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"The Sean Hotchner effect" (Spencer Reid / Reader)

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Requested: Yes

Summary: Spencer is jealous 'cos reader (and the rest of the female team) thinks Hotchner's younger brother is hot.

Warnings: Cursing

Category: Fluff

Word count: 4,5K

A/N: I can' believe I actually wrote a fic! I've been so busy taking care of my grandparents I've just been updating DIWK, 'cos those chapters were long written and edited. Hope you all enjoy this little story, I'll bring you a more next week, hopefully! send you all my love!! be safe babes!

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Working at the BAU, the team was used to seeing the worst of human behavior. Murder scenes, abuse, psychopath, you name it.

That's why seeing the apparition that walked into the bullpen that morning was such a big shock for us, the team's females.

- "What are you doing out of your bunker?"- Elle asked Penelope, who was standing next to my desk. I whipped my head, surprised to see Garcia there, out of the blue, not even looking at us. Instead, her eyes were fixated on someone who wasn't Derek.

- "I was on my way to file the things that I... file?"- Garcia made a pause as Elle and I slowly turned and looked at the guy our tech analyst couldn't stop staring at.

He was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, perfect smile. The kind of guy that could definitely get every girl's attention. We didn't get many of those at the BAU that often, except, of course, for Dr. Spencer Reid. My best friend was hands down the hottest agent in the whole FBI, and I enjoyed having him near. But this guy was completely different.

- "Who is that?"- Elle asked and stood by our side.

- "The Future Mr. Garcia,"- Penelope whispered as the tall young man walked over us and cut us one flirtatious smile. I couldn't help it and returned the smile.

- "Hi"- I smiled and waved- "How can I help you?"

- "Hey. I'm..."

- "Sean!"- Derek Worst time ever Morgan ruined the whole moment as he walked over and took that hot guy away from us. Now at least we knew his name was Sean.

- "You must be looking for your brother."- Morgan said and tapped on his back.

- "Yeah."

- "Right this way"- and that's how that apparition was gone from our lives and directed straight to... Aaron Hotchner's office?

- "Brother as in?"- Elle asked and turned to us, confused- "That's Hotch's brother?!"

- "Maybe Hotch is adopted,"- Garcia whispered, not taking her eyes from Sean until he disappeared behind the door.

- "I feel scammed. We didn't get the hot brother"- I sighed and shook my head- "Well, I might have never solved a case with that smile around the bullpen"- Elle and Penelope giggled, but someone coughed behind my back, and immediately, I knew who he was.

- "Who are you guys talking about?"

Spence Walter Reid was standing right behind my back, and the look in his eyes wasn't as sweet and friendly as I was already used to. He was upset. I just didn't know why.

- "No one"- I lied and looked away.

- "Who were you all staring at?"- Reid asked. I quickly returned to my desk (right in front of his), grabbed a few files, and pretended to be working.

- "Aaron's brother"- Elle explained- "Apparently, we got the wrong Hotchner."

- "Sean?"- Spencer frowned and looked at us- "He just got into Georgetown law school. Maybe he came to pick up his brother to celebrate."

- "Who is gonna celebrate?"- JJ walked over, holding a bunch of folders, and looked at us.

- "Hotch and my future husband"- Garcia sighed and kept looking over at Aaron's door.

- "Sean, Hotch's brother is here, and believe me, he looks nothing like his brother."

Elle smiled and moved a chair across from her desk to make sure she had the best seat in the room to see Sean when he walked out. I shook my head as Elle winked at me.

- "Stop pretending you didn't see him, (Y/N). You were the one who talked to him."

I swear, I could feel Spencer's eyes on me, burning my skin. I slowly turned around and looked at him with a small, innocent smile. But all I got in return was a stern look.

- "I just... wanted to... help him"- I tried to excuse myself, but Elle laughed, and Garcia followed.

- "Sure, babe. He looked like he was hopelessly lost in the BAU. He needed your help to find his brother."- I don't know why Elle was acting like that, but she made sure Spencer would be even more upset than he already was.

- "Stop it! I just asked if he needed any help."

- "Oh! and you would have given him a hand with anything he needed, wouldn't you?"- Elle chuckled and winked again.

- "Oh sweet Jesus, I would. All he has to do is ask, and he..."- Penelope got carried away in second, and she only paused her words when Hotch's door slammed open, and we all looked at Sean storming out of the office.

- "That's Hotch's brother?"- JJ asked, surprised. Elle nodded and literally bit her lips as she stared at him, walking over. Penelope barely even blinked, and I made my best not to make eye contact with him. Instead, I looked at Reid. And he locked eyes in mine, but again, his look was cold.

- "I don't see it"- JJ stared at Sean as he clearly argued with Hotch. I stayed still, sitting behind my desk, looking at the files.

- "You know what?! Don't profile me, Aaron!"- Sean yelled, and I could only imagine Penelope's crush growing bigger with each word that came from his mouth.

- "Now I see it!"- JJ followed Sean with her eyes as he rushed out of the BAU.

- "I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you walk away."- Penelope whispered, and we all giggled.

- "Do you think Hotch is hiding that ass?"- Elle asked, and I couldn't hold the laughter.

- "I didn't want to think of that!"

- "Oh please!! (Y/N) stop being such a goodie-goodie!!"- Elle smacked my arm and shook her head- "You stared at his ass. Deal with it. You are single! You don't have to pretend you don't see a hot guy when you see one."

- "I saw him. He was cute. I'm just... not... that... affected...."

- "You don't have to pretend,"- Spencer said suddenly and raised an eyebrow- "Your body language indicates that you are nervous. You are blinking rapidly, our pupils are dilated, and you've been bouncing your knees since you sat down. Obviously, Hotch's brother affected you."

I opened my mouth to answer, but Hotch himself interrupted us and announced we had a case. Spencer just kept his eyes on mine for a few more seconds before walking away quickly to the conference room.

- "Looks like pretty boy is jealous,"- Elle teased and stood up too- "I don't know why if he ain't your boyfriend."

- "I know he ain't my boyfriend, and I'm sure he is not jealous. You are all just acting like school girls around a hot guy."- I tried to argue as I stood up and followed them to the conference room.

- "Oh honey, when you see a guy like that, you just can't help it."- Garcia smiled and sighed- "He was the sugar that got me going for the rest of the day."

- "It's only nine am."- JJ added, and Garcia just sighed.

- "That's how good it was."

The case was in Terra Mesa, New Mexico. A clearly angry Hotch announced wheels up in thirty, and we all headed back to our desk to gather our things.

- "Hey, I brought you back your copy of The Illustrated Man"- I walked to Spencer and handed him over his book- "Maybe after the case, we can get a coffee and talk about it."

- "Maybe not"- he grabbed it from my hands and put it on his satchel.

- "Why not?"

- "I don't feel like it."- Spencer avoided looking at me. He just closed his bag and walked away from me.

- "Hey! What did I do?"- I asked him and followed him, but he didn't even look at me.

- "Spencer, I'm talking to you!"

- "And as you can notice, I don't wanna talk to you."

His answer stopped me in my tracks and left me speechless. Spencer got into the elevator and pushed the button to close the door as fast as possible.

He had never acted like that with me. He had never talked to me like that. Shit! He had never been an asshole with me before. I had seen Reid being a jerk with people when he is mad, but he had never been like that with me. And all that just 'cos me, and the girls were a little unprofessional?

Apparently, Spencer was furious with me because during the whole investigation, he kept avoiding me. Of course, it didn't help that Hotch paired me with Reid and Morgan to talk to a young girl who had been abducted from the crime scene.

- "So, pretty girl, I saw you yesterday. Your eyes were shining when you talked to Sean"- Morgan started teasing me the second we got into the SUV.

- "I don't know what you are talking about."- I whispered and looked outside.

- "Oh please, you, Garcia, JJ, even Elle, the four girls were drooling over Hotchner's younger brother."

- "That's not true"- I denied right away- "We were all surprised. I had no idea Hotch had a brother."

And Spencer just snorted at my words.

- "What?"- I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting at the back seat, alone, arms crossed on his chest, avoiding eye contact.

- "Maybe you should stop talking about Hotch's hot brother and focus on the case."- his voice was cold and distant. I tried to read him, but all I could see was anger.

- "Ok, kid."- Morgan chuckled and shook his head - "No need to get all defensive."

- "I'm not defensive. I'm just saying we have to solve a case. People are dead, and you are still rambling about how hot Hotchner's brother is. We are not a fucking gossip show. Enough with it already."

I widened my eyes as I stared at him, bitter and angry. Not really a good combo. Spencer is one passive-aggressive asshole when he is mad, and you don't want to deal with him under those circumstances. Believe me.

But Derek just laughed and continued driving. He winked at me and pretended Spencer hadn't said anything hurtful or even evil. But, to be honest, Morgan looked composed and even amused. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was actually enjoying that awkward ride.

I wish I could tell you that was all Spencer did that day, but no. He actually exceeded himself in the art of being an asshole.

- "We are looking for a cult leader."- Reid started giving the profile to the police department- "Typically men between the age of 25 and 35"- he made a pause and looked at me.

- "What?"- I whispered, thinking maybe he wanted me to continue talking.

- "Nothing. I thought you were going to start giggling or sighing."- Elle and Morgan looked surprised as Gideon frowned, not getting Reid's comment.

- "Over a sociopath underachiever with an extremely abusive childhood?"- I asked him, as I continued describing the profile- "Why would I?"

- "I don't know."- he shrugged and continued walking around the office -"I thought after yesterday, it was going to be your usual behavior around men that age."

- "Reid"- Hotch's voice was cold and severe. Spencer looked at him and turned around to find an empty seat. Aaron continued giving the profile, and I turned to my best friend, enraged. I wasn't going to tolerate that passive-aggressive attitude.

- "Fuck you."- I mouthed and stared straight into his eyes.

Avoiding and ignoring Reid was a challenging task to achieve. Hotch was nice and wise enough to keep us apart for the rest of the day, but that didn't stop him from staring. And his eyes burned my skin each time we were together in the same room.

I made my best effort and avoided looking at him the whole time. But I felt him staring. And though I was honestly mad at him now, a part of me just wondered what on earth was he so upset about?

I found out the whole truth later that night, back at the hotel. I was already in bed, trying to forget about the case, 'cos it had already been solved, and we were supposed to go back home early the following day.

I was alone, 'cos my roommate Elle was in the hotel bar with JJ and Morgan. I didn't feel like going. I just wanted my pajamas and do nothing.

Fine, that's not what I wanted to do. I wanted to be with Reid, talking about The Illustrated man, or any other book, drinking coffee, making jokes, laughing.

But he was mad at me, and now I was mad at him too, which meant things weren't going to be smooth between us in a long while. We had only fought once before until that day. It happened when we first became friends, and we argued over some random Star Wars fact. He didn't admit he was wrong, and when I showed him I was right, he got all defensive and refused to talk to me for a whole week.

Of course, this time, it was going to be a hundred times worse.

I debated whether I should or shouldn't call Reid and yell at him when I heard someone knocking on my door. Of course, I thought it was Elle, so I dragged my weary body from the bed, arguing I had explicitly told her she had to bring her key when she left the room.

But no. It wasn't Elle. In the hall, looking like shit, I found Doctor Spencer Walter Reid.

It wasn't a good sign the way my heart skipped a beat the second I saw him. It didn't get any better when the two of us just stared at each other in silence for a moment, and I felt my whole body tremble only by his presence. I couldn't control it even if I wanted to. I loved him, and it was getting too hard to hide.

- "What are you doing here?"- I made sure my voice was as upset as possible and even made an extra effort to furrow my brows as I stared into his eyes. His look had softened, and you could tell he was nervous. He scratched his hair and fixed his nerdy glasses before speaking.

- "I needed... I wanted... I want to talk to you."- Spencer finally said and sighed, looking at me.

- "Why would I want to talk to you after you humiliated me in front of the whole police department?"

I spat each word and tried to slam the door on his face, but he stopped me before succeeding.

- "Wait, please, (Y/N)"- he pushed the door open and followed me inside the room.

- "Get out, Reid!"- I argued immediately, but he didn't listen. He actually closed the door behind his back and stood behind me. I refused to look at him, 'cos I knew what would happen if I did: I would forgive him too quickly.

- "(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I know I was an asshole. I didn't mean it. I was completely out of place."

Spencer literally vomited his speech in less than three seconds and stayed wordless and silent afterward. I crossed my arms on my chest and stayed still. I really didn't want to talk to him.

- "I'm sorry"- his voice was now a tiny whisper that somehow got inside my heart, melting the fortress I kept building against him.

- "Why did you do it?"- I asked the most straightforward question, but he didn't answer. Spencer stayed quiet for at least two minutes. So I turned around and faced him. His eyes were red, and he was fighting the tears back.

- "Why did you humiliate me, Spencer?"

- "I didn't mean to."

- "So? I don't care what you meant. You did it anyway. You fucking humiliated me in front of the team and in front of the whole police office, and why? 'Cos you were mad at me for being unprofessional? Excuse me, but I think what you did lacked more professionalism than anything I had ever done."

I knew it was a mistake. I knew I didn't have to look at Spencer while I spoke. But I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to cry either, but I was already too upset and way too tired, so the tears started falling down my cheeks. And his followed quickly.

- "I'm so sorry,"- he repeated and bit his lips, staring at me.

- "Why did you do it, Spencer?"- I asked him again, 'cos I still didn't know why he had hurt me so deeply.

- "I was wrong..."

- "Why did you do it?"

I asked for the third time, and my eyes got lost in his. Spencer was holding his breath and debating himself. I could almost hear his thoughts, 'cos it was clear he was overthinking everything going on inside his head.

But he didn't say anything. Spencer just wiped off a few tears that rolled down his cheeks and shook his head. The silence in the room was overwhelming, and all I managed to do was to sigh, disappointed and broken-hearted, and walk to the door and open it. I only wanted him to leave, but he didn't even move. He just looked at me, clenching his jaw, fighting the tears back.

- "I did it because I am in love with you."

Spencer whispered in the most anticlimactic way possible. I frowned, confused, as he didn't even move. I stared at his gestures, his face blood-red in a weird mix of embarrassment and anger.

- "I love you so much it's driving me insane, (Y/N). I've been trying to tell you how I feel for weeks, but I just..."- he ran his hands through his hair, openly frustrated with his own way to deal with the situation, as I just stayed still, trying to understand what was going on.

- "I know it was stupid, and I wish I could do it differently, but I didn't know what to do. But then I saw you looking at Sean, and I knew you would never look at me the same way, 'cos I know I'm not..."

There was no bigger force in the universe than the one that moved my body unconsciously against Spencer. I grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss on his lips to shut him up. I didn't even think about what I was doing. I just did it 'cos I didn't want to listen to his rambling anymore. For once, probably for the very first time ever since we met, I wanted to shut Spencer Reid up. And the best way I could do that was kissing him until my lips felt numb.

I didn't even let him hesitate. He jumped as soon as I touched him, but he didn't reject me at all. Instead, he wide opened his eyes and stared at me as I winked at him, deepening the kiss.

Spencer's hands slowly found their way to my waist and held me closer to him. His lips were soft and warm, moving carefully along with mine, and as he relaxed into the kiss, the better it got.

I had wasted so much time (mostly at work, bored, avoiding paperwork) fantasizing about kissing Spencer. How his lips would feel and taste. If he would make any noise, if he'd be rough or soft... and now there I was, getting all the answers I ever needed.

My heartbeat faster when I opened my eyes and saw him, deep concentrated into the endless kiss. My hands played with his hair, and I felt him hum, pleased with my movements. I couldn't help myself and smiled, not stopping the kiss.

- "What?"- Spencer asked, but his lips didn't move from mine. Neither of us wanted to stop.

- "Nothing,"- I whispered and shook my head softly- "I just like kissing you."

- "I like kissing you too,"- he answered and moved his hands from my waist to my cheeks and held my face. His hands were so big I could feel him covering most of my cheek. He made me feel secure, safe. Loved. All that only from cupping my face.

- "I love you."- Spencer whispered and opened his eyes. I looked at him and sighed, trying to keep myself together, when all I really wanted was to yell and jump and act like a teenager in love.

- "Me too."

That was all I managed to answer, though I knew he deserved better. He deserved to know how much I loved him, how crazy I was over everything he did. Everything he was. But I couldn't tell him that, not at that minute at least. That night I couldn't really speak much because all I wanted to do was to kiss him. I wanted to kiss Spencer Reid until my lips burned.

But he didn't let me fulfill my dream. As soon as he heard me, he stopped the kiss and stayed very, very still.

- "What happened?"- I panicked, I don't know why- "Did I overstep..."

- "You love me?"- he interrupted me, and his eyes filled with tears. Happy tears. His smile was soft and warm as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.

- "I do,"- I murmured and blushed. Was it too late to blush? Maybe, but I couldn't help it. Not when he was looking at me like that. Like I was the most beautiful woman on earth. No. Like I was the only woman on earth for him.

- "I'm so sorry..."

But I really didn't want to listen to his apology. I had already forgiven him. All I wanted was to kiss him again. And again.

I crushed my lips against his, and this time, I felt him smiling into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he locked his around my waist. We were so close I could feel the warmth of his body as he relaxed a little more, and his fingers started caressing the small on my back.

- "Come here."

I took a few steps back, and he followed, keeping as close to me as possible. Finally, I dragged him to my bed, and he laid by my side. Our legs were intertwined as we melted on that mattress, just kissing.

I honestly never imagined I would kiss Spencer. Maybe that's why I enjoyed it and tasted him (and the moment) in slow motion. He sighed and smiled as his lips and tongue played with mine. One of his hands held my waist as the other played with my hair.

It was heaven. I didn't imagine anything better than being on that bed kissing Spencer Reid. He whispered he loved me again, and I sighed. For a second, it felt I was in a dream.

- "Ok, mama, get out of that.... WHOO!"- Derek, JJ, and Elle stormed into the door and caught Spencer and I kissing on the bed. I felt like a teenager all over again.

- "What the..."- Elle asked was holding the key in her hands, eyes wide opened, in shock.

- "My man!"- Morgan was about to start clapping when JJ grabbed him and Elle's arm.

- "The guys need some privacy. Come on, let's go. You can sleep in my room, Elle"- JJ smiled and closed the door behind her back, but less than a second later, Derek walked in again.

- "Smile to Garcia!"- Derek waved, holding his phone. Spencer closed his eyes and covered his face, embarrassed as I grabbed a pillow and threw it over him.

- "Get the fuck out of my room!"- I shouted, and JJ had to pull Morgan's sleeve to get him out of there. Once the door was closed (again), we waited a few seconds in case Derek tried to interrupt us one more time. But he didn't. Spencer's cheeks were burning red, and he looked so embarrassed it was too sweet. So I leaned over him and kissed the tip of his nose.

- "Hi,"- I whispered and smiled. Reid chuckled and moved closer to me, reaching my lips.

- "Hi."- I sighed, strangely relieved to feel his lips on mine again. I was like my body had already gotten used to kissing him and wanted to do nothing else from that moment on.

- "Hi,"- I repeated and smiled.

- "Hi,"- Reid said again and wrapped his arms around me, moving me until I was sitting on his lap. Life was perfect.

- "I'm so glad Hotch's brother came to visit. He should come more often,"- I murmured and giggled. Spencer frowned and shook his head.

- "I think we are good."- he answered and narrowed his eyes.

- "If he hadn't come, you wouldn't have gotten so jealous, and we wouldn't be kissing right now."- I added, and rubbed his lips with mines, just to make a point. Spencer smiled and fully kissed me.

- "I will send him a muffin basket to George town, then."

- "That's very thoughtful. I love that about you."

- "I love everything about you,"- Spencer whispered and sighed, staring into my eyes.

- "Does this mean we are dating?"- I had to ask. Spencer wide opened his eyes and didn't move for a few seconds -"I'm just asking 'cos you said you loved m and I love you, and if you love and I love you, I'm pretty sure dating would the logical thing to do. But if you don't want to, I would totally understand. I mean, maybe I am assuming..."- Spencer's lips against mine ended with my senseless rambling, and he chuckled into the kiss.

- "What?"- I asked him but didn't move my lips from his. Already that might have become my favorite way to talk to him.

- "You are adorable when you ramble."

- "Shut up"- and Spencer smiled

- "Would you be my girlfriend?"- he simply asked and rested his forehead against mine as he stared at me. I smiled and sighed, pretending to be considering my options. I didn't have any. I wanted to be his.

- "Yes,"- I whispered and kissed him one more time- "I would love to, just promise me you will never be a passive-aggressive jerk with me."

- "Never"- Spencer kissed me, and his hands held me tighter- "I'm so sorry."

- "Just kiss me a few more times so I can properly forgive you"- Reid smiled and crushed his lips against mines.

- "Anything for you."

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The "Rumple Buttercup" situation (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested?: Yes!

Hi, I don't know if this is where you take request but I was thinking about a 2nd part to "The devils food cake" chapter about when they think of names they argue about the middle name being rumple (Matthew wants rumple to be the middle name (y/n) doesn't)

Category: Flufflies fluff. Hardcore fluff.

Summary: Matthew tries to convince his wife to name their first newborn "Rumple Buttercup."

Warnings: Zero. I don't think I even cursed on this one. But you have to know how to handle your fluff.

Word count: 2K

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You can read the original one shot here

A/N: Hello! How is everybody doing this week? Sending love to all my pretty people 💜 I got so excited with this request I made this gif for it ✨

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The house was oddly silent when (Y/N) walked in. She smelled the fresh baked cookies and... lavender? That was new. The place wasn't a mess when she left the house that morning, but it didn't look like that at all. Someone had been taking care of everything in her absence.

- "Matthew?"- (Y/N) walked in and took a look around. Everything was clean and in perfect order. It didn't loot at all like the house she had left that very same morning.

- "In the kitchen, Bunny!"- he announced with a cheerful voice and (Y/N) followed the delicious smell and the sweet voice of her husband.

- "Welcome back! How was your day with your mom?"

- "Hey! It was good. I had fun"- Matthew smiled at his wife as soon as he watched her walk into the kitchen and opened his arms to greet her with a warm hug.

- "I missed you, Bunny"- he whispered and kissed her lips sweetly, cupping her face with both hands, holding her cheeks, and caressing them with his lips.

- "I missed you too, honey."- (Y/N) murmured and sighed, enjoying the sensation of Matthew's hands on her.

- "And how's my little baby bean?"- he whispered, and his hands traveled from her face to her belly.

- "Baby Gub is kicking a lot today. I think he is having a rave in there."

The way Matthew's heart skipped a beat each time he heard the words "Baby Gub" killed him. He couldn't get over the fact he was going to be a father in four months. He couldn't believe it yet. It was his dream come true.

So, Matthew hummed in response and kissed his wife one more time before looking at her with a big adorable, and goofy smile.

- "I've got you a little surprise,"- he announced and held her hand

- "Really? I noticed you did some cleaning. Is that the surprise?"- (Y/N) asked as Gubler insisted she sat on a couch and helped her taking out her purple Converse.

- "That's part of the surprise,"- Matthew answered with a mysterious smile- "Now stay here and relax for a minute."

- "But no. Wait, stay here too, I missed you," (Y/N) argued, but Gubler just pecked her lips and walked back to the kitchen.

- "It will only be a second, Bunny! Meanwhile, tell me, what did you do with your mom today."

- "She took our baby bean shopping. Can you help me get a million bags from the car later?"

- "Sure!!"- Gubler yelled from the kitchen- "What did you get?"

- "Mom went nuts and got us so many baby clothes. I don't think our baby will have time to wear it all before it's too small for him."- Matthew chuckled at the idea of their baby wearing tiny socks that didn't fit on his little feet.

- "Then, she invited me for lunch and overfed me, but I can't complain, 'cos I was starving, and she took me to that little Italian place near to their house, and it's just so good! I think I ate my weight on garlic bread."

Matthew frowned and looked at the tray he was preparing. It had homemade cookies, a chocolate milkshake, one cupcake, and a heart-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

- "So... you are not hungry?"- he asked, hesitant to bring his wife the snack he had prepared for her.

- "Starving, actually. Your son is gonna make me gain a million pounds."- Matthew smiled and grabbed the tray, walking with confidence back to the family room.

- "That's what I wanted to hear, 'cos I made this for you."

(Y/N) widened her eyes in awed, smiled at her husband when he stood by her side and placed the tray on her legs.

- "I cooked all your favorites while you were gone"

- "Matthew Gray, you are the sweetest husband on Earth"- (Y/N) raised her hands and reached his face, forcing him to lean over and kiss her.

- "What do you want?"- she whispered and smiled

- "What do you mean?"

- "I'm your wife. I've known you for the last... nine years. I know you are going to ask me for something"- Gubler gasped, pretending to be shocked and insulted, but (Y/N) shook her head and took a large sip of her milkshake.

- "Really, (Y/N). I can't believe you think I'm nice to you only because I wanna ask you for something."

- "So you won't?"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and chewed a cookie- "These are delicious, honey. Thank you so much."

- "no, you already broke my heart"- Matthew sighed and sat at the other side of the couch.

- "Oh, come on!"

- "I was just trying to be nice with my wife."

- "You are adorable. If I weren't pregnant already, I would actually ask you to knock me up"- Gubler tried not to chuckle but failed.

- "Come on, Gub, give me a smile"- (Y/N) giggled and looked at Matthew- "You know you want to smile."

- "Stop it."

- "Come on, honey"- (Y/N) reached out for his hand and held it- "Just tell me what it was that you wanted to ask me"- Gubler bit his inner cheek and sighed.

- "I hate that you know me so well."

- "It's part of the job of being your wife"- (Y/N) smiled pleased and grabbed another cookie- "So?"- she chewed the cookie and gave one to Matthew.

- "Ok... here's the deal"- Matthew ran his hands through his hair and made a pause, trying to rearrange his thoughts. (Y/N) looked at him, waiting and eating all the cookies on the dish.

- "I'm waiting."

- "Ok, so... we are going to have a kid"- Matthew stated- "And that kid has to have a name"- suddenly (Y/N) knew exactly where that conversation was going.

- "Yes, he has."

- "And we haven't talked about the baby's name"

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head and crossed her arms on her chest immediately.

- "But I haven't even told you what I wanted to ask."

- "The baby's name won't be Rumble Buttercup."

Matthew opened his mouth to argue, and (Y/N) looked right into his eyes with a deadpan stare.

- "But why not?"

- "Are you serious, Matthew? You already have a "kid" named Rumple."

- "Yes, but it's different, 'cos he is my "first child book," and our baby is our firstborn child."

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head again and grabbed the sandwich. Yes, she had eaten most of the day, but she really felt hungry. Maybe it was anxiety or cravings, but whatever it was, she just felt hungry the whole time.

- "Come on (Y/N), be fair here."

- "Ok, I'll be fair. Explain your case."

Matthew stood up and cleared his throat, ready to convince his wife. He fixed his hair, though it was a useless attempt to look a little more serious. If anything, he just made her want to laugh more, 'cos he was being adorable.

- "Ever since I was a little kid, I always dreamed about the day I could call my first son "Rumple Buttercup." Rumple is an old family name in the Gubler family, and I am sure naming our baby as his ancestors will assure him a life of happiness and love."

Gubler smiled at his wife, and (Y/N) nodded, chewing the last bite of the sandwich.

- "Who was called Rumple in the Gubler's family?"- she asked, and Matthew almost jumped, looking at her excitedly.

- "Excellent question, Bunny. You'll see, my great-great-grandfather, Rumple Buttercup Gubler, first arrived in America in early 1800, all alone with no family. And he built the first casino of Las Vegas."

- "In the early 1800"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh.

- "He was a visionary. Don't you want our baby to be a visionary too?"

- "I do, I definitely do. But... can we talk about my great-great-grandfather? His name was Yertle, and he also had a vision. And a mustache!"- (Y/N) said and made her best not to laugh, as Matthew raised an eyebrow and bit his lips, trying not to laugh as well.

- "Yertle?"- he asked, crossing his arms on his chest- "Your great-great grandfather's name was Yertle?

- "Yes"- she nodded and smiled- "Yertle the Turtle. It's also an old family name, and most of the man in my family had carried that name after him".

- "I've never heard of one an "uncle Yertle" when we hang out with your family."

- "I've never heard of an "uncle Rumple Buttercup" when we hang out with yours."

- "He has been mentioned many times. All the Rumples of my family has been amazing men."

- "Just like our good old Yertle."

- "But I called dibs on the baby's name!"- Matthew failed and laughed at his own words and sat by his wife, huffing. (Y/N) giggled and rested her head on his shoulder.

- "What if we find a great name together?"- she whispered. Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers between his for a second.

- "Or we can call him Rumple."

- "Rumple Yertle Gubler"- she whispered and shook her head- "I'm not sure."

- "Rumple Buttercup Yertle Gray Gubler"- he corrected and chuckled- "Fine, let's find another name."

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) smiled and sighed- "Wanna split the cupcake?"

- "Yes, please."

Matthew looked at his wife, carefully splitting the cupcake he had made for her, and took half. He could have had a whole tray of cupcakes, but that was the only one that didn't burn. Matthew wasn't really the best baker in the world, but he had tried his best. He wanted to do something nice for his wife. She hadn't been feeling good in the last few weeks. The baby kept her up most of the nights, moving and kicking. She couldn't really rest, and everybody kept telling her it wasn't going to be any better once the baby was born.

- "So... wanna think of names now?"- (Y/N) asked him with a smile- "Wanna think of another man with an amazing vision and incredible mustache to name our baby?"

- "Actually"- Matthew whispered and smiled- "I had a plan B in case you weren't on board with Rumple."

- "Really?"- (Y/N) frowned, wondering what was Matthew going to come up with now- "Suprise me."

- "Vincent"- there was a long silence after Gubler said that name. (Y/N) gave it a little thinking, running all the nickname options in her head.

- "Vincent Gray Gubler"- Matthew added the rest of the name- "What do you think?"

- "LIttle Vincent Gray Gubler... Vince, Vinnie..."

- "Like Vincent Price. He is an amazing man with a vision and an incredible mustache."

(Y/N) kept nodding as she finished eating her cupcake. Her husband turned to her and waited for an answer.

- "I love the name"- she whispered and grinned at Matthew- "What do you think, Vincent Gray?"- she asked, looking at her tummy.

- "Knock once for yes and twice for no"- Matthew giggled and caressed (Y/N) belly. And as if he could hear them, the little baby kicked her once. The Gublers looked at each other with wide-opened eyes, surprised and shocked by the quick answer of their unborn son.

- "It's settled then, Vincent!"- Matthew replied to the belly and kissed it- "You just picked your name!"

(Y/N) looked at her husband and moved closer, holding his face with both hands, and pulling him closer to her.

- "I love you, Gub"- she whispered and kissed him

- "I love you too, Mrs. Gub."

- "Thank you for putting a baby on my belly,"- she murmured, and he chuckled, caressing her hair and looking into her eyes, which were getting a little tearful at the moment.

- "Sorry, hormones"- she excused herself and chuckled- "I'm just so excited we picked his name."

- "I'm excited too, Bunny,"- Matthew whispered and kissed her one more time- "Now, what do you say I get you some herbal tea?"

- "I'd ask you to marry me, but you already did,"- she answered with a huge smile. Matthew kissed her one more time and stood up. Vincent Gray Gubler. Sounded like a dream.

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Bunny (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes (And I’m sorry it took me so long, I hope you like it, Anon!!)

Category: Hardcore fluff

Warnings: You have to be able to manage this level of fluffiness

Summary: Matthew just started dating this new girl he can't stop thinking about, and suddenly, all the love clichés are making sense. (Or, why MGG has been calling his girlfriend "Bunny" in all the one-shots I've written) 😬

Word count: 2.8K

A/N: Hello!!! how's everybody doing? life has been a mess in the last few weeks. Grandma is very sick and my mind hasn't been focused on writing. I also moved to a new apartment, which is great news, 'cos we needed more space, but it also means I've been weary and too busy to write 😭. I hope you are all having a good day/night/evening ✨

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Matthew stared at his phone and hesitated. He was about to dial but stopped himself at the last second. He had to take a deep breath and count to ten before he actually pressed "dial." And when he did, his stomach fluttered immediately.

- "Hello?"

- "Hey, (Y/N). It's Matthew Gray"-he announced, and his voice shook a little. He was nervous, and there was no way on earth (Y/N) hadn't noticed it.

- "Hello! Yes, I know. Your number is registered in my phone, remember?"- (Y/N) giggled at the other side of the line, and Gubler felt like slapping himself for being such a dork.

- "Right !! I totally forgot about that. So, how are you? "

Calling (Y/N) after their first date wasn't going as smoothly as Matthew imagined. And he had imagined it for the last couple of hours. He had imagined that conversation since he left her at her front door the night before, actually.

Gubler knew he wasn't smooth around girls he liked. He could usually pretend to be cool and mentally use it as an exercise to overcome his well-masked shyness. But deep down at the bottom of his soul, Matthew was fully aware he was awkward and weird. His hands were sweating, and he was not even looking at her. He was alone in his apartment, laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

- "Good, I'm good. What about you? How's your day off? "- (Y/N) giggled and took a look around, walking away from her coworkers and trying her best to find a private spot to talk with Gubler. She didn't want anyone to see her acting like she was thirteen, which was precisely how she was feeling. (Y/N) knew she was blushing and giggling nervously. But how couldn't she? The boy she had a massive crush on was calling her after their first date. There was no way she could be calm.

- "Good, I'm good. What about you? "- Matthew asked and closed his eyes, feeling stupid-" Sorry, I already asked that. What are you doing? am I interrupting something? "

- "No, I'm just working. Trying to work, actually. I was falling asleep on my desk when you called, so thank you for saving me from the embarrassment of crushing my head against the desk "- Matthew chuckled. (Y/N) sighed, remembering his face as he smiled at her the night before.

- "Damn! now I'm torn between being glad I saved you the embarrassment and disappointed I couldn't see you bumping your head against that desk! "

(Y/N) gasped, pretending to be shocked and upset.

- "I can't believe you just said that!"

- "I'm sorry! but let's be honest, that would have been fun!"

- "Not for me!"

- "(Y/N), are you ready for the meeting?"- the unknown voice made Gubler frown. (Y/N) answered something and sighed.

- "I guess you'll have a new chance, 'cos I've got a meeting in a moment, and I'm still so sleepy and tired I might end up smashing my head against the table after all. And it would be your fault, by the way."

- "My fault?!"- Gubler was shocked- "Why?"

- "You promised you would take me home at eleven, and as far as I remember, it was two in the morning when I reached my porch."

- "Hey! you said you were having fun!"- (Y/N) laughed, hearing Matthew's protest, and nodded her head, even when he couldn't see her.

- "I had a lot of fun! just that now I'm half asleep during work time."

- "Not my fault!"- Matthew shouted, and (Y/N) tried not to laugh and stay serious.

- "Technically, it's your fault."

- "Fine, I'll play guilty for your crime, (Y/N). But you owe me."

- "Me? why me?"

- "You sleep-deprived me too!!"

- "Why me, Gubler?"

- "You were the one who said, "one more cup of coffee, Gub." Remember?"- Matthew made his best impression of her, and (Y/N) laughed so hard, half the office turned to look at her.

- "And you never declined, even at one in the morning."

- "How could I!? You found my only weakness!"

- "You can't say no to coffee?"

- "No, I can't say no to you."

The silence in the line was long but not heavy. (Y/N) was blushing, flustered, not knowing what to say. So she just giggled. And Matthew held his breath as he heard her snickering.

- "(Y/N), come on! We are waiting for you,"- someone said, and the girl answered something Gubler couldn't understand.

- "Matthew, I have to go, but... we can talk later."

- "Sure, sure, go. Maybe we can have a coffee later, or dinner. Or maybe dinner and then have a coffee, I don't know. Whatever you pick will be fine with me".

Matthew Gray Gubler was rambling nervously, laying on his bed, looking at the ceiling, hoping she'd say yes.

- "Dinner and coffee sound nice."- (Y/N) whispered and bit her lips, trying not to giggle.

And just like that, finally, Matthew Gray Gubler had gotten himself a second date.

It shouldn't be so hard for him to get a girl. And technically, it wasn't. But Matthew didn't want to date girls for the night and then never hear from them again. He didn't want a fling, not with (Y/N). With her, he wanted the whole deal, and he knew it from the second he saw her talking with her friends across the room from him, at a party at his best friend's, a few weeks earlier.

Gubler wasn't looking for a girlfriend until he saw her. He didn't believe in "love at first sight." For him, that it was bullshit, crap people make up to justify being stupid and making silly decisions. But then came (Y/N). He heard her laughter first, and his eyes looked for her across the room. He felt how his heart stopped for a second when he found her, and he knew he had to meet her.

Yes, it was corny and cheesy, and if Gubler heard his friends talking about something like it, he would have laughed at them for hours. But no, it was happening to him. It was real, and he didn't know what to do or how to act. So he did what he did best: he improvised, hoping for the best.

The night he met her, they talked until six in the morning, and though they never said it out loud, neither of them wanted to end that conversation. (Y/N) was glad he had asked for her phone number, and for the next two weeks, they talked every day and texted most of the day. But Gubler couldn't see her or ask her out, 'cos he was forced to leave town to shoot an episode of Criminal Minds in Vancouver.

It hadn't been a bad thing, though, 'cos they really talked a lot those days he was out of town, and by the time he was back in Los Angeles, the first thing he had done was asking her out. They had coffee and then ice cream. Went to the movies. Had dinner and then more coffee as they walked around, talking like they had known each other their whole lives.

For Matthew, everything made sense. All the movie clichés made perfect sense.

- "Hey!"- (Y/N) smiled and waved at Matthew as she stood in front of him and stared at him, nearly holding her breath. She tried to understand why someone as gorgeous and funny as he was, wanted to go out with her, but she didn't have any logical answer to that.

Matthew smiled and waved, hesitating for a second before he leaned in and pecked her lips. It was their first date. It wasn't their first kiss. But they were both so nervous; they just giggled and smiled for the first couple of seconds.

- "Ready for dinner?"- he asked her and watched her nodding enthusiastically- "Good because I'm starving. I forgot to have lunch."

- "How do you forget to eat?"- but Matthew just shrugged and smiled- "Your stomach doesn't growl?"

- "I was too busy and didn't realize how hungry I was until it was almost time to leave, so I just grabbed a Snickers bar and drove here."

- "Well, then let's have dinner. You need some real food in that skinny body"- (Y/N) smiled and pointed her finger directly to his ribs.

- "I eat a lot."

- "A lot of junk food"- she argued and giggled as the two of them made their way to Matthew's car- "You need more veggies."

- "I eat my greens, thank you very much."

- "Green M&M's do not count as eating greens, Gubler."

- "That's pretty cynical coming from the girl who gave me a tray of home-baked cinnamon rolls last night."

- "How many of those did you eat today?"- Gubler had devoured ¾ of that tray during that morning.

- "Just one at breakfast"- he lied, opening the passenger's door for (Y/N).

- "You are a lousy liar, Gubler"- she chuckled and looked at him as he smiled and moved a little closer to her, landing his hands on her waist, making her shiver at the sensation.

- "Fine, I ate most of the rolls. But that's your fault."

- "Again? Everything is my fault according to you"- (Y/N) pouted, and Matthew twitched his nose as he leaned in and kissed her. It was their second date, and Matthew couldn't stop kissing her already.

- "You look too damn adorable when you do that."- (Y/N) whispered and sighed when the kiss was over.

- "When I do what?"

- "That thing with your nose."

- "It's a tic"- Gubler tucked a flick of her hair behind her ear and pecked her one more time.

- "You look like a bunny."- (Y/N) teased and started mimicking the nose twitch as she smiled, and Gubler laughed. He felt so warm inside his heart that he refused to think it was just their second official date.

- "You are the one forcing me to eat greens. You are the bunny."

- "That makes no sense, Bunny Gubler."- he chuckled and shook his head. He was having trouble keeping himself from kissing her the whole time.

- "You are the bunny, Bunny"- he repeated and twitched his nose again, making her giggle.

- "How come I am the bunny if you are the one with the adorable nose twitch?"

- "I don't know"- Gubler wrapped his arms around her and kissed her nose- "But you are cute like a bunny, and soft"- he whispered and caressed her cheek slowly as he spoke. (Y/N) stared into his eyes and didn't know what to say. So she just bit her lips and made her best not to blush.

- "Did you know a baby rabbit is called a kit, a female is called a doe, and a male is called a buck?"- Gubler had no idea where those words had come from. Still, apparently, he couldn't shut up when he was with her, even if that meant rambling about the most random facts he could think of.

- "Matthew, your Reid is showing."- (Y/N) quickly said, frowning, and Gubler burst out laughing right away.

- "Weird fact: when I start sounding like Reid is because I need to eat asap."

- "Let's get you fed before you start profiling me, then"- (Y/N) winked and got into the car. Gubler closed the door for her and jogged to the other side of the vehicle.

- "What do you feel like eating today, Bunny?"- he asked, and (Y/N) looked at him and raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

- "No, I'm not letting that one go, Bunny."

- "You are the one with the nose twitch!"- (Y/N) argued, again- "You are the Bunny!"

- "Nop"- Gubler smiled, pleased, and looked at her.

Do you know that feeling of home some people give you? It was the third time he was with her in the same room, and she already felt like home to him.

Matthew knew he couldn't say any of those things to his friends, or they would make fun of him for the rest of his life.

- "Then you are going to be Honey"- (Y/N) sentenced, somehow defeated- "That way we can be team Honey Bunny."

- "Team Honey Bunny?"- Gubler asked, confused- "Why?"

- "I don't know!"- (Y/N) nearly shouted, chuckling- "But I wanted to call you Bunny! I thought about it the whole freaking day! and you just stole it from me!"

That was way too much information. Way more than what (Y/N) wanted to give Matthew on their second date. But it was too late now. She had already snapped.

- "You thought about me the whole day?"

Matthew asked, and his voice was nearly a whisper inside the car. (Y/N) looked over the window for a second. They weren't moving from the parking lot. There wasn't much to see out there, but she felt if she looked at Gubler, she would confess she had a massive crush on him already. That crush was way too big if you consider it was just their second date.

(Y/N) was freaking out, scared of all the things she felt already. That shouldn't happen. She had to keep her head cold because Gubler was an actor, and who knew his true intentions with her? But deep inside, (Y/N) felt she could fall in love with him so fast it was scary. Terrifying, actually, because she couldn't stop her feelings, and each time (Y/N) looked at him, all she could think of was: "Happily ever after."

There was no way she was telling any of that to her friends, 'cos they would all make fun of her. It was corny, and cheesy, and complete nonsense.

Still, it felt real, and she didn't know how to explain it.

- "Maybe"- that was all (Y/N) could answer and bit her lips, still making her best not to look at Matthew.

- "I thought about you the whole day."- he confessed, and his eyes scanned her whole face. She was trying her best not to turn to him but failed. Those words had been too sweet and too sincere to overlook them. (Y/N) just turned to him and smiled.

- "Really?"- the young woman asked, as her cheeks turned all shades of pink.

- "I haven't stopped thinking about you ever since I first saw you at that party."- Gubler confessed- "And I know it's too soon, 'cos we've only known each other for a few weeks now, but would it be ok if I call you my "Bunny" from now on?"

The way Gubler even pouted when he was done talking made (Y/N)'s knees shake unconsciously. And it wasn't just that he wanted to call her Bunny that made her feel that way, but the fact he wanted to call her "his" Bunny.

She knew she wasn't his propriety, but damn, that question made her feel things she had never imagined feeling before.

- "I don't think I have a choice, do I?"- she answered, pretending to be upset- "But if you want me to be your Bunny, you are going to have to be my "honey" then."

The way those words made him feel was so good; Gubler was sure he was screwed. She was going to be the end of him, for better or worst.

- "Then it's settled, Bunny."- he said and stared at her with a goofy smile on his face. She blushed and shook her head, still trying to be the sensible person and failing spectacularly.

The next thing she felt was Matthew's hands on her face, cupping her cheeks sweetly. So gently and carefully, in fact, she felt worshipped by him. He stared into her eyes for a second before rubbing his lips against hers, giving her the most passionate and loving kiss she had ever received. It felt so good she felt embarrassed when a little whimper left her lips when she felt Matthew pulling away from her, slowly.

- "Wanna have dinner now, Bunny?"- Gubler asked her, his voice a whisper as his lips rubbed (Y/N)'s slowly. She just nodded and sighed as he smiled at her and kissed her one more time.

- "Ok, and what do you wanna eat tonight?"

- "It's your time to pick, honey. You are the one who didn't even have lunch today."

(Y/N) whispered and bit her lips. She was staring into his eyes as he spoke, and all she could see was adoration, which was exactly how she felt about him too.

- "Then I pick whatever my Bunny wants to eat."- Matthew murmured and kissed her again.

- "If I'm the Bunny, I'm picking anything with lots of veggies and vitamins for you."

- "On second thoughts, you are right. I should pick. I was thinking maybe some ice cream."

- "No, you need real food."- (Y/N) frowned as Gubler sat straight on his seat and started the car- "And then you can have some ice cream, and maybe some more cinnamon rolls tomorrow!"

- "You can't blackmail me with cinnamon rolls, Bunny"- Gubler turned to her and smiled, as she raised an eyebrow and simply replied.

- "Watch me, honey."

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The hair and the vest are doing things to me 😳

Criminal Minds season 3 episode 10 “True night”

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When you ramble and he listens... 💖

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Hands 👀

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I've been working out a little bit (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Spencer has been working out with Penelope, and they are doing their best to keep it a secret. Until (Y/N) finds out and tries to help. And though he doesn't want to because he is embarrassed about his poor athletic performance, somehow she manages to help.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Curses, frustration. Good old fools in love.

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: Hello, pretty people! I've missed you! I hope you like this little story. It's one of the last requests pending on my list. Tomorrow I can finally visit my grandparents, I'll be taking care of them for at least two weeks, and though I know it's hard work, I am just so happy I can be with them again!! I miss them! Take care, whenever you are! Love you!

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- "No fucking way, Spencer!" (Y/N) widened her eyes and laughed so hard tears filled her eyes. She was sitting at her desk at work, staring at her best friend, who could barely walk due to the two hours he had spent that morning training with Penelope.

- "Please, don't tell anyone."- he whispered and looked around the bullpen. He was too embarrassed already to let anyone else know he had to take the mandatory fit test. He wanted to avoid the jokes, especially Derek's.

- "Your secret is safe with me, as always, chipmunk"- (Y/N) smiled and bit her lips, trying not to laugh anymore- "But why on earth are you working out? You have enough case hours to cover a fit test!"

- "Apparently, I can't skip it this year. Both me and Penelope have to take it."- Spencer whispered and sat down very slowly, pain written all over his face.

His best friend stared at him reading the mix of embarrassment and physical pain he felt with each movement he made. (Y/N) smiled and opened one of her drawers, looking for the last Snicker she had hidden in case of need. Watching Spencer in pain was precisely the case. She stood up and handed him the candy, making his heart skip a beat. Spencer did his best to hide the blush on his cheeks and just looked away.

- "I can help you if you want."- (Y/N) whispered and cut him the most adorable smile she had.

- "Help me what?"

- "Working out."- she replied and bit her granola bar- "I can teach you how to kick ass, and I do look hot wearing sweat shorts."

Spencer nearly chook. He flushed and closed his eyes, trying to cover up his embarrassment. But (Y/N) giggled and turned around. Her job there was done. Now Spencer had to be picturing her in her sweat shorts.

Of course, he was. He couldn't stop, actually.

The two agents were the youngest of the team, and somehow sometimes in-between cases, it showed. Especially when they were on their own, and their conversations ended up in casual flirting.

(Y/N) was head over feet in love with Spencer, though she was never going to face it. God knows Penelope had tried to force her to deal with her feelings. But she was closed as an oyster. No matter how much Garcia insisted or how drunk they were, (Y/N) kept denying her true feelings in public.

Spencer wasn't indifferent. Not at all. As a matter of fact, he was in love with (Y/N). Everything about her bewitched him. Ever since the first time he laid eyes on her, he felt it. She was tailor-made for him. If only he weren't a nervous wreck each time he saw her...

After two years working together, Spencer had managed to overcome part of my shyness and awkwardness around (Y/N). They were best friends, and they would usually hang out in their free time. The little free time they had in the BAU. But even when they could playfully flirt all the time, Spencer was sure she didn't like him that way. He convinced himself she was just joking.

(Y/N) headed to the Batcave holding a large frappuccino and knocked on the half-opened door before walking in.

- "Penelope García, I had the feeling you were running caffeine low."

- "Oh my pretty little thing! How do you do it? You read my mind!"- the tech analyst nearly hyperventilated as soon as she held her ice and creamed coffee.

- "Reid and I were out for a little break, and I knew you would like one of these to cheer up your afternoon"- Garcia sipped her frappuccino and nodded. But as soon as she had finished savoring the perfect coffee, she asked.

- "So, you and Reid..."

- "We were out getting coffee, like the best friends we are."

- "But, there's coffee here in the kitchenette. There's no need to go out and get coffee unless you want to find an excuse to be alone with him."- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and sighed. Garcia did that every single chance she got.

- "You and I know the FBI doesn't share our concept of "good" coffee."- (Y/N) looked at her friend and just smiled- "Besides, I told you, I felt you needed some extra sugar and joy in your life after your early workout session this morning."

- "That little snitch!"- (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head.

- "Don't get mad at Reid. He didn't tell me anything. I kind of figured there was something wrong 'cos he looked in so much pain just breathing."

- "Oh man, he is sored, but I am sure he would be way sorer if you train with him."

- "I offered myself to help him"- Garcia raised an eyebrow at (Y/N) 's words, and the young agent wide opened her eyes, blushing- "Stop staring at me like I'm a perv! I meant helping him train for the test. I could help you too."

- "Thank you, but no, thank you. I trained with you, and there's no way we are going to do all that boxing again."

- "Come on! You said you had fun!"

- "I did! I really did... but I could barely move the next day! And I had a date! I couldn't even dance, less doing... other... nevermind"- Penelope stopped herself in her tracks and shook her head.

- "Shit, PG!"- (Y/N) closed her eyes and chuckled- "Spare me the details."

- "Sorry... anyway... you and the little genius should definitely train in a more... horizontal way."

- "Garcia! Stop it!"- (Y/N) laughed and stood up- "I'm gonna go back to work 'cos clearly you have some hormonal issues today, and you are projecting."

- "Stop acting like you haven't thought about it!"- Garcia said and chuckled as her friend walked away.

- "I'm not telling you anything."

- "That means yes!"

- "No! it doesn't!"- (Y/N) was blushing; that's why she refused to turn around and look at Penelope.

- "Oh! It so does!"

The end of that day found Spencer even more sore, hungry and weary than he had felt in years. All he wanted to do was go home, eat pizza leftovers from the night before, and go straight to bed.

Until...

- "Hey, chipmunk!"- (Y/N) looked at Spencer, gathering all his things and getting ready to go home.- "Dinner at my place tonight. My treat."

- "I can pick the take out tonight?"- he said immediately and asked himself where did that come from if, a second earlier, all he wanted to do was to go to bed. Probably from the same place that kept coming back to the image of her in sweat shorts.

- "Even better. I'll cook"- (Y/N) answered and winked, playfully- "You deserve a proper homemade dinner after all the workout you did this morning."

Spencer looked at her and didn't even notice the silly smile on his face. If he had known how in love he was looking, he would have probably slapped himself. (Y/N) sighed and stood up.

- "I'm gonna take that silence as a "Great (Y/N)! Thank you! How considered! I'm so lucky to have you in my life".

Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head.

- "Thank you, (Y/N). But I'll give you more praise if your food turns out to be eatable"- the young agent gasped, pretending to be insulted by his words, and hit Reid's arm with her knuckles.

- "Auch! (Y/N)!"

- "I'm being nice, and you are insulting me! I'm having second thoughts about driving you over!"

- "I can take the subway! You are such a slow driver I can actually be there faster."

Spencer stuck out his tongue at her and ran to the elevator, 'cos his friend widened her eyes and ran after him, probably to hit him again.

Morgan and Prentiss stared at the scene in silence, sharing a few looks, both of them thinking the exact same thing: "When are these two goofs ever going to hook up?"

- "They are annoying"- Rossi stood next to Emily's desk and crossed his arms on his chest.

- "They are in love"- she corrected, but David shook his head and sighed.

- "I know, and they are adorable, but it's so annoying staring at the same scene over and over again, waiting for something, anything, to happen between them."

- "Are you turning into a bitter old man who completely forgot about the charm of being young and in love?"- Prentiss raised an eyebrow and turned to Rossi. The Italian stared right into her eyes and shook his head.

- "I'm just saying someone should try to tell them something."

- "I've tried to talk to him about her a million times. But Reid is one private kid."- Derek said from his desk as the three of them stared at Spencer and (Y/N) getting into the elevator, still arguing and playfully playing.

- "And he is so insecure. He doesn't think she likes him."

- "Likes him? She is clearly in love with him!"- Prentiss said, annoyed- "I swear, if nothing happens between them this weekend, I'm going to intervene."

- "Now who is forgetting about the charm of being young and in love?"- Rossi joked and sighed- "Come on guys, dinner's on me."

(Y/N)' s dinner was a success. Spencer ate two portions of honey mustard-glazed chicken bake. She even managed to make him eat vegetables. And Spencer didn't even argue. Not only because it was delicious, and his body really needed some homemade dinner. But also 'cos (Y/N) got him wrapped around her fingers, even without knowing it. And if she asked him to eat veggies, Spencer (no matter how much he would argue) would eat his damn veggies. And he could actually enjoy them.

- "Ok, chipmunk, you ate all your food. You earned your dessert"- (Y/N) smiled and picked the dirty dishes from the table.

- "Let me do that. You already fed me. The least I can do is do the dishes."

Spencer followed her moves and took the dishes to the sink. (Y/N) didn't argue with that. It wasn't the first time Spencer cleaned the kitchen with her, after all. They had been good friends, close friends, for a long time, and they were used to being around each other.

But this time, it felt somehow different. Like there was something in the air warning them things were about to change for good.

- "Ok, doc. Do you wanna eat your dessert watching tv for a while?"- (Y/N) handed Spencer an ice cream bowl with chocolate chips on top and some whipped cream.

- "A smiley ice cream bowl?"- Spencer chuckled as he stared at it. He loved it.

- "Yes, you are never too old to eat food with a smile on it. And that's a life lesson, Spencer Walter Reid."- she said and walked to the couch, holding the remote control.

- "You are filled with wisdom, (Y/N)"- Reid teased her and sat by her side.

- "I know. It would help if you let me train you. You would pass your fit test in a blink."- she said and continued surfing channels.

- "Thanks, but no thanks. I wanna do it on my own."- Spencer glued his eyes on the screen and ate his dessert. (Y/N) just nodded and continued surfing channels.

- "Why?"- she asked him after a few minutes. They had been watching an old movie in silence, just eating their ice cream.

- "Why what?"- he whispered and looked at her just for a second. He didn't trust himself around (Y/N), especially under those circumstances: alone in her house. She had changed into leggings and an old extra-large sweatshirt. Her hair was in a messy bun. And Spencer didn't feel able to look at her into the eyes, 'cos he was going to cave in. He was going to grab her face with both hands and kiss her right there. No questions asked.

Which is why he avoided looking at her.

- "Why don't you want me to help you train?"

- "Just because"- he answered and glued his eyes to the screen. But (Y/N) knew better. She moved closer to him on the couch and held his hands. Spencer shivered right away at the sensation of her skin. It was so warm and soft. All he craved was some more of that. He wanted to feel her. Touch her. Taste her.

His head was going way too fast, and just because she held his hand.

- "Spencer, look at me"- she whispered and practically begged her friend to pay her attention- "I just wanna help. It's just a stupid fit test. It ain't hard."

- "For you."- he mumbled and looked down at his hand as her fingers played against his skin.

- "I didn't want you or anyone to help me 'cos I'm a fucking SSA who should be perfectly able to perform a simple fit test on his own. But no. I can't! And do you know what that means?"

- "That finally I know there's one thing you are not good at?"- she answered and smiled at him. Spencer raised his eyes and met hers. He knew his cheeks were all shades of pink, but for once, he just didn't care. He just wanted to look at her and see if she meant it. Or if she was just teasing him.

- "Right"- he snorted and shook his head.

- "I mean it, Spencer. You don't have to be good at everything."

- "It's a fit test. It's basic to be an agent. I need to be able to catch an unsub."- (Y/N) frowned and tried to understand where all that self-doubt and insecurity was coming from. To her eyes, Spencer had nothing to be ashamed of. To her, he was perfect in every single way.

- "You already catch unsubs, chipmunk. Everyday. You don't have to kick down doors to make a profile. And you don't have to run six miles to get the bad guy. Everything that you do every day at work is what an SSA is supposed to do. And you excel at it."

(Y/N) sighed and smiled at her best friend, trying to push aside the urge she felt to kiss him. His golden-brown eyes looked so big, like honey pools, she could stare for a lifetime. Spencer didn't know what to say. He really wasn't good with praises. He wasn't used to them. Not in that way.

- "Besides"- (Y/N) added after a few seconds of silence when she realized she might have said too much and started panicking.

- "It feels good to finally know there is one thing I am better than you at."

- "What are you talking about?"- Spencer answered right away, in the sassiest tone of voice.- "Just because I suck working out doesn't mean you are better. Even at my lowest, I'm still better than whatever you can do in a gym."

Reid was obviously joking. He knew (Y/N) could kick ass. Not only had she saved his life many times on the field, but also, he had seen her working out. And she could definitely kick his ass if she wanted to.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to tease her just because.

- "You take that back, Reid!"- she threatened him and

- "No"- he sentenced and crossed his arms on his chest

- "Last chance. Take it back, or you will pay for it."

- "Make me."

And that was it.

In a second, (Y/N) was on him tickling him, and trying to practice a chokehold on him. But Spencer was faster, and somehow, stronger than her. Maybe it was because he was struggling with himself. A part of him wanted her closer, and a part of him didn't want her too close, 'cos he knew his pants were going to start feeling too tight if she did.

Whatever the reason was, after two minutes of wrestling, Spencer had (Y/N) pinned down against the couch. And the way she panted against the fabric of the cushion wasn't helping him with his pants.

- "Spencer, it hurts"- she cried and tried to move from his grip, but he didn't let her go.

- "If you want me to release you, you have to say I am the best agent in this house."

- "Never!"- (Y/N) quickly answered and continued struggling.

- "Just say it, I've got you held, and I'm not going to let you free until you say it."- something in his tone of voice, it was teasing but also... sexy? (Y/N) knew Spencer wasn't trying to act that way, but it was working for her in a way she hadn't imagined. He would be so soft. And now, there he was, acting like a dominant man, holding her tight, not letting her move, literally pinned against the couch.

If only it were all happening in a different context.

- "Let me go, Spencer Reid!"- (Y/N) battled against his arms, but it was useless

- "Just say it"- he leaned in and whispered in her ear, and (Y/N) sword she could almost feel his smile as he spoke.

- "You are the best agent!! There, happy?"- she mumbled, making her best to sound annoyed and not turned on. Spencer released her, and she quickly sat down properly, rubbing her left wrist.

- "Did I hurt you?"- Spencer whispered and noticed how flustered she was. That was a first.

- "No. But I gotta tell you, you are stronger than I thought."- she said and stuck out her tongue to him, trying to be playful and innocent, though you could feel it in the air. That moment was anything but innocent.

- "Yeah, I've been working out a little bit."- Spencer answered and chuckled at his own words.

- "Well, you are going to have to learn how to control your new strength, 'cos this is going to leave a bruise"- (Y/N) whined and showed him her sore wrist. Spencer winced, ashamed he had been so hard on her without meaning any harm. He moved closer to her and held her wrist carefully. (Y/N) just looked at him as he kissed her wrist a few times.

That man couldn't be real. He was such a tease.

Did he know all the things he was, in fact, doing to her with that simple touch?

He surely had to know. Otherwise, there was no explanation, she thought.

- "Thanks"- (Y/N) whispered and fixed her eyes on his lips, still landing small kisses on her wrist.

That was when she stopped breathing. Spencer was literally breathtaking. He smiled at her, and she just couldn't help it anymore. (Y/N) leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft, short peck. But she had dared to do the unthinkable.

She kissed her best friend.

Spencer widened his eyes, shocked, and looked at her, not saying a word. They just stayed still for a good thirty seconds until Spencer finally made his move, cupping her jaw carefully with both hands and pulling her face against his.

The way she moaned into the kiss made him feel more in control than he had ever been before.

It was a soft kiss but intense. Spencer's lips rubbed carefully against her mouth, and his tongue moved carefully, making its way until he could taste her. (Y/N) moved closer to him until she was basically sitting on his lap, and his arms wrapped around her body, locking her against him.

They were in heaven.

Until it was over. Their phones buzzed at the same time, breaking the spell, ending the charm. (Y/N) jumped from Spencer's arms and grabbed her phone.

- "We've got a case"- she whispered and turned to him. He was agitated, his cheeks were red, his pants felt tight, and he was starving for more of those kisses.

- "Ok."- he replied but didn't move.

- "I'm gonna change, then we can go."- (Y/N) added, but he didn't say a word. To be fair, Spencer wasn't processing what was going on. He was still trying to elaborate a coherent thought. And most of all, he was fighting the boner in his pants that didn't let him stand up.

You could blame all the sugar in his body after the massive bowl of ice cream, or all the praising (Y/N) had given him, but Spencer found a new level of courage in that kiss. He decided it was time to stop overthinking it. It was time to act on his feelings.

- "(Y/N)"- Reid knocked on her bedroom door and heard her from the walking closet.

- "I'm almost ready. Did you talk with Garcia?"

- "No, but I don't wanna leave things like this. I wanted to talk about what just happened."

(Y/N) sighed and took a look at herself in the mirror. She could still feel her cheeks burning after that kiss, after feeling her best friend hard underneath her body, holding her against him. But she wasn't sure she wanted to hear what Reid was about to say. Most of all, because she was sure it was going to be something along the lines: "That kiss was a mistake, you are my friend. I don't wanna ruin this."

- "That kiss was..."- he mumbled and walked to her as soon as she showed up in the room, but words were hard to find when she looked at him that way.

- "Spencer, I..."- she tried to speak, but he just continued.

- "Would you like to..."

- "Pretend it didn't happen?"

- "Go out on a date with me?"- the two of them said at the same time and widened their eyes in shock.

- "What?"- (Y/N) questioned and stared at her best friend in shock- "You want to go out with me?"

- "You want to pretend it never happened?"- he asked her, scared he might have rushed to the wrong conclusions.

- "No, no, no, I don't... I can't pretend it didn't happen"- (Y/N) quickly answered and held Spencer's hand, afraid she might have ruined everything.

- "I was just scared you were going to reject me or..."- (Y/N) bt her lips and dared to look at him- "I wanna go out on a date with you"- she whispered and watched his whole face change as a big silly grin drawn on his lips.

- "Really?"- he murmured, still not sure it was actually happening. He asked her out. She said yes. He was sure that was never going to happen in real life.

- "Really"- she assured him and leaned in slowly to kiss him one more time. But her phone rang again, and so did his. This time it was a message from Hotch. Wheels up as soon as they reached the FBI.

- "But after we catch the bad guy."- (Y/N) added, and Spencer chuckled.

- "Sounds like a plan."

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DIWK - Chapter three: "So happy together"

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Warnings: All the Criminal Minds case dark shit we love. Cursing, as always. Spoilers of Criminal Minds season 2. Mention of cases: The Fisher King (Season 1, E22 - Season 2, E01). Alcohol consumption. Mention of drug use. Spencer acting his age, finally!

Summary: Reader is slowly showing a little bit of herself to the team. Spencer meets (Y/N)'s friends and starts acting his age, which is something maybe Gideon wouldn't like as much as you might imagine.

A/N: Hi!! Thank you for reading! I love this chapter 'cos baby Spencer gives me joy 💜 Also, what do you think of Paul?

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(Y/N)'s point of view

When did I become closer to the rest of my colleagues? When Elle got shot, and we were stuck with a case we couldn't solve.

It was the first time an unsub had all of our information. He knew our addresses, hobbies, and phone numbers. We were all scared something terrible would happen to anyone else on the team like it had occurred with Elle.

It was June 2006. The guys had finally taken their vacations when it all started. It was just Garcia, JJ, and me in the bullpen. I had been only seven months on the team, not long enough to have some time off, but I didn't really bother. It was fun being there with the girls, catching up with the paperwork, talking, and eating cookies. We didn't have much time to have fun at work, and we enjoyed it.

That until a psycho killer targeted the team as their victims.

After nearly one day off, everybody was back in Quantico, and the quest to catch that asshole began. The whole team was involved somehow: Gideon had gotten a human head delivered to his secret cabin as a warning. Aaron got a call to his house with a riddle, and then a packet was delivered to his wife. JJ got a weird butterfly with a clue. Reid received a key in Las Vegas when he was visiting his mom, 'cos the unsub knew where he would be that day. I got my favorite book with another riddle on it. And Elle was nearly framed for murder in Jamaica, where she was spending a few days off with Derek. The weirdest part of it was that the head Gideon got came from the dead body found in Elle's room.

It was sick.

I think Penelope had it worst. The unsub hacked her. That's how he got all of our personal information. When she explained what had happened, Gideon insulted her in front of everybody. For the first time since I got to the BAU, he really lost it with one of us, and she was his target. It was brutal. He blamed her for failing to keep his privacy, for putting the team at risk. He made her cry in front of everybody in the briefing room, and I had to close my eyes and bite my tongue so I wouldn't snap in front of him and ask him to be, at least for once, a little bit more human.

Garcia was apologizing, and he was sweeping the floor with her. I felt Morgan's eyes on me and looked at him. He was infuriated but still managed not to hit Gideon. However, I could read him easily: he was about to jump on him and break his jaw any minute. We both looked at each other for a few seconds until Gideon shut up, and we were able to refocus on the unsub.

I made the most significant effort to deliver my best in that case. We had a crazy unsub trying to kill us, a missing kid, Elle in surgery, and the rest of the team freaked out. Reid and I worked decoding the riddles and found a book that gave us more clues. At least I felt useful. The stress we were under was so big; I was sure Gideon would yell at all of us if we made any mistake. And the way he looked at Penelope each time they were in front of each other made it worse.

But what was a game-changer was meeting Mrs. Reid. She was crucial for finding the unsub, and though Spencer hated the idea of everybody meeting her, he had no choice. All the leads had taken us to her. The unsub knew Diana Reid, and she was the one that had given him a lot of personal information from all of us. It was clear she might be in danger.

- "Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, at the behavioral analysis unit at Quantico. I need my mother picked up and brought to Virginia in protective custody as soon as possible."

I turned to him with a dazed look as soon as I heard him talking on the phone. He looked worried, even paler than usual. Spencer never spoke about his mom at work. He didn't want anyone to know about her mom. But if she was in danger, he was going to do everything it took to protect her.

I knew Mrs. Reid had schizophrenia because Spencer had told me all about her one Saturday afternoon we spent together. We were out to get coffee and stopped by a bookstore. He dragged me in and got what seemed to be a million books. That was just his weekly reading.

That's when he told me about his mother. She was an XV century literature teacher, so he obviously inherited her love for books.

- "I tell her everything... I write her a letter."

- "Everyday"- I finished his words as we walked around the aisle of the store- "I know, you told me, and I thought it was the most lovely thing on earth."

He chuckled and blushed. I loved to make Spencer blush

- "Does she know we are friends?"

- "Yes, she knows, and she thinks you are an excellent friend for always listening to me."

- "Does she write back every day too?"- he shook his head and turned to a shelf. He grabbed any random book and hid his face in it, pretending he wasn't nervous or comfortable.

Reid is very discreet about his personal life and problems. I don't think he feels comfortable sharing them with people, though he loves helping everybody fix their messes. I can relate to that if I have to be honest. It's one of the many things we've shared in the latest years.

- "Do you visit often?"- he shook his head again and kept avoiding my eyes. I grabbed a book and started reading one random chapter. I knew I didn't have to push him, 'cos there was something he didn't want to talk about.

- "I think I write because I feel guilty I don't visit."- he whispered after a few minutes.

- "Don't worry, honey... we all have problems with our mothers"- and I meant it- "My mom hates my job, and we don't really talk much."

- "Really?"- somehow, he was shocked- "I thought she was proud of your accomplishments."

- "She hates this job. She divorced my dad because of the long crazy hours. She keeps saying I am never going to get a real relationship or a normal life if I am in the FBI."

- "We don't have an everyday life; she is a little right about it."- Reid smiled at me- "My mom hates my job too."

- "Why?"

- "She hates... the FBI and the government."

- "No shit!"- I heard him chuckle from his book, and finally, he looked at me.

- "Yes... so I guess she ain't thrilled I'm in the bureau."

- "I am sure she is proud of you. You are her only child, right?"- he nodded, and I grabbed another book. He did the same. He gave each word we shared a lot of thinking. That wasn't weird at all, but that day I felt he was struggling with something.

- "Mom taught me to love books. She used to read to me every day since I was born. I loved to hear her bringing each story to life. Margery Kempe, Thomas Malory, or Henry Bradshaw."- he made a pause and smiled sweetly- "I have unforgettable memories with her growing up..."

And there it was, the sad look in his eyes that kept telling me there was something else there he wasn't sharing.

- "What is it, honey?"- I whispered and rubbed his arm softly. He gulped and looked around. When he noticed no one was near us in the aisle, he took a step closer to me and whispered.

- "She has schizophrenia... she is a patient at the Bennington Sanitarium in Las Vegas."

His voice was such a whisper, I barely heard him. But I did, and my heart shrank. He stayed still, just moving his eyes from the book to mine. I felt the urge to hug him. So I did.

- "Sorry,"- I whispered as soon as I realized he wasn't moving 'cos he hated being touched, and I had just forgotten it.

- "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."- but he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I guess he needed a hug after that revelation.

We had a coffee, and he told me everything about her. How she had left his medication when she found out she was pregnant. How the illness advanced quicker every year as he grew up, until his father left them when he was nine 'cos, he couldn't (or wouldn't) deal with Diana anymore. And Reid was the one in charge of everything.

I couldn't imagine ten years old Spencer dealing with a schizophrenic mother, bullies in school, and all the responsibilities of being a genius. I would have collapsed with half of that burden. He had told me how bad things had been for him in school. But when you add his mother's illness, the equation is hard to solve. I don't know how my friend had managed to become such a functional grown-up.

- "Did you know that schizophrenia is genetically passed?"

We were sipping our third cup of coffee when Spencer delivered those words. I raised my eyes and looked at him, not knowing what to say.

- "Symptoms usually start between ages 16 and 30- he added with the saddest eyes I have ever seen."

- "And you haven't shown any, so far you are going great"- I know I didn't choose my words wisely, but I honestly was struggling to find the best way to answer.

- "Yes, well, men tend to experience symptoms earlier than women."

- "You are going to be ok, honey."

I looked at his hand and nearly held it but stopped myself, knowing it would freak him out. I had already hugged him. I didn't want to overwhelm him.

- "Thank you"- he whispered and sighed- "And thank you for..."

- "We should stop thanking each other for being friends"- I grinned and watched his eyes shine- "Just promise me one day you will introduce me to your mom. She has to be the best person to talk about literature on earth"- and finally, he smiled.

- "I promise I will."

When Mrs. Reid walked into the bullpen area, Spencer and I were making coffee. It was pretty late, and we were all tired. We still had no idea where Rebecca was, our missing kid. We didn't know who the unsub was yet. Elle was still in surgery, and Gideon was with her at the hospital. JJ and Morgan were in Virginia looking for information about the unsub. Hotch was on his way back to Quantico. And yet still, none of us ever complained about being exhausted. We had to keep going.

- "That's why you are so skinny, too much coffee."

Reid heard Diana's voice and nearly jumped. He turned around, dismissed the officials, and smiled at his mother. I stayed still, waiting for my coffee and making my best not to make a big deal out of the fact I was about to meet my best friend's mother.

At that point, I think I had already faced the fact Spencer was my best friend. He was the person I was with almost 24/7, and it didn't really bother me. If we had met outside the BAU, I'm sure we would have been friends as well.

- "You know I hate flying"- Diana was severe. She looked awkward and uncomfortable around the officials. I remembered Reid said she hated his job, and I remembered hallucinations are prevalent in schizophrenia. If she thought she was arrested, maybe Diana had a delusion of persecution. After all, Reid had said she hated the government.

- "I know, I'm sorry."

- "Then why did you get those fascists to arrest me?"- Spencer chuckled, and I bit my lips as I turned around and finished making my coffee.

- "Mom, they are not fascist, and you are not arrested. I'm trying to protect you."

- "By forcing me to do the thing that frightens me more than anything else?"- he stayed quiet and took a deep breath. I guess he wasn't ready to deal with having his mom there. I noticed Diana's eyes on me and cut her a short smile, waving, making my best effort to look friendly. She waved back, looking scared.

- "Come here. There's someone I want you to meet."

Spencer point of view

The day the whole team found out about my mom's disease was one of the hardest I had ever lived in the BAU. We were working in probably the most complicated case we had had so far, and we were under an unbearable amount of pressure. Knowing mom could be a target made it all even worse, if possible.

I couldn't concentrate the whole time I knew agents were taking mom from Las Vegas to Quantico. I kept walking around the conference room, staring at the board, trying to be useful for the team, but all I got was... nothing.

- "Come on, honey, let's get a coffee."- (Y/N) whispered and led the way to the kitchenette, knowing I was struggling. She was making her best to find a way to help me under those circumstances. There we were when mom arrived. I nearly jumped when I saw her, guilt, relief, fear, and happiness mixed inside of me at the very same time.

I walked to her and tried to calm her down. We didn't hug, and she didn't kiss me. She just held her purse tight, like it was the only thing that could keep her safe and sane at the minute, and stared at me, not getting what was going on. Mom looked around, trying to absorb the surroundings and trying to find a threat. And that's when she waved. I turned around and saw (Y/N) waving at her with a shy and warm smile.

- "Come here. There's someone I want you to meet."

I walked to my friend and took a deep breath. Yes, I was scared, 'cos those were two sides of my world that never, ever before, had collided. And I didn't know what was going to happen, mostly because my mother's behavior was always unstable.

- "Mom, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She is my best friend. We work together."

They shook hands. That was already a good sign for me.

- "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Reid."

- "Spencer has told me a lot about you"- oh shit!- "Try to make him eat real food from time to time- I closed my eyes and stood in the middle of the two."

- "We'll have time to talk later. Right now, mom, I need you to see something."

Having my mother in the BAU is by far the weirdest thing that had happened to me until that day. The fact she knew the unsub made me feel worse. She could have been a target just because I had told her too much about my job.

I had never felt more guilty about anything in my entire life. And all because I had written her letters to attenuate the blame for not spending time with her.

I showed her a tape with the unsub's voice, and she nearly fainted. She knew the guy, and she realized she had told him everything he knew.

- "He spoke of a Rebecca."

Mom was in shock as she kept telling us all about Randall Garner, the man she recognized as our unsub, who had kidnapped his own daughter, Rebecca.

- "More in the abstract, I really thought she was a metaphor, not an actual human being."

- "A grail"- I was thinking out loud. Mom looked at me and nodded- "He believes he is the fisher king."

Morgan and JJ walked into the room that second. (Y/N) and Garcia were already there with me. And they had been the nicest with my mom. Penelope had given her all the cookies she had, and (Y/N) had been at her most soothing behavior.

Mom trusted her from the first moment, and somehow, she found comfort and safety with her. Was it because she was a girl? or because I had told her all about her? I had written about the rest of the team in my letters, but she didn't have the same reaction around Penelope.

- "Who thinks he is the fisher king?"- Morgan asked and looked at us, confused.

- "Randall Garner, our unsub."- I explained and avoided looking at them. I turned to (Y/N), and she cut me a short reassuring smile. She knew I was still too tense to think straight.

- "He believes you are all modern-day knights of the round table,"- mother pointed out, as Derek and JJ frowned, baffled. Right... they didn't know who she was.

- "Uh... Derek Morgan, Jenifer Jareau, this is my mother, Diana Reid."

I walked over and stood next to her. I could feel her body tensing as the rest of the team walked in.

- "Your mother?"- Morgan asked, surprised, as I nodded- "Ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you."

- "So, where are we on finding this son of a bitch?"- Hotch walked into the room so upset. I don't think it helped my mom to feel safer. (Y/N) turned to her and moved a chair closer, inviting her to sit with her. I thought mom was going to refuse, 'cos she was being wide alert and over vigilant, in case of any danger. But surprisingly, she accepted, sat next to my best friend, and I stood behind them to keep her close.

It was dark when I walked into the unsubs house with Morgan and Hotch, along with a SWAT team. But my head wasn't entirely there. It was back at the bullpen, with mom and (Y/N), who stayed back taking care of her. Mom was writing her journal when I left, and (Y/N) was sitting near, checking some databases with Penelope. It was a strange scene to behold. But somehow, heartwarming.

Garner was on the second floor, hidden in his studio. Morgan wanted to get in, but considering the unsub knew my mother, I thought maybe I could intercede to find Rebecca before anyone was hurt.

- "Mr. Garner, my name is Spencer Reid. You were at the hospital with my mother... I think she might have confused you. All we want to do is help Rebecca; that's precisely what you want, that's why you sent us the puzzles."

Morgan and Hotch looked at me like I was crazy. It hurt to know after all the time I had been on the team, they still didn't trust me.

- "Ask the question,"- Garner said from his studio, and everybody turned to me with a confused gaze.

- "There is no magical question, Mr. Garner."- I answered and whispered to everybody- "He believes if I ask him the right question, it'll heal all of his wounds."

- "Do you know the question?"- Hotch was honestly hoping I could say yes, but no.

- "I know what he wants. I'm gonna move to where he can see me."

- "Reid! No!"- my teammates commanded, but I ignored them, left my gun, and slowly walked down the hall.

- "Fall back!"

Garner kept commanding me to ask the question, and I kept telling him I was an FBI agent, the son of Diana Reid. Of course, the man was so insane he didn't understand it, he didn't believe me.

- "If you want the grail, you have to ask the question."

- "She is not a grail! She is your daughter. Her name is Rebecca."

- "My daughters died in a fire, and my son, and my wife."

- "Rebecca lived."

- "No, your mother, she explained it all to me."

- "My mother is a paranoid schizophrenic who'd forget to eat if she wasn't properly medicated and supervised!"

I shouted the truth and felt some sort of relief on my chest. I don't know if I did it so Garner could hear me or if I was just sick and tired of hiding it. I know neither Derek nor Hotch knew, but it was about time. I know it's hard for me to share many things about my life with people, but I spent my whole day, weeks, months, and years with them. I think it was the right thing to do.

When I finally reached Garner, I saw him sitting by his desk, holding the trigger of a bomb that was wrapped all around his body. I asked Derek and Hotch to wait downstairs with the rest of the SWAT team, but they refused to move from their spot. I didn't want to upset Garner by announcing the bomb, though things didn't end up so well with him.

- "Ask the question."

- "There's only one question that matters, Mr. Gardener, can you forgive yourself?"- I swear, I thought it was going to work.

- "I couldn't save them"- he whispered with pain and remorse.

- "If you tell me where she is, you can save Rebecca now, tell me here Rebecca is."

- "You already know, I sent your mother the map."

- "What map?"

That's when I realized things weren't going to end well and started to take a few steps back.

- "Can I forgive myself?"- Mr. Gardener whispered and looked right into my eyes- "No, I can't."

And as soon as I heard those words, I started running. A few seconds later, he triggered the bomb, and the explosion pushed me to the ground. Derek extinguished the fire that had reached my pants, and he and Hotch dragged me to the first floor.

- "What the hell was that?"- and he was mad.

- "He had a bomb"- not my brightest answer, I must say.

- "You didn't think we needed to know that?"- Morgan shouted in my ear.

- "I told you to go downstairs,"- I argued, knowing there was no way I was going to win that fight.

- "Well, you never said bomb!!"

The whole house was on fire, smoke choking us, but still, we managed to find Rebecca hidden in the basement and took her out on time. She was safe, and that was all that mattered. In this job, saving an innocent victim is what matters.

When we reached the BAU again, and JJ assured us Elle would be ok, I sighed, relieved. But soon, I noticed neither mom nor (Y/N) was anywhere to be seen.

- "Thank you all,"- Hotch said as he walked away.

- "Well, we could have only gone so far without Mrs. Reid,"- Garcia whispered and smiled at me.

Yes, that felt good. Somehow, the fact my teammates knew a little more about me and that they were supportive about it made me feel like I belonged there.

When I walked into the conference room, mom wrote her journal, and (Y/N) was reading next to her. There was a comfortable silence between them, and they both smiled when they saw me, making my heart beat faster. I tried to explain to mom we had solved the case and that she had helped save a young girl's life, but she didn't get it. Instead, she asked if it was lunchtime. She wasn't there; she thought she had to teach a class. (Y/N) looked at me and tried to comfort me with a short smile.

After the day we had, I couldn't feel anything but happy to see my mom was safe, even when her head wasn't in the right place. So I played along with her, asked her to attend her class, and earned one of her biggest smiles. She hadn't smiled like that to me in ages. I guess because I haven't been with her in a long, long time.

Mom was freaking out about flying again, but I had to take her back to the hospital, and the fastest way to go was flying. Strauss had been nice enough to let us borrow the jet, considering mom had been essential assistance in the case.

- "I don't want to do this, Spencer."- she groaned as we stood outside the plane- "You want to kill me, don't you?"

- "Mom, come on, it's just five hours, and we'll be together. Nothing is going to happen."

- "I can't believe this, I refuse to do it!"- and man, she was mad.

- "Mrs. Reid!"- (Y/N) ran to us and waved- "Mrs. Reid! You forgot this!"- she held one of her journals, and mom quickly grabbed it from her hands.

- "Where did you find it?"

- "You left it in the conference room. I'm glad I got to you on time! I thought you had already left."

- "No, mom doesn't want to..."- I made a pause, trying not to make her even madder at me- "She doesn't feel comfortable flying."

- "That apparatus is a coffin with wings."- mom argued, and (Y/N) chuckled.

- "Did you know driving is more dangerous than flying?"- my best friend tried to soothe my mom's nerves- "There are more than 5 million car accidents compared to 20 aviation accidents."

I looked at (Y/N) in awe. There she was talking statistics. She just smiled at me, excited to be of any kind of help.

- "Yes"- I added- "Per 100 million miles pits driving's 1.27 fatalities and 80 injuries against flying's lack of deaths and almost no injuries. Which again shows air travel to be safer."

Mom stared at us in silence and shook her head frenetically. I tried to hold her hand, but she grabbed her bag and journal tightly and refused to even look at me.

- "You come with us"- it wasn't a request, mother commanded (Y/N) to join our trip.

- "No, mom"- I felt embarrassed by her behavior, even if (Y/N) coming along wasn't a bad idea. It could help to have her around. Mom seemed to like her.

(Y/N) looked at me with an interrogative look in her eyes. I smiled at her and shook my head.

- "It's ok, I can go alone."

- "I wouldn't mind... really"- she whispered and kept her eyes in mine. I know my heart skipped a beat that second, and I held my breath. Honestly, I don't think anyone had cared about me that much before.

- "Really?"- I whispered and stayed still. I couldn't move. She just nodded and looked around.

- "I just have to grab my go back from my car. Are you coming back right away, or are you staying over?"

- "We would go back right away. But it would be ten hours on a plane. Are you sure you want to do this?"

- "If you don't mind sharing books, sure."

And that's when I realized I had never had anyone like her in my life and that I would do whatever I could to keep her in it. I couldn't lose her. Ever. That was scary because most of the people I had cared about so far had left me, one way or another.

Her phone rang, and her whole face changed.

- "It's Hotch"- she announced- "Hello... yes... no, I'm still here, I'm with Reid and his mom... really? now?"

I frowned and looked down, overhearing her conversation with our boss. It was clear something had happened, and she had to go.

- "What is it?"- I asked her, biting my lips.

- "Hotch wants me to drive Elle home and put an eye on her tonight"- I nodded and sighed.

- "That's ok. She needs you."

- "I'm sorry, Mrs. Reid, I can't go with you today,"- she apologized to my mom, showing an honest concern about her, which melted me and made my stomach flutter.

- "But I can drag Spencer to visit you as soon as we've got some free time, and you can continue the lecture we had to pause earlier today."

- "That sounds lovely, dear."- she answered, and I wide opened my eyes at her words. Was mom adorable with someone? Yes, she was.

- "Thank you so much for coming to help us with the case"- they held hands and smiled at each other- "Have a nice trip."

- "I can assure you, it won't be nice, not if I have to get into that thing."

- "Just a few hours, mom, then you'll be back in the... hospital."

I felt so guilty just to say those words, but a part of me knew that was the best for the two of us. I waved at (Y/N), and she smiled at me.

- "Please call me when you land, honey"- I could only nod at her and started walking.

- "I like her,"- mom whispered and winked at me- "Don't let her go."

(Y/N)'s point of view

My friends hated my job. All of them. Lu was the only one who supported me completely. Not even Paul liked the idea of me being at the BAU. He didn't even ask about my day at work, and slowly, our relationship started to fade. We didn't look like a couple anymore. We didn't even have sex anymore. But neither of us took the first step to end it all. So, we just continued to roll the same way for a few more months. It really wasn't that bad. We didn't even see each other so often either. My job never let me.

- "Are you kidding me?!"- Mikey was mad. He was yelling at the other side of the phone- "I've seen you twice in the last eight months! Ever since you are a Fed, you don't have time for us! It's fucking July already! And we didn't even have our annual barbecue this year!"

I was in Denver with the rest of the team, trying to find, yet again, a serial killer. And my best friend couldn't believe I wasn't going to be there for his show.

- "I'm so sorry, I'm still at work, and until we don't get the guy who is killing all these women, I won't go home."

- "I never see you anymore!"

- "I know."

Spencer turned to me and frowned. We were at the police station, it was almost midnight, and I refused to leave until we had at least little more progress on the unsub's profile, but so far, we had nothing.

- "I hate your job."

- "Please don't do this,"- I whispered and walked outside the room- "I really need your support, Mikey."

- "But I miss you. The guys miss you. Frank thinks you are mad at us."

- "Emo as fuck, as always"- I tried to joke, but I know Mikey didn't find it funny, he was upset, and when he got angry, it was hard to change his mind.

- "It's the third show you miss since you got this job."

- "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

- "How?"

I had no idea how to do it, but I knew my friend had to understand I wasn't there, not because I didn't want to, but because now I had a job that requires my full time and mind. I wasn't playing in a band and riding my longboard anymore. Now I was saving lives.

- "As soon as I get back home, I'll make you Frank and Lu a delicious dinner in my place. We can stay watching movies all night long if you want, and I'll have so much beer in the freeze, you are going to need another stomach to fill."

Finally, Mikey chuckled.

- "You better deliver, 'cos you have a lot of weeks of hanging out to make up for."

- "I swear, Michael James, you are gonna love me again."

Spencer furrowed his brows and kept his eyes on me when I walked back into the meeting room.

- "Everything ok?"

- "Yes"- I nodded and smiled- "Just an upset friend annoying me 'cos I can't be home"- Hotch raised his eyes to me but didn't say a word.

- "Paul?"- Reid's voice was like a whisper. It made me think maybe he was scared to bring him up.

- "No, he is already tired of asking, so... more coffee?"- everybody nodded, and I turned around and walked to the kitchen.

- "Do you need a hand, pretty girl?"- Morgan asked and tapped carefully on my back.

- "Sure do, start making coffee while I get more clean cups"- I opened a shelf and grabbed the sugar- "I hope there's enough here to keep Spencer awake."- Derek chuckled and looked at it.

- "I surely doubt it."

- "I'll steal a donut from the fridge then"- I opened it and looked for any sweet that might make him happy.

- "How's everything with your boyfriend?"- I heard Morgan ask, and I just shrugged in response, not giving the question much importance- "Guessing it's not ok."

- "I don't know what it is anymore. I get now why everybody in this team is alone... I wonder how Hotch manages his personal life with this job"- Morgan chuckled and turned to me. I grinned and started pouring coffee on the cups.

- "You've handled it very well, pretty girl."

- "Thank you."

- "I've seen you grow a lot these last months"- I bit my lips and tried not to make my smile too evident. I was happy to hear those words. Morgan has always been someone I admire and look up to, even when he can sometimes be an asshole. He is my friend, one of my closest friends, and one of the best SSA I've ever known.

- "I've tried to do my best."

- "Keep doing it then, and maybe when we are back home, we can go and get some drinks with the team to celebrate your good work."- he smiled, and I reciprocated, excited with the idea.

- "Derek Morgan, I won't forget it. We have a team date now. I'll tell the guys."

- "If you manage to drag Reid along with you, I'll pay for all of your drinks."

- "Why wouldn't he come along?"

- "'Cos he is not the bar kind of guy."

I frowned, thinking maybe Morgan wasn't someone Reid would like to go to a club with. I mean, Derek was always going to leave with a girl, and Spencer was always going to be shy.

Was he? Yes, of course, he was. I couldn't picture my friend picking up girls in a bar with cheesy lines like Morgan always did. He wasn't that kind of guy, and I loved that.

- "Coffee for all my dears, plus a stolen donut for my honey bunny,"- I announced as I reached the table, and Spencer's cheeks burned right away. Everybody looked at us with widened eyes, shocked by the nickname. And all I did was to chuckle.

- "Did I hear that right?"- Garcia asked. She was on speaker talking with the team.

- "Yes, you did. You are not the only one using loving, weird nicknames in this team anymore."- I sipped my coffee and looked at everybody- "So, where are we on the geographic profile?"

- "Right!"- Spencer nearly jumped at my questions and started talking- "The unsub's hunting area is entirely untraceable. So far, he has picked his victims in three different city points that aren't connected."

I could feel Gideon's eyes burning my scalp as Reid kept talking. I turned to him and tilted my head. He fixed his eyes on mine and didn't say a word until I sighed and turned around, back to Spencer. I was sure Gideon didn't like me much. Why? I had no idea. He was too hard to read, or I was such a bad profiling him.

- "You are really sweet with Spence."- JJ said from her bed. We were sharing rooms that night. It wasn't always like that, but our budget was sometimes a little tight, or most of the rooms were booked. That was the case that trip.

- "Yeah, he is a good friend."- I answered and didn't look from my book.

- "The kid is adorable,"- she added, and that forced me to look at her. I could feel there was something else she wanted to say. So she continued.

- "I mean, he is like my kid brother, and he is a very complex human being..."

- "Aren't we all?"- I tried to continue reading, but I knew she was going to keep on talking.

- "Yes, but Spence, he doesn't open up with most people, and it seems it was easy for the two of you to get close."

I closed my book and looked at her. She was going through some files, trying not to make eye contact. I waited a few seconds in silence in case she wanted to add something else. But she didn't.

- "JJ, are you jealous?"

- "What? No!"- she sounded honestly surprised, but at the same time, her voice told she was full of it.

- "Then? what is it? 'cos that tone of voice is telling me something is bothering you."

- "No, no!"- she shook her head- "Don't say that! I'm not jealous. I just... think it's great that you are so close. Spence is never so intimate with people."

- "Were you his best friend before I got here? Is that why you are jealous? 'cos I am not trying to get in the middle of anything"- I remembered Morgan had told me something about it a few weeks into the job, how Reid and JJ were real close until I got there, and we became inseparable.

- "(Y/N), I am not jealous. I'm just surprised he has opened up to you so fast. I mean, you even got along with his mom."

I swear to god 'till this day, I am sure Jennifer Jareau was jealous.

I left my book aside and sat straight on the bed. JJ looked at me and smiled, probably trying to ease the mood. I wasn't mad or anything, but she was uncomfortable. Bad news: she didn't manage it so well for a liaison, I must say.

- "Well, Reid and I have a lot in common. You know we are both nerds."

I wasn't lying, and she chuckled at my words 'cos she had seen us being a couple of geeks together, talking hours about science-fic movies and series.

- "That's why I'm happy you came along, I mean, he was kind of lonely, and you are really like him... "

JJ made a pause, and after a few seconds of getting her ideas together, she said.

- "I still can't believe he can do this job. I mean, he is too nice, too innocent..."

- "Are you serious?"- I hated every word she had spoken.

- "I mean, I'm not even in the field with you, but I can't understand how Spencer does it. He is so sensitive and at the same time so shy."

That comment made my blood boil in a second, 'cos it was precisely what Reid feared the most: that people thought he wasn't good enough, tough enough, that everybody thought he was a kid. I hated when the team treated Spencer like a child. I hated it because I knew it hurt him, and he was never going to face it.

- "Reid kicks ass"- I interrupted her, and my voice may have been a little harsh. - "Sure, he is young. Still, he is my age, and he has proven to be a fantastic agent. He is not just the brain. He can manage to catch a killer, get confessions, kill an unsub!"

- "I know, (Y/N), calm down"- JJ opened her eyes, surprised by my reaction. I hadn't been severe or mean, but I guess my words came out a little more passionate than I meant to.

- "I'm just trying to say he is not your typical FBI agent."

I guess he was not, but the team always made it sound like they thought Spencer was weak. And he was so much stronger than they thought. You can't be soft growing up with a schizophrenic mother, an absent dad, dealing with bullies every day, or being the only 14 years old in college. People never thought about that, they just believed what they saw, and they saw a young, skinny man with still some innocence left in his eyes. That wasn't bad, but it wasn't all.

- "I just think people treat him like a kid, and he is not."- I tried to explain in a calm tone of voice. And I could have continued talking if it hadn't been for my phone. It was Paul.

- "Excuse me"- I put on a hoodie and picked up, walking out of the room, leaving JJ a little nervous and confused with our conversation.

- "Hey,"- I whispered as I walked down the hall- "How are you?"

- "I'm ok, you? How's the case?"

- "Hard... we barely have any lead and three bodies already... it's sad to think that guy has to get another victim to catch him..."

- "You are gonna get him, babe, I'm sure"- I know I smiled, surprised. It's not that Paul hated my job; he just wasn't usually so supportive of it.

- "And when you come back home, we could go out on a date"- that was even more surprising.

- "Really? What do you have in mind?"

- "I don't know, maybe skateboard to the park, look for that burger truck you loved... whatever you want to do, babe."

I know he was trying, but somehow I felt I didn't want to try so much. However, I was moved by the gesture, so I giggled (an honest expression of happiness) and agreed.

- "It's a plan."

When I walked back into the room, I made my best to be friendly, and cut JJ a short smile - similar to Spencer's frog face - and got back into my bed. I didn't want to argue with her or anything like it. And I knew I had gotten way too agitated with our conversation earlier. So it was better to take a deep breath and play it cool.

- "Boyfriend?"- she asked with a short smile

- "Yeah, he wanted to plan a date when we are back home"- I played my "nice (Y/N)" card and even tried to speak in a softer tone of voice.

- "So, how long have you been dating?"

- "Eight months, no wait, nine months, we started going out a few weeks I joined the BAU"- I sighed and looked at her- "It's no easy though, this job is so demanding."

- "But it's not impossible. You can date and be a good profiler if you want to; look at Hotch."

- "That guy never sleeps"- I smiled and added- "And he doesn't blink either now that I think about it, I mean, I can get that he has to be the serious one 'cos he is the unit chief, but damn! a few facial movements wouldn't hurt!"

JJ laughed at my comment, and somehow I felt a little more comfortable. A little bit of the real me slipped out in those words. And though we had a tense argument, I felt slightly closer to JJ that night.

Spencer's point of view

- "Ok, pretty boy, what's the deal?"

Morgan stepped out of the bathroom after what seemed to be the longest shower in the history of humanity. That guy takes his time in there, shaving his head, his face, and whatever it is that he does.

I saw the question coming but still didn't feel prepared to answer it. It's not that I didn't know what to say. I just knew Morgan wasn't going to let it go so quickly.

- "What do you mean?"- I kept staring at the pages of my book but could see clearly, with the corner of my eye, how Derek shook his head and sat on his bed.

- "(Y/N) called you honey bunny. What was that all about?"

- "We have a few private jokes. That's all."

- "Private jokes"- the tone of his voice let me know I had chosen the wrong words- "Since when do you have private jokes?"- I thought about it for a few seconds.

- "For the last 210 days"- I looked at my wristwatch and counted- "Actually, 210 days, 23 hours, and forty-six minutes."- my friend groaned and laid back on his bed.

- "So she has been calling you Honey Bunny for almost 211 days, and we had never heard of it?"

- "No, she has been calling me that for 93 days actually... you asked when we started having private jokes."- Morgan chuckled.

- "So you two are getting closer."

- "We are friends, Derek"- I closed the book and looked at him, annoyed- "And I don't want you to start implying things that aren't right."

- "I'm not saying anything. I'm just asking you what's going on."

- "I told you, we are friends."

- "And I'm happy for you"- Morgan was sincere. I knew he was. But that didn't mean he was done teasing- "So, you and JJ? are you going to ask her out again?"

- "No, JJ is my friend."

- "You do have a lot of friends now. Maybe you should try to get a girlfriend"- I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book again, refusing to look his way- "Fine, don't have girlfriends, suit yourself!"

- "Just because you are unable to have a close female friend doesn't mean the rest of us can't."

- "What do you mean I can't?! I have excellent female friends!"

- "Name one."

- "Garcia!"- I chuckled and shook my head, staring at the same page of War and Peace I had been trying to read for a few minutes.

- "Sure, Morgan, there is nothing wrong with your friendship."

- "Hey! just because we give each other nicknames and tease doesn't mean something is going on between us"- I looked at him and sighed.

- "My words exactly. So we are clear (Y/N), and I are just friends, and I have no feelings for JJ but friendship whatsoever"- Derek gave me an annoyed face and nodded.

- "Fine, pretty boy, you win."

I gave him a pleased smile and continued reading. At least for once, I was free from his teasing.

I felt I was full of it, anyway. You don't have a friend calling you "honey bunny" and not overthink the whole situation a little. Or a lot, in my case. I couldn't help it. She was the sweetest, the nicest, the cutest girl I had ever been friends with. And it was starting to be confusing. She treated me like a friend, but sometimes I sensed the vibe of something else, something more significant. Deeper. But I was sure I was wrong. So I let it pass.

- "Hey! honey! want a ride?"

(Y/N) caught me waiting for the elevator on my way out of the BAU. We were back from our case in Denver, the paperwork was ready, and we were free to go. I was eager to get home, make myself a nice cup of coffee, and do absolutely nothing but reading until I fell asleep.

I looked at her big smile and nodded. I was getting used to her rides back home. It was becoming my favorite way to end the day, actually.

- "Great, but I have a little detour"- her eyes sparkled at those words in excitement as if she was taking me out on an adventure.

- "Do you want to go grocery shopping with me?"- ok, not actually an adventure. Still, it was different from my original plan.

- "Do I have to?"- I pouted and closed my eyes, 'cos the idea wasn't really appealing.

- "Of course not, I can drop you off near your apartment and then go all alone... alone... so alone"- her chin quivered and gave me the saddest face she could.

- "Knock it"- I laughed at her as the elevator door opened, and we both walked in. We were the last ones to leave, except for Hotch, who - we were sure - lived in his office most of the time.

- "Pretty, pretty please, honey! I need your help."

- "Grocery shopping?"

- "Yes, I need you to help me pick ice cream flavors. You are an expert."- she smiled innocently, and I gave her the most incredulous face I could find, tilting my head to a side as I stared at her in silence.

- "I just don't want to go alone."

And that broke me. I slumped my shoulders, defeated, and walked with (Y/N) to her car. If there was something I knew very well, it was the feeling of not wanting to do something alone.

- "Besides, I want to make you a proposition, and I would be delighted if you said yes."- she added before we got into the car.

- "Other than picking ice cream flavors? I don't think I'm prepared for anything more important"- she stuck out her tongue to me and laughed.

- "My sarcastic honey bunny, I don't know how my days would be without your jokes"- and as I got into her car and sighed, tired after another long day at the BAU, I heard her say:

- "I actually want to invite you tomorrow for dinner at my house."

- "Really?"- I looked at her, eyes wide open, and she just kept smiling at me, like a kid on Christmas morning.

We had done a lot of things together in the eight months we had shared since she joined the BAU: we had been out for coffee together on the weekend 34 times already, and we had gone to the movies eight times, brunch six, book shopping ten, hanging out in her or my place watching tv and eating pizza, twelve times.... but dinner? in her house, like with a proper invitation, never.

- "Yeah, I don't want to freak you out, but I was thinking, maybe you would like to meet my friends."

- "Your friends?"- shit, I didn't know if I wanted to do that, actually.

- "Yes, they have been pretty annoying in the last couple of days, 'cos I haven't really seen them that much since I joined the BAU, so I invited them tomorrow for dinner at my house. I would love for you to join us."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if I wanted to meet (Y/N)'s friends. Not that I hated the idea, I just... hated the idea of being awkward in a room of strangers.

- "Why... Why would you like me to meet them?"- I nearly stuttered as I spoke.

- "Well, you are my friend, and they are my friends, and you are all special to me, and..."

(Y/N) made a pause and started driving. I don't know if she was trying to look for the right words to say what she wanted to say or too focused on the traffic.

- "And?"

- "Well, you have become my closest friend in the last months, and it would mean a lot to me if you met the other half of my world. I mean... you already met my dad."

- "We talked about a case"- I huffed, and she shook her head.

- "That's more than most people I know has ever spoken to him,"- she said with a sad smile- "And my friends have all heard a lot about you."

- "Why?"- I asked, confused.

- "Why did your mom hear a lot about me before she met me?"- she replied and turned to me for a second -"'Cos you are my friend, and though I can't see them often, I do talk to them, and I tell them what I do. And you are in everything I do."

I couldn't say no after those words, even when my social anxiety was already attacking every inch of my body. "You are in everything I do." I could relate to that.

And that's how that Saturday afternoon, I found myself walking out of my apartment with a bottle of (Y/N)'s favorite wine, 'cos I didn't want to get there empty-handed. And even when everything told me what I was doing was a bad idea, 'cos it would be awkward and weird, I just couldn't stop walking. It was beyond my own will.

- "Honey Bunny!! you are here!"- (Y/N) opened the door and invited me in. I took a few steps into her apartment and looked around- "You are just on time to help me cook."

- "And you friends?"

- "Running late as they usually do, come on!"- she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the kitchen- "Are you a good griller?"

- "Nope."

- "Have you ever actually tried to do it?"- I shook my head, confused- "Today, you are doing it for the first time then, honey, I need you to start grilling those burgers while I chop these jalapeños."

I nodded and looked around, confused.

- "Are you sure you wanna trust me with the food?"

- "As sure as I know you'll do an amazing job"- she smiled and handed me a tray with fresh homemade patties.

I looked at the kitchen island and noticed she had already done pretty much everything: tomatoes, pickles, sauces. She just needed to chop a few jalapeños.

- "So, tell me about your day, what did you do?"- she asked me and started looking for something on the shelves.

- "I talked with Ethan."

- "Your friend from college?"

- "Yeah, he has a big gig in New Orleans in a few weeks, and he wanted me to go see him."

- "That would be awesome! You should totally do it!"- I turned on the stove and did my best to remember anything about grilling I might have seen or read in my entire life. But I couldn't find anything.

- "I told him I would go if we didn't have a case."

- "You should. You haven't seen him in years!"- I nodded and kept looking at the pan as I heard her announce.

- "I'm gonna go change, 'cos I'm a mess. You are in charge of the kitchen now."

- "Are you sure you wanna do that?"- I shouted, already scared of messing it up, as she sprinted to her room.

- "I trust you with my life!"- she yelled back. And I know she meant it, 'cos she had done it.

Not every job makes you literally trust someone with your life. You are forced to do it being an FBI agent. That's why having a good team and people you trust it's fundamental. You need to have someone you rely on to do a good job. Someone you know won't get you killed, basically.

The bell took me from my thoughts a few minutes later. I had already managed to turn on the pan and placed four burgers on it. That was as far on grilling as I had ever gotten to.

- "Spencer! can you answer please?"- (Y/N) yelled from her room, and I stayed in shock for a couple of seconds. But again, though everything in my body told me it was a bad idea, my foot just walked to the door and opened it.

- "Hi"- I waved at the two guys and one girl that were standing in the hall

- "Hey! you must be Spencer!"- the girl shouted, excited- "I am Lucy, you can call me Lu, where's (Y/N)?"

- "She is changing"- I held onto the doorknob tight as the two guys walked in.

- "Hi, I'm Mikey,"- the tallest one said and waved as well- "(Y/N) said you don't shake hands."

- "And I'm Frank"- he was shorter and looked funny. He had a million tattoos and kept laughing out of everything the other guys said.

I have to remember I don't have to profile people when I'm not at work. But each time I meet someone new, I can't help but start analyzing their behavior.

- "Hey, nugget!"- Mikey yelled over (Y/N)'s room- "Stop getting pretty! It's just us!"

I had never heard anyone calling her names but Morgan. And Morgan called everybody names at work. This was her friend, so there was probably a story behind the nickname.

- "Are you cooking something?"- Lucy asked, and I ran back to the kitchen, scared I had ruined the patties (Y/N) had made. But no, they were still perfect. I looked around for something to flip them, a spatula... where would (Y/N) put a spatula? I opened a drawer and found one immediately.

- "Do you need help, man?"- Frank walked in and asked, but I shook my head.

- "Thanks, I just need to flip these"- and so, I did, and felt incredibly proud of myself, though it was the easiest task you could have in the kitchen. Frank nodded and opened the fridge.

- "What are you drinking? Do you want a beer?"- I was about to say no, but he stood next to me and gave me one. So I had no other choice but to thank him with an awkward smile.

- "So, you work with (Y/N)."

- "Yeah..."

- "You are the smart one. You are a Doctor, right?"- I started wondering what had (Y/N) said to her friends about me- "She talks a lot about you, I'm glad you are not the kind of awful boring fed I think she is surrounded with."

- "Frank, where the fuck is my beer?"- Mikey walked in and opened the fridge as the other guy had done before. They were clearly close to (Y/N), 'cos they walked around her house with complete familiarity.

- "Sorry, I forgot, I was talking with (Y/N)'s friend."

I could hardly consider what we were doing "talking" 'cos I had barely said anything, but I was ok with it.

- "Hey, what's up"- Mikey smiled at me, and I did my best to find anything to say, but all I managed to do was to sip my beer and nod.

- "He is the smart kid,"- Frank clarified and made me chuckle.

- "You can call me Spencer"- I managed to whisper and made my best effort not to be awkward- "(Y/N) told me a lot about you too. You are the only friends she had growing up."

Their faces lit with my words, they were proud of her, and you could see it coming from each of their gestures.

- "Yes, we met the kid when she was a mess,"- Frank said, chuckling- "We lived in the same neighborhood, the four of us,"- he added, implying Lucy, who I guessed was with (Y/N) in her room.

- "So you all went to school together?"

- "No, (Y/N)'s dad got her into an uptight private school, 'cos teachers told them she was too smart for public education"- that was new. She had never mentioned it before.

- "Be fair"- Mikey smiled at his friend and sipped his beer. I did the same and looked at the burgers. Everything was still good. Maybe I could handle grilling burgers on a pan after all.

- "She was actually smarter, I mean... we should finish college"- I snickered at those words, and both of them stared at me.

- "We are not her loser friends"- Frank tried to explain- "She just has a loser boyfriend."

- "Paul, right?"- I asked, and the two of them shook their heads.

- "You met the asshole, I presume?"

- "Yeah, I saw him once."

- "Did he talk to you?"- it was as clear Frank hated Paul, his whole body tensed just talking about him.

- "Not really, he just..."- I made a pause and realized (Y/N)'s boyfriend had never actually spoken to me the day I met him- "He just asked her who I was.... and that's it."

- "Well, we hate him,"- Frank said and looked around- We have a celebration ready for their break up, and you are invited.

Though the idea of her friends waiting for her relationship to end was a little rough, I can't say I disagreed with them. Paul was a jerk.

(Y/N)'s point of view

- "He is cute!"- Lu walked into the closet and leaned on the door- "I can see why you like hanging out with him."

- "It's not like that"- I know I blushed, but I couldn't help it- "We get along, we work together, he is my friend"- she looked at me with incredulous eyes- "Think what you want, he is just my friend."

- "Then why are you changing your shirt for the fourth time?"- I stayed still and looked at her, narrowing my eyebrows.

- "'Cos apparently, all my shirts are dirty."

- "Yeah, I can see..."- Lu pointed at all the clean clothing hanging around us.

- "Ok, ok, I'm ready. Let's go before Mikey drinks all the beer."

- "Wait! Hug me! I haven't seen you in three weeks!"- Lu wrapped her arms around me tight, so tight I nearly choke.

- "Shit, you really missed me!"

- "I did"- she let me go and smiled with such happiness I couldn't help but giggle.

- "I missed you too. I can't believe it's been three weeks!"

- "You've been busy catching psychopaths."

- "Yeah... I've got two in the living room right now."

Nothing prepared me for what I found when I walked into my kitchen. Frank, Mikey, and Spencer were laughing and drinking beer, like long-lost friends.

- "It's good to know you already got along,"- I managed to say before Frank and Mikey tackled me at the very same time.

- "You are a real person!!"- Frank yelled in my ear.

- "I am, Frank! and you are killing me!!"

- "Shut up!"

- "Shit! I thought I was never going to see you again!"- Mikey let me go and chuckled- "You look taller."

- "I wish!"

The two of them stood in front of me with silly grins, and I'm pretty sure I looked the same. I missed my friends. I had never missed my friends as much as I had done when I first joined the BAU. I was used to being with them whenever I wanted to.

- "Ok, come here, one more hug,"- I said, wrapping my arms around them tight- "Thank you, Mikey."

- "Why?"

- "You took a shower"- he chuckled and pinched my cheeks

- "That's how much I missed you, nugget."

I hated that nickname. It stuck with my friends ever since I won a nugget eating competition when I was fifteen. And I prayed Spencer wouldn't ask about it.

- "Doc, did she tell you about that nugget eating competition she won when she was a kid?"- but Frank opened his big pierced mouth.

- "He doesn't want to know that!"- I hit his arm and walked to Spencer, who smiled and nodded.

- "I actually want to know about that"- Reid wide opened his eyes and chuckled- "Did that really happen?"

- "If you tell that story, you won't eat tonight,"- I threatened Frank, and he just smiled.

- "That's ok, I won't tell him we went to a local fair when we were like fourteen, fifteen?"- he turned to Mikey to reassure our age.

- "Fifteen"- and, Frank continued.

- "Right! And we bet she couldn't win the nugget eating competition they had... and so she signed in, and not only won the whole thing, but also managed to puke the judge's table. Somehow, even the people in the first row."

I covered my face in embarrassment as I heard Spencer laughing.

- "Please tell me this is true!"

- "It is!"- Mikey nodded- "We don't know how the hell she did it, but she was like a hose of vomit, like The Exorcist, it was the most disgusting show I've ever seen... but she won"

All my friends were laughing, and I was mortified.

- "Oh, come on, nugget, it's a good story"- Frank wrapped an arm around my shoulder and placed a wet kiss on my cheek- "You've given us joy for the last.... what? almost ten years."

- "Shut up."

Suddenly I remembered why I didn't want my BAU colleges to meet my friends. Just Spencer, 'cos he actually knew the real me.

We sat to eat. Mikey, Lu, and Frank kept updating me on everything that had happened to them in the latest weeks. Texting is ok, but nothing beats talking. And shit, me and my friends talked a lot.

I was worried Spencer would get bored, but he looked like he was having fun, probably 'cos he kept laughing at every single story the guys and I kept telling.

- "Once, she came from school with her hands covered in bandages. She got home, and her hands were fucked up."- Frank was especially proud of that particular story- "Long story short, some random guy had grabbed her ass in school, and she beat up the shit out of him."

- "I've seen her fight psychopaths. She is tough"- Reid added and took a sip of coke- "Considering now she has a license to carry a gun, I wouldn't make her mad."

- "Yeah, she's scarier now,"- Lu added and stuck her tongue out to me.

- "Why don't you tell embarrassing stories about yourselves now? What do you say?"- I stood up and started piling the dirty dishes. Spencer quickly followed me, but I stopped him.

- "No, honey bunny, you are a guess tonight, so you don't have to do anything."

It was sweet how he blushed and sat down again.

- "Doc already has a nickname of his own?"- Frank asked and lit a cigarette- "Man, you really are close."

- "Shut up, Frankie,"- I yelled on my way to the kitchen- "You already got him a nickname too!"

- "She can't call people by their real names,"- Lu whispered, and Spencer chuckled- "She keeps calling me "Baby cheeks" since we were ten."

- "We call her weird names too, as a payback"- Michael James added- "I'm gonna go get another beer. Anyone wants anything else?"

He didn't actually wait for a reply; he walked with me to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

- "So, are you ready to break up with Paul?"- Mikey has always been straight forwards, but that day he was on fire- "We hate that guy. We like Doc now."

I turned to look at him, but his face was buried in my fridge looking for beer.

- "You'll tell me the fuck I have to do the day hell freezes, and I come crying at your door for help."

- "I'm just saying what the audience is thinking."

- "The audience being you, Lu and Frank?"

- "Basically"- Mikey closed the fridge and walked back to the table. I sighed and left the dishes in the sink.

I have always loved Mikey like a brother. Even when I actually have a brother. I met the little brat when we were five years old, and his family moved to the house next door. He was always my best friend. He, Frank, Lu, and I were always together growing up.

Living outside the city gave us the American dream of childhood, I guess. Lots of trees to climb, gardens to play in, bugs to catch, lemonades to drink. I don't know how many people out there manage to stay in touch with their childhood buddies as we did. It took a lot of work, it was a relationship, and you had to make an effort. But it was all worthy, especially in moments like those, when I heard them laughing in my dining room, probably telling Spencer another embarrassing joke.

- "Ok, Doc, your turn,"- Lu said and sipped her tea. We were sitting around the coffee table, drinking beer, just talking. Frank kept changing the music, excited with every song that came from the radio.

- "What about me?"- Reid blushed and looked at his hands, holding a cup of coffee.

- "Tell us more about yourself. So far, you know pretty much everything about us."

- "I still don't know what you do, actually"- Reid managed to avoid the question.

- "Engineer"- Lu raised her hands and then pointed at Frank- "Finishing his major in Psychology, believe it or not"- and finally, Mikey- "The best architect we've ever seen, as soon as he graduates"- all my friend bowed, and Reid chuckled.

- "Ok... well, there's no much to know about me."

- "How old are you?"- Frank started quizzing

- "Twenty-four."

- "How long have you been a Fed?"

- "Two years."

- "Where are you from?"- Frankie loves questioning people.

- "Las Vegas"

- "Awesome, do you gamble?"- Mikey finished his hundredth beer and tapped on my leg, smiling. He was happy we were there; I could tell by his glassy drunken eyes.

- "Actually, I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Pahrump because of my card counting ability."

I chuckled, thinking so would I if I had his ability.

- "Can we go to Atlantic City? you are not banned there"- Frank's eyes were now wide opened as he heard Reid's words- "I swear I'm gonna get you all the booze in the world, and the shrimps... and the whores if that's what you need, you just gotta gamble and make us rich."

Spencer blinked, staring at my friend, as I smacked Frank's head.

- "(Y/N)! Fuck! that hurt!"

- "You can't use Spencer's talents for evil! The guy is a hero, for Christ's sake!"- Reid looked at me, blushing, and I winked- "Besides, he's FBI; he can't do that!"

- "You are FBI too, SSA (Y/L/N)"- Lu threw me a napkin.

- "Shut up, baby cheeks."

- "And why don't you drink?"- Mikey asked Spencer, ignoring me and Lu's argument.

I guess that's something that has always shocked Mikey about people. I don't know why. Maybe 'cos we all drink a lot, except Lu, but she is a fervent supporter. She always stops us from doing crazy shit when we are drunk, like only a good friend does.

- "I don't... I have never really drunk a lot,"- Spencer tried to explain.

- "Really? Not even in high school?"- I noticed somehow Frank's question made Spencer nervous. He was fidgety and turned to me for a second. I tried to give him my warmest smile to make him feel comfortable.

- "I finished high school when I was twelve, so..."

My three friends stared at him in silence. Sure, I had told them Spencer was a genius, but I don't think they understood the kind of genius he was until then.

- "Ok, Doc, we are changing that tonight"- Frank tapped in his back and stood up quickly- "We are getting you drunk."

- "I don't think you need to do that,"- I argued, knowing Reid was uncomfortable with the idea, or with the pressure, as a matter of fact.

- "Oh! Come on, what if we play a drinking game? I'm not gonna force him to drink! I'm just saying Doc is missing one hell of an experience. Don't you want to know what kind of drunk you are? Happy? Sad? Funny? Emo?"

- "Are you sure he is majoring in psychology?"- Spencer turned to me and said, making Mikey and Lu laugh immediately.

- "I'm so sorry, you don't have to do anything,"- I reassured and moved a little closer to him- "Frank gets excited... well... with everything."

I giggled, thinking there was no way to explain the bubbly personality of my friend. Sometimes, he tries to overcompensate with excitement and joy in any kind of situation when he thinks someone is sad or awkward. I think it's a coping mechanism he has since his parents got divorced, and he saw how sad his mother was.

- "Ok, kids, we are playing "Never Have I Ever." You all know the rules"- Frank put a whisky bottle in the middle of the table, shot glasses, and another round of beer.

- "I'm out,"- Lu said right away.

- "You can play with beer sips instead of shots"- Mikey tried to convince her- "Come on, it will be fun"- and with those words, Lu accepted.

Mikey always had his ways around her. I don't know if there was a secret crush I didn't know about hidden there or what, but those two... I don't know.

- "Are you sure you want to do this?"- I asked Reid, and he nodded with a sweet smile.

- "Yeah, why not?"

- "Ok, Doc, ready?"- Frank smiled from across the table, poured the shots, and looked at us with an evil grin- "Never have I ever pee from the roof of a house."

We all looked at each other, frowning, confused. That, until Mikey grabbed the shot and drank it.

- "Fucker!!"- he punched Frank's arm as we laughed.

- "I don't wanna know!"- Lu covered her ears as Spencer and I kept laughing.

- "When? Why?"- he asked and sipped his beer. Spencer Reid was drinking beer and having fun. My job was done for the night.

- "Two weeks ago at Frank's... we were a little..."- he made a pause and looked at me- "Are you a Fed or my best friend right now?"

- "I'm always going to be your best friend. Why?"

- "'Cos I don't know if I can talk about smoking weed around you anymore"- I closed my eyes and held my head with both hands.

- "Milky, that's the silliest thing you've ever said in front of me, and you've said some stupid shit before. I don't care about your weed smoking, as long as you don't do it around me or in my house."

Frank stopped moving that second. He was about to lit a joint.

- "Oh, man! really?"- he asked in shock.

- "Sorry buddy, new rules, not my rules, but the government's... so... smoke it where I can't see you, ok?"

- "In the bathroom?"

- "Fine... but next time, make it a brownie, ok?"

We continued playing for a while. It turned out to be a fun game, after all. Until I realized Spencer had barely drunk. And my drunk self decided to change that.

- "Ok... so... never have I ever... finished high school at twelve years old"- the look in his eyes when I said that was priceless. I think he was petrified.

- "Burn!!"- Frankie yelled and poured him a shot- "Now drink it, Doc!"

- "Ok, my turn,"- Lu said and smiled innocently- "Never have I ever... killed someone."

I'm sure she had no idea. I hadn't told her other guys about it. Actually, only Spencer knew. And so, we grabbed out shots and drank them at the same time.

A heavy silence hung in the room for a few seconds. My friends looked at me in silence, scared and confused. I just nodded and cut them an awkward smile.

- "Yeah, so... it was going to happen eventually,"- I whispered and looked at my empty glass- "Maybe an extra one for the murderers on the table."

I grabbed the bottle, pouring another shot for Reid and me. I looked at him and sighed

- "Thank you, by the way"- he just nodded and drank with me.

- "Ok, this got too heavy and serious all of a sudden"- Frank can't handle sobriety that well either, so he clapped his hands and shouted- "Never have I ever kissed my best friend!"

There was dead silence around that coffee table. We all looked at each other, waiting for the one who was going to drink. But no one did.

- "Really?"- Mikey frowned, confused- "We haven't kissed?"

- "No!!"- Lu nearly yelled- "Unless you and Frank..."- they looked at each other and shrugged, to then peck their lips. I chuckled, thinking I couldn't get better friends even if I tried.

- "Oh! that reminds me: never have I ever kissed Lila Archer."

- "I hate you!"- Spencer whispered and narrowed his eyes at me as I just laughed.

- "No fucking way!!"- Frank kneeled next to Reid and starter bowing- "Dude, you are a god, I god I have said!!"

- "Drink, heartbreaker"- I poured his shot and watched him frown as the alcohol went down his throat.

- "Ok, really, I need details."- Frank said and grabbed his beer.

- "I'm not gonna give you details!!"- Spencer chuckled and shook his head- "A gentleman never kiss and tell."

- "But friends watch them kiss and can tell everything!"- I interrupted him and grinned evilly- "Let me tell you the whole story."

Spencer's point of view

I thought I was about to die when I felt someone shake my arm. I didn't know where I was, what time it was. What had happened?

- "Honey, wake up, we've got a case"- (Y/N) was in her pajamas, standing next to me. Her make-up all smeared on her face, and her hair was a mess.

- "What?"

- "JJ called, we need to..."- she stopped talking and yawned- "We need to sober up, we've got a case."

What the fuck had happened?

I sat down slowly, 'cos everything was still spinning around me, and looked at the mess we had made. I was sleeping on the couch, beer bottles all around me, and some leftover pizza we asked at two in the morning.

- "Where's everybody?"- I whispered and brushed my hands against my face in a poor and miserable attempt to wake up.

- "They left after you passed out."

- "I passed out?"

I really had no idea what had happened.

- "Listen, I'm gonna take a quick shower, then I'll take you to your apartment so you can shower, then we'll drive to Quantico, deal?"- I nodded and rested my head on the couch again.

- "Ok, just let me here for a moment."

Apparently, I had been on fire the night before, 'cos after getting drunk, Frank and Mikey tried to teach me how to ride a skate and took me downstairs. My scraped knees were enough evidence of my failure.

I had fun that night. Like I hadn't had in a long while. (Y/N)'s friends were probably the coolest guys I had ever known. Obviously, they would have bullied me in school. I guess. I don't know. That kind of thought always comes to mind when I meet someone, probably 'cos it was one of the first things I thought of every time anyone talked to me in high school and then in college.

- "My man!"- Derek tapped on my back as he walked into the meeting room- "What were you reading when you got the call tonight?"

- "Not now, Morgan"- he frowned and looked at me, sipping my coffee and then at (Y/N), right next to me, doing the same thing.

- "Are you guys drunk?"

- "What?"- JJ and Penelope almost shouted, and I closed my eyes in pain. I could feel her voice drilling my ears until it reached my brain. (Y/N) touched my arm gently and gave me one ibuprofen. Yes, she could read my mind, I'm sure.

- "The two stooges came straight from the party! Look at them!"

- "First of all, Morgan, we are not drunk"- (Y/N)'s voice was serious. She would always get like that when someone questioned her work- "Second of all, we didn't come straight from the party. We were sleeping, took a shower, drank coffee..."

- "Wait, wait, wait, little mama"- I knew precisely when (Y/N)'s mistake had been- "You two were sleeping together?"

The silence in the room was epic. JJ, Garcia, and Morgan kept looking at us in shock. I know I was blushing, but my best friend didn't even flinch.

- "You could say so, but no..."

- "I slept on the couch,"- I explained and noticed the proud smile on Derek's face.

- "We've got a double murder and a child abduction in Wichita,"- Hotch said, walking into the room with Gideon. His voice was as loud as painful. Everybody sat around the table and looked at him, but I knew exactly what would happen later.

I had never been so hungover in my entire life. Ok, I'm gonna reformulate that: I had never been hungover in my whole life, and I wasn't loving it, not when the team had to deal with a pretty hard case.

(Y/N) got me a Gatorade and stood by my side, staring at the board in silence. Hotch had been considerate enough to leave us at the police station working on the profile instead of letting us basically interact with people. Smart move, I must say.

- "I'm sorry,"- she whispered, still looking in front. I turned to her, confused. What was she apologizing for?

- "I should have let the guys go so wild last night..."

- "What? What are you talking about?"

- "You shouldn't be hungover..."

- "I'm not following you"- she finally looked at me and cut me one tiny guilty smile.

- "You are the most important profiler in this team, and you are struggling to stay awake because we partied too hard last night..."

- "As far as I remember, I was there, and you didn't force me to drink."

- "Yeah, but... I was the one saying things I knew were going to make you drunk."

And she was right about that. "Never have I ever gotten a Ph.D. in chemistry." "Never have I ever been banned from casinos." "Never have I ever read War and Peace over breakfast." She knew I would have to drink.

- "I was having fun, (Y/N), otherwise I would have left"- I knew she didn't believe me, so I tried harder to look convincing.

- "And your friends were incredible. They are pretty funny and welcoming. I usually don't get along with strangers... and usually, they don't get along with me."

- "They loved you! I swear! They are never so nice to any of my friends."

She was excited about it 'cos her eyes were shining and grabbed her phone from her pocket.

- "Look! Frankie texted, "Bring Doc to our show next week! I gotta pay the bet he won."

- "What bet?"- I didn't remember anything about any bet.

- "I have no idea... you two are now officially best friends."

Each time I remember that day, I can't stop thinking about how many ways (Y/N) had changed my life.

- "Reid"- on the way back home, Gideon called me and asked me to sit with him on the jet. I thought he was going to invite me to play chess, but no. Instead, he wanted to scold me.

- "I heard you were at a party the other night"- I chuckled and nodded.

- "Yeah, (Y/N) invited me over to meet her friends,"- I explained and was about to give him more details when I saw his face. He looked upset and disappointed. I didn't know why.

- "I thought you said she wasn't affecting your work."

- "She isn't."

- "Clearly, she is. You had never come drunk to work before."

- "It was a one-time thing, and to be fair, we were called at three in the morning. I have the right to party in my free time."

- "You should be focused on our job, we are saving lives, and if you continue this path, you'll be wasting everything you've accomplished."- he made a pause. I think he tried to be nicer or more paternal. Or, like (Y/N) would say, a little human.

- "I just need you to keep your priorities straight."

I was speechless. There was so much I wanted to say to Gideon, but I couldn't. Not only because I was so upset I knew I wasn't going to filter a word, but also because I felt petrified. He was actually treating me like a son, and that felt weird. It was heartwarming and nerve-wracking at the same time. I knew I could do whatever I wanted to do in my free time. And I knew if it had been Morgan who came straight from the party, Gideon wouldn't make it a big deal. Why me?

It didn't get better when we reached the bullpen the morning after. Five minutes after we had started doing all the paperwork we were supposed to finish by the end of the day, Gideon called (Y/N) to his office.

My heart dropped. I knew what was going to happen. And she knew it too. I could read it on her face. But yet, she smiled at me, so sweetly, telling me with her eyes, I had nothing to worry about. But I had a lot to worry about, I knew she would blame herself for anything Gideon might tell her, and the worst part was knowing she would think she deserved it. But she didn't. God! She didn't.

I stood up and tried to walk to her, but she winked and told me not to with a sweet smile. She sprinted to Gideon's and closed the door behind her back.

- "What's going on?"- Penelope whispered as she appeared behind my back with a box of cookies. It was like she could feel when something was wrong, 'cos she always showed when she was needed the most.

- "I don't know"- I lied and kept looking at the window in Gideon's office. I couldn't see anything, but yet, I couldn't move my eyes.

- "Is Gideon mad at her?"- I shrugged, lying again- "Is it because you were drunk at work?"

- "I wasn't drunk! I was hungover!"- she turned to me and smiled

- "Poteito, potato Reid"- she sat next to me and stared at the window with me for a second. I tried not to tell a thing and look as neutral as possible, but I knew it was impossible. Garcia always knew better.

- "She won't get in trouble. It's not her fault you can't handle drinks"- I wanted to smile, but I just couldn't.

- "I can manage my drinks"- I could feel her frowning at me, holding the laughter- "It was just... a lot."

- "Did you have fun?"- I nodded and smiled- "That's good. You deserve to have fun."

- "I learned how to skateboard"- I was actually proud of it, so I even showed her my scrapped hands and elbows.

- "Wow! that's awesome! who taught you?"

- "Frank, one of (Y/N)'s friends"- I answered casually and turned to Gideon's office again.

- "You met them? I need to know everything! She is way too private! What are they like? Were they nice?"- did (Y/N) want the team to find out more about them? I knew it was about time, but I didn't know if she wanted me to say anything.

- "They are nice."

- "And skaters? wow! are they hot?"

- "How would I know?"- I looked at Garcia, confused, and I could tell she wanted me to continue talking.

- "They were two guys and a girl. The three of them are her childhood friends, Lu, Mikey, and Frank. They were all very friendly to me. (Y/N) cooked dinner, we had way too many beers, played drinking games... it was fun."

I kept trying to make it sound real casual, but it had been one of the best nights of my life. What a loser, right?

When (Y/N) finally left Gideon's office, her face was red, but she walked casually back to her desk, sat behind it, grabbed a file, and started working. She didn't even make eye contact with me.

I looked at Gideon's office. His door was closed. You didn't need to be a genius or a profiler to know that conversation hadn't been pleasant. I opened one of my drawers and looked for my emergency candy stack. Yes, I had one. I still have one. It helps to go through the bad days, especially (Y/N)'s bad days.

- "I thought you might need one of these, "- I whispered and left a Snickers on her desk. She chuckled and sniffed.

- "Thank you, honey... I mean, thank you, Reid"- I frowned, confused, and kneeled next to her. Her eyes were filled with tears, and I could tell she was making her best not to cry.

- "What happened? are you ok?"

- "Yeah, I'm ok... you should go back to work"- she wiped off the one single tear that ran down her cheek and smiled at me.

- "We have a lot to do before we go home"- she was right, but that wasn't enough reason to make me move from her side.

- "What did he say?"

- "Nothing, nothing, don't worry. I'm just silly and emotional over nothing, really."

(Y/N) is an incredible liar. Still, that day, she was doing a lousy job. I frowned and held her hand, rubbing my thumb against her skin. I didn't do it often; actually, I don't think I had done it more than twice before. I could feel Morgan and Penelope looking over us from his desk, but I didn't care.

- "It doesn't matter what he said, you are my best friend, and I'm not gonna let anything get between us, not even this work, ok?"- she bit her lips and nodded.

I wanted to hold her and kiss the top of her head, but I only managed to rub her hand with my thumb for a few more minutes, looking at her eyes, doing my best to comfort her. There were a lot of things I wanted to tell her that minute, but none of them seemed to leave my lips. So I just stayed quiet, and she stared at me in silence as well.

- "Come on, Reid. It's time to work"- she finally whispered. I just nodded and stood up.

- "Hey, do you think you can give me a ride home tonight?"- she smiled back at me, and I held her hand for a second longer before I moved from her side. Gideon was looking at me, and I didn't care. He said I had to keep my priorities straight, and so I did.

Everything started happening too quickly suddenly. It was like the time in my life had passed so slowly until then. And after (Y/N) came along, life was on fast forwards.

Four-month came and passed ever since Elle's attack, and she was back into the team, though she didn't look ok at all. I could read it on her face every second of every day. But for some reason, everybody pretended like it wasn't happening at all.

For a team of profilers, sometimes the guys acted like they couldn't read anyone. I know we weren't supposed to profile each other, but this was common sense. I knew Gideon could see it, but he acted like everything was just fine.

Meanwhile, things with the team got a little... closer. I knew they were my friends, but I think I could start feeling a little more understood around them. Still, it was hard. (Y/N) made me feel more comfortable, though. She was letting herself loose around them too, little by little. And you could tell the team loved her. The real (Y/N).

But everything with Gideon was getting worse for her. It was odd. The closer we got, the more Gideon tried to push her away from me. We didn't let it affect our work, and let me tell you; we were all making the best we could every day in every case. But the second we caught the unsub, Jason would act like (Y/N) didn't exist.

I knew Hotch tried to talk to him out of his behavior, but we all knew that was nearly impossible. Once an idea was conceived in his brain, it would be his law and obsession. Gideon was brilliant but not flawless. I wanted to be like him, and at the very same time, I didn't want to end up like him. He wasn't a bad person, and I knew he was trying to help me, but he was utterly wronged in his personal ways.

Everything got weirder when Elle left. It was out of the blue, though once you think about it, every sign was there; we were all just too blind to see them. Sometimes you only focus on the killer and not on the victims, I guess. And at a certain point, we are all victims, sooner or later.

So Elle vanished, she hunted and killed an unsub on her own, lied about it, Hotch knew it, tried to help her. But it was useless. I think she was far gone before she actually left. She never came back the same Elle that left home before she was attacked.

More things happened those months, believe it or not, I managed to organize (Y/N)'s birthday at the BAU, and it was a hit. Yes, me, Spencer Walter Reid, threw a birthday party at the BAU. Garcia helped with the cake, JJ with some decorations, and I got her so many presents she had to ask Morgan for help to carry them to her car. It was a fantastic day. Even Gideon was nice to her.

She invited us all to her big celebration at a local bar that night. JJ, Morgan, Garcia, and I went. It was fun, 'cos Lu, Mikey, and Frank were there, and they were the friendliest people in the whole bar... mostly because Paul was also there and you could read it in his eyes, he hated me. Not just me, he hated all of (Y/N)'s friends. No wonder why Mikey and Frank wanted them to break up.

It didn't get better when Hotch called, and we were forced to leave and go back to the BAU for a case in the middle of the celebration.

- "Keep her safe, ok?"- Frankie said and tapped on my back as we said goodbye.

- "Always."

But that day was the first time I failed on my task. I wish I could say it was the only time it happened, but sadly, it wasn't.

We were after the unsub who had kidnapped three young women and forced them to kill each other to survive. He was hidden in his house, in a wine cellar, keeping one hostage. Morgan walked in first. (Y/N) followed him, and I was right behind her, covering her back. It was all clear until we reached the basement.

The unsub was holding a gun against the girl's forehead, and from there, everything escalated very quickly. Morgan tried to stop him, but the unsub was too violent too fast, like a bomb seconds before detonating. I distinctly remember asking (Y/N) to stay back, but of course, she didn't. Instead, she stood too close to the killer, trying to talk to him, and rescue the girl.

And though she unarmed him, he managed to hit her, trying to get her gun. She fought back, but neither Derek nor I had a clear shot. I was able to take the victim away from the killer, but (Y/N) ended up beat up. Of course, Morgan was the hero. He finally pushed the unsub away from her, and I just ran to hold her while he cuffed that asshole.

- "Are you ok?"- I was nearly hyperventilating and kept checking her quickly. No broken bone, a possible concussion, bruises all over her face...

- "I'm ok, honey, really,"- she whispered and stood up. I grabbed her waist and helped her walk out until we reached the ambulance.

- "How are you feeling?"- Hotch asked and looked at (Y/N), honestly worried.

- "I hope he is feeling worse"- I took off my jacket and put it on her back. She smiled at me, and the paramedic did a check-up.

- "Honey, really, I'm ok"- she turned to me and tried to calm me down, but I wasn't going to do so until a professional told me so.

- "Can you check her for concussion and internal organ damage? I don't mean to be rude, I don't wanna tell you how to do your job, but she got a few punches on the lower stomach, and I am concerned she could..."

- "Spencer Walter Reid, I am ok, it's just a few bruises, that's all"- I've always loved it when she calls me by my full name. I don't know why.

- "Well, that's not the point, I am taking care of you today for a change, and it's not a question."

The way she smiled at me that moment was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She held my hand and rested her head on my shoulder.

- "You always take care of me, honey... thank you."

- "I could have done better today,"- I whispered, feeling guilty for each one of her bruises.

- "No, I was stupid, you told me to stay back, and I didn't listen."

- "Are you ok?"- Gideon appeared suddenly and looked at (Y/N).

- "Yes, sir. Nothing that a few ibuprofens and a bag of ice can't fix"- she smiled at him nicely, and he... he chuckled.

You don't understand. Gideon chuckled at something (Y/N) said. That was more challenging than making Hotch laugh. I decided to take that as a good sign. Maybe they could get along after all. Maybe. I hoped so.

I guess Elle's departure did something to the team. It brought us closer. No matter what everyone else said. The fact one of us could literally vanish from the face of Earth from one day to another made us all think. Think of what we were doing and why. The fact we could all get hurt each time we were out in the field. I guess at a certain point at the BAU, you realize you could die on a case. That's it. You might never come back from an assignment.

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