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spencersties · 1 year

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Willing Closeness - S.R.

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A/N: I was thinking about that "I'm not sharing with reid" room thing from 5×21 this morning and I wanted to write a little drabble but it somehow turned into a whole ass one shot.

Content/Warnings: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, fluff, some angst if you squint and tilt your head to one side

Word count: 840

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you and spencer had gotten along as well as oil and water for the few months that you had known him. neither of you understood why, but for some reason, you just couldn't be in the same room together without getting on each other's nerves. you found him infuriating most of the time, and if his constant quips were any indication, he felt the same way about you.

him getting shot didn't help matters. he was constantly putting himself in unnecessary danger. you just didn't understand how a man with such a high IQ acted so irrationally. you had almost lost your shit when you found out he had travelled without being cleared, it was almost like he wanted to get himself in trouble.

now that he was pretty much healed and back to putting himself on the wrong end of a gun barrel, you were closer to snapping than ever. you got the urge to stand in front of him any time you came face to face with an unsub.

so when night rolled around on a case where the killer seemed to hunt at night and you still hadn't caught them, you were more than ready to do whatever was necessary to make sure spencer didn't do something dumb again. if only to calm your own nerves, of course.

"I'm not sharing with reid again." came morgan's voice, and reid frowned, clearly taking some offence.

garcia quickly called dibs on derek and before you could overthink it, you spoke up, "I'll room with the doctor tonight."

confused looks came from all the members of the team, they were all familiar with you and reid's constant squabbles. however, you didn't spare any of them more than a glance, going to get the key to your room and heading upstairs instead.

but of course, of course, when you got to the room there was only one large bed in the centre of it.

you sighed and dropped your go-bag down onto the floor, running your hand through your hair. this was fine, you and spencer would just have to deal with this like the adults you both were.

a click sounded behind you, and spencer walked into the room. glancing at you and then at the bed, still sporting a look of utter confusion. his mouth opened and closed a few times.

"oh." was the only sound that managed to make it out.

"it's big enough for the both of us."

"okay."

"I'm taking the side next to the window." you expected some sort of disagreement on his part at that.

"okay." was what he responded with instead.

the rest of the night continued in the same unfamiliar manner. with you and spencer getting ready for bed in amicable silence.

after a little while, the lights had finally been shut off and the two of you climbed into the bed.

you turned away from him, grabbing onto one side of the duvet, with him doing the same, which would have usually been fine, but there was only one duvet, and spreading it out like that meant there was a gap through the middle that let the cold in.

"spencer this isn't going to work. We'll both be freezing to death before the morning."

maybe the evening had gotten your hopes up because you were expecting a reasonable response from him, but, naturally, spencer did the opposite of what you thought he would.

he turned so that he was facing your back and wrapped an arm around your front, gently nudging you so you were closer, mumbling something about how this wouldn't be necessary if you weren't such a blanket hog under his breath.

you were too stunned by his willing closeness to answer him.

once spencer seemed to deem that the two of you were near enough, he took his hand away from you. you must have let out some sort of peculiar sound at that because he spoke up again.

"sleep. I'll be fine without your constant hovering for the next eight hours."

"I don't hover." you said, probably not as defensively as you should have.

"sleep." he repeated. and surprisingly, you did. you slept better than you had in ages, not a single concern crossing your mind.

you woke up the next morning with spencer wrapped around you like his life depended on it. His legs were between yours, and his head was buried in your chest while his arms held you in place by the waist.

you absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair, still hazy from sleep, before saying his name. he hummed and pulled you tighter to him, burying his head further into you before mumbling, "stay, we can go back to bickering later."

you couldn't argue with that logic and you were going to take full advantage of having spencer where you could see and feel him.

the two of you spent that morning drifting in and out of sleep for as long as you could before having to get up and ready to go meet the team.

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artsybi · 9 months

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y'know despite the murder, i am jealous of the criminal minds universe, in which young cane users are not questioned, stared at, invalidated, or even overly acknowledged

like i understand that it was just an extension of the fact that the actor was ACTUALLY injured and ACTUALLY using a cane and probably would not have enjoyed added acted scrutiny because he probably dealt enough with it in his personal life (based on personal experience he probably dealt with a fair bit bc people irl are garbage about young cane users existing) but still, the fact that not a SINGLE PERSON ever questions spencer, ever questions the legitimacy of his need for an aid, ever questions why he's using it, god i'm so jealous

no one ever raises an eyebrow when he enters a room, no local detective ever makes a mean joke, no medical examiner ever stares at him for just a second too long, even when he does interviews, no family member or event planner EVER gives him a second look, they all just seamless accept that this member of the fbi is using a cane and never treat him any differently for it

no one mocks him! no one makes any snide remarks, no one side-eyes him when he enters a room, no one ever presses into his space and offers (read: demands) they do something for him since he's "not capable", no one questions his credentials, or his ability to do his job. everyone just accepts it as normal and continues as such. the literal ONLY DIFFERENCE in ANYONE'S treatment of him is that he doesn't go with the team when they head to the final location to grab the unsub with their guns out, which is a perfectly reasonable accommodation! and no one mocks him for that either! no one ever implies he's "missing out" and everyone keeps him in the loop during the investigation when they're doing things of that nature, so he can help put the last pieces together

just, as a young cane user myself, not only is spencer the literal first time i've ever seen someone on tv using a cane correctly (not an exaggeration, actors seem incapable of using canes correctly), and thus the first person i've ever TRULY seen that part of me in, but i just LOVE the way the show and narrative treat him in general, mostly because the way they treat him straight up DOESN'T CHANGE!! dude i fucking WISH that was my reality!!! i WISH people straight up DIDN'T CHANGE the way they treated me after i started using a cane, i fucking WISH everyone just accepted at face value the fact that i use one and then moved on and didn't mention it again

#original #i ramble #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds season 5 #cane user #disability #and i do understand that the actor was legit injured btw. i know that. and i know that's why spencer uses his cane correctly #because his actor was legit using it. but like. i fucking love that and wish more tv shows would hire disabled actors for disabled roles #feels like there's some stuff that could be learned from this ngl. season 5 spencer means SO MUCH to me #and i see myself so clearly in him #just. yeah. cane user spencer reid lives in my mind rent free #i dont care if this is coherent i dont care if my thoughts make sense im just fucking jealous

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jk-unless · 1 year

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Temporary Unit Chief Derek gave me an idea…

#ive been up to no good with eleven labs #lord forgive me #moreid #derek morgan #spencer reid #derek morgan x spencer reid #criminal minds season 5 #eleven labs

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gummy-cat-writes · 4 months

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through season 5 spencer reid is almost always wearing a hair tie on his wrist means he tied his hair up at some point and the fact that we never (to my knowledge) see this is criminal

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds spencer reid #criminal minds season 5 #i mean come on

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emiko-matsui · 2 years

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"i'm not sleeping with reid" is so funny out of context cause it can literally only be interpreted as defensive or declining

#derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds #cm #exit wounds #im not sleeping with reid #dr spencer reid #criminal minds season 5 #moreid

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hothothotch · 2 years

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𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚢𝚘𝚞 | 𝚊𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎

SUMMARY: for the past five years you’ve been working as a crucial part of the President’s Secret Service, protecting the most powerful woman on the country. But when, after a tragedy happens, you’re requested to replace FBI’s Unit Chief, you have to deal with a team that is not yours, and a skeptic Aaron Hotchner that, amongst other things, wants you to go away. [SET IN SEASON 5]

TW: canon-typical CM content (i’ll put the specific triggers on the chapters :D)

A/N: yeah, i know i promised a cute hotch x babysitter fluff, like, MONTHS ago, but this idea has been plaguing my mind since then and I was like ‘yeaaah, why not?’. also, this is my first try at an enemies to loves kinda story, so don’t hate me if it doesn’t work.

You were never a huge fan of silence — you were taught from a young age that silence predicted disaster, and the mere thought of staying in silence inside a room with someone was enough to set your nerves, hence why you always tried to have full control of the environment (not to say you were a complete control freak).

This time was no different. The silence inside Erin Strauss’ office was deafening, and screamed clearly inside your ears that a disaster was coming soon; your body seemed to have noticed that, too, since your brain had been involuntarily sending anxious messages to your feet (that were stomping non-stop under the fancy wooden table of the FBI’s Section Chief) and to your hands, that had been tapping your legs not as gently as you wanted them to be.

You took a deep breath, expecting that the woman in front of you hadn’t noticed how your chest trembled, or how your breath hitched at the movement. Shit, you thought, when did I become a frightened kitten?

Having worked for the past five years as the head of the Secret Service (the President’s Secret Service), one of the first things you learnt was to keep your anxiety at bay, since (even if you tried your hardest) there was just no way you could control your environment, just keep it as safe as possible so events like President Kennedy’s murder wouldn’t happen again.

Truth be told, it was a terrible experience, the idea of not being able to keep everything perfectly neat or the thought alone that one wrong step could cost the most powerful woman in the country’s life were enough to send anxious synapses all over your body, and for the first month or so you had trouble sleeping, your mind racing as you thought about each and every possible outcome that your irresponsibility could trigger.

You were pretty much a frightened kitten back then, but it had been five years ago. Since then you’ve been to parades, you had made sure that the President was safe, you’ve been in dinners with her — both as her security guard and her friend. You’ve sat personally with the President of the Free World and had talks about security strategies, personal life and how the country still seemed to be against the fact they had a black woman as their President (but that was a talk you never really delve deeper), and the feeling wasn’t quite as intimidating as sitting in front of the FBI’s Section Chief in a heart-stopping silence for 10 minutes.

Silence predicts disaster. And Erin Strauss was a master in keeping silence.

“Well… I have to say your resume is really impressive, Agent”.

You blinked, your mind finding it hard to bring you back from your previous unmoving and anxious state to the present, where Erin Strauss looked straight at you, her glasses on her hand and her unsettling gaze lingering on your face, studying your reactions.

No, she was studying you. Testing you to see if you were what she needed. And even if you were simply not interested in this job, it was instinct the way your body automatically straightened, your head held high as your own gaze met Strauss’; out of sudden, you were not that frightened kitten anymore, looking for a good way out of that place and regretting the moment you told President Amaya that you could deal with an FBI position — you were the woman the Secret Service molded you to be: strong, determined.

A leader.

“Yes, ma’am” you agreed, bobbing your head up and down. You’ve never been one to fake formalities — you knew you had an impressive resume, principally considering your were only 25, and whenever someone acknowledged the fact you were proud, because you have fought foot and tail to be where you were now. Blushing and saying it was nothing would be brush off the years of studying, training and working hard you’ve had all these years, “That was what put me in the Secret Service, they don’t accept anyone there. It’s the President’s life that is at stake”.

“I see” Strauss nodded, putting her glasses back on to look down at the manila folder where your documents were in, “And you have FBI training, too?”.

You nodded again, interlacing your fingers on your legs, “I joined the Academy one year before the Secret Service. I’ve done all the training, and the profiling course, but I received an opportunity to work at the Secret Service before I found an Unit I could fit in, so I took the opportunity”.

Strauss didn’t seem impressed by your statement — she didn’t seem like someone that got easily impressed at all —, instead, kept her judgmental glance on your resume, turning pages every now and again, as if looking for something she could criticize, or something exceptionally special.

You tried to keep the unsatisfied and offended look to appear on your face, your pride speaking louder as you thought that everything in your resume was special.

Suddenly your anxiety had gone off, opening space for your pride — and it had been hurt by Erin Strauss and her skeptical look.

“You know…” the blonde woman placed her glasses on top of her table, crossing one leg on top of the other as she leant against her chair, that emitted a soft ‘creek’ from the woman’s movement. She seemed comfortable, but not less formal than she had been the whole time, “With this resume and a history at the Secret Service, I don’t get why you’d want to join the FBI”.

That was a great question, and it had an even greater answer: you didn’t. You were really happy working with your old colleagues at your old job, being the head of the Secret Service and making sure that every person inside the White House was safe; it was a place you could easily administer, and you were used to your teammates. You loved your job.

But after the incident, well… it had been deemed that it would be best for you to step away from your job for a while, to prevent future accidents and (in the worlds of Madam President), for ‘your own mental healt’; you had the impression that it was merely an excuse to convince you to leave, and it wouldn’t have worked if she hadn’t take the matters at her own hands.

“You need a less stressful job” President Amaya had said, her posture was similar to Strauss’ at that moment, though her voice was soft — she was your friend, after all, “I talked with a friend at the FBI, apparently the BAU is having a hard time with their Unit Chief and looking for someone to replace him. I think you’d do a great job”.

You had no idea of how hunting serial killers was less stressful than taking the risk of being shot in the name of the President (as far as you knew, the BAU captured at least one serial killer per week), but you wouldn’t question her decision. To a certain degree, you knew Amaya wasn’t talking only as the President (someone that had to be concerned over her staff’s health and security), but as your friend; she was worried because everyone was worried, and because she knew you were worried — God, you were freaked out, anxious, going absolutely nuts — but your job always came first, and both of you knew that you were not giving up the job you loved to take care or yourself.

And that was exactly what you wanted to tell Strauss, hoping the woman would say you didn’t fit the pattern to work fill the Unit Chief position. But you wouldn’t — not because you were afraid, but because you knew it would be just a matter of time before President Amaya found another Federal Organization to put you in.

So you decided for a half truth instead, nervously running your hand through your hair, “Working for Madam President was — is an honor. But I’ve been doing this for the past five years, and I think I want a…” she sighed, trying to hide the role of her eyes, “Less stressful job”.

Strauss knitted her brows, looking at you through her thick eyelashes, “And you believe that profiling and hunting serial killers is less stressful than being head of the Secret Service?”.

“I think that hunting serial killers is less stressful than taking the risk of being shot in the name of Madam President every single day” you replied, trying to put as much honesty at it, even if it was a thoroughly built lie, “And it’s just a temporary job, for what I’ve heard?”.

“It is” Strauss nodded, crossing her arms in front of her body, “Agent Hotchner is the current Unit Chief, but he had been having some… trouble with the job, and I’ve been concerned about it. So, in order not to have the Board involved, I took the matter in my own hands”.

“He’s not being fired, though?”

“No” the woman shook her head. You noticed when she took a deep breath, her lips parted as a sigh escaped her lips, her chest going up and down slowly… she was impatient, wasted, almost worried. You just didn’t know if this worry was directed to her, to the previous Unit Chief or the whole situation, “He stepped back voluntarily, so we’re keeping him on the team. Agent Hotchner even suggested that one of his Agents, Derek Morgan, should take his place, but the decision wasn’t approved”.

You tilted your head to the side, “May I ask why?”.

“Agent Morgan is a capable Agent, and one of trust” Erin said succinctly, her feet moving nervously as she bounced on the chair, “But Agent Morgan is a member of Agent Hotchner’s team, and I can’t ignore the fact that he may be… biased”.

You nodded slowly, “And you’re also afraid Agent Hotchner’s gonna use him as a way to keep controlling the team behind the curtains”. It wasn’t a question, but the hard look on Strauss’ face was the behavioral answer you needed; the Section Chief certainly didn’t like to be questioned, “Got it”.

“Your position here is gonna be temporary” Erin changed the topic, and the way her body suddenly stiffened only made you even more sure that you’ve gotten in her nerves, “We’re looking for an specific serial killer, and he has threatened not only Agent Hotchner, but the integrity of this team. Your job is to keep them focused on what really matters: do their jobs”.

“So you want them to be neutral?” You clarified, “Not to be affected by something that’s clearing affecting them”.

“Yes” she replied quickly, “They can’t concentrate on their job if they’re constantly with their minds somewhere else. You need to put their minds back where they’re supposed to be”.

“So I’m a babysitter” you commented, finally letting your frustration show, “A filler”.

“You’re an asset to this team” Strauss corrected, passing a file over to you, “With your resume, I can’t risk letting you go. You’re gonna be of great help while you’re here”.

You nodded, your eyes lingering at the name on the file — George Foyet, open case, “And how long is this gonna take?”.

Strauss looked down at the folder she had passed you, and the answer was, once again, clear — it would take as much time as this case lasted.

God, you’d kill Amaya.

“Ok” you agreed in a whisper, grabbing the badge she had handed to you previously, your name and picture strange on that new badge, “It’s gonna be a pleasure to serve the FBI”.

Strauss gave her a small smile, “And it’s gonna be a pleasure to have you for the time being” she stood up, fixing her skirt, “Now come on, I’ll introduce you to the team”.

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