, and we can try a different approach in the morning. Go get some sleep,” Hotch said, putting down his file. It was about midnight, you had just yawned for the fifth time in as many minutes, and the rest of the team wasn’t much better. Reid could barely keep his eyes open, despite the copious amounts of coffee he had consumed, and Emily had actually fallen asleep for a moment. Even Hotch had yawned once or twice.

You stood up, the rest of the team doing the same. Everyone slowly made their way to two of the cars with Hotch and Rossi, who were the least tired, driving. The drive was short, and passed in silence, with most everyone too worn out to talk.

By the time you and Spencer made it to your room, you were both too tired to do much else than brush your teeth and go straight to bed. You both laid down in the bed, exchanging a polite “Goodnight”, and falling asleep.

%%%

Dark. Pain. Trapped.

“Please,” you hear yourself say, begging into the darkness, “Don’t”. The darkness cannot hear you. It does not listen. You see a silhouette emerge, and know that you have lost.

You shot up in the bed, soaked with sweat. You felt your chest tighten, and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. You looked around wildly, trying to place your surroundings. You didn’t recognize where you were, which only made breathing harder.

“Y/N?” Spencer said drowsily, sounding confused. You didn’t, or couldn’t, respond, and his eyes opened. He saw you, your wide eyes and tense shoulders, and knew that something had gone wrong.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worried.

“C-can’t,” You started, clutching at your chest.

“Okay, that’s okay. I think you’re having a panic attack,” Spencer said, frantically trying to think of how to help.

“Do you think you can talk?” He asked, a plan forming.

“Y- yes,” You gasped out.

“Okay, good, you’re doing great. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Light. Please.”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.” He reached over and turned on the lamp, illuminating the previously pitch-black room. “Is that better?”

“Yes,” You answered, feeling better now that you could see your surroundings.

“Okay, good. What I need you to do right now is breathe, okay? Just try and slow down your breathing.”

“I can’t.” You said, gasping.

“Yes, you can. I know you can,” He said, gently placing his hand on your back. You slowly tried to take a deep breath, feeling his hand start moving in calming circles across your back. After a few minutes, you were able to take a normal breath without feeling like your lungs were collapsing onto themselves.

“Good job, you’re doing great Y/N,” He said, and you realized that he had been talking to you softly for a while. You sat there for a moment, breathing and listening, slowly relaxing with each passing second. Eventually, you felt good enough to speak.

“Thank you,” You said simply, turning to look at Spencer.

“Oh, uh, of course. Is there anything else I can do?” He asked, still seeming concerned.

“Don’t let go of me,” You said, needing the grounding feeling of his hands on you.

“Okay,” He replied, taking one of your hands in his own. You sat together like that for a while, the last vestiges of panic slowly leaving your body. Eventually, you felt your eyes begin to droop, and Spencer noticed.

“Are you ready to go to sleep?” He asked gently.

“I think so,” You replied. He nodded, and you both laid back down. You weren’t willing to give up the physical contact yet, s you laid your head on Spencer’s chest and closed your eyes. You hadn’t realised how tired you had become, but as you sunk into the mattress, your body suddenly felt ten times heavier. With Spencer’s arms around you, you felt completely safe, and you soon fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

%%%

This time, when you woke up, you felt completely content. Despite the rude awakening last night, Spencer’s words and actions had comforted you, lulling you into a calm sense of security. You scooted closer to him, relishing the warmth and contact. You heard him laugh quietly, and your eyes flew open. He was watching you affectionately, smiling softly.

“How long have you been awake?” You asked, not moving away.

“Only a few minutes. I didn’t want to disturb you,” He replied.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said, a warm feeling growing in your chest.

“I know. But I wanted to,” He answered. There was a moment of silence, both of you just watching the other. Slowly, your gaze slid down toward his lips. You noticed his do the same. You stayed there for a moment, frozen, not wanting to ruin the moment. He slowly leaned forward, bringing his face closer to yours.

“May I?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yes,” You whispered, and closed your eyes. A moment later you felt his lips on yours, testing. The kiss was short and light, but better than you had ever imagined. He pulled away, and you both looked at each other, wanting more. You moved up, pressing your lips onto his. This kiss was longer, slower, deeper. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, and you gasped lightly. You both laid back onto the pillows, not breaking your connection.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You both jumped, and your lips broke apart.

“We’ve got him! Come on!” Emily yelled through the door, trying to rouse you.

“Hold on! We’re coming!” You yelled back, getting out of the bed. Again, you were rushing to get ready. There was no time for you and Spencer to talk about what had just happened between you, and soon, you were driving to the Unsub’s house.

You quickly reached it, seeing one of your team’s cars already there. You jumped out of the car, drawing your gun.

“You ready?” You asked Spencer. He nodded, and you both started walking forward.

%%%

Later, you and the rest of the team were packing up at the station.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you guys. You’ve helped a lot of people,” Sheriff Daniels said. She seemed very relieved that the killer had been caught, and you could tell she was looking forward to getting a good night’s sleep again.

“Of course. It’s what we do,” J.J. said, nodding at the Sheriff. She smiled, then walked away, leaving you to pack up.

%%%

“Hi, Mrs. Thompson? This is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m one of the Agents that came to talk to you about your daughter. I just wanted to let you know that we caught the man who killed your daughter,” You said into your phone. You heard a gasp on the other line, and the faint sound of silverware clattering onto tile.

“Mrs. Thompson? Are you okay?” You asked, suddenly concerned.

“Thank you,” She breathed, voice choked with emotion, “Thank you.” You breathed a sigh of relief before continuing.

“Of course, Mrs. Thompson. If you need anything, you can call me at this number, okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Okay. Goodbye, Mrs. Thompson.” You went to hang up the phone, but she suddenly started talking again.

“Wait, Wait! Agent Y/L/N? What’s going to happen to this man?” She asked, very concerned.

“He’s going to jail for a very long time, Mrs. Thompson,” You replied, trying to assuage her fears.

“Good,” She paused, then continued, “Thank you so much, for everything.”

“Of course, Mrs. Thompson.” You hung up this time, feeling good about being able to give the families some closure. Even though she would never get her daughter back, at least she knew that her daughter’s killer would never hurt anyone else.

“Y/N! You coming?” Morgan shouted, sticking his head out of the door of the jet.

“Yep!” You shouted back, putting your phone into your bag. You moved over to the stairs, walking up and into the jet.

%%%

Just as you had been the last to board the plane, you were also the last to leave. You walked quickly down the stairs, eager to go back to your own home and process the events of the day. As you reached the bottom, you noticed that, unlike the rest of the team, Spencer was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He looked nervous, wringing his hands and lightly rocking from side to side.

“What’s up?” You asked him, noting his restlessness.

“Can we, uh, talk?” He asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, sure,” You said, uncertainly. What if he regretted the kiss? You both walked away form the jet and the rest of the team, over to a slightly more secluded area of the airstrip.

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked, your anxiety growing by the second.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out sometime?” Spencer asked, fidgeting with his hands. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad he wasn’t upset at you. Then, the reality of what he had just asked sank in. Your face broke into a smile, and you laughed softly.

“Yes, I would like to go out with you sometime,” You replied. His face broke into a smile and all of his nervous energy seemed to dissipate at once.

“Does dinner the day after tomorrow sound good?” You asked, already making a mental plan of where you would eat and what you would wear.

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Uhm, goodnight then,” He said, turning to walk away.

“Wait!” You exclaimed quietly, quickly checking to make sure no one could see you. Once you were sure that none of your team members would see, you gently put your hands around his neck and pulled him down, bringing his lips to yours.

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