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Green Card - Ch7: It’s for Our Own Good (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: The tension between Spencer and Ana is stronger as the weeks pass, but they know nothing should happen if they don’t want to get hurt. But maybe it’s too late for that now.

Word Count: 7.1k

CW: Strong words. Discussion about Diana’s illness. Spencer is slapped across the face almost twice. Mention of cheating. Conflicted Spencer. Drunk Spencer. Let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: I would slap Spencer across the face too.

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"So we were trapped in the elevator. It wasn't a surprise I was hyperventilating, but Morgan freaking out and calling Hotch? That was new. A moment later, the doors opened, and Hotch looked at us sternly. We tried to play cool, obviously failing," Spencer finished his story while Ana couldn't stop laughing. They were walking down the street with an ice cream each one. After breakfast in the new coffee bookstore Spencer found, they spent time looking for books, and now they were on a nice walk in the park near Spencer's building.

"Do you miss them?" Ana questioned after the laughter subsided. Spencer nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, I fully understand why they left, but yeah, I miss them," Spencer confessed before focusing again on his chocolate ice cream.

"I get it. You're all very close in your team from what I noticed," Ana commented, having some trouble with the vanilla-choco-chips ice cream dripping from the cone.

"We are. Well, I have known some of them for a long time, and we spend a lot of time together," Spencer added, chuckling when he saw Ana struggling with her treat. He fished a handkerchief from his pocket to help her. Ana blushed when she noticed Spencer reaching out with the fabric.

"Shit. I must look like a child learning to eat," she complained. Spencer chuckled.

"The important thing is you are enjoying it. What matters if there is an ice cream stain or two?" Ana chuckled, taking the handkerchief.

"Thank you," Ana could stop the dripping and prevent a disaster on her clothes. "And thanks for suggesting this walk too. It has been fun."

Spencer smiled, his heart proudly swelling at her admission.

Damn! Why did he feel like a teenager?

"Yeah. Sometimes I have good ideas," he teased, looking ahead and spotting a bench where they could sit.

They sat and focused on their respective treats while chatting about what type of candies they liked as children. At some point, they went silent, and Spencer noticed the pensive attitude in Ana.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Ana hummed, contemplating what to say next.

"I don't know if it is the best way to put it, but- how often have you felt that life gives you a break from the awful things, and well, you feel happy and optimistic even though the world seems to be on fire around you?"

Spencer tilted his head to look at her, thinking about her question. Funny, he had wondered about that more than once in the past.

"Not often enough, I guess," he conceded. Ana's eyes filled with empathy. Of course, a guy with a job like Spencer's sees the world in flames daily. It's tough. "But- you know? Moments like this one are a good way to remind me that those good days exist. Needless to say, I have had a good amount of those with you in the past months," he finished with a warm smile. Was that too daring? From the blush on Ana's face, Spencer thought maybe it was. But he wasn't lying.

"Come on; you're only telling me that because I'm your wife," she joked to lighten the mood. Spencer laughed.

"Well, you are. But I'm being serious when I tell you the great woman I think you are. And I think you deserve more of those days, too," Spencer confessed, earnestly looking at her.

"Thank you. And since we are in confession mode," Ana prefaced, chuckling. "I think you are an amazing person, Spencer. And I'm glad I met you. Really," she patted his knee appreciatively.

"I'm glad too," he continued. "And happy." The last part was a slip. It wasn't meant to be said at loud, but Spencer couldn't help it. As the words left his mouth, Ana locked eyes with him. What meant 'happy'?

At that moment, something in the air changed. It was like any thought disappeared. They kept staring at each other, feeling a strange force bringing them closer and closer. Spencer's eyes darted briefly to Ana's lips, but enough time for her to notice. Ana could have died there.

Did he want to kiss her? Did he want to do it as much as she wanted?

She thought she was imagining things when Spencer subtly started to lean in. Words left her in any capacity, and the only thing she could do was mimic him. They were halfway there, feeling their breath fanning their faces. When they were about to close their eyes to savor the prohibited fruit, Spencer's phone chimed. Both jumped back immediately. Seeing Spencer didn't react and the phone still rang, Ana prompted.

"Uh. May you want to answer that," she said, shifting back on the bench and breaking eye contact with Spencer. Still dazed, Spencer cleared his throat and fished his phone from his pant pocket. He saw who was calling, and his eyes widened.

Heaven and Hell conspiring: It was Maeve.

"Maeve, hey," he answered, still looking at Ana, who nervously glanced at him and quickly averted her gaze. Why did she feel like she had been caught doing something terrible? Maybe because she was about to kiss that woman's boyfriend.

It was a short call. And Spencer mostly uttered monosyllables. But from what Ana could deduce, Maeve was in town, and they agreed to meet in an hour.

Spencer cleared his throat. He didn't know what to say or if it was prudent to address what almost happened, so he played the oblivious card.

"I think we should come back to the apartment," he mumbled. It wasn't far from there, but Ana didn't want to prolong the awkwardness, so she decided to part ways.

"You can go. I want to buy some things at the store there if you don't mind," Ana said, pointing to the opposite park corner.

"Oh. I can go with you if you want," Spencer offered. Even if he felt the tension between them, he felt bad leaving her there alone.

"No. Please. You should go. Maeve must be waiting for you."

Why did those words sound so bitterly rolling off her tongue?

Spencer didn't push and nodded.

"Okay. See you later?"

"Sure."

But they did not see each other later. When Ana came back to the apartment, Spencer was gone, and he didn't return that night or the next day.

She didn't want to give it too much thought, but her stomach knotted, just thinking this woman didn't deserve a man like Spencer.

Why not? Even if Ana didn't know her, from everything Spencer had told her and seeing how their relationship worked, she concluded Maeve wasn't giving Spencer the worth he deserved. And that made Ana mad.

Sarah questioned her about it when Ana told her about what almost happened that day in the park.

"You don't know what ensues between them behind closed doors," Sarah reasoned, making Ana scoff while washing some dishes in the coffee shop kitchen.

"Oh, bet your ass that I know. She only calls when she's in town. And the poor guy must sprint to see her. He has never mentioned a date that was not a dinner or a drink in her hotel bar," Ana recounted.

"So you think they only fuck, and that's it?"

"I don't think they do much more than that, honestly," Ana confirmed, grabbing the remained dishes to wash.

"And that bothers you?" Sarah asked as she clutched the dishes from the rack to dry them with a towel.

"Of course! I mean, what kind of relationship is that?" Ana turned off the tap and took another towel to dry her hands.

"Maybe he likes it that way. What's wrong with it?"

"In principle, nothing. It's just I think he deserves more than that."

Sarah chuckled, shooking her head in amusement.

"What?"

"I'm trying to figure out if you are jealous only because she knows what it is to fuck the guy or you're jealous because you're falling hard for him."

"What?! No! Is non of that! I mean, he can do whatever he pleases," Ana hastened to declare defensively, earning a scoff from Sarah.

"Sure. Come on, Ana. Just admit you want the guy."

Ana rolled her eyes. She knew Sarah was right, though.

"What difference does it make? Nothing will ever happen between us. It's just a friendly business arrangement. I will get my green card, and everything will be over."

"Yeah, girl, keep telling yourself that," Sarah sneered, giving her a knowing look.

Ana indeed did that. She kept repeating to herself it was pointless to think something could happen between Spencer and her.

Not Spencer nor Ana mentioned that day in the park the next time they saw each other. And things stayed more or less the same, even though you could feel the tension between them.

Using all the tools he'd learned as a profiler, Spencer managed to mask his internal battle over his feelings about Ana pretty well. Was he supposed to do something about it?

As usual, Spencer just let things take their course without further intervention.

Maeve stayed in DC longer this time, so Spencer wasn't very present in his apartment: if he wasn't on a case, he was with Maeve. So he was slowly convincing himself that this was how his life should go. Thinking something else could change things was useless, so he tried to keep his distance from Ana.

That didn't stop his mind from wandering to her as he stared out the jet window or at the ceiling at night before sleeping. But as soon as he realized what he was doing, he forced himself to think of something else.

Spencer was doing that again when his phone went off, sitting at his desk in the BAU. It was Fogarty. Had something happened?

When Fogarty spoke on the other end of the line, he told him Diana was refusing to take the medication the treatment indicated. No one could reason with her, so it would be a good idea if he could come and talk to her.

Spencer rushed to the sanatorium to see his mom. Diana was sitting in one of the armchairs in the common room, looking at the patio through a large window. Spencer moved closer to her until he was in her line of sight.

"Mom," he called her attention. Diana looked up, and her look steeled. It wasn't a usual occurrence, so Spencer knew she was pissed off. "Mom, please, talk to me."

Without saying a word, Diana stood to come face to face with her son. Her gaze continued hard with a glimmer of betrayal. Without warning, she lifted her hand and slapped Spencer across the face, a slap that resounded throughout the room, earning curious looks from the people there.

Still with his head tilted to the side, Spencer began to rub the cheek that took the impact. Embarrassment and confusion filled his features. When he finally turned to face her, Diana's anger began to spill out through her words.

"You lied to me! You betrayed me! You never told me I would be a guinea pig in this awful place!" She yelled.

"Mom, please. Can we talk about this outside?" Spencer tried to convince her. They were making a scene for anyone to see.

"Why? You don't want people to know how a bad son are you? Someone capable of lying to his own mother?" Diana scoffed, folding her arms over her chest defensively.

"I didn't lie to you. I told you this place would give you a different treatment," Spencer clarified, although it seemed a poor excuse at this point.

"But you forgot to mention it was an 'experimental' one, didn't you?"

Spencer bit his cheek from the inside. Diana was right; that was the part he omitted from his explanation when they discussed moving from her old sanatorium.

"Would you have accepted if I had told you?" Spencer asked instead of keep defending himself.

"So you admit you didn't tell me. That's precisely lying, Spencer! I wouldn't mind if it were something else. But it's my life! You don't get to decide what I have to do with my own life. Did you hear me? Jeez! You're so selfish! You only think about what you want. Have you stopped to ask me what I want? This is my illness and my life. Not yours."

And with that, Diana stomped out of the room toward the gardens outside. Spencer called for her, but she didn't answer or turn to see him.

Spencer stood there, not knowing if it was a good idea to follow his mom and try to talk to her. She was already distraught. He settled with going to Fogarty's office and discussing what they could do from here. Was it against Diana's wishes? Yes. But Spencer only wanted to do the best for her. At least, it was what he convinced himself he was doing.

Fogarty was very understanding and told Spencer they could go easy with Diana for now. Still, she needed to agree to the treatment if they wanted this to work.

Diana barely looked at him when he went to say goodbye to her. Though his heart broke when Diana said nothing to him, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Bye, mom. I'll come back soon, okay?"

Still no response.

After that, Spencer sighed and finally left the sanatorium.

He felt lost, baffled, and sad. Very very sad. On his way out, he got in a cab, and his first instinct was to fish his phone and dial Maeve's number. The phone rang and rang.

"Answer, please. I need you," Spencer muttered into the receiver. But Maeve never picked up. "Fuck!"

He texted her several messages telling her what happened, but as he arrived at his building, he yet didn't get a reply.

It wasn't even five in the afternoon when Ana heard the jingle of keys in the lock. She got there not long before and was scanning the fridge for things she could use for dinner.

Poking her head to look at the entrance, she saw Spencer, head down, peeling his jacket and hanging it on the rack.

Ana noticed the ring on his finger. Spencer wasn't coming from work or from seeing Maeve. He was at the sanatorium. And for the way he looked, things didn't go okay.

"What happened? Something is wrong with your mom?"

Spencer didn't say anything; although he heard Ana's question, he was still mulling over Diana's words. Ana's gaze followed him until he plopped on the couch, exhaling sharply.

"Am I selfish?" Spencer asked. Ana didn't know if it was a rhetorical question, so she said nothing waiting for him to continue.

"She says I'm selfish for forcing her to do something she doesn't want. Isn't she the selfish one for resisting the treatment that could help her?"

Spencer racked his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Everything I've done has been to get her a spot on Fogarty's medical trial!"

As Spencer ranted, Ana noticed a forming bruise on his left cheek. Things got pretty bad with Diana, she could guess. Spencer's gaze followed Ana's line of sight to his face and saw the worry in her eyes.

"It's okay. She was upset. I'll be okay," he dismissed.

"Can I at least bring some ice for you?" Ana offered. Spencer nodded.

After returning with an ice pack and handing it to him, Ana sat beside him. Spencer put pressure on his cheek to ease the sting he still felt. Maybe it was just psychosomatic: the pain of replaying in his mind when Diana slapped him.

"Why she was so pissed anyway? Fogarty told her something bad?"

"I should have anticipated this. I mean, my mom is a clever woman. She would find out this was an experimental treatment and not a conventional one," Spencer mused. Ana raised an eyebrow.

"Wait a minute. Your mom didn't know about the medical trial until now? What did you tell her?"

Spencer's cheeks turned pink at the question. Why did what he was doing sound so wrong coming from people's mouths?

"I - uh. I knew my mom would have said no if I had told her everything. And I didn't want to overwhelm her, and I wanted her to get the best treatment possible. So I thought- well. I thought it was better like that."

As the words left his lips, Spencer realized he had crossed a line he shouldn't have.

"I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Do you really want to know my opinion?" Ana cautioned. She knew Spencer was vulnerable right now, so she didn't want to overstep. Spencer nodded. "Well, think about how she's feeling right now. I mean, she realized why she was there, and you didn't ask her if she wanted to do it. I think the trust issues are understandable."

"I just want to help her to get better. I'm doing this for her," Spencer defended as he did in the sanatorium.

"I think you need to tell her that. Maybe she thinks you're selfish because you want to decide how you want her to be. Maybe she thinks you're not accepting her like she is, and she truly believes that things- well, things won't change no matter what you do."

Ana tried to be as gentle as possible. She knew it wasn't something Spencer wanted to hear. He had to clear his throat before speaking because of the lump formed there.

"So, do I need to give up? Do I need to accept I lost my mom forever?" He cracked. The thought hurt him beyond belief.

"Don't say that as if she wasn't here anymore. You still have time. Why don't you use that time to see her happy and be happy with her? In her terms?"

Spencer's head hung low, trying to mask the tears falling down his cheeks. Ana rested one hand on his knee in a comforting mode. "I know it's not me going through this now, but as someone who had lost her mom, I only can tell you I would have liked to spend much time with her more than fighting against the fact I was going to lose her sooner than later."

Spencer's eyes traveled up until meeting Ana's. She had hers glassy with unshed tears.

"I don't want to lose her. I can't. I can't even imagine my life without my mom," he confessed before bursting into tears. Ana scooted closer and wrapped his arms around him. Spencer hid his head in the crook of her neck and cried.

"I know. And I know you are doing everything you can to help your mom. Hell, you even married a stranger for her," Ana spoke, stroking Spencer's back soothingly. "You need to talk to her, though. Tell her how you're feeling so she can understand and tell you what she really wants."

Spencer thought about that. In the last few months, he had been so committed to getting Diana on Fogarty's program that he hadn't stopped to wonder if Diana would eventually agree. In Spencer's eyes, the most logical thing was trying everything to make his mom better. But was this path the one she wanted? Since Diana changed sanatorium, Spencer hadn't seen her very often, and he even stopped writing to her in the way he had been doing. He didn't know how she was feeling.

To cheer him up a bit, Ana prepared a dinner she knew Spencer would like. He thanked her endlessly as he emptied the plate. Spencer hadn't realized how hungry he was. Spencer's cell phone dinged when they were having coffee after dinner, announcing he had a message. Spencer took it out of his pocket to check it. It was a text from Maeve.

"I can't talk right now. I'll call you as soon as I can."

Spencer rolled his eyes and tucked the device in his pocket again. Ana frowned at the action.

"Something happened?" She probed, trying to decipher Spencer's expression.

"Nothing that could be worth that much," he bluntly replied, changing the subject. "You know, I'll talk to my mom. You're right. I've been only guessing what is the best for her, and maybe she's right. I've only been thinking about what's best for me."

And that was what he did. Spencer asked Emily for some days off to sort things with Diana. Without question, Emily granted him that.

Knowing how difficult it was for him to talk about his feelings, before going to visit her, he wrote her a long letter explaining his apprehensions and why he had not wanted to tell her about the experimental treatment. Spencer wrote to her about how sorry he was and wanted to apologize in person but asked her to read his entire letter first.

He made Fogarty hand her the letter and waited outside the room for Diana to read it. When he finally walked in to see her, Diana had tears in her eyes. She got up from her seat, and without a word, she hugged Spencer tight. Spencer let his tears run free as he clung to his mom.

"I don't like to be mad at you, honey. And I'm sorry for slapping you," Diana apologized as she stroked his hair.

"You don't have anything to apologize for. It's me who needs to apologize. I should have talked to you about this. Please, I need to know what you're feeling. I don't want to assume something that's not what you want."

They talked their hearts out that afternoon. They agreed to take the treatment slow. Spencer offered to call it off, but Diana opposed it. She wanted to try it but asked Spencer not to get his hopes up; she preferred to spend more time with him than walking from doctor to doctor to try new things.

A nurse brought them a teapot and two cups. Diana liked to drink some tea at these hours. Diana's eyes posed on the ring on his finger as she served his son a cup.

"And how is my daughter-in-law?" she asked amused. Spencer rolled his eyes. "I know; you told me about your job, and there was a 'thing' you both needed to do. But you know I'm not stupid, Spencer. I only hope you know what you are doing."

Spencer could have told her the truth, but it was already too much information, and Diana might feel bad about the real reason for his marriage to Ana.

"Yeah. I know it sounds weird, but everything is fine."

Is it, though?

Diana hummed, narrowing her eyes.

"What?" Spencer asked, knowing something was on the tip of her tongue.

"You like her." Spencer wanted to refute, but Diana stopped him. "And don't tell me it's not like that. Before I moved here, your letters only talked about that girl Maeve. You haven't mentioned her again in months."

"It doesn't mean that-"

Again, Diana cut him off.

"Maybe not, but I can feel something. Call it mother intuition or whatever, but I can see it in your eyes. And I will only tell you one thing: stop thinking about everything. Start feeling and acting on it. In matters of the heart, you need to follow what makes you happy even if it could not seem what it's supposed to happen."

Spencer was still amazed at how well his mom could read him. He wouldn't admit it, but in his internal debate, he knew he had to do something about his love status. On one side was Maeve and this increasingly one-sided relationship. Even so, Spencer still thought there was something salvageable after a year of dating. On the other hand, there was Ana, who, in a few months, had gained his heart and become someone significant to him. But that scared him. Spencer hated being abandoned, and knowing Ana would eventually leave his life made him step back. At least Maeve still sticks around. In a very unusual way, but she does.

Spencer decided to take a course of action similar to the one he took with his mom: talk to Marve and tell her what he was feeling and ask her what she wanted for real.

So one afternoon, when Maeve called him saying she was in DC, he asked her to meet the next day so they could talk.

Spencer waited for Maeve in the bar they used to go to. Time passed, and she still hadn't arrived. Spencer checked his phone and called her several times, leaving voicemails and texts. When Maeve finally called back, she apologized, saying she couldn't make it. She had an awful headache and couldn’t grab her phone until now. Spencer offered to check on her, but she dismissed him, telling him she only needed to rest.

The Spencer of a few weeks ago would have stuck with that explanation and gone home, but he was already tired of this coming and going, and he needed Maeve to understand how difficult it was for him to continue like this. That's why he left the bar and took a taxi toward her hotel. Spencer wasn't going to go home without talking to Maeve first.

Once he got there, he hesitated if it was a good idea. In his guts, he felt like he would regret pushing Maeve to talk to him. But before he could turn and leave, he was greeted by the hotel front desk man.

“Dr. Reid. Nice to see you. Are you here to see Dr. Donovan, right?”

“Hi, Oscar. Yes, I’m here to see Maeve.”

“Give me a second; I’ll announce you,” Oscar said, about to take the phone and call upstairs.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I want to surprise her. You know, I got her a gift, and I would like it to be a surprise.” Spencer didn't know why he lied about it, but he didn't want to risk Maeve denying him entrance. Oscar seemed to buy the story. Smiling, he granted Spencer access to the elevators.

“Oh! Of course, you know where to find her.”

Spencer walked to the elevator and pushed the 7th-floor button. Once there, he walked through the corridor he knew so well. They stumbled there many times as Spencer passionately kissed Maeve doing the path to her room.

He stopped in front of room 706. Sighing, he was about to knock when he heard laughs from the inside. Spencer frowned. It wasn’t only Maeve’s. He could swear he heard a male voice as well.

Spencer knocked. And just a few seconds later, a half-naked muscular man opened the door.

“Yeah? You are not from the room service, are you?”

Spencer didn’t know what to say; he only stood there looking dumbfounded and trying to understand what was happening. “Mate? Are you okay?” The man asked, seeing Spencer going pale.

“Maeve is here?” Spencer asked, just above a whisper.

“Oh. Wait a minute,” the man turned and went inside. Spencer heard as he called. “Babe! Someone is here asking for you.”

Maeve quickly appeared at the door, a silk robe covering her frame. Her eyes widened when she saw Spencer standing there.

“Spencer. What - what are you doing here?”

“Now I’m asking myself the same,” he mumbled, eyes filling with tears. “I didn’t know your headache had such a muscular appearance.”

“Spencer. We can talk about this -” She tried to reach his arm, but Spencer stepped back.

“Don’t. I don't think there is something to talk about. I - uh. Well, now I get why you are so busy all the time. But don't worry; I won’t bother you again.”

Before Maeve could say anything, Spencer turned and walked down the hall toward the stairs. He didn't want to wait for the elevator. Maeve’s voice calling for him wasn’t enough to slow his pace.

Spencer felt so stupid. How did he not see it before? He’s a damn profiler, for fuck’s sake. Why did it hurt so much? Spencer already knew he wasn’t that important to her. Maybe it was a part of his heart that loved her and a part of his ego plummeting from that 7th-floor.

Ana got home after a draining shift that afternoon. Logan had been a pain in the ass all day, and the patrons got more demanding than ever. Collin was sick, and Ana had to cover her alone until Sarah came to help after lunch.

Spencer wasn't in the apartment, so she suspected he had a case or was with Maeve.

She had a quick meal and made a beeline to her bed. In her mind, one thing: sleep until next week. So it didn't take long until she dozed off.

When her phone went off, Ana didn't know if she had just fallen asleep or hours had passed. Without opening her eyes, she stretched out one arm to reach for the device on her nightstand.

"Hello?"

Sobbing was heard on the other end of the line. That alerted Ana and caused her to open her eyes and check the caller ID.

On the call: Spencer Reid.

"Spencer? Is that you?"

Another fit of sobbings filled Ana's ears. Sensing something was wrong, she sat on the bed, totally awake.

"I'm broke. Nobody loves me," Spencer hiccuped, slurring his voice into the receiver.

"Where are you?" Ana asked, but Spencer sounded too drunk to answer that.

"I - I don't know. A bar?"

Ana heard the noise behind Spencer's voice, and it might as well be a bar, but where?

"Are you alone? I need to know where you are," Ana demanded, trying to get Spencer's drunk attention.

"I shouldn't be. I was supposed to meet with Maeve," he said before sniffling again.

"Where is she?"

"Not here. She didn’t show up," Spencer slurred. "And now I know why. Did you know she was sleeping with a man who wasn’t me? What a bitch!” He high-pitched blurted.

‘Por la puta madre, lo único que me faltaba (Fuck! This is all I needed right now,)’ Ana thought, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Spencer. Listen to me. Don't move from there. I'm coming to get you, okay?"

Ana put on some clothes as fast as she could, grabbing her keys and purse. She took the first cab she found in the direction where she suspected Spencer was.

Her hunch proved true. When Ana entered the place, she looked directly at the bar. Spencer was sitting on a stool, head resting on the counter, looking at the glass of whiskey he nursed in one hand.

Gently she put a hand over his shoulder. Spencer turned to see her. His eyes filled with tears, and trying to sit straight, he only got to shove his arms around Ana's shoulders, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"You came," he slurred. It was like the best thing that had happened to him. It took Ana a moment to register she had Spencer clinging to her like dead weight.

"Yeah. I couldn't leave you alone right now," she confirmed, rubbing Spencer's back. "Come on, let's go home."

Ana had dealt with drunk people more than once in her life, but drunk Spencer Reid was something else entirely. In addition to trying to say goodbye to everyone who saw him go by on his way out of the bar, he didn't stop talking in the cab. Ana learned about the probabilities of risk of alcohol poisoning considering at least a dozen combinations Spencer assured to report. She also learned about the five most efficient car routes from the bar to his apartment and how synchronizing the traffic lights saved at least 5.2 minutes of commuting time.

But without a doubt, the worst part was trying to get him out of the taxi and up to the apartment. Spencer didn't want to use the elevator, and Ana had to help him up the stairs, keeping him from falling every time he stumbled on a step.

After such a procession, they reached their floor, and Ana immediately led him into the apartment and to his room. She managed to leave him sitting on the bed while she looked for clothes he could wear to sleep. As Ana fumbled into the drawers, she didn't notice Spencer looking at her.

"You're so beautiful," he garbled. Ana rolled her eyes, grabbing a pajama and turning to help him.

"Not with the flattery now, Spencer."

"You're gorgeous. How is it you can't see that?" His high-pitched voice was enough evidence of his inebriated state.

"Yeah, whatever," she mumbled, kneeling to help him to rid of his shoes.

"I mean it! You are the most beautiful girl I have met in my life."

What was that? The guy just got his heart broken, and he's trying to flirt right now? Ana was confused but mostly pissed off.

"We're not discussing this right now. Come on, put that on." She pointed to the pajama on the mattress, standing up and ready to leave him there.

"No! Don't go! Please. I'll shut up. But please, sit by my side for a while."

And there they were: those puppy eyes melting away any resolution Ana had.

"Spencer, you need to lay down and sleep," she used a more gentle voice this time, sitting by his side and rubbing his back.

“I don't want to sleep. I need a drink,” Spencer demanded with a pout. Circumstances aside, Ana found it cute.

“No, you don't. You had many tonight. Believe me, you’ll regret it in the morning.”

Spencer breathed a laugh.

“You know what I do regret? Wasting my time with her. I should have known, you know? She is not even half of the woman that you are.”

Why is he comparing Maeve with her? Ana didn't want to be in between this.

“You’re sad and pissed. I get it. But you need to think about this when you won’t be drunk, okay?”

Spencer scoffed, waving a hand in the air.

“Do you think I didn't before? Ana, I - I have been thinking about this plenty in the past months.”

Ana narrowed her eyes.

What did that suppose to mean?

Here is the thing. Spencer barely drinks, but when he does, any filter to his words is long forgotten, like now. He’s telling everything he has on his mind, even if it doesn't make sense.

To prove his point, Spencer continued talking.

"You don't believe me? Look at you! You're great. Beautiful, kind, funny, and so so so sexy. God, I want to kiss you right now. Hell, what am I saying? I have been thinking about kissing you for weeks!”

Ana couldn't believe what she was hearing. But she knew she couldn't give any credibility to that. There were just drunk words.

"Spencer, stop. You don't mean anything of that. You're way too drunk."

The man shook his head eagerly but had to stop because he dizzied himself.

"Maybe I’m too drunk. But did you know 85% of Americans think drunk people tell the truth, and it's not a myth? I personally believe it's very accurate.”

"Of course, you have statistics for that," Ana scoffed, averting her gaze to the floor.

"Ana, hey. Please, look at me,” Spencer requested, softly resting his palm on her cheek. When her eyes traveled up and found Spencer’s, her heart skipped a beat. Although the alcohol was running through his veins, his gaze was intense on her as he wanted to say the things his mouth still couldn't.

"Spencer-"

Ana was about to say anything to break the spell but couldn't think of anything but how good his touch felt on her cheek.

“I don't know why I have been dragging this until now. I don’t know why I cry for her when it’s you who I want.”

Ana didn't know when the distance between them shorted that way, but the booze in Spencer's mouth should have been a warning. Ana knew everything Spencer was saying wasn't true. His mind was confused, and he was vulnerable. She should have backed off. It was the right thing to do, but

Spencer's lips were so close now. He said he wanted to kiss her. And he was leaning to do that. Why deny the urge? Suppressing any warning, Ana closed her eyes as her lips met his.

Is this how it feels? Ana could swear she went to heaven and came back. Sure, it wasn't how she imagined this moment, but perfection wasn't given by the moment but by how she could feel her heart pounding while Spencer kissed her.

Even though their senses were somewhat clouded: Spencer's from the alcohol and Ana's from the astonishment of what was happening, their lips moved in unison in a long, sweet kiss.

When they pulled away, Ana inspected Spencer’s face and found a lovesick smile.

And so the anxiety returned to Ana. It was wrong. It felt so right, but it was wrong.

"Spencer. You need to sleep," she insisted. Spencer wouldn't stop smiling, but his eyes began to close on their own.

"I don’t want," he tried to fight as Ana helped him lie down. Without much resistance, she tucked him with the comforter before he fell into a deep sleep.

Once in her room, Ana let herself freak out.

What was it that had just happened?

Of course, she had imagined more than once Spencer might reciprocate her affections in some capacity, but she never thought she would hear it coming from his mouth in that way.

But as much as she was excited by what had just happened, she didn't want to give herself false hope. Ana has never believed in fairy tales, and this time was no different, even though her heart swelled at the memory of how Spencer's lips felt on hers.

Ana fell asleep thinking about the awkward conversation she would have with Spencer in the morning.

The following day brought a not-pleasant wake-up for Spencer. The light peeking through the curtains felt like stakes on his eyelids, and the headache became increasingly torturous as he gained consciousness.

The worst part was he barely knew how he ended up in his bed. Spencer noticed he had on the same clothes he wore the previous day, as a clean pajama sat at the foot of the bed.

He tried to assemble the puzzle from the night before, but it all came in flashes without much detail. The bar, the call to Ana, and from there, a couple of images going up the stairs and sitting on the bed.

Shame filled him when he realized the state in which Ana had seen him. An apology would not be enough for the hard time he had surely put her through.

He went straight to shower and then changed his clothes. Now with a white shirt and sweatpants, he padded to the kitchen and saw Ana eating a toast and drinking coffee.

"Hey," Spencer mumbled, embarrassed. Ana looked up to see him and could guess the heavy hangover he was experiencing.

"There." She pointed him to a glass of water and some Advil on the counter. Ana thought Spencer needed to feel a little bit better if they were to have this conversation.

The water and Avil were followed for a black coffee and a few toasts.

Silence took over the room. Ana didn't want to be the first to speak, and Spencer felt too ashamed of the sad spectacle of his drunk self. But he needed to apologize correctly, and for that, he had to know how much of a pain in the ass he was last night.

Clearing his throat, he called Ana’s attention.

"I am terrified and too mortified to ask, but I need to know to apologize for whatever stupidity I said or did. What happened last night?"

Shit. Was he wanted her to say it? Ana's mind started to spiral, but she needed to be cautious.

"What? You don't remember anything of what happened?"

Could it be that possible?

"I mean, yeah—a little. After seeing Maeve with another man, I left the hotel and went to the bar. I asked for a whisky first and then another one. I got drunk and called you. You showed up, and then everything is a blur. I remember the stairs and you helping me to sit in bed. I was talking, but I don't know much of what I said,” Spencer admitted, cheeks pink for the mortification.

Ana’s mouth was agape.

He doesn't remember. Unbelievable.

Or maybe he was playing ignorant. Ana didn't know. But whatever it was, it broke her heart. Last night, for a moment, she thought Spencer was being honest and that the kiss they shared had a real meaning for him. And now he doesn't remember anything.

What a stupid girl you are, Ana María González.

"Yeah. I went to pick you up, and I brought you home," she summed up. Spencer's eyes filled with regret.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"What? To get drunk or calling me?" Ana asked defensively. Spencer noticed and assumed she was pissed about her hard time caring for a drunk.

"Both?"

"It's okay; you needed a safe way to come back."

It was the real thing, Ana thought. Spencer needed help to get home. Everything that followed was a bad joke.

"Even so, I had no right to put that on you. I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble last night or make you too much uncomfortable. Although I'm sure you were already uncomfortable seeing me like this. I'm sorry."

Ana internally scoffed. 'Dude, do you really have no idea?'

"Stop apologizing, Spencer. I wanted to help. It's not a big deal,” she dismissed, suddenly finding deep interest in her empty mug.

"Did I tell you something else about what happened?"

Yes. More than you can imagine.

"Not much. Maeve and the man in her room, no more than that,” she lied.

"You were right. Maeve has been only using me. I should have ended it."

"But you love her," Ana concluded as her brain replayed his words: ‘I don’t know why I cry for her when it’s you who I want.’

"I - uh. I guess so."

Ana thought this conversation would take any direction but this one. What a waste of time. She felt terrible for nurturing the hope of something between them. Now it was clear it was an irrational hope.

She could understand him, though. Spencer was struggling with his relationship, and she was only his friend. She only needed to be understanding with him, nothing more and nothing less.

"You will figure it out. Give you some time, and you'll see things more clearly,” Ana advised, trying to sound as casual as possible. But inside, she only wanted to slap him across the face.

Fucking Spencer Reid.

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Introducing, Alejandra Milani: expert interrogator, has no time for anyone’s shit, blacklisted by the CIA and Homeland, the Argentinian Menace, and the woman who is about to sweep Spencer Reid off his mismatched-socked feet.

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[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Begin Again: Chapter One | Spencer Reid

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Chapter One: The Savior

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Chapter Summary: Spencer recounts the story of when he met Charlotte Morris in high school. However, she's not what she used to be. Presently, she's a hotel manager in Connecticut...

Warnings: Spencer being bullied, one bridezilla, but that's it, I think.

Author's note: Eeep! First part! Hope you like it :)

Words: 2.1K

“I was in the library… and uhm, Harper Hillman comes up to me. She tells me that, uhm, Alexa Lisben wants to meet me behind the fieldhouse. Alexa Lisben’s like easily the prettiest girl in school. So, I went to the fieldhouse and Alexa Lisben was there… Along with the entire football team. They, uhm, stripped me naked and tied me to a goalpost… Nobody stopped them, I begged them to, but all the kids just stood there and laughed. They just laughed at me until Charlotte Morris stepped up. 

“Everyone was scared of Charlotte Morris. She was this five foot something goth girl with pink, short hair and piercings all over her face. She was a sophomore back then, but even the seniors were scared of her…”

“Come on, Bradley. Don’t you have anything better to do than pick on kids half your size?!” Her low-pitched voice captured the attention of all the kids surrounding him. Within seconds, the kids dispersed, leaving Spencer and Charlotte behind. 

As the girl approached him, his heartbeat quickened. Though she had defended him, he was still somewhat scared she was going to do something to him. But she simply looked at him, tilted her head and rolled her lips inwards in a sympathetic smile before starting to untie him. 

“You okay?” she asked and handed him his clothes. 

Spencer stuttered and stammered. “Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” He covered his bare chest with his clothes, suddenly self-conscious. “Thank you… Charlotte.” Her name came out of his mouth like a careful whisper as though it was a chant that would bring out all the bad monsters. 

“Don’t mention it,” she smiled, a rare thing for Charlotte Morris. She reached out and flattened a piece of his hair that stuck out before turning on her heel and walking away from him. She took a good three strides before turning back. “You better hurry – the last bus leaves in five minutes.” 

“And I was obsessed with her for the rest of high school,” he concluded his story with a sigh. “I think I still kind of am.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head. 

“You should call her,” Derek told him, unable to wipe the smile off his face. 

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he puffed out a breath of air. “No. It’s been seventeen years since I last talked to her and even then I didn’t say much.” 

“You didn’t speak to her after that night?” 

“No,” he mumbled. “I was a twelve year old in high school and very, very scared of girls, especially that one.” 

A sigh heaved Derek’s chest as he patted Spencer’s back. “If she’s still on your mind after seventeen years, I think she might be worth it to look her up.” With that, Derek left the room to let Spencer continue looking into the case they were working on, letting him simmer in Derek’s words. 

Maybe he was right. Maybe he should look up Charlotte Morris. 

“I’m gonna need everyone to be in tiptop form today,” she said to the group of people in front of her. “We have a wedding party here this weekend which means I’m expecting smiles from everyone at all times, nothing is too difficult and everything is possible.” She took a deep breath before her eyes landed on the curly headed Latina in the front. “That means you too, Val.” 

The Latina rolled her eyes at her boss, though she couldn’t hide the smile that threatened to spill across her face. “Sure thing, boss.” She saluted just as the employees were dismissed. Quickly falling into step with the five-foot-something blonde, the women made their way towards the reception desk. “You’re always so stressed when there’s a wedding party, Lottie. You know we can manage, right?” 

Charlotte Morris was very often very happy to be the general manager at Hartford City Hotel and Spa, except when there were big events taking place in their ballroom or the vast garden behind the establishment. Don’t get her wrong, she was grateful for the opportunities she had gotten here, having worked herself up from housekeeping to receptionist to general manager. But being responsible for a team of thirty employees and guests in every single one of the forty-two rooms they had, was a big chore. 

“Do you, Val? Because last time we had a wedding party here, Samantha nearly burned down the kitchen, Tinashe left when only seventy percent of her rooms were done and you had about five breakdowns during which you insulted at least half of the guests,” Charlotte summed up as she placed her clipboard on the reception desk. 

Valencia Carrera was Charlotte’s best friend, which made it hard to be her boss, sometimes. But they just about managed. Val knew not to take anything Charlotte said on the workfloor to heart and Charlotte knew she could actually be stern towards the Latina whilst also having fun. 

“Hey, that man was asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. He dug his own grave.” 

Chuckling, Charlotte shook her head before taking a look at the reservations for the day. Thirty of the forty-two rooms were booked by the wedding party. The other twelve were booked by individuals. Couples, families and business guests alike. 

Everything needed to go perfectly. The reputation of the hotel was hanging on a thread with what had transpired last week. She was still shaken up from what she had found in room 304. Luckily, the situation was dealt with delicately and subtly. As to not alert the guests. 

“CHARLIE!” the short, yet brute way her name was yelled and the sudden appearance in front of her made her jump out of her skin. 

Clutching her heart, she looked up to find the tall blond with piercing blue eyes she called her roommate. The two of them had met on her first day in Hartford. She was going on a grocery store run for Babette, the general manager at the time when she bumped into him in the dairy aisle. Milk had spilt everywhere, including on her shirt. 

He felt so bad, he offered to buy her coffee. Ever since, the two of them have been best friends and she even moved in with him when the hotel was fully booked, unable to offer her housing for at least a month. 

“Jesus Christ, Tommy,” she gasped. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

Thomas tilted his head slightly. “Am I? Or am I the best roommate ever who brings you leftover food from the restaurant he works at?” He offered her a Tupperware with presumably delicious contents. 

Thomas Parks was one of the top chefs in Hartford’s most esteemed restaurant with his harshest critics living in his apartment. 

A surprised gasp left her lips as she walked around the reception desk to accept the Tupperware with both hands and a kiss to Thomas’ cheek. “You are the best roommate ever!” 

“I know. I know,” he said, smirking. “Hey, will you be home for dinner and movie night tonight?” 

Charlotte’s lips pressed together in a grimace. “I doubt it. With the preparations for the wedding tomorrow and the guests streaming in, I think it’s gonna be a very long night.” 

“Mmh,” Thomas hummed and nodded his head in understanding. “Don’t forget to drink and eat.” He kissed her cheek this time. “And call me if you need any extra hands.” 

“Will do, Tommy. Thank you. Say hi to Nisha for me.” Charlotte waved as Thomas made his way to the door, which he quickly returned, walking backwards for a split second. When he turned, he nearly walked into a guest, but he was able to recover before the collision even happened. And, like the true gentleman he is, allowed the guest to pass him before he walked away. 

Having seen all of it, Charlotte couldn’t help but roll her eyes and shake her head. That was the Thomas Parks she knew. It wasn’t a lie either that they both harbored feelings for one another at some point. They even tried dating once, but quickly realized they were better off as friends and roommates rather than lovers. 

Besides, Thomas found love with Yanisha Kumar, the beautiful Indian Trinity College girl he met three years ago. She lived with Thomas and Charlotte most of the time, which Charlotte delighted in. Conspiring with Nisha against Thomas was her favorite way to pass time. 

“Char, we’ve got a problem with the mother of our bridezilla…” Val told her. 

With a sigh, Charlotte placed the Tupperware on the reception desk and followed her employee to the problem at hand. The bride was complaining to her mother and maid of honor about the color of the flowers, which were long ordered and ready to be set up tomorrow. There was no way of canceling or changing that order now. It was clear the mother had had enough and was ready to be saved. 

“Ladies,” Charlotte announced her arrival with that hospitality-smile she always sported. “Can I help out with anything?” 

“I wanted pink flowers! Why are the flowers purple?!” the bride questioned with a furrowed brow. 

“You ordered the purple flowers, Ms. Claire. Now, I’ve always learned that going for your first idea is the best idea. Besides, don’t you think the purple flowers are gonna fit better with the lavender bridesmaids dresses? And it’s gonna make your beautiful eyes stand out even more,” Charlotte cooed and she noticed the girl’s eyes soften. 

“You’re right,” Claire said, nodding her head. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

Charlotte offered her a smile. “Why don’t you two go down to our spa? Relax a little before your big day tomorrow?” The two girls nodded their heads before heading down to the spa area, giving the mother a little room to breathe. 

“Thank you,” she sighed. “I think I’m getting a migraine from her.” 

Charlotte let out a giggle and placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “I’m gonna ask Darla to run you a nice bubble bath and send up our best Champagne, so you can have some me-time without the bride yapping about flowers. How’s that sound?” 

“You’re an angel.” 

With a content smile, the woman practically floated away, leaving Charlotte to go and ask Darla from Housekeeping to start running a bath in Suite 19. Once Darla was set to go, Charlotte turned back to the reception desk. 

“How are you so good at your job?” Val asked with a sigh of admiration. 

Charlotte chuckled as she browsed through a bunch of papers, making sure that every order was done for tomorrow. “Five years of hard work and you’ll get there, too, Val.” 

“Ugh, you mean I actually have to work here three more years?!” Val rolled her eyes, bemusedly, which only resulted in a smack on the head from a bundle of papers. “AH!” she exclaimed, rubbing her head from the impact. 

“Shut up, you love working here.” 

Val smiled her widest smile. “Yeah, I do.” 

She squeezed her boss’ upper arm in passing, leaving Charlotte to her own devices. Charlotte absolutely loved her job and she was proud of how far she had come, even if she didn’t have anyone to share that sentiment. She hadn’t heard from her parents since the scholarship fell through and they cut her off completely. 

All she had now was herself, the hotel and her friends. 

“Reid,” Penelope approached his desk when he was packing up after yet another harrowing case. The young man looked up at his blonde coworker. “I found her.” 

Spencer’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?” 

“Oh, right,” she chuckled and handed him a manila folder which looked a lot like their case files. “Derek told me about this girl you’re obsessed with, Charlotte Morris–” 

“I’m not obsessed with her!” he objected and sighed before taking the folder anyway. “I can’t believe Morgan told you…” 

Penelope shrugged before perching on the corner of his desk. “Yeah, well, you can get angry at Morgan later, now just save your breath to thank me.” Spencer opened the manila folder and stared at the words on the piece of paper for a moment. 

Her name, address and phone number adorned the top of the page. There was one phone call that separated them. One phone call and he could talk to her again. The girl that saved him from total embarrassment once. The girl he could not forget about for seventeen years. 

“Give her a call, Reid,” Penelope encouraged him with a tender smile. 

Spencer chuckled before biting down on his bottom lip. “And say what? She won’t remember me.” 

“You’ll never know if you’ll never try,” she mused before  hopping off Spencer’s desk and leaving him alone. 

All he needed to do was give her a call.

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[stand-tall-pineapple]

ok i really need to get this out

i feel as though writers are getting less and less inclusive. now before you come at me let me explain. tonight i was scrolling through, reading a healthy dose of spencer reid x reader and steve rogers x reader when i noticed it.

while many authors put x reader and make no specific description of the reader (ex. latina!reader ; plus sized! reader ;black! reader) they describe the reader in a way that almost ruins the feeling.

adding a physical description in a normal x reader can make people of different gender, race etc. feel as though they are less than.

i am a cisgender female with blonde hair and blue eyes, but i have felt like this before. while others such as poc experience it more, even the slight mention of the reader having brown hair can ruin the illusion of being in the story for me. AND ITS WORSE FOR THOSE MINORITIES!

i understand that the writer might have a vision of the reader and how they fit into the story, but saying the reader has “pale skin” or “blue eyes” can make people who don’t have those physical traits feel as though they are not welcomed to imagine themselves in that story.

x readers are meant to be inclusive. if you do this, make it an oc not an x reader.

writers (including myself) need to think of the ACTUAL readers and not what we think the reader look like.

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[ao3feed-reidxoc]

by myownliving

They don't train you for it, For love. You aren't able to choose who you love. Spencer Reid finds that all too true with Elena Jenson.

 |Spencer Reid x Female OC |Somewhat set in S7 |All original characters belong to me, others belong to CBS and the creators of Criminal Minds

Words: 575, Chapters: 1/34, Language: English

Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Original Female Character

Relationships: Spencer Reid/Original Female Character(s), Spencer Reid & Original Female Character(s), Spencer Reid & Original Character(s), Spencer Reid/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: POV Third Person, Original Character(s), Unsub | Unknown Subject, She’s a killer but for good reason I swear, quantico, No Smut, sorry - Freeform, Falling In Love, Stalking, Murder, Attempted Murder, Protective BAU Team (Criminal Minds), She’s literally a serial killer, Forbidden Love, Latina Original Character

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[scuttling]

Can't Be That Wrong - Ch 5

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid x Original Female Character Word Count: 10,003 WIP Chapters: 5 of ? Tags: 18+, NSFW, Character Turned Into Vampire, Pining, Blood Drinking, Pre-Relationship, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Unprotected Sex, Masturbation, Getting together A/N: It’s the Latina OC/Hotch/Reid Vampire AU no one asked for!

“Sophie is what?” Garcia looks somehow both horrified and delighted on the iPad screen, and Morgan sighs, like he’s tired of repeating himself.

“I know, baby girl, it seems crazy, but I’m telling you, we all saw it.”

“But she’s okay, right? I mean, is she having an existential crisis, because I’d be having an existential crisis.”

“Ask her yourself,” Sophie teases, leaning forward from her spot in the backseat and taking the tablet from his hands. “I’m fine, no crisis for me.”

“Holy—I mean, sorry, not holy…” Sophie laughs, rolls her eyes indulgently.

“Holy is fine, I’m fine. Religious paraphernalia does nothing for me.”

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[aperrywilliams]

Green Card - Ch6: And if It Were True? (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: Ana and Spencer share some intimate memories and truths, and they start to feel confused about their new friendship.

Word Count:  6k

CW: I marked this one like 16+. Please respect that. Strong words. They talk about blood and medical stuff. Spencer has nightmares. Mention of Spencer's abduction and addiction. Semi-nudity and sexy dancing (fem). Mention semi-nudity (male). Description of molestation episodes as a child and danger of rape (not consumed). Mention of suicide, murder, and rape (none of the characters involved). If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: This was a bit hard to write, but it gives more context about Ana's life before coming to the US.

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"That can't be credible. A transplant in one hour? By a kid of sixteen?" Spencer complained, pointing to the TV.

"Hey! They were in a hurry, and it was not any guy. We're talking about Doogie Howser," Ana clarified, sipping her tea.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Still, I can't believe they made it. Did you know the record time for a massive emergency team response in Los Angeles is 4.5 minutes? Here they did it in 2.5! That's ridiculous!"

Ana narrowed her eyes.

"We are still clear this is fiction, right?"

"I know! But I suppose they wanted to make it believable. That's my point."

Ana and Spencer just ended up watching the entire show's first season. Both were absorbed by the screen enough not to pay too much attention to the clock until the credits of the last episode.

"We are going to regret this in the morning," Ana anticipated, standing from the couch and stretching a little. Spencer nodded in agreement.

She was right, but for Spencer, these were the best hours of his last week. And not because of how good a show Doogie Howser was, but rather because he turned off his brain for a while. And all thanks to Ana's insistence. If Spencer felt anything at this moment, it was gratitude and appreciation for her. 

True to her word, Ana didn't ask or insist that Spencer get to talk about what had him so frustrated.

They both tacitly agreed it was time to sleep. Without saying a word, they walked until they reached the door of their respective rooms.

"Good night," Ana said, just about to enter her room.

"Ana?" Spencer stopped her.

"Yeah?" she asked curiously.

"Thank you. For today. For everything, truth be told."

"Don't mention it. Sleep well. You need it, mister accuracy," the girl joked, pointing to his chest. Spencer chuckled.

"Sleep well too. Good night."

And as unbelievable as it sounds, Spencer slept great that night, waking up from only a few hours of sleep.

On the way to work, he couldn't help but remember last night's coming and going of comments about the television show, making a smile appear on his face.

What was all this? Definitely something new for him. Something he partly had with his friends at the BAU, but it was not the same. Spencer felt an unspoken complicity with Ana that he couldn't place with anyone else. Not with Maeve, that's for sure.

He had never gotten to that stage with Maeve—something as simple as doing anything, reading, watching TV, even going to the movies.

No, the activities with her were going out to dinner, visiting museums and conferences, and catching up with sexy time. She spontaneously appeared at the BAU and met Spencer's colleagues only a few times. At most, she agreed to go to one of Rossi's dinners, but the taste of the evening got somewhat bitter. She didn't look comfortable, and neither did Spencer. From then on, Maeve disappeared from the BAU's radar.

"Hey Reid, you look pretty good compared to how you left the bullpen yesterday," Luke pointed as soon as Spencer arrived at his desk.

"I had a good night of sleep, I guess?" he offered as an explanation, although he knew it was more than that.

"Nice to hear. The bad thing is Penelope already called us with a new case to the conference room," the guy shrugged apologicately. Spencer sighed, his good mood faltering a little.

The case looked worse than the one they wrapped yesterday, and Spencer couldn't hide his disgust. At the police station, flipping between the case file, his mind wasn't really there.

'What will she be doing right now?', 'Will she have ended her shift right now?', 'Maybe I should make the dinner when I get back,' 'I should ask Rossi for a recipe to try.'

Spencer stopped suddenly when he realized where his mind had gone. Why was he thinking of her? It wasn't bad, but the man felt odd doing it. They were still strangers in need. Friends to some extent. Roommates for necessity. It wasn't right.

"Are you okay, Spence?" JJ's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. Yeah," Spencer assured, returning to the file he was reading.

But things didn't improve for Spencer. In two days, the case turned into a mess when they found the unsub was using religious motives to kidnap, drug, and torture his victims until they died. The similarities didn't go unnoticed by Spencer or the team. Hankel. Too vastly matching what Tobias Hankel did.

Spencer sidelined himself a couple of times from discussions about the case and could not participate in the take-down to arrest the unsub. Emily understood Spencer's reluctance but was worried about the consequences this might have on him later.

Back in Virginia, Spencer was drained and only thinking about sleep until next week—something odd for someone as workaholic as him.

His teammates looked shocked at how Spencer was the first to cross the glass doors out once Emily sent them home after the debriefing.

Disappointment found Spencer when he realized the apartment was dark. Nobody was there. What was he expecting? Be greeted by Ana, who would have waited for him? Yeah, maybe he did expect that.

Huffing for his own silliness, Spencer walked to the kitchen. His stomach grumbled, and he didn't want to go to bed without eating again. The smile returned to his face when in the fridge found a Tupperware with a note on it: 'A leftover if you haven't eaten yet.'

Those little gestures have made Spencer's heart swell. Was it the fact nobody had made things like this for him before? Was the idea of having someone thinking of him? Spencer didn't know, but whatever it was, he was afraid of the consequences.

He left a note over the counter in case he couldn't see Ana the next day: 'Thank you. I promise dinner is up to me next time. And don't worry; I won't cook.'

The note caused the desired effect when Ana read it a couple of hours after when she returned. Chuckling, she moved to the sink to fill a glass of water before bed. Ana soon walked the corridor to her room when a sound from Spencer's room stopped her. It was faint, but she was sure to hear it. A whimper? A sob? Cautiously, she neared her ear to the wooden door. And then a scream.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" Now it was clear, it was Spencer's voice, and it seemed he was struggling with someone. Ana opened the door without much thought and saw the man jittering on the mattress, covered with sweat. His arms were fighting with the air, and his voice strangled with tears.

"Please, let me go!" He repeated over and over.

What should she do? Clearly, he was having a nightmare, but was it a good idea to intervene? The main concern for Ana was Spencer could hurt himself. She knew about vivid nightmares, and that kind of outcome wasn't rare. Slowly she approached his bed, speaking in a soft voice.

"Spencer? Can you hear me? It's me, Ana. Can I come closer?"

Spencer kept tosing, wiggling his arms as he tried to fight against something or someone.

"They want to kill me. Don't let him kill me, please," he begged, still dreaming. Ana dared to hover over Spencer, tentatively touching one of his arms.

"They won't do anything. Spencer, you are in your apartment. We are alone here. Please wake up," she encouraged him.

"I don't want to die. Please, tell him I don't want to die," he cried.

That broke Ana's heart. Now more confident, she sat beside him on the mattress, holding his hands and rubbing them in smooth patterns. Spencer's breathing was still irregular, but it seemed he was waking up.

His eyes shot open, and seeing Ana's face broke the dam. He was fully crying now, hiding his face on Ana's lap.

"Hey, you're okay. You're safe," Ana mumbled, rubbing Spencer's back.

"No. I'm not," he sobbed, clutching at Ana's sweater. He looked so vulnerable it cracked her heart.

Ana wondered about what horrible things had happened to Spencer's beautiful soul. She had some ideas, but he hadn't told her much yet.

"I promise you're safe. I'm not letting anything bad happen to you, okay?"

She didn't know where those words came from. Ana wasn't even sure what was happening, yet she felt the urge to protect him at all costs.

Still rubbing his back, Ana held him until his sobs became sporadical sniffles. Maybe it took five minutes or ten; Ana wasn't sure, but when she saw how Spencer's breathing evened out, she felt things were improving.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, still not able to let go of his grasp of Ana's sweater. "I did you wake up," he apologized, drying his tears with the sleeve of his pajama shirt.

"Nu-uh. Don't be sorry, Spencer. You were having a nightmare. A nasty one, I would say. And if it makes you feel better, I just came home. I was heading to my room when I heard you," she explained, reaching for some locks of hair that covered his face. Spencer sighed, now fully conscious of his surroundings.

"I haven't had one like this in a long time. I sure scared you with my screams," Spencer mumbled, embarrassed.

"I would say more than scaring, I worried. Can I ask you something, though?"

Spencer's eyes found hers, almost fearing the question was coming. Ana noticed.

"No, you don't have to tell me what happened, but it would be a good idea if you changed your pajama. It's damped, and it wouldn't be good to keep it like that on your skin. And you could use a warm cup of tea. Conozco un secreto para hacer una agüita milagrosa, especial para estos casos (I know how to make a cup of miraculous brew for this specific purpose).” Spencer frowned.

"Agüita? Like little water?" 

Ana chuckled.

"It's more like 'brebaje especial,' or medicinal tea," she explained. Spencer hummed. Even if he managed to understand most of Ana's Spanish, there were words still too specific for him. He liked to learn about them, though.

"Come on. Change your clothes and join me in the living room, okay?"

When Spencer came to the living room with a new pajama and a robe covering his frame, Ana walked from the kitchen with two mugs. Sitting on the couch, she handed him a cup.

"It's hot, but it'll help. I promise."

They kept silent for a while. Spencer carefully sipped his brebaje. It tasted bitter, but he felt better after a few drinks. Ana did not say a word, not wanting to disturb him.

"He drugged me," Spencer mumbled suddenly. Ana looked at him, confused. "Hankel. Tobias Hankel," he clarified.

"The guy who kidnapped you?" Ana asked, remembering what the BAU girls told her at Rossi's. Spencer nodded.

"The team says I died, and he brought me back. I don't remember much; he kept me drugged constantly. With Dilaudid." The images and flashes came to Spencer's mind as he recounted what happened.

"Jeez, Spencer. I'm sorry," Ana mumbled, clutching her mug tighter. She suspected where this was going.

"Worst part was I got addicted. I struggled to come clean. I have been sober for ten years now. But when the nightmares come, I still think of getting high," Spencer sighed. "I'm so weak."

Immediately Ana's free hand flew to one of his biceps.

"No. You are not. Cravings happen. You fight every day against that, and you're here, still fighting."

Ana was determined not to let Spencer go into that rabbit hole. She knew how vulnerable he felt but would do anything to help him.

"But sometimes I feel so tired. You know, I - the last case. The unsub was drugging his victims like Hankel did with me. And I asked myself, why can't I stop them? Why do more people have to put up with that? And then I think a hit could make everything easier."

Spencer's words rang heavy in the air. It wasn't the first time he thought about that, but maybe it was the first time he voiced it.

"But you know the hit at the end won't make go away those things, right?" Ana prompted.

"Yeah. I know. And then I think about what you told me the other day. About why I'm still doing this," Spencer mentioned.

"I wasn't trying to impose my perspective. I'm sorry if it sounded like that," Ana hastened to apologize, and Spencer's hand went over hers to reassure her.

"It was a valid question. It is a valid question, indeed. Don't apologize. The thing is, I found myself wondering the same, you know?"

Ana sighed, she could see his struggle, and the urge to do anything to ease his pain increased.

"You are a good man, Spencer. You should know that. And it's completely valid if you want different things in life. It doesn't mean you have to shut down everything, but you can see changes as good things and not so terrifying," Ana told him, squeezing his hand. It was a gesture they got used to. Her hand on his felt comforting and right. Spencer looked at her with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry for overwhelming you with my - you know - things."

Ana shook her head.

"Don't be sorry. I'm happy to help. Also, I told you I was a good listener," she reminded him, releasing his hand to pat his knee.

"I can be a good listener too. I mean, if you need to. I know you said you didn't like to talk about yourself that much, but if you need to, I would be happy to hear you," Spencer offered, shyly looking at Ana. She returned him a smile.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. And I'll keep it in mind, okay?" Ana paused. "How do you feel now?" now she asked, pointing to his mug. Spencer looked at the empty cup. He did feel better.

"Way better. I would say this 'agüita' worked," Spencer confessed. "You were right." Ana chuckled, Spencer's Spanish accent wasn't the best, but she found it cute.

They kept talking for a while until he saw how tired Ana was. Despite her offering to stay up with him, Spencer insisted he was fine and both should go to sleep. Reluctantly, Ana agreed.

After that night, Spencer started to feel more confused. For him, Ana was still an enigma in many ways. Despite his skills as a profiler, he could tell the armor she placed in front of her rarely allowed him to see beyond. He had no doubt Ana was a powerful and tenacious woman with a difficult past. But whenever they came up with the subject of her life before coming to the US, she tended to say general things and then move the topic elsewhere.

He wanted to know more. Sure, he told himself it was for the best outcome in the interview, but deep down, there was something else, and he couldn't pinpoint it.

How much time had he left to find out?

During another case happening in Los Angeles, Spencer's phone chimed with a text. It was from Ana.

'I just got a letter from Immigration. They scheduled our interview for July 3rd.'

That's a month from there, Spencer estimated. He didn't know how to feel, to be honest. In a month, things would be over. Ana would go with her life, and they would part ways.

It was what they both wanted, right?

Ana told herself the same. As she got the letter, her anxiety thrived. It would happen eventually, but she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She had grown closer to Spencer in the almost two months they had been 'living together.' But she knew it wasn't her place, and it wasn't her life. The guy needed to get back his life, and she must move on with hers. Period.

A heatwave stroked hard in DC on the first days of June. Ana was displeased, so one of those days, when she got to the apartment after a long shift, she took a cold shower and decided to keep out of clothes except for a sports bra and panties. Spencer wasn't home, he left for a case four days ago, so it was no harm. She cooked dinner and ate watching a TV show. When she was done, it was still early, so she decided to tidy up the place. With her earbuds on, Ana chose her 'aseo playlist' and started to work.

A while later, she was so immersed in the music she didn't hear the front door open.

"Ana?" Spencer called once he realized the lights were on, but he got no response.

He wasn't prepared for what he entered in his living room. Ana was sweeping the floor while she danced and sang to the rhythm of a song.

'The lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own

Your heart sweats, your body shakes

Another kiss is what it takes.'

But seeing her dancing wasn't the only thing that captivated Spencer; it was her outfit or lack thereof. Spencer's eyes fixated on Ana's exposed skin as he felt his cheeks burning - and other parts of his body too.

'Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah. 

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. You know you're gonna have to face it; 

You're addicted to love.'

Without knowing what was going on behind her back, Ana kept performing to - for her - a non-existing audience. The cadence of the music made her hips move sensually. An open-mouthed Spencer watched as this beautiful - and almost naked - woman danced. Still scanning her body, he noticed a tattoo on her back and another on her right ribcage.

It was wrong, he knew, but he couldn't stop looking at her.

The charm bubble burst once Ana turned around to find a stunned Spencer staring at her.

"Oh, fuck!" Ana almost tripped with the broomstick, which fell to the floor. "Spencer! I didn't see you coming!" she yelled, pulling out her earbuds.

Spencer still couldn't say a word. He tried to keep his composure and gaze at her eyes, not her body. Then is when Ana realized her appearance. Little she could do for it, though.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I know this is inappropriate, but I didn't know you would be coming home today," she apologized, trying to cover herself behind the counter.

"I - uh, sorry. I should have texted. We caught the guy early this morning," he explained, averting his gaze to any direction but her.

"Good! That's good!" she nervously chirped.

Spencer knew he had to move. Ana was feeling enough embarrassment, and it wasn't right.

"Uh. I'm going to change. Don't mind me. You can resume your - well, what you were doing," Spencer said, still nervous but trying to sound calm and forcing his legs to cooperate and walk out of the living room.

"Oh. Okay. I can heat some dinner for you in the meantime. Well, after I put on some clothes," Ana half-joked as Spencer sauntered to his room as fast as he could.

Heat. What a choice of words, he thought.

"Thank you!" he called before shutting his bedroom door.

Ana felt mortified. It wasn't the fact she was almost naked dancing in the living room, or maybe it was, but it was more the fact Spencer saw her like that, so exposed.

She would never admit it, but she had also seen the boy in almost no clothes getting out of the shower one morning. Clearly, she didn't mention it to him. Ana realized the kind of domesticity they were hauling and how it could expose them in this way. It's not that she didn't like the idea; it was more that she liked it too much.

Spencer tried to forget what he saw that night. Still, even without an eidetic memory, he wouldn't—another reason why Spencer was captivated by Ana. But he wouldn't do anything about it; he was in a relationship with Maeve and didn't want to mess it up.

However, Spencer started to question his own decision.

It was one of the rare days of paperwork in which he could leave the BAU early. Spencer was grateful for it; the exhaustion from the previous case still had him wishing he could sleep for days.

Spencer was about to put the key in the lock when he heard a loud sound from inside, presumably a glass breaking. In fully-alerted mode, he pulled out his gun and carefully opened the door.

He kept frozen on the spot when he saw Ana yelling at the top of her lungs while knocking on the kitchen counter and throwing another glass to the wall.

"Hijo de puta! Maldito bastardo! (Son of the bitch! Bloody bastard!)"

That's when Spencer reacted, holstering his gun and slowly approaching Ana.

What the hell had happened?

"Ana? Hey, hey! What's wrong?" Spencer tried to call her attention, but Ana didn't acknowledge his presence yet. When their eyes met, Ana stopped shouting but still panted and disoriented.

"Qué me estás mirando, ah? También te vas a reir en mi cara? (What are you looking at?! Are you going to laugh at me too?!" the girl asked angrily. Spencer's face was pure confusion.

"What? No-I - what are you talking about?"

"You're not different from them. Nobody is different," Ana kept babbling, eyes to the ceiling to stop the tears pooling from her eyes.

Spencer's concern grew. He's seen people lose their temper like that in his line of work, and not for nothing.

"Ana, talk to me. What happened?"

That's when the girl broke; falling to her knees, she covered her face with both hands, fully crying now. Spencer quickly knelt in front of her to envelop her in a tight embrace.

"Hey, it's okay. It's going to be okay," he reassured, stroking her hair. Ana hid her face in Spencer's chest, crying disconsolately.

"I made a mess," she whined, clutching Spencer's cardigan.

"It doesn't matter. It's not important. Do you want to tell me what's wrong? How can I help?"

Ana contemplated her answer for a while. Spencer deserved an explanation for what was happening. She could have lied about it, but it wasn't fair to him, and she didn't have the energy to.

"I thought I could just forget it, you know? Maybe like that, I could have convinced myself that nothing wrong happened," she sighed.

"Come on, let's go to sit down," Spencer offered, getting up from the floor, helping Ana to do the same, and leading her to the sofa, avoiding the scattered glass shards on the floor.

Seeing she still had trouble breathing steadily, Spencer grabbed her hand and encouraged her to mimic him. Inhaling deeply and exhaling in the same way.

After a couple of minutes doing so, Ana nodded. She felt capable of talking.

"I know you already have noticed I avoid talking about a specific part of my past. Part of my childhood, to be specific. It's not I wanted to hide something from you instead from myself. I have never told anyone about this. I never even told my mom before she died."

Ana shifted in her spot on the couch. Suddenly her throat went dry.

"In my family, well, on my mother's side, blood ties have always been tremendously valued. My mom leaned on her family, especially after my dad left us. In fact, we lived with an aunt for several months until my mom managed to find an apartment that could afford both of us.

At that time, in the house, my aunt lived with his husband and their son. I almost didn't see my uncle; he worked all day. And as the money wasn't enough, my aunt found a job too. My mom doubled shifts at her job, partially to make money and partly to forget her husband had left her. That meant I was alone with my cousin almost every afternoon I got back from school."

Ana paused to gauge Spencer's reaction. He was listening intently to every word. And even if he was running every possible turn in her story in his brain, his trained poker face didn't reveal anything.

"I was a 9-year-old girl, barely trying to understand why her dad was no longer with her. I didn't know much about anything. Just my mom always told me to be careful around strangers. That's why it didn't seem weird to me when my sixteen-year-cousin got very close to me, coincidentally when we were alone. At first, he would agree to play any game I could think of with me. Dolls, cars, PlayStation, whatever. The problem began when he wanted to decide what game to play. The way he looked at me went unnoticed by me at first. But something in my gut told me it wasn't okay when once we were playing doctor-patient, and he wanted me to take off my dress. He convinced me somehow. And I was so confused. God, I thought it was part of the game. That time he only watched me for a long time. The next time it happened, he touched me, fortunately, nowhere intimate part. Every time, he was increasing the risk. The next time it happened, he - he tried to touch me down there, but out of instinct, I didn't let him. But I didn't know what else to do. Then I froze when I saw him grabbing his dick, and he started jerking off in front of me. I didn't even know what that was!" Ana recounted, disgusted at the memory.

"Did he-?" Spencer trailed off. Ana shook her head, knowing what he wanted to ask.

"No. He couldn't. After he finished doing it himself, he sent me to my room. And I got so shocked I couldn't stay with him anymore. I begged to stay at my classmates' houses until my mom could pick me up. A month later, my mom found us an apartment."

Spencer let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Why you didn't tell your mom?" Ana shrugged.

"She already had a lot on her plate. And she trusted so much in her family. Also, I didn't know what really happened until later in school when people started to talk about abuse and stuff like that." Spencer nodded in understanding.

"What did you do then?" he asked softly.

"For a long time, I pretended it never happened. My mom died, and I didn't have time to think about that. But sure, you can guess I couldn't go like that forever. A time after my mom died, I had to go to therapy. And it helped. I did acknowledge what happened, and it wasn't okay. Still, I couldn't let that event dictate how I establish relationships with people. You know, despite my trust issues, I engaged in some healthy relationships in college and moved on. At least I thought I did until today," Ana sniffled—head shooking in denial.

"What happened today?" Spencer asked.

"I - I never knew what happened to him. I lost all contact with my family after my mom passed. But today I discovered he - he was found dead in his cell after being sentenced for raping and killing three women," Ana winced as the words left her mouth. "Do you know what it means? He hurt others. And I didn't say anything back then! The bastard harmed people and didn't pay for it. And I didn't do anything to prevent it!"

Her tightly-fisted hands collided with the couch's cushions. Frustration, guilt, and anger poured from her. Spencer was quick to react, holding her hands in his.

"Hey, no, no, no. Don't say that. You fought for your safety. You didn't know. You were a child. It's not your fault, okay?" Spencer reassured her.

"But I should have said something! To anyone! Maybe someone could have stopped him," Ana debated, feeling the guilt eating her. Spencer shook his head.

"You had your reasons, Ana. You wanted to protect your mom and yourself. And nothing guaranteed it didn't happen again. He was sixteen then; he was already on the wrong track. It wasn't your call to notice and warn people about him."

Ana took in Spencer's words. It was reasonable. She was a child. Still, it didn't feel enough right now. Her rational brain was fighting with the nagging feeling of remorse.

"Is it bad I wish I never knew what happened to him?" Ana cracked, feeling the tears down her cheeks.

"Not at all. Believe me. There is nothing wrong with that," Spencer assured, embracing her tightly. "And I know you're thinking you were luckier than the others he might and did hurt during his life, and you were. But remember, he did hurt you too. And that isn't any less."

Ana cried, held by Spencer in his arms. It was an intricate feeling. On the one hand, she felt terrible knowing justice didn't get served and how that man managed to hurt more people. But on the other, a relief washed over her after letting it out.

Minutes became at least half an hour. Spencer traced comforting patterns on Ana's back as the tears subsided. He thought she was falling asleep until she spoke again.

"I still made a mess in your kitchen," she mumbled with a raspy voice from the crying.

"It is the last of my concerns right now," he replied, a gentle hand still stroking her back.

"I should go to get rid of the glass shatters," she lifted her head from Spencer's chest, attempting to stand up, but Spencer didn't let her.

"No, no, no. None of that. You'll stay here. I'm going to clean that off, and I'll make some tea for both of us. It may not be like your 'aguitas,' but it will help," Spencer announced.

That made Ana chuckle. Even if she wanted to argue with Spencer about it, she felt already drained to do so.

Spencer was right. His tea was different from Ana's, but it helped. It helped in such a way sleepiness found her quickly, making her doze off on the couch with her head on Spencer's lap. He didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he snatched a blanket from the chair next to the couch and covered them both. As Spencer watched her sleep, his thoughts wandered toward that lingering feeling in him—the urge to embrace her. Not only physically embracing her yet embracing her heart, her whole. It was something new for him.

It wasn't like the need to protect someone vulnerable to danger as he usually did at his job. Ana had already shown early in life that she could cope with adversity. Even so, seeing his heart exposed this way elicited a feeling of admiration and unconditionally. He could no longer see her as a stranger, let alone get the idea she would soon be no longer in his life. Was he naive in thinking they could keep this friendship once everything was over? Was he a fool in believing the feeling was mutual? Was it reasonable to think this was just friendship? Without answering all those questions, an exhausted Spencer fell asleep with Ana in his arms. In his mind, embracing her in more than a way.

Morning found Ana curled on the couch, covered with a blanket and something - someone - else. As she stirred, she felt a pair of arms around her waist. That was enough for her to open her eyes fully. 

Those arms were Spencer's. Shit.

Not daring to move, Ana mentally revisited the night before. She fell asleep on Spencer's couch with Spencer himself wrapping his arms around her. Why didn't he wake her up? Was he still sleeping? The soft snoring escaping his lips told her yes.

Ana thought it was a crime to feel so comfortable right now. Should she move? Ana contemplated her options until, as on cue, Spencer stretched, losing his grip on her waist. She moved slowly, sliding off the sofa until she touched the floor. Seeing Spencer still not open his eyes, she got up quickly.

Still groggy from sleep, Spencer opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ana standing before him.

"Hey," he mumbled. Ana mirrored him.

"Hey. Good morning."

"Good morning," he smiled. Ana cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked, not mentioning how they were cuddling in their sleep. Spencer shifted to a sit position.

"You looked tired, and I didn't want you to disturb your sleep," he simply explained, rubbing his palms on his eyes to sweep the remaining slumber.

"I'm sorry. You must have been uncomfortable all night," Ana deduced, taking in the couch and the tall man on it.

Spencer thought about it, and the truth was far from that statement.

"Not really. Quite the opposite," Spencer admitted at loud. Ana gave him an odd look, and he realized what he said. "How are you feeling?" Spencer quickly changed the subject.

"Better, I guess," she shrugged. "I wanted to thank you for listening to me and, well, not kicking my ass out of here after the mess I made in your kitchen," she chuckled. Spencer did the same.

"I would never do that. And I'm glad you're feeling better," Spencer said, giving her a wide smile. Ana could have melted in the spot. How could he be so cute like that? She couldn't help but take in his adorable messy hair and how he rubbed his eyes like a sleepy little kid.

Get a grip, Ana. Get a grip.

"You know, I'm going to make breakfast. If you want to take a shower first," Ana offered, ready to head to the kitchen. Spencer checked his watch, and an idea popped.

"Ana! Wait!" he stopped her. She looked confused, asking if something was wrong. Spencer shook his head. "No, no. It's just, can we do something today? I mean, what if we go out and do breakfast in a new place I found?" Ana raised an eyebrow.

"Are you betraying my coffee shop?" Spencer laughed.

"Never! But I think you'll like the place. It's a beautiful day outside, and we can take a walk afterward. What do you say?"

Ana didn't know why she felt her cheeks turn red. It's not like he's asking her out on a date or anything like that. It's just a friendly outing. He only wanted to be nice to her, she thought.

"Okay. We can do that. One condition, though," Ana prefaced in a serious tone.

"Name it," Spencer quickly replied.

"Only if we're going to eat ice cream afterward," Ana said, and Spencer smirked.

"Deal."

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Green Card - Ch4: Your Life, My Life, and Ours (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: Ana and Spencer think they will soon get what they were waiting for. Only one of them will. Or: this is getting more complicated than we thought.

Word Count:  5.3k

CW: Some strong words. Talking about deceased parents (Ana). Talking about dads leaving their families (Ana and Spencer). Entire Spanish sentences (you have been warned). If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Chapter 4 is here. I particularly enjoyed writing this one. Let me know what you think.

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Spencer vented enough about his relationship with Maeve that afternoon. After two more cups of coffee, Ana already knew how Spencer had met Maeve and the dynamic they had been keeping for over a year.

"You're right. Things between you two are complicated, indeed," she concluded. Spencer sighed.

"I should end it, right?" 

Ana held her hands up in surrender.

"I'm not judging you, and I'm not giving any advice regarding this. I'm the worst when it comes to romantic relationships. Too messy for me, always," Ana confessed.

"It's bad to say I'm a little relieved I'm not the only one with messy relationships?" Spencer asked, making her chuckle.

"Yeah. Not very nice of you, but understandable," Ana conceded, checking her phone. It was late, and she didn't want to take advantage of her welcome at Spencer's place. He walked her to the door, thanking her for listening to him.

After she left, Spencer plopped again on the couch. Apparently, it was confirmed talking about things brings some relief to people. That didn't mean he had any resolution, but at least he felt less overwhelmed. Ana was indeed a good listener.

They didn't talk again for a couple of days. Spencer thought it could be a time before she would get her residence. Bureaucracy is always about time.

And thinking about that, Spencer didn't get any response from Fogarty yet. That kept him a bit nervous.

But he didn't give him much of an issue either. The cases at the BAU kept him busy enough to become overly anxious. In the same way, having case after case kept him away from DC and, therefore, from the coffee shop and Ana.

The night Spencer returned to his place after a long case in New Heaven, he was skimming a new book with a cup of coffee in hand. Suddenly three loud knocks made him jump from his seat.

Opening the door, he saw Ana crying and totally drenched from the rain pouring outside. With no further question, Spencer took hold of her hand to lead her into the apartment.

"Hey, hey. Ana. What's wrong?" he asked after closing the door and inspecting Ana's face. The poor girl only could sob a babbled incoherent words. Incoherent words until Spencer paid more attention.

"Me van a deportar. Ellos - ellos me van a deportar. Estoy jodida. La cagué, Spencer. Ellos lo saben todo y me van a echar del país." (They are going to deport me. They - they are going to deport me. I'm screwed. I fucked it up, Spencer. They know all of it and they are going to kick me out of the US).

Spencer's eyes widened at the realization.

"Wait, what? How? How do they know?"

Still sobbing, Ana produced an envelope from her purse and gave it to him. It was a letter from the Immigration Office.

'Ms. Reid,

Regarding the new information submitted and after the visit of USCIS agents to your home, we instruct you and Mr. Reid to attend an Examination Interview, according to the legal faculties of US law. We'll inform you date and place of this interview as soon as our office determines it.'

"Oh," Spencer muttered. He knew green card interviews existed but didn't know much about them. What he did know after reading the letter was Jones and Gorski's visit didn't go as well as they thought.

"It's over," Ana lamented, drying her tears with her thumbs. And then Spencer snapped from his stupor.

"What?"

“Cómo que qué? Es obvio! Es imposible que vayamos a una entrevista así. No nos conocemos lo suficiente, y no podremos fingir como lo hicimos con los otros agentes, que por cierto poco funcionó. (What are you asking? It’s evident! There is no way we go to an interview like that. We don’t know each other that much, and we can’t fake the way we did with Jones and Gorski. And clearly it didn’t work either),” Ana complained, falling into crying again.

She had a point. Spencer heard that kind of interview could be very detailed. It wasn't surprising, though; the goal was to find the people lying about their marriage for the green card. Tragicomically, people like themselves.

"Ana, you need to calm down. Come on, sit here," Spencer helped her to the couch and sat by her side. "Now you need to breathe, please. Follow my lead."

As she tentatively did so, trying to subside the tears and the incipient hiccup, Spencer racked his brain, looking for a solution. It pained him to see Ana like this. He didn't even think about his own status yet.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I pulled you into this," Ana apologized when she found a steady breathing pattern.

"Don't say that. We're in this together, okay? I'm going to get you some water. Please, keep deep breathing," he said, patting Ana's hand before strolling to his kitchen.

While filling a glass with fresh water, Spencer's brain worked fast. The letter wasn't good news, but neither was an end road. They wanted to test them. And what do you do when you need to pass a test? Well, you study. That's what you do. Why should this be different?

Handing her the glass of water, Spencer sat again by Ana's side. The girl thanked him and downed the liquid relatively fast.

"I came here and didn't even call. I don't usually be like this. I mean, this kind of visceral and impulsive. I'm just- when I got the letter, I freaked out," Ana explained.

"I understand. And you did okay coming here. It's a lot and enough to be overwhelmed," Spencer said, taking the glass from her hands and leaving it on the coffee table.

"I guess. And I know this was a possibility, but I really thought we had pulled it off," Ana lamented, running a hand over her hair.

"We still can," Spencer pointed calmly, making Ana's head snap.

"What? You're considering we can go to the interview?"

"Yes. I do."

"But Spencer, they will ask everything about our life together. A life we don't have if you didn't notice."

"That's why we'll study."

"Study? Like for an exam?"

"Exactly."

"I know you have a Ph.D. and stuff, but this isn't something you just can memorize. I mean- yeah, maybe I could remember your mother's and colleagues' names, but it doesn't mean I know you."

Ana had a point. Memorizing facts was only part of the deal. But Spencer was determined to make it work.

"That's why we'll get to know each other to prove them wrong."

"And how do you suggest doing that? Living like a real husband and wife?" Ana laughed. But it subsided quickly when she saw Spencer's serious demeanor. "Are you saying-?" She asked, now worried about the implications.

"No. Not like that. I mean, we can improve our knowledge of each other by sharing our routines. Not doing marital life, of course, but as friends or roommates? It could work."

Ana wondered what was worse: marrying a complete stranger to get the green card or living with your stranger husband to pass an exam to get the green card. Had she a choice? Sure, she had one: running from Spencer's apartment to make her suitcase and leave the US for good. But it wasn't what she wanted.

"So, you are suggesting we should live together?" Ana double-checked. Spencer nodded.

"Until the interview. I mean- we can be roommates. I have a spare room you can use. And we can study in our free time. Of course, we can do this only if you are okay with it. If not, we can think of another thing," Spencer clarified, knowing it was a lot. It was for him, at least, but he was willing to try it.

It was absurd, but at this point, what it wasn't?

There wasn't much thinking about what to do. After talking to Spencer that night, Ana was determined to give the best interview ever to get her residence. So she accepted Spencer's offer. 

Ana kept reassuring herself with her suitcase in hand as she was about to knock on Spencer's door that Sunday afternoon.

It would be a couple of weeks. They hoped so, but there wasn't any certain. The letter said they would be notified of the interview date, and Spencer did his research, and it could be at least a matter of weeks.

Spencer opened the door and invited her in.

"Well, you already know the living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. Please, feel free to place your things where you prefer. I'll take you to your room," he told her, walking down the hall.

The bedroom was a more decent size, larger than the room she rented. It had a small window that faced the street, and one of the walls adjoined Spencer's room.

As she scanned the place, Spencer watched her intently.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to. We can always find another alternative," Spencer told Ana, suspecting the doubts she might still have. That got Ana out of the inspection mode.

"Spencer, it's okay. You're right. It's the efficient way to go. And it will be only for a couple of weeks. It's me who would be asking if you're okay with this. This's your place. I'm the intruder here."

What Ana said was true. Spencer was used to living alone. He only shared a place when he was studying at Caltech, and it was only for a few months. After that, he got used to being alone. Even Maeve hadn't stayed more than one night when she visited.

"Don't say that. I suggested it and wouldn't if I'm not okay with it. I would tell you I am excellent company as a roommate, but I would be lying," Spencer declared, making Ana chuckle. "I assure you, though, you can feel free to be in this apartment as if it were yours. Now I'll leave you so you can settle in."

That was sweet of him, Ana thought. Sure, it was in both parties' interests this turn out well, but it still seemed to Ana that Spencer was doing more than expected.

She was left tidying her clothes and her other belongings. They agreed to start studying that night over dinner.

When Ana left the room a few hours later, Spencer had a pizza box on the table and was brewing coffee.

"It's probably not as good as the one you make, but I hope it works," he told her, pointing to the pot.

"I'm sure it will."

After eating a few slices of pizza, the conversation turned to Ana and her life since arriving in the US.

"I have been working at the coffee shop for six months now. This is my only income. I live in a small room I can rent, and I have nobody here," she recounted, sipping her coffee.

"What about your coworker? Is she your friend?" Spencer asked, biting another pizza slide.

"Who? Sarah? I guess. She is nice, but I wouldn't say she is my friend-friend," Ana acknowledged.

"And you left friends in your hometown?" 

Ana thought about that for a moment.

"Not really, if I'm honest. I'm not very friendly in general. Not here, not there. And don't you dare to judge me for that, okay?" Ana said defensively. Spencer shook his head.

"Hey. I'm not judging you. I wouldn't consider myself much friendly either, you know?" he said. Ana nodded in understanding.

"And I bet people nag you about it all the time," she filled. Spencer chuckled.

"Sort of. But now, I interpret it as a form of concern. It is not always welcomed, though."

"Oh boy, I feel you," Ana agreed, grabbing another pizza slide from the box. "My turn," she prefaced. "What about you? FBI, uh?" Spencer nodded.

"Yes. I got to the Academy when I was twenty. I started as a profiler in the Behavioral Analysis Unit at twenty-two." Ana's eyes widened.

"You fucking kidding me? How is it you were an FBI agent at twenty-two? Didn't you say you had a Ph.D.?" Ana tried to assemble the pieces.

"Uh - well. Three Ph.D., actually. I graduated from school at twelve," Spencer clarified.

"Wow. I thought Doogie Howser didn't exist!" Ana said, amazed. Spencer's brows furrowed.

"Who?" he asked. Was Ana talking about a scientist he didn't know?

"You know, the young medical doctor? The guy who performed surgeries at fourteen?" she clued, but Spencer's face showed no recognition.

"It was a famous TV show! Well, it was where I lived. With the Latin American translation, of course."

A TV show; that's why Spencer didn't hear any of it.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I don't know much about pop culture," he apologized. Of course, it wasn't the first time it happened to him. It was like a continuous remembrance of every Monday's first talk with Garcia when she rambles about her weekend.

"Don't blame you. I watched a lot of shit in my youth, to be honest," Ana dismissed, seeing the troubled expression on Spencer's face.

They talked for a few hours until the yawning came. Since they both had to get up early in the morning, they agreed to go to sleep and continue the next day.

Ana fell asleep with the idea that it had to work out no matter how strange all this was. Spencer drew the same conclusion before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Spencer came out of his room fully dressed, he noticed Ana had already left for work, leaving a pot of freshly brewed coffee on the counter and a note: 'Good morning. Here's a little treat for the hospitality.'

Spencer smiled, serving a cup and taking a sip of - in his opinion - the best coffee in DC.

When Ana returned from her shift in the middle of the afternoon, the apartment was expectably empty. Having more time than the day before, she took her time to look around. In addition to the shelves lined with books, she noted the few photographs Spencer had. In one of them, a young Spencer appeared with presumably his mother. The resemblance was undeniable. In others, with a group of people. Ana recognized some of them from the afternoon Spencer went to the coffee shop with his colleagues. But if Ana had to compare, more academic certificates were hanging on the walls than photographs. That contributed to Spencer's statement of being a man with little sociability.

She felt creepy peering into Spencer's apartment that way, but she had to learn more about him and prepare for the interview. That was the reason she gave herself, although the curiosity the pumpkin pie boy prompted in her was undeniable.

Late at night, Spencer still had yet to arrive. Ana suspected perhaps he had had to leave the city. Her suspicions were confirmed by a text message later. 'Sorry, I should have notified you sooner. I went to North Carolina on a case. I'll be back in a few days. SR.'

Spencer came back from North Carolina after four days. Exhausted, he was about to leave the BAU after the debriefing when his phone rang. Without looking at the caller-ID, he answered.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Reid? I'm calling from Dr. Fogarty's office. We want to arrange a new meeting with you and your wife to agree on the conditions for your mother's admission to the medical trial. When do you think we can schedule this meeting?"

Spencer kept flabbergasted after the call. Did that mean they had already accepted his mom? They still wanted a meeting with him and his wife. Shit. They wanted to meet Ana. He would have to ask her to come with him—this time with a complete and convincing story about them. He hoped Ana wouldn't have issues about it.

"That's great, Spencer! They only want us to make it official," Ana reassured him. "And, of course, I will go with you." Any apprehension he had was no longer there. Ana was willing, and she seemed truly happy by the news.

"We need to study then," Spencer asserted. That made Ana's smile falter. It was late already, and she had had a hard shift that day.

"Now?" Ana narrowed her eyes.

"Yes. The meeting is in two days. We need to be prepared," Spencer told her, patting the free spot on the couch.

Ana huffed but sat on the couch by his side nonetheless.

"Fine. Okay. What do you want to know today?" she asked, crisscrossing her legs, facing Spencer.

"We should start with the basics. Tell me where you were born and about your family."

Ana bit her lower lip. She wasn't keen on talking about her family but knew Spencer should learn everything about her.

"Okay. Here we go. I was born in a small town named Campanario in 1982. My father's name was Alberto González, and my mother's was María Galvez. They are both deceased."

"I'm sorry," Spencer mumbled.

"It's okay. It's been a while already. My mom died when I was twelve. My dad four years ago. I don't have any siblings, or at least that I know of. I'm not sure if my dad had any more children after he left my mom," Ana shrugged.

"So your dad didn't stay with you for too long," Spencer pointed.

"No. But enough time to not want to see him again. He left when I was nine. I only went to his funeral because I knew my mom wouldn't forgive me if I didn't. So much so I'm sure she would come to haunt me in my sleep," Ana let out a sad chuckle. Spencer looked at her, seeing the longing in her eyes. That told him Ana and her mom's bond must have been strong.

"Okay. Your turn," Ana said, grabbing a notepad and a pen from the coffee table. Spencer frowned. "What? I need to take notes. I don't have a brain like yours."

Spencer told Ana about his family and a bit of his childhood. His mom's illness and his dad leaving. What he had to do with his mom when he turned eighteen.

Many of the things he said were recounted as facts- like he was telling a story it wasn't his life. But behind the calm and steady voice, Ana could sense how affected he was for most of them. She couldn't help the comment leaving her mouth.

"I guess we both have enough daddy issues to fill anyone's gap." Once the words left her mouth, she regretted it. She crossed a line, and it was wrong. But she got confused when she saw Spencer laughing.

"You know? When I have to tell this to anyone, the most common phrases I hear are, 'Oh, I'm sorry,' 'It's so sad,' 'Poor kid,' and so on. It's refreshing to see someone trading empathetic words with a tint of irony," Spencer explained.

"Wow. It's good you see it that way. I was thinking of getting my ass kicked because of this," Ana spoke after an exaggerated sigh, prompting Spencer to shake his head and keep laughing.

The meeting with Fogarty was arranged for a Thursday at 4 pm. Ana finished her shift after lunch that day, and Spencer asked Emily for the afternoon off. Spencer picked Ana up from the apartment and drove to the sanitarium. After putting their rings on in the car, they reviewed some details they had discussed in the previous days.

"Dr. Reid. It's good to see you again," Fogarty greeted, shaking Spencer's hand before shifting his gaze to Ana. "And you must be Mrs. Reid."

"Ana Reid. Nice to meet you," Ana extended her hand to Fogarty.

After the formal greetings, Fogarty guided them into the office and invited them to sit.

"Well, Dr. Reid. As my assistant told you by phone, I wanted to review with you and your wife some details regarding your mother's placement in the medical trial," Fogarty explained.

"That means my mom got the spot?" Spencer asked for clarification, and Fogarty nodded.

"Yes, she did. Due to your current marital status and with all the other requirements filled, there does no impede for Diana Reid to getting into the program."

"That's awesome, baby," Ana happily said, squeezing Spencer's hand and looking at him.

"Yes. It is," Spencer confirmed, kissing Ana's knuckles. Fogarty smiled at the couple.

"How long have you known each other? I'm asking since I can see you have only been married for a month," the doctor asked. It was a question Spencer and Ana had rehearsed before.

"A long time, you know?" Ana started. "We met in Vegas when we were young, but after Spencer left for college, we lost contact."

"Yeah. I really thought I would never see her again. Until we found each other here in DC four years ago," Spencer added.

"You must be asking why we didn't marry before," Ana anticipated. "It was kind of my fault. I love Spencer with all my heart, but I'm not a huge believer in institutional bonds, you know? Don't get me wrong; I've been married to him in heart and soul since we reunited years ago, but doing it on paper wasn't my priority until he told me about this opportunity for Diana. That's why I considered it. He didn't want to tell me so I wouldn't feel forced to do it, but it would have been selfish of me not to if I already know I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him," Ana confided Fogarty.

The couple also agreed upon that explanation, but Ana made it so natural that Spencer was impressed. It felt less plausible when they were rehearsing it.

"You must really love Dr. Reid, then. Considering this particular situation, you agreed on something you didn't contemplate before," Fogarty pointed. Ana's cheeks flushed. This time she was projecting her current situation and the fact she actually did something she didn't think of doing. Of course, she has a powerful reason to, but Spencer's motivations were somehow in the mix.

"After knowing, I didn't doubt it. I love Diana, but furthermore, it's for the love Spencer has for her. They always have been each other rock, and I know he would do anything for her and vice versa. Between Diana's illness and Spencer's job, things have not been easy for them," Ana paused before continuing. "You know, I lost my mom in my early youth, and still, there are some hard days for me. That's why I treasure being part of the Reid family. It's a privilege I pretend to honor in all my capacity."

Fogarty looked satisfied with the answer, and Spencer didn't expect it at all. That wasn't something they talked about or agreed to say, and it touched Spencer's heart. His eyes were fixed on her, and Ana could feel it. That's why she fought the urge to look at him back.

Fogarty continued the meeting with technical details about Diana's arrival and the first steps on her treatment. Then he dispatched the couple because he had another appointment.

Ana and Spencer didn't talk until they were in the car, taking their rings off.

"Thank you," Spencer said to Ana, who smiled at him.

"Don't mention it. I told you I would come with you," she reminded him.

"And for what you said there, too. I mean, the last part about being a Reid?" Ana's cheeks tinted a shade of pink.

"Oh. That. Sorry if it was too much," Ana apologized in advance. Spencer shook his head.

"Not at all. Is it something you think, though? I mean, leaving aside the part of us being actually- you know-" he trailed off.

"Leaving aside the part of us being actually in love? Yes." Ana conceded. Spencer nodded, not knowing what else to say. 

To salvage them of an awkward moment, Ana changed the subject. "Well, I guess this calls for a celebration, huh?"

"Yeah, sure," Spencer agreed.

"How about a homemade dinner? I can prepare it," she offered. Spencer shook his head.

"Ana, you don't have to. We can order something," he tried to persuade her.

"No. None of that. Your mom got a spot in a top medical trial. That's great news. You can't celebrate it with pizza or Chinese. But we need to go to the grocery store. With what you have in the fridge, we won't do anything, honestly," Ana complained. Spencer huffed. "Hey, am I lying? Can you name the last meal you cooked with ingredients from your fridge?" Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Fine. We're going to the grocery store, then."

Walking through the aisles, Ana carefully scanned the shelves to pick the needed products. Spencer followed her with the cart, half full of things he had never bought.

"Are you sure we need all of this?" Spencer asked, worried. After putting in the cart two bags of frozen corn, Ana replied.

"Of course. What I want to cook needs veggies, carbs, and meat. Not to mention we need to buy more things for your empty pantry."

"Hey. It's not empty!" Spencer protested.

"Sorry, you're right. It's not empty, just filled with boxes of cereal and coffee beans," Ana corrected mockingly.

"The essentials," Spencer pointed.

"I should have already suspected this after seeing the sugar you put in your coffee. I don't get it, though."

"What?"

"I mean, you're a certificated genius. I bet you have read a lot of research about unhealthy habits and what they can do to you," she said and turned to scan what brand of peas she would choose.

"Sure, I had done it. It doesn't mean I do something about it," Spencer recognized, and Ana looked at him. "I'm not proud, okay? But it had been my life since I can remember," he shrugged. Ana's expression softened. Now connecting the dots, it made sense to her.

"Well, that's why I'm going to show you what you have been missing here, mister," Ana teased. Spencer arched a brow.

"It's doctor, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. Husband-doctor. Why don't you go to get the bread, honey? I'll weigh these tomatoes, and I’ll join you there,” Ana winked. Spencer chuckled.

"Yes, ma'am."

Spencer did so, driving the cart two aisles down and submerging himself in diverse bread types. When he was choosing his brand, a voice it wasn’t Ana's called him.

"Boy wonder?"

"Oh. Hey, Garcia," Spencer chimed like someone caught doing something illicit. "What - what are you doing here?" He stuttered, looking around uncomfortably.

"You know, getting some new shoes," Penelope quipped, but Spencer didn't flinch. "What do you think, genius? The same as you, doing grocery!"

"Oh, yeah. Of course, you do."

Spencer kept standing as Penelope examined his nervous demeanor. Shifting her gaze to the cart, she knew something was off.

"Are you alone?"

"Me? Oh, yeah -" Spencer was about to assure when Ana's voice stopped him mid-sentence.

"I can believe how expensive this store is. These vegetables-" Ana stopped talking when she saw Spencer in front of a blonde she recognized from the coffee shop.

Shit.

Spencer turned to see Ana standing behind him with a bag of tomatoes. "I mean, no. Not alone," Spencer corrected. Garcia arched a brow, an amused smile on her face.

"I know you," Garcia told Ana.

Double shit.

This wasn't expected. Not at all. What would they say now?

“You’re the girl from the coffee shop,” Penelope realized. Ana looked at Spencer for a sign about who would handle this. He nodded subtly.

“Yes. She is. Penelope, this is my friend Ana from Vegas; Ana, this is my friend Penelope from the BAU.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you. Although my curiosity strikes again. Friends from Vegas? It didn’t seem you knew each other when we were at the coffee shop,” Penelope pointed as she shook Ana’s hand.

“Yeah. About that,” Spencer prefaced. “I know you guys. If I had told you we knew each other, you wouldn’t have let her alone, and she was working.”

Penelope scoffed.

“We are not that bad! But okay, maybe we have made a little interrogation. Anyway, what’s the story? Why I haven't heard about you before?”

Ana saw how Spencer’s brain was about to combust, so she thought she could help.

“Well, we lost contact after Spencer left Vegas for college, and I moved with my family to South America. I only returned to the US a year ago and settled in DC the last September, starting at the coffee shop. One day I arrived at work, and Spencer was there. So, in short, you could say we are still reconnecting in our friendship,” Ana explained.

“Oh! Old friendship. I like that. And you sure you’re not dating? I mean, you are doing grocery together. If anyone sees you would say you look like a couple.”

“Penelope!” Spencer scolded. Ana chuckled at the straightforwardness.

“We’re not dating. We are just getting some things here because I promised Spencer to cook him a decent meal,” Ana explained. Garcia’s eyes widened.

“Oh! That's awesome! Gods know how badly this boy needs a homemade meal from time to time.”

“That's what I have been told him,” Ana seconded.

“Can you please at least acknowledge I’m right here?” Spencer complaint.

“We say these things because we love you, boy wonder,” Garcia said, patting Spencer’s shoulder. Ana smiled at Garcia’s display of affection and the cute pout Spencer sported. It seemed more than a relationship between colleagues. They looked like real friends. She made a mental note about it to ask Spencer later.

Her notification ring distracted Penelope from the interrogation she had Ana and Spencer in. Checking the phone, she huffed in frustration.

“What is it, Garcia?” Spencer asked, worried.

“Nah. It’s not a big deal. I just got canceled the dinner I had tonight. And silly me buying nice things,” she complained, peering at her cart.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer mumbled.

“Don’t be. Sergio will be better company tonight. Okay, you two, I’ll let you be. It was nice to meet you, nice girl,” Garcia prompted her goodbyes. Ana saw Spencer’s sad face. It was like he wanted to do something for his friend but didn’t know what.

“You know, I’ll make a typical dish I learned from my mom’s family. I don't mind ‘pelar otra papa y poner algo más de agua en la olla,’ really,” Ana said. Both Spencer and Garcia looked at her, puzzled. The girl laughed. “I just said I don’t mind having another guest at dinner. The more, the merrier,” she clarified, looking at Spencer for if she had gone too far. Spencer smiled.

“Oh, no. I don’t want to intrude on a dinner between old friends,” Penelope dismissed. Spencer scoffed.

“Come on, Garcia. I know you are dying to ask more about Ana, me, and our life,” Spencer affirmed. Penelope narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth, faking offense.

“I would never! But since you insist so kindly. Let’s taste Ana’s dish,” Garcia cheered.

Spencer and Ana shared a complicity look. This dinner and this night promise to be exciting, no doubt of it.

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Green Card - Ch3: Newlyweds and Poorly Known (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: Ana and Spencer marry thinking things will be easy from there. They are wrong.

Word Count: 4.5k

CW: One mention of sex (not described). Mention of illegal activities (marriage for convenience).

A/N: Hey there! This is chapter 3. Things start to get messy from here. Sorry (not sorry). Tell me what you think.

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The December cold morning found Spencer at the entrance of the courthouse. With a coffee in hand, he waited for Ana to arrive. From time to time, he checked his watch. It was still early, but he was visibly nervous.

Why? Was the fact he was going to marry a stranger? Or the fact it was an illegality? Both? Spencer didn't know, but he kept telling himself he had to do it.

After some minutes, Spencer spotted Ana walking toward him, Sarah by her side. Once they saw him, he waved to them awkwardly.

Sarah agreed to be their witness in their elopement. She wanted to help Ana, and since she insisted on considering Spencer’s offer, it was the least she could do.

The three exchanged sheepish hellos, only to end in uncomfortable silence. Spencer didn't know much to say as his eyes landed on the girl he would marry in the next hour.

It wasn’t how he imagined tying the knot. And boy, he thought about marrying several times in his life.

When he was a child, and his mom read him those classical novels with knights and damsels, Spencer pictured himself rescuing a girl and promising forever love.

Then, in school, he always hoped to find a girl who could understand him, and he would love and commit to life. With years, although Spencer understood reality wasn’t like books, his inner romantic self treasured the hope of finding his forever love. Even in his first year at the BAU, Spencer daydreamed about his chances of marrying JJ someday.

But now, in his late thirties, Spencer Reid has given up. He no longer looked for a person to devote his life to.

In these years, it was enough to get some affection and decent sex. And for him, Maeve has been filling those squares pretty well.

Spencer didn't think anymore he would get more than that in his life.

That's the reason he had contradictory feelings right now. Could he at least indulge in the fantasy for a moment? For the sake of times full of illusions and longing? It wasn’t difficult, to be honest. Ana is an attractive woman, and he noticed it as soon as he started to frequent the coffee shop. On any other day, he would have said it was impossible for a girl like her could lay eyes on him.

‘Who do you want to fool, Spencer Reid? She didn't lay eyes on you; she is doing this for a green card,’ the same Spencer chastised himself.

Ana’s thoughts were in a similar place as Spencer’s.

It's fake. It's fake. It's fake. Ana repeated over and over in her head. But the urge to throw up didn't fade. Why was she so edgy? Maybe because Sarah has been teasing her nonstop since she told her about the elopement. It's nonsense, though. The attractive Pumpkin-pie guy wasn’t marrying her. Well, he was, but not to ‘her,’ instead the chance of getting a spot for his mom in a clinical trial.

‘Él quiere ayudar a su mamá, y yo quiero mi residencia. Es una locura, pero no tengo otra alternativa.’ (he wants to help his mom, and I want my green card. It's insane, but I don't have a choice).

Maybe knowing his motives made the whole thing less wrong. Not right, but less wrong.

Ana told Spencer she would have done anything for her mom. And it was utterly true.

Watching Ana and Spencer, it wasn't difficult for Sarah to perceive their anxiety. Poor little kids, she thought.

“We should go in, right?” Sarah suggested, and her words worked to catch Spencer's attention.

“Oh, yes. Yes. We should. It's time,” he confirmed after rechecking his watch.

The three moved into the building and walked down a long, cold hallway to the registry office. After taking a number, the three sat and waited to be called.

"Spencer Reid and Ana Gonzalez," a woman shouted from a doorway. They quickly got up and followed the woman into the office.

An officiant animatedly greeted the couple and their witness. Spencer wondered how a person who always has to perform ceremonies for a thousand people who married for a thousand different reasons could pretend to be happy for all of them. Does she know how many marriages of convenience she officiates every day? Spencer could even estimate the number, and he was sure the officiant knew that too. His thoughts ended when the woman started to recite the law behind the marriage act.

It was happening.

After the whole legal speech, the officiant started with the questions which would seal the deal. His hands started shaking. And without any prompt, Ana held one of his hands, squeezing it gently. Spencer subtly glanced at their laced hands, and a sense of calm washed over him. He didn't know how, but the gesture did the trick.

“Do you, Ana, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” the girl pronounced, loud and clear, sliding the wedding band on Spencer’s ring finger.

“And do you, Spencer, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

Spencer looked at the girl by his side and got lost in the fantasy.

“I do,” he said, smiling at Ana, who returned a smile as he put the band on her ring finger too.

“By the authority vested in me by the State of Columbia, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the woman concluded. “You may kiss the bride.”

Shit. Neither Ana nor Spencer was expecting that part. Awkwardly they looked at each other, and before things turned odd for the officiant, Ana threw her arms around Spencer’s neck, hiding her head in his chest.

“I love you!” the girl cheered. Then Spencer understood what she was doing, wrapping his arms around her midsection and twirling her around.

“I love you too, honey,” before kissing her cheek, just close enough to her mouth for the others to think they kissed on the lips.

It worked. The officiant congratulated them and announced she would get their licenses after Sarah signed the papers as a witness.

The couple exchanged no more words as they walked out of the building. They had to wait for Sarah and their papers.

After an excruciating silence, Spencer was the first one to speak.

“By the way, you were good in there,” he pointed. Ana blushed a bit.

“Thanks. Uh - I thought holding hands could give more credibility.”

“Agree. And that is very thoughtful of you. With the hug too.”

“I didn't want to overstep?”

They both giggled this time.

“Yeah. I get the irony.”

Ana was about to say something else when Sarah brought their licenses in hand.

“This is your copy, Dr. Reid,” Sarah handed Spencer his license. “And yours, Ms. Reid,” she teased with Ana’s copy. Ana looked at her, not very amused.

“So that’s it?” Ana asked. Spencer nodded.

“That's it. I mean, when you get your green card, and I get the spot for my mom, we can start the divorce papers,” Spencer explained, taking his ring off and tucking it with his license copy in his coat pocket.

Ana nodded in understanding, although she felt a little odd from the raw way he said it. Not that she would entertain the idea this was actually her wedding - although it was - but the truth was this was a ‘business’ agreement for personal purposes for her and Spencer.

“Thank you,” Ana said, a grateful look on her face as she took her ring off and put it in her purse. Spencer nodded.

“And thank you,” he said back. Both kept in the same spot, looking at each other with no other words.

What were they thinking? Everything and nothing in particular. They both knew the situation was odd, but for a reason they didn’t know, it felt okay, and the anxiety from before was no longer there.

“We should be going, Ana. Logan should be asking where we are by now,” Sarah interrupted.

“Yeah. You’re right,” Ana acknowledged, apologetically looking at Spencer.

“Please. I don’t want to hold you both for more time,” Spencer said.

Ana gave a tight lip smile before turning to go with Sarah. Spencer did the same after start walking to the opposite way.

The day after her elopement, Ana went to the Immigration office to submit her marriage license for her residence application. Although it was her day off, she promised Logan to return the hours she didn’t work the day before, so she arrived at the coffee shop at noon.

Things were going on smoothly on her shift until a group of people arrived, and a familiar voice picked Ana’s attention.

“Guys, I can make coffee at home. It’s not necessary-”

“Come on, boy genius; you’re the one who always says the coffee here is the best of DC. We have the right to know,” Garcia chirped as she picked up an empty table at the window.

“Pen is right, Spence. You talk a lot about this place,” JJ seconded. Defeated, Spencer followed his friends and sat beside JJ, in front of Luke and Garcia.

It was his mistake, Spencer knew. The team had paperwork that day, and Spencer offered a movie night. Habitually the team didn’t engage with Reid’s choice of movies, but this time Garcia, JJ, and Luke agreed. The bad thing was they were walking in the neighborhood to Spencer’s, and Penelope remembered how highly he had spoken about his favorite coffee shop.

Spencer could only hope Ana wasn't working that day. Bad luck for him when Ana herself came over to take their order.

“Good afternoon. What can I do for you?” the girl asked the group, trying to sound as normal as possible, ignoring the fact her brand-new husband was sitting at that very table.

Everyone ordered what they wanted to drink and eat except Spencer, who didn't even dare to look up from the menu.

"And what can I bring for you, sir?" Ana asked, looking at Spencer. Seeing how red he was, Luke decided to tease him a bit more.

"It’s doctor. This shy young man here is a doctor, you know?”

"Luke," Spencer muttered, now looking shyly at Ana.

"Oh, I see. I’m sorry. So, what the doctor wants to eat and drink?” Ana corrected, giving a warm smile to the man who only wanted to dig a hole and lie there.

“Just a black coffee, thank you,” was his reply. Ana nodded, excusing herself to go back to the kitchen.

It wasn’t Ana's intention to make Spencer nervous, but it was her job and his fault to bring his friends with him.

Ana asked Collin to bring the order to Spencer’s table. Seeing Collin instead of Ana made Spencer a bit less nervous and put a little more attention to the conversation between Luke, Garcia, and JJ.

“But Will insists on coming when I told him it was just the team,” JJ said while sipping her coffee.

“I’m not that sure. Dave said we could also bring a plus one,” Luke commented.

“Yeah? I didn’t know,” JJ replied.

“Will you bring Lisa?” Garcia asked Luke.

“I’ll ask her, but she’s an unpredictable schedule,” Luke shrugged.

“What about you, Spence? Will you ask Maeve to come?” JJ turned to see Spencer, who frowned at the question.

“Maeve? Why?” he questioned, visibly confused. JJ scoffed.

“Because she is your girlfriend? That’s why,” Garcia pointed out as the obvious thing to say.

“She is not my girlfriend,” Spencer denied, shooking his head.

“You are dating, right?” Luke intervened.

“No. I mean. We hang out, yes.”

“Come on, Spence. It's more than hanging out. You go on dates, text, talk by phone, and fuck like is no tomorrow,” JJ listed. Spencer almost chokes on his coffee.

“JJ!” he chimed.

“And this has been happening since what? A year?” Luke added.

“One year, two months, and three weeks,” Spencer replied, giving his friends the answer they had waited for.

“Sorry, boy-wonder, but Maeve is your girlfriend,” Garcia sentenced.

Not that Spencer hasn't thought about it before. But saying Maeve was his girlfriend seemed excessive. It wasn’t he didn't want to. He'd even brought it up to Maeve a couple of times. But after months in the same routine, it didn't seem to her like things should change. That's why Spencer hasn't insisted on it.

And it wasn't something he wanted to discuss with his friends either. In the same way, it wasn't something he wanted Ana to know about his life. Unfortunately, the girl was cleaning a table just behind theirs while the conversation took place, listening to everything without Spencer noticing.

To say Ana was mad it’s an understatement. Spencer has a girlfriend who could have married him to help him. But instead, he chose her. Ana didn’t want to think Spencer was taking advantage of her, but he preferred to put the charade with her, the poor desperate immigrant, who nobody from his life knew and will not.

Still exasperated, when Ana saw JJ and Garcia go to the bathroom and Luke went to pay the bill directly to the register, she walked straight to the table with the excuse of cleaning it up. As soon Spencer saw her, Ana called out to him, clearly angry.

“You have a girlfriend! I’m married to a guy with a girlfriend!” she whisper-shouted. Spencer’s eyes widened, realizing she had heard them before.

“No. It’s not like that,” he hurried to say.

“Come on. I heard the blondes talking about your girlfriend! You could have asked her to marry you!”

To avoid suspicions from the patrons, Ana collected the cups and plates in a tray.

“She wouldn’t- I mean-” Spencer stuttered, trying to explain himself.

“She wouldn’t have agreed with this madness like I did? Sure, she’s not the desperate one,” Ana mocked, making Spencer huff in distress.

“No! I didn’t ask her because she is not my girlfriend. We - we just are together. Sometimes. I couldn't have trusted her on-”

“Spencer? Are you okay?” JJ asked, suddenly behind them. That made Spencer and Ana jump. Reid turned to see his friend as Ana quickly disappeared into the kitchen with the tray in her hands.

“I - yeah. I was just asking-” he tried to think something fast. “Asking the waitress something,” he finished. JJ and Garcia narrowed their eyes.

“We can go,” Luke said, joining the group and saving Spencer from giving further explanations.

“Great. Let’s go then,” Spencer hastened to say, standing from his spot and grabbing his satchel.

If JJ and Garcia still were confused about what they saw or thought they saw, they didn't keep pushing and decided to follow Spencer and Luke out of the coffee shop.

They didn't talk again. Spencer has been whisked away for a case in Los Angeles for six days now. Although he texted Ana, asking her not to be mad at him, she only replied politely by saying it was better not to talk unless they were to start the divorce papers. Spencer understood and respected her request.

Ana was still waiting for a reply to her application, and Spencer wrote Fogarty telling him the news and attaching a copy of his marriage license. It was a matter of time for this to be over.

At least Ana and Spencer thought that.

The day after Spencer returned from Los Angeles, he was doing paperwork at the bullpen when his phone went off.

“Hello?” Spencer answered. On the other side, a feminine voice spoke.

“Hello. Good morning. May I speak with Doctor Spencer Reid, please?”

“Doctor Reid's speaking,” he said, thinking it could be from Fogarty’s office, although he never heard that voice before.

“Doctor Reid. My name is Catherine Jones. I’m with the Immigration Office. I’m calling because we want to visit you and Mrs. Reid at home. My records say you both got married recently.”

Spencer almost fell from his chair. Shit. What were the odds? Did she say records? Were they tracking them?

A million thoughts raced in Spencer’s mind in a matter of seconds. And even if Spencer knew this could happen, it didn't prevent the knot in his stomach.

“Oh, yeah?” he muttered, clearing his throat.

Ms. Jones scheduled the visit for the same day in the afternoon. Spencer didn't dare to argue against it. After hanging up, Spencer quickly dialed Ana’s number.

“Hello?” As soon as she answered, Spencer was quick to speak.

“Ana. We need to talk.”

Ana arrived at Spencer’s apartment just minutes before the scheduled time with the Immigration agents. As Ana knocked, Spencer rushed to open the door.

“I thought you were to come earlier?” He pointed, clearly nervous.

“I’m sorry, I couldn't leave my shift until minutes ago,” she apologized, stepping into the apartment. Spencer closed the door and started pacing.

“We have a lot to talk about. We-we need to agree on what to say. I mean, what are we going to say? What will they ask us?” Spencer was about to fall into a spiral. Ana put a hand over his arm to stop him.

“Spencer, calm down. They only want to see us together. I asked, and the same thing happened to a guy from the coffee shop. He told me they showed up, asked for their papers, and left. That's all,” Ana explained, trying to ease some of Spencer’s tension. Even if she was equally nervous, at least she didn’t show it. Spencer stopped pacing and ran a hand over his hair.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. What else could be?”

“Right. Uh- I guess we need to put our rings on? And it is supposed we live together. There is nothing yours here!” Spencer was about to hyperventilate again when the doorbell rang.

“Hey. Hey! Look at me,” Ana told Spencer, a comforting hand on his cheek. “It will be okay. Put your ring on. I’ll be in the kitchen making coffee, okay?”

Spencer took a deep breath and nodded, sliding the wedding band on his finger; he straightened his shirt and went to open the door.

Ana did not know where such confidence came from. She was a nervous wreck, but someone had to stay calm. Despite never having set foot in Spencer's apartment before, a quick glance gave her an idea. Dark green walls, long curtains, traditional furniture, walls full of certificates and books, many, many books.

It was hard to imagine Spencer was an FBI agent and not a college professor. The only thing that could contribute to the former was the manila folders scattered on the coffee table with the DOJ logo.

Looking behind her, Ana saw the kitchen entrance. There was a little counter with coffee mugs, a kettle, and a coffee machine. Of course, Spencer would have one. The cabinets weren't many, so Ana quickly found what she needed to make coffee.

Spencer opened the door to see a man and a woman, both very correctly dressed, each with a black briefcase in hand.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Reid, I presume. I’m Agent Jones, and this is my partner, Agent Gorski.” Spencer recognized the woman's voice who spoke to him in the morning. Trying not to look too nervous, Spencer cleared his throat before speaking.

“Oh, right. Please, come in.”

Both agents nodded and stepped inside the apartment. Spencer was quickly apologizing.

“I’m sorry, this place is a mess. I - uh - we haven’t had much time to tidy, honestly.”

“It’s not a problem,” Gorski replied in a friendly manner. Jones, instead, didn’t say anything, examining the whole room.

Spencer tried not to look too much into it, but his profiling skills told him enough about Jones and Gorski. His initial conclusion was to try not to mess with Jones.

Spencer invited the pair to sit on the couch, but they chose the chairs in front.

“Ana! We have guests!” Spencer called.

“Coming!” She replied from the kitchen.

“She’s making coffee,” Spencer explained.

“Oh, it wasn’t necessary,” Gorski said.

“No. It wasn’t,” Jones seconded curtly.

When Spencer was about to say something, Ana appeared with a tray containing a French Press, four cups, spoons, sugar, and cream. Leaving everything on the coffee table, she extended her hand to greet both agents.

“Hi. I’m Ana. Ana Reid,” she introduced herself.

Gorski and Jones greeted back, giving their names again. After the courtesies, Spencer and Ana sat on the couch. Both agents opened their briefcases simultaneously, taking a folder and a pen from it.

Gorski explained to the couple about the interview and told them it was protocol to make a follow-up.

Spencer listened and nodded. At the same time, Ana nodded and poured the coffee into the cups, offering it to the guests. Although their previous statement of not being necessary, they accepted the treatment.

Jones was the first one to shoot after sipping her coffee.

“Since when are you in the US?” Ana nodded and quickly replied.

“A year. Once I put a foot in this country, I loved it,” she admitted enthusiastically.

“Any family in the US?” Gorski asked this time.

“None. I mean, now it is me and Spencer,” Ana said, smiling at her husband, who took her hand and kissed it.

“Yeah. We are a family now,” Spencer added, not leaving the grasp of Ana’s hand.

“Are you working in a dining?” Jones kept on.

“I do.”

The interview dynamic continued like that. The questions were mainly directed at Ana and her current life in the US. A few questions were to Spencer and his work life.

“So, you met in the coffee shop just four months ago? That was fast,” Jones commented.

It could be an expected remark, but coming from an Inmigration Agent, it didn't go unnoticed by Ana and Spencer.

“Love doesn't care about time, you know?” Ana responded with a smile plastered on her face as she made eye contact with Spencer.

If Spencer didn't know better, he would have believed Ana's statement with no hesitation. She sounded and looked so convincing there was no way Jones and Gorski could doubt her. Just for good measure, he added to his wife's point.

“Or language barriers,” he said, making Ana chuckle.

“I bet it doesn't. Have been difficult the communication?” Gorski questioned out of curiosity.

“Oh, not at all! Ana is very fluent in English, not like me in Spanish,” Spencer commented as Ana shook her head.

“You’re doing it great with Spanish too, honey,” Ana debated, slapping Spencer's forearm playfully.

“I’m not!”

“Sí, mi amor. No te hagas el modesto. Puedes mostrarle a nuestros invitados que has mejorado mucho en estos meses. Además debo confesar que tu acento es tan sexy.” (You do, my love. Don’t be so humble about it. You can show it to our guests you had improved a lot these past months. Also, I must say your accent sounds so sexy).

The truth is Spencer does understand pretty good Spanish, although he can’t speak much. So it wasn’t fake the blush creeping on his face at Ana’s words. Spencer’s reaction made Gorski laugh. Jones only hummed. Spencer thought it was a good move to finish off with a love statement.

“You know, I used to be skeptical about love at first sight. I have been a scientist since my early youth, but Ana rocked my world when I saw her for the first time. My only thought then was I needed to make her my wife.”

“Oh, baby,” Ana cooed, stroking Spencer’s hand.

“Okay. I think that’s all,” Jones suddenly said while putting her folder and pen in her briefcase. Gorski joined her, both standing from their seats.

Ana and Spencer stood simultaneously, with no clue about what the agents were thinking. They kept reassuringly holding hands.

“Thank you. We’ll be in touch if it is needed,” was the only thing Jones said before turning to walk to the entrance.

“Of course. I'll walk you to the door,” Spencer responded, leaving the grasp of Ana’s hand to lead their guests to the door.

Once Spencer closed the door, he turned to look at Ana. They both shared an expression between confusion and insecurity about what had just happened.

“Well, that was an interesting experience, wasn’t it?” Spencer mentioned as Ana plopped on the couch; she felt like she just run a marathon.

“Yeah, that's one way to put it,” she breathed. “Do you think they believed it?”

“I hope so. You were very convincing,” Spencer pointed, sitting on the couch too, stretching his legs. A similar exhaustion took over him.

“Thanks. You were good too. The thing about love at first sight? Well played,” Ana complimented, wondering if Spencer could genuinely believe something like that. She didn't give it much thought, though; it wasn’t the point right now.

They kept silent, looking at the ceiling for a while, trying to convince themself things went well enough not to hear again from Jones and Gorski.

“Spencer?” Ana turned to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. This wasn’t something I thought would happen, and you didn't have any obligation to do it. Not to mention how mad I was with you about something that isn’t my business. I’m sorry for that. You have your own reasons for not asking your girlfriend to do this,” Ana apologized. Spencer shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry. I understand. I didn't mention Maeve before, but because I really think she is not my girlfriend, although I must admit ours is complicated. But I don’t want to bore you with my problems,” Spencer stopped himself before saying too much.

“I get it. I don't like to talk that much about my problems too. But given our current circumstances, maybe you could use someone to vent. I’m a good listener, you know?”

Spencer chuckled, considering Ana’s words. It was weird, but even not knowing her at all, he felt like he could trust her.

“Yeah? Okay, but only if I can get another coffee made by you,” Spencer conceded. Ana laughed before answering.

“Deal.”

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Green Card - Ch5: Not That Selfish (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: Ana and Spencer need to agree on what to say about them to the rest of the world. Different people, different lies. Will they be able to keep up the groove?

Word Count: 5k

CW: Some strong words. Talking about food and recipes. Mention of Diana Reid’s illness. Mention of Spencer’s bad luck in the field. More Spanish sentences. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 5. Part of my childhood is displayed as well.

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"Wow. This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my life. Why I didn't know you before?" Garcia asked Ana, who gave her a shy smile. "How did you say this dish was named?"

"Carbonada," Ana replied.

"Delicious. Marvelous. Boy genius, you can't let her disappear from your life again," this time Garcia told Spencer, who rolled his eyes.

Ana and Spencer thought it would be harder to convey a convincing story about how they knew each other and why Ana was living at Spencer's right now. But Ana quickly explained that when she moved to DC, she did it with her boyfriend, and just two weeks ago, he kicked her out of their shared apartment. That's why Spencer offered a place to stay until she could find a new one. It seemed enough to Penelope, and now she was more interested in convincing Ana to trade some cooking lessons for cocktails with the BAU girls.

Ana said she had no problem with the lessons, but the cocktails weren't necessary.

"Of course it is! Food and alcohol are best friends. And the girls will love you. JJ and Tara are so sweet, and Emily is so funny. She has a lot of stories to tell. And! We can tell you some about this boy too," Garcia alluded to Spencer.

"Now I don't think it's a good idea," Spencer voiced this time. Ana laughed. She liked Garcia although her bubbly personality. It reminded her a bit of Sarah.

"It's the best idea, Reid," Penelope decided. "Oh! You have to come to Rossi's the next Saturday," she blurted then.

Ana looked at Spencer in confusion, who almost choked sipping his water.

"Garcia, I don't think it is a good idea. Rossi doesn't even know-" he started, but Penelope cut him off.

"I bet he would love the idea! And don't be rude, Reid. Are you going to leave this poor girl alone on a Saturday night? She needs to have fun after what her asshole ex-boyfriend put her through," Penelope scolded, hitting Spencer's arm.

"Thanks for the worry, guys, but I think I can manage myself," Ana assured, but Garcia wasn't having anything of it.

"Honey, I know you can! I don't have any doubts. But you don't have to do it alone. Not when there are many sweet people - and by sweet people, I mean us - who can help."

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to argue with her. Ana thought about that, peeking at how flustered Spencer looked. So she went with a smile and nodded in appreciation.

Later they would think of something to do about it.

After Penelope left, Spencer did the dishes as Ana tidied the table, putting everything in place. As Ana set the last few glasses in the sink, Spencer made his first comment of the night.

"Thank you. I know Garcia could be a bit intense, but I didn't feel okay leaving her going home alone tonight," he explained.

"I don't mind. Spencer, this is your place, and she's your friend. If anything, I think it's very sweet of you. However, we didn't think this through. I mean, about the chances of running into your coworkers or relatives," Ana voiced, grabbing a dishtowel to help Spencer.

"You're right. You did pull it this off pretty well, though."

"By now, you must think I'm a pathological liar,” she scoffed, piling the dry plates over the counter.

"I know you are not. These are what we might call compelling circumstances,” Spencer corrected.

"They are, in fact. I'm sorry we couldn't openly celebrate your mom getting her place in the clinical trial, though,” Ana lamented, due to it being the idea of dinner in the first place.

"Uhm. Yeah. Although, if I remember correctly, I think some wine is left in that bottle,” Spencer pointed casually, turning off the tap and grabbing the end of the dishtowel Ana was using to dry his hands. She chuckled, amused by Spencer’s suggestion.

"What a coincidence I have two glasses here," Ana added, grabbing them from the drying rack.

Almost two full weeks have passed since Ana settled into Spencer's apartment. They didn't have the interview date yet, but they diligently used the time they both coincided to study.

Although the term ‘study’ might not often be seen as such. More than once, Ana or Spencer strayed from the topic, and they ended up chatting about anything.

It didn’t matter, though. They have been feeling comfortable talking with each other. Not to mention the roommate thing has been working fine for them—a routine they are getting used to. Spencer calls or texts Ana when he has to leave for a case; Ana calls when she has changed shift or will not make it to the apartment for the night. They coordinate when they need to buy something at the grocery store. And the meals now are not only take-outs.

Today was officially Diana's settlement in the new facility. Spencer had picked her up from the former sanatorium to Fogarty’s yesterday, but it was late, and Fogarty wasn’t there to welcome them properly. He insisted Spencer bring his wife the next day. That means Ana would meet Diana for the first time.

“What did you tell your mom?” Ana asked as they drove to Diana’s new facility.

“Half of the truth. We’re colleagues, and we have an undercover assignment where everybody needs to believe we are married. She doesn't know details, though.”

“And she accepted it without further explanation?” Ana asked in disbelief. Spencer shrugged, his eyes not leaving the road.

“She knows me enough to understand things could be weird in my life sometimes. Especially in my job,” he explained too casually to Ana’s liking.

“What a relief,” she pointed, gazing outside the window at how the buildings passed by.

Once they got there, Fogarty was waiting for them. He told them Diana was already in the yard.

“Hey, Mom,” Spencer called when she was at his sight.

“Spencer! Honey. I thought you would be here later,” Diana said, standing to hug him. Then her eyes trailed to Ana.

“Dear. No time to see, uh?” Diana greeted her, and Ana could feel the intensity of Diana’s gaze, analyzing her from head to toe, but her eyes were soft and kind. It was a rare contrast, Ana thought.

“Diana. It’s nice to see you,” Ana nodded at her, hoping her nervousness could go unnoticed.

Spencer tried to break the awkwardness.

“And how did you sleep, Mom?”

“Good. I really don't see much difference between this and the other place, though. Only God knows why you brought me here,” Diana said unamusedly. Fogarty intervened this time.

“Well, as long as you feel comfortable, that's all that matters. And speaking of your stay here, I'd like to review a few things with you,” he prefaced.

Fogarty explained the visitation regime and how the care plan would work. He had previously agreed with Spencer not to inform Diana of all medication changes but as they occurred.

Diana Reid seemed unperturbed by what Dr. Fogarty explained; she was more interested in seeing how Spencer didn't let go of Ana's hand and how he played with her fingers. A knowing smile adorned her face.

“I think that’s all for now. Dr. Reid, can you join me in my office for a moment, though? There are some papers you need to sign.”

Ana’s hold of his hand tightened.

“Don’t worry honey, my daughter-in-law can keep me company,” Diana reassured Spencer with a smug smile. He looked at Ana to see if she was okay with that. There weren’t many options, though. Ana swallowed and nodded to the man, trying to mask her nervousness.

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he told Ana, giving her a reassuring squeeze on her hand.

Once the men had entered the building, Diana sat on the bench, motioning Ana to the spot next to her. She took that cue to sit down too.

“So friends, uh?”

Of course, Diana would use the opportunity to interrogate her.

“Yeah.”

“And faking a marriage for job reasons,” Diana added, pointing to her wedding band. Ana nodded again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Spencer’s mom hummed, contemplating her following words.

“I have seen Spencer doing a lot of things for his job. But this? I have to acknowledge my son gets better at surprising me every time.”

So it’s true what Spencer said about his mom knowing how weird his life could be.

“I guess it's the perk of being an FBI agent?” Ana tried to play along.

“Oh honey, don’t deny him credit for it. Not every FBI agent ends up twisting things as Spencer does. But don’t get me wrong. I love my son with my life, even if I can’t fully understand what’s happening in his brain sometimes. But it’s my fault, you know? I can’t even go along with my own brain some days,” Diana exhaled. It was a recognition that pained her, Ana could notice.

“He’s a great guy and loves you so much.”

Diana smiled. She knew that. Maybe her brain plays tricks on her frequently, but she knows Spencer loves her, as she knows the good man he is.

It was nice others could see that too.

“And you seem a great woman,” Diana added, taking Ana’s hand without prompting. The girl’s cheeks flushed.

“I’m a very ordinary person. I wouldn't dream of being compared with Spencer’s achievements.”

“Maybe not, but it doesn't make you less than him. He chose you to do this for a reason.”

“It was just-” Ana was about to explain, but Diana didn't let her continue.

“Work. I know. And I will pretend I believe what Spencer told me about that, but between us? I don’t buy it.” Ana’s face was filled with pure panic now. “Don’t worry, darling. You don’t have to tell me anything. Maybe I can’t remember things, but I do notice. I saw the way you looked at each other. I don’t know what it is, but it hasn’t to do anything with your job. Oh, and did you know Spencer is a germaphobe? I almost forgot it when I saw him holding your hand and toying with your fingers. That reassurance gesture wasn’t fake.”

Ana’s mouth dropped. She wanted to say something, but nothing came up. Ana kept looking at Diana dumbfounded as she patted her hand softly, just in time as Spencer returned to the yard.

“Oh, darling. Just in time. I was about to tell Ana some embarrassing stories about you as a baby,” Diana announced.

“Mom, please. That will have to wait, though; we must leave now,” Spencer said, smiling to Ana.

The ride back to the apartment was silent. Spencer asked Ana if something had happened with his mom. She wondered if it was a good idea to tell him what Diana revealed to her, but what was the point? It would make Spencer nervous, and Ana was sure his mom wouldn't want that. So why did she tell her? It didn't make sense. Also, while Diana Reid knew they were lying, her conclusion wasn't correct. Of course not. It was all a lie. Both the story they told Fogarty and what Spencer told Diana. And they holding hands? A lie too.

“Ana?” Spencer probed again.

“Uhm?”

“I asked if something happened while I was with Fogarty.”

“Uh. Not really. Your mom is adorable, though. She kept me entertained with some old stories.”

Another half-lie. Ana wondered if her life would only be like this from now on.

In the following days, Spencer tried to come up with a plausible excuse for Ana not going to dinner at Rossi's, but Garcia had pestered him all week in such a way refusing would have been worse. Somewhat embarrassed, he told Ana about his failure, and the girl shrugged, sighing.

“I guess I should pick a nice dress, then?”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. Dinner is up to me next week.”

“That means you’ll cook? God, no. I’ll do it for free,” she teased. Spencer huffed.

“Well, at least I tried, okay?”

That afternoon, at the agreed time, Ana and Spencer arrived at Rossi's house.

“Kid! It’s good to see you. And to you, bella señorina,” Rossi greeted the couple.

“She’s Ana. An old friend of mine from Vegas.”

“Nice to meet you, mister Rossi,” Ana extended her hand, and Rossi gentlemanly kissed the back of it.

“Please, call me David or Rossi. Not mister, I don’t like to feel older than I already am,” he scoffed.

“Okay, David.”

“Fast learner. Very good. Please, come in. The people are in the backyard.”

Spencer looked at Ana before passing the glass doors.

“You okay?” He checked. Ana nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s do it,” the girl reassured him.

“Hey, Reid,” Luke is the first to notice them.

They both made their way to the people gathered around a fire pit.

“Well, guys, I already told you about Ana. Ana, this is Emily, JJ, Will, Tara, Luke, Matt, Kirsty, and you already know Penelope,” Spencer introduced each of his friends.

Indeed, after their encounter with Garcia at the grocery store, Spencer told them about Ana and why he didn’t say anything when they met at the coffee shop. Basically, he repeated the same story they told Garcia before.

As Spencer did the introductions, Ana tried to memorize each name. Spencer told her about them before, although she was sure some names were missing. She made a mental note to ask him later.

“Nice to meet you all,” Ana greeted. “And properly this time,” she now looked at JJ and Luke.

“Yeah. I agree. Our boy genius didn’t want us to know about your existence,” Garcia complained.

“Ana a secas? (Just Ana?)” Luke asked the girl, who smiled.

“No. Actually, is Ana María,” she replied.

“Ah! Latina de tomo y lomo (A Latin girl through and through),” Luke pointed.

“Alguna duda, cariño? (Do you have any doubt about it, honey?).” Ana said playfully.

“Por favor, enséñale a Reid a hablar un español más decente. Lo necesita con urgencia. (Please, teach Reid how to speak better Spanish. He really needs it)” Alvez requested, laughing.

“No hago milagros. (I can’t do miracles).” Ana held her hands' ups, and Luke snorted as the rest of the group looked amused. Spencer’s cheeks flushed a bit, but he chuckled nonetheless.

The group chatted for a while until Rossi announced dinner was served. Ana sat next to Spencer, and during dinner, she struck up conversation with almost everyone. Garcia and Tara were the most enthusiastic.

Fortunately, the team knew little of Spencer's childhood in Vegas, so any inaccuracies Ana might fall went unnoticed.

Despite her previous anxiety, Ana now seemed at ease and open to joking from time to time. Spencer was relieved things were going well, and you could tell he was having fun too.

“So, Ana,” Rossi said once they were eating dessert. “They told me you were an excellent cook.”

Ana shook her head, using the napkin to wipe her lips.

“Me? Oh, no. Only what my mami taught me when I was younger.”

“But I’m sure you are better than the genius here,” Rossi joked. Penelope piped.

“Oh, way better! She made a delicious meal the day I met her. What was called?”

“A carbonada.”

“Carbonara?” Rossi asked, confused.

“It sounds similar, but no. This stew has potato wedges and veggies like pumpkin and green beans. You can add beef if you want,” the girl described. Rossi hummed.

“It sounds delicious. I'd love to try it sometime. If you don't mind, you could be our chef at the next meeting. I'll take care of having everything you could need," Rossi offered.

“Sure. Why not,” Ana agreed. She didn’t think it could be a genuine interest anyway. Why could an Italian millionaire sybarite be interested in such a simple dish?

After the coffee, the group dispersed between the living room and the backyard. Spencer had not left Ana’s side in the evening, but Garcia insisted on having a girl’s talk with her, JJ, Tara, Kirsty, and Emily.

“Will you be okay?” Spencer whispered to Ana before moving to the group with the guys. She smiled appreciatively at him. It was nice having Spencer worry about her being comfortable.

“Yeah. More than okay. Don’t worry about me. I promise not to say anything embarrassing about you,” Ana whispered back, winking at Spencer, who chuckled, shooking his head.

“Oh, thank you for that.” Spencer joked back before walking to the backyard.

Garcia didn't waste time and started planning the next girl’s night, insisting Ana join them. The young woman tried to come up with a plausible excuse, but as Spencer had already told her, it was impossible to say no to Penelope.

“Okay, now we are good with the plan; I need to ask something to our newest member,” Emily announced. Ana frowned.

“I know you said you are old friends, but that makes me wonder if you were Reid’s first.”

“Emily!” JJ scolded. Ana’s cheeks suddenly turned red. She only expected questions about whether they were dating or something like that.

“No. I did not. Why do you think that?” Ana asked defensively.

“I guess Emily noticed the familiarity between you both—a closeness forged by a deep intimacy. It's not rare between old friends, but considering you both lost contact for many years, now you look as if time hasn't been a big issue,” Tara formulated.

“That’s how you do the thing you do for your job, right? Profiling?” Ana asked, sipping her wine and trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“Don’t pay attention to them,” JJ intervened. “They only want the gossip.”

“It's not like that!” Garcia chirped. “Well, kind of. But our main concern is our boy. We want him to be happy, and honestly, her last girlfriends didn’t like them that much,” Penelope shrugged. JJ and Tara nodded in agreement.

“Are you talking about that Maeve girl?” Ana asked, almost sure they were talking about her.

“Oh, you know that bitch!” Garcia blurted.

“Garcia,” Emily warned.

“Sorry, boss. But you know what I think of her.”

“But Spencer loves her,” JJ commented.

“I don’t think that’s love,” Tara contraried.

“Do you know her?” Emily asked Ana, who shook her head.

“Dear, I swear you’re way better,” Garcia suggested.

“But I’m not Spencer’s girlfriend, so I’m not in the competition,” Ana stated, sipping her wine again.

“You should be,” Tara mentioned.

Without ever meeting the aforementioned Maeve Donovan, Ana could picture some things about her from Spencer’s story and his friend’s impressions.

“I’m sorry if we are a bit intense about it. It's just we worry about Spence. He has been through a lot in his life. Not to mention doing this job,” JJ explained.

“How is so?” Ana asked with picked curiosity.

“Oh, dear. Our boy genius has been beaten, kidnapped, shot a few times, and a long etcetera,” Penelope described. Ana’s face showed how shocked she felt hearing all of that.

“You are kidding me?” she asked in disbelief.

“I’m afraid we are not,” Emily seconded.

While in the opposite corner, the guys were talking as well.

“She is nice,” Matt pointed, referring to Ana. Spencer’s brow furrowed.

“And very beautiful,” Rossi added, making Spencer blush.

“Not dense at all. And with a great sense of humor,” Will observed, sipping his whisky.

“Not like Maeve,” Luke blurted suddenly.

“Luke? What the hell-?” Spencer was about to complain.

“What? It's true. I’m sorry, man, but that girl? You don't make her laugh even if you had a circus full of clowns,” Alvez complained as Matt, Will, and Rossi snorted.

The evening turned to an end, and one by one, people were saying their goodbyes. It was the cue to Ana and Spencer to go home.

In the cab, Spencer inspected Ana’s face, who was looking out the window.

“Was it terrible?” He asked. Ana turned to see him and smiled.

“Not at all. Quite the opposite. Your friends are fun.”

“I’m glad. They liked you, by the way,” Spencer announced, smiling back. Ana’s cheeks flushed a bit.

“They did? Wow. I’m flattered,” Ana declared, satisfied. Spencer hummed in agreement, and now it was his turn to look out the window.

Ana kept thinking about her conversation with the girls. Something they said bothered her, but she didn't want to seem out of line voicing it.

Bad thing her mouth sometimes didn't follow her brain’s directions.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?” He turned to see her. Ana cleared her throat.

“Is it true? What they told me about your bad luck in the field?” she asked tentatively. Spencer frowned. He didn't know how much they told Ana about that, but it couldn't be so detailed.

“Well, bad luck is a good way to put it. But yeah, I guess it's true,” he shrugged.

“But you still are doing this job. Why?”

‘Oh, Ana. You don't know where to stop, do you?’ The girl chastised herself, seeing Spencer go silent for a moment.

“Well, this is who I am. I mean, since I was recruited from the Academy. Twelve years by now. I don't know what else I could be, honestly.”

Ana frowned. Spencer saw his answer didn't satisfy her.

“What? You don't believe me?”

“No. I do-”

Before Ana could fully reply, the cab driver announced they had reached their destination. Spencer helped her to descend, grabbing her purse and offering his hand. Once they both were on the sidewalk, Ana resumed her idea.

“I do believe you. It's only- I don't know, for a person who could have chosen anything in this world - I mean, you are literally a genius - you choose this, and it's like you have no choice besides to continue doing it.” Spencer listened to her intently until his eyes darted to his building’s entrance.

“Shit,” he exclaimed. Ana frowned.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Maeve,” the man mumbled, looking in front of him and barely paying attention to Ana. The girl followed his line of sight and located a woman at the entrance of Spencer’s building. Fortunately, the woman was checking her phone, so she didn't see them.

Trembling, Spencer felt the panic in him. Out of instinct, he returned Ana her purse, faster speaking.

“I’m sorry. I’ll take Maeve to another place. You have the apartment key. See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, the man strolled where Maeve was. Ana stayed on the spot, astonished.

“Maeve?!” Spencer called the woman, who lifted her gaze from the phone.

“Spencer! I was texting you right now!”

“Hey! What are you doing here?” he asked, engulfing her in a tight embrace. Maeve reciprocated, quickly shoving her phone in her pocket to wrap her arms around Spencer’s neck and kiss him passionately.

Ana was uncomfortable looking at the scene from a few meters behind. In order not to give the impression of eavesdropping, she reached for her phone, pretending to make a call and looking towards the street. Still, she could hear what Spencer and Maeve were talking about.

“Why can we go upstairs?”

“I didn’t tell you. I’m painting the place, and it’s a mess. Let’s go to your hotel,” Spencer offered to what Maeve didn’t argue. Hand in hand, the couple walked in the same direction Ana was. Ana still was focused on her phone, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Spencer and Maeve get a cab.

With the coast clear, Ana could now stride into the building.

Ana didn't quite know what bothered her the most. If the quick way in which Spencer left her in the middle of the sidewalk, the excitement on his face to see Maeve, or the boldness of that woman to show up without even calling first.

Being any of them, Ana knew it was irrational to get upset about it.

Moreover, Spencer perfectly could have told her to fuck off so he could go upstairs with her girlfriend.

‘Why do you keep thinking about it?’ Ana wondered, grabbing a glass and pouring herself some wine.

Something left her with a bitter taste. After the fun dinner they had with Spencer's friends, it all ended abruptly. In fact, when they were talking about something important.

‘Stop it, Ana, you're meddling in things that aren’t your business,’ she scolded herself. And although the BAU girls’ words lingered in her head, Ana knew she couldn’t do anything about it. It's not her place.

Spencer didn’t return that night, nor did the next day. That Sunday, Ana did sleep until noon and got immersed in the novel she was reading during the afternoon.

Spencer wanted to apologize to Ana for how rudely he had left her that night on the sidewalk. But when he got home on Sunday night, she was already preparing for bed in her room.

They didn’t talk Monday morning either; Spencer left for his job early and was called in a case for the rest of the week.

Sarah knew about the coming interview with Immigration. She knew Ana was living in Spencer's apartment, too. But whenever she asked the girl about it, Ana would say everything was fine and change the subject quickly. Although, Sarah could tell how absentminded her colleague was some days. She wondered why.

“The doctor is out of town?” Sarah asked one afternoon during their break. That day Ana seemed especially distracted.

“Uh? Yeah,” was her short answer, still focused on the crossword in front of her.

“Are things good with him?” Sarah tried again.

“Yeah, they are.” Same reaction from the girl, who filled the empty squares with a newfound word.

“You miss him,” Sarah affirmed casually.

“I do,” Ana replied, not realizing what she had said until the words left her mouth. At that moment, she trailed her gaze from the newspaper to Sarah, who sported a smirk on her face.

“I knew it,” she triumphally exclaimed.

“What?” Ana asked, annoyed.

“You’re falling for him,” her coworker informed. Ana rolled her eyes.

“I’m not!”

“Sure you do. And there is nothing wrong with it!”

“Are you listening to yourself? Firstly, I’m not falling for anyone. Spencer is a nice guy, he’s helping me, and I’m helping him. And secondly, if it was the case, there is everything wrong with it! We are literally strangers and living totally different lives! Sarah, please, gobiérnate un poco, ya? (Slow down and don’t say nonsense, okay?).”

Sarah shook her head but didn’t say anything else to not piss Ana off more. Although Sarah was sure, no one could tell she wasn’t right.

Time will tell, she thought to herself.

That night, Ana was watching TV when she heard the keys jingling in the lock.

As Spencer closed the door behind him, Ana turned to see him.

“Hello to you,” she joked, but the smile on her face faltered when she realized the frustration radiating from Spencer.

“Hi,” he barely said, hanging his coat and satchel on the rack. Ana watched as he slowly moved—heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor.

“Can I ask what happened to you?” Ana asked tentatively.

Spencer sighed. “I don’t know if I want to talk about it.”

“Okay, you don’t have to,” Ana conceded.

“Thank you. I guess I better go straight to bed,” he announced. Ana could have let him go, but she was worried.

“There is some dinner left if you didn’t eat,” she commented. Spencer shrugged.

“I’m not hungry,” he dismissed. It was a lie, though. Since the jet touched land that afternoon, his stomach has been grumbling nonstop. But he only wanted to sleep to stop thinking about his day.

Spencer was about to walk down the hall to his room when Ana spoke again.

“You know what? Stop right there,” she commanded. Spencer did so, brows furrowed, turning to see Ana standing from the couch. “You don’t have to tell me anything. But you can't go to bed before eating and relaxing a bit. So, come and sit here.”

Spencer was confused. He didn't doubt Ana’s good intentions, but she had never been this forward in the almost month of living together.

But Spencer was so tired and jaded that he had no energy to fight. Silently he returned to the sofa and plopped down as Ana went to the kitchen to heat some food. She came back quickly and handed him a tray with dinner. Plopping down next to him, Ana grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

“You ready?” she asked excitedly.

“For what?” Spencer asked, chewing a mouthful of pasta.

“Look what I found...” Ana grinned, pressing play. A very young Neil Patrick Harris dressed like a medical doctor was displayed on the screen. Spencer cocked an eyebrow.

“Wait a minute. It this-?”

“Yes! A Doggie Howser re-run!” Ana confirmed, clapping her hands like a child.

‘Oh God, what have I gotten myself into,’ Spencer thought. But whatever it was, with the girl sitting by his side, it could be nothing wrong.

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Chapter Four: Swimming Pool Kisses

<< Chapter Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Warnings: talk about murder, kissing, making out

Author's note: I don't know if I like it, but hey, it's here. Based off things that have actually happened to me.

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“I-It… I dated him, right after high school,” Charlotte started, her eyes nervously flitting towards Spencer. “I-It was just a couple of months and I didn’t see him after that. I-I–” she stuttered and stumbled, barely making proper sentences. 

“Charlotte–” Morgan cut her off, which was when she realized every single one of them was staring at her. 

“What?” she asked, chuckling nervously. 

Hotch’s brows raised. “Name, please, Charlotte.” 

Charlotte’s eyes flitted towards Spencer and back to the big boss, nervous to tell them. Nervous to tell him. “Uhm, Bradley Logan…” she mumbled, fidgeting with her Las Vegas bracelet, her eyes focused on the charms. 

“You dated Bradley Logan?!” Spencer asked in disbelief as her eyes slowly moved up to his face. “You actually dated the guy that used to bully me in High School?” 

She felt tears prick in her eyes. “Yeah, it was dumb. I-I was dumb. We had just graduated and it was summer and it was hot and I was experimenting and one night, at a party, Brad was there and one thing led to another and we hooked up. We kept hooking up and nights together turned into days together, right up until the summer was over and I moved to New York to study but then my scholarship fell through and I had to fend for myself, having me end up in Hartford, Connecticut, working as a maid in a hotel and–” She stopped herself when everyone was staring at her with that look in their eyes that told her she had lost them. “Thing is, when I broke up with him – I-I didn’t really? I just packed up and left, and I suppose he’s still a bit… bitter about that?” 

“A bit bitter?” Emily scoffed. 

During her rambling, Penelope had been typing away on her computer. It took a few seconds before Hotch turned to the blonde and with one simple, “Garcia?”, it got the technical analyst started on her tangent. 

“Bradley Logan, born and raised in Las Vegas. Has some DUI’s on his name as well as one count of domestic violence. According to his socials, he has been dating around and let me tell you, if you put these lovely ladies in front of you, Charlotte, you’d think you’re looking in a mirror,” Penelope looked over at the hotel’s manager. “His last girlfriend – excuse me, fiancée – broke it off just a few weeks ago. They were set to marry but then she cheated on him and that whole thing went bust.” 

“That could be the stressor,” Rossi pointed out. 

Hotch nodded his head. “His fiancée, she was a blonde with green eyes, too, I guess?” 

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Penelope imitated a bell. “All of his girlfriends were perfect copy-pastes of our lovely Charlotte. Guess someone has a type.” 

JJ chuckled. “Or a weird obsession.” 

“How long were they together?” Derek asked his coworker. 

“Three years,” she replied. 

The young man nodded his head. “So, he gets cheated on, gets reminded of his sordid breakup with Charlotte and wants to take revenge for being the first woman breaking his heart by killing people in her place of work,” he theorized before nudging Spencer. “What are you thinking, Genius?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Sounds good,” Spencer replied absentmindedly. When he looked up at the blonde next to him. “I can’t believe you dated Bradley Logan…” he mumbled, shaking his head. 

“Yeah,” Charlotte sighed. “I wasn’t – I wasn’t right in the head back then.” 

“He does fit the profile,” Emily muttered, breaking up the conversation between the old pals. 

Looking back up at the technical analyst, Hotch nodded. “Where is he now, Garcia?” 

Before she could answer, the curly-headed Latina burst into the meeting room, completely out of breath and her face white as a ghost. The scene caused Charlotte to perk up, worry seeping within her. 

“Val? What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“It’s Room 304… There’s someone in there…” The words came out into a whisper, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear and exchange worried glances. 

The team quickly slid their chairs back and got themselves ready, donning their bulletproof vests. Charlotte was frozen, staring at them in pure horror. She didn’t know what to do. Everyone was moving, all of them in a rush. For once, she actually felt the way her parents took her for; useless. 

Everything went by in a flash. One second, they were in the meeting room, and the next the team burst into Room 304 and apprehending Bradley Logan. The look he gave her when Spencer pushed him through the lobby with his hands cuffed behind his back sent shivers down her spine. She hadn’t seen Brad in fifteen years and suddenly he was murdering guys to get her attention. 

Her eyes didn’t stay on her ex too long as they drifted to the man walking behind him. If she thought he was attractive before, his attractiveness had doubled by the way he moved and held Bradley in place to escort him out. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she muttered under her breath. 

“I know,” Val sighed. “And I’m not even attracted to men.” 

Charlotte chuckled before heading out the door and meeting the BAU team outside. They had just put Bradley into the cop car, ready to jet off to jail. Smiling half-heartedly, Charlotte joined by Emily’s side. 

“I wanted to say thank you for dealing with this so swiftly,” she started with a sigh. “Why don’t you stay another night and allow me to make you guys a good meal… To thank you…” 

A smile landed on Hotch’s lips, a rarity for him, she had noticed, before he nodded his head. “Yeah, that sounds nice, actually,” he said. “Thank you, Charlotte.” 

“Cool. I’ll see you guys tonight in the ballroom at seven.” She snapped her fingers, almost doing finger guns, but stopping herself just in time so as to not embarrass herself. 

The team nodded their heads, all of them smiling thankfully as they watched her walk back inside. Charlotte felt a little weird after everything had gone down. On one hand, she felt as though she needed to stay strong so she could open the hotel again as soon as possible while on the other hand, she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. 

“Hey,” the familiar voice of Spencer Reid caught her attention. Charlotte turned around to face him. “You all right?” 

She offered him a tearful smile. “I-I’m fine, Spencer. Thanks.” 

Before she could turn away from him, he grabbed her shaking hands and held them. Simple as that. He just held her hands to stop them from shaking and it almost felt as though he was holding her together. 

“It’s perfectly normal — and even healthy — to start shaking or trembling immediately following a traumatic event,” he muttered. “It’s how the body releases or discharges the extra defensive energy that gets “stuck” in the body during a traumatic event.”

Furrowing her brows, Charlotte looked up at Spencer. “Why are you citing facts to me?” she chuckled. 

Spencer opened his mouth, but closed it again when he didn’t find the right words. It resulted in a few weird sounds coming out before actual words tumbled out. “I-It’s something that I do. People-Some people find it incredibly annoying, so I’m sorry to–” 

“No, it’s fine. I like that.” 

A smile befell his lips as he looked into her green eyes. His thumb grazed the little Las Vegas charms on her bracelet. He gazed down to the piece of jewelry and turned her wrist upwards and played around with the little charm of the Las Vegas skyline. 

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Just something to remind me of where I’m from,” she replied with a shrug and shook her hands out of his grip. “I have to go and clean up the meeting room, so I-I’ll see you tonight at dinner, yeah?” 

As Charlotte stepped away from him, Spencer simultaneously took a step, too. “I’ll come and help.” 

There wasn’t much Charlotte could do but let him help her. At first, they moved around the meeting room in silence. They slinked around each other, apologies flying through the air as they nearly bumped into each other. It wasn’t until a few minutes in that Charlotte broke the silence. 

“I read your dissertation, you know,” she told him, which caught his attention. A chuckle rolled off her lips when she noticed his surprised expression. “I read everything you wrote or were mentioned in. Reading about what you had been up to kept me a little connected to Las Vegas while I wasn’t doing too good.” 

Spencer tried to bite back his smile. “Oh,” he said, a weird sense of pride bubbling up inside of him. 

He didn’t quite know what to say to that. His brilliant brain short-circuited. All this time, while he was obsessing about her and remembering her almost daily, she was thinking about him all the same. 

“Yeah,” she whispered, almost cursing at herself for getting so open and vulnerable with him. There was so much more she wanted to tell him, but she didn’t know how or if it was even the right thing to say. All she knew was that she felt at ease with him. She felt stronger, more confident, just like she did that day when she stood up for him. “Well, anyway. I’m gonna go chain Thomas to the kitchen tiles so he can make us the best dinner of all time,” she then said and walked out of the meeting room, leaving Spencer alone. 

For a while, he just stood there and watched the doorway she had disappeared from. His heart was full and happy, even after what had transpired with his high school bully and his high school crush. She was being honest and open with him, something he never thought could even happen. 

“Welcome to your very own, super-mega-deluxe Hartford Hotel dinner,” Charlotte announced ceremonially as she opened the double doors to the ballroom. Together with Thomas, Yanisha and Valencia, she had decked out the space with one big round table in the middle, set with their finest dishes and lit by every single candle the hotel owned. 

“Courtesy of Tommy, Nisha, Val and Lottie,” Val added with a smirk. 

All of them had dressed up, too. They had turned their thank-you-supper into a fancy dress meal, which Charlotte absolutely loved. She loved how they had put in the effort, no matter how little sleep they had gotten over the past few days. 

“This is amazing, Lottie,” Penelope gasped, too occupied by the sight in front of her, she didn’t even notice the nickname had slipped out. Charlotte had noticed and she felt a little flutter in her stomach. 

“Let’s start with a toast,” she then said as they took a seat and reached for the glass of champagne Yanisha had filled up for all of them. “To the best BAU team to ever exist and to catching yet another bad guy.” 

“And to Charlotte and her team,” Hotch quickly added, raising his glass, too. “For hosting us during the case and for hosting us tonight.” 

A chorus of “cheers” echoed through the ballroom, the starting signal for their delicious meal, prepared by the best chef in all of Hartford. He had made two different dishes, one vegetarian, one with meat. Just to be sure and so people could choose which one they wanted. 

It turned out to be the best way to finish up a case. With conversation flowing as smoothly as the wine. By the time they’d had their dessert, everyone was already pretty drunk and the volume of the music had been turned all the way up. 

At one point, Penelope, Val and Charlotte had gotten up on the small stage at the back of the room with Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood blaring through the speakers, the girls singing along loudly and rather off-key. 

It made for great entertainment, though. 

“D’you know what would be great right  now?” Val sighed and Charlotte knew immediately what she was going to say. “A dip in the pool.” 

Charlotte pressed her lips together to keep herself from smiling. This had happened before. More than once. She almost said no to her best friend until JJ and Emily agreed to the Latina’s sentiment. 

“Oh my God,” JJ all but groaned. “That would be so good!” 

Rolling her eyes, Charlotte moved to the bar and reached for the key she had left behind. “Fine – follow me!” she said overly excited and guided the overly excited and confused agents down to the basement where the hotel’s spa was located. 

“Holy shit,” Emily chuckled as she took in the sight before her. 

The blue light of the swimming pool reflected on the ceiling in rippling waves. There were a couple of saunas, a jacuzzi and some deckchairs around for the ultimate relaxation of the guests. Charlotte was pretty proud of the spa. It was something you didn’t find very often in the hotels in Hartford. 

“I didn’t bring my bathing suit, though,” JJ told them. 

Chuckling, Charlotte untied the knot in her wrap-dress and let the fabric fall off her shoulders, leaving her in her underwear. Valencia, Yanisha and Thomas were stripping too, something they had done many a time before. “Neither do we. Come on, it’s fine! We’ve done this so many times before.” 

As Charlotte went to get the towels and bathrobes for everyone in her underwear, she didn’t catch Spencer’s baffled expression. It was only when she returned and found everyone in their underwear jumping in the swimming pool but him that she let out a chuckle. 

“Close your mouth, genius. You’ll catch a fly.” She patted his cheek with her free hand before dropping the towels on one of the lounging chairs. Once she had both hands free, she turned towards him and loosened his tie. “Come on,” she whispered. “Join in on the fun.” 

It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Spencer to join all of them in the pool. At first, the group participated in their usual pool games, like taking turns in Morgan’s or Thomas’ neck to push one another off or a competition to see who could hold a handstand the longest. A heap of teenagers in adult bodies. 

But then the group started to divide. Some of them went into the jacuzzi, others decided to try the saunas. Only Spencer and Charlotte stuck to a corner of the pool, wrapped up in pleasant conversation about Las Vegas and their life. 

“I used to have the biggest crush on you after you saved me,” Spencer admitted sheepishly. 

Charlotte let out a charmed laugh at the confession. “You did?” She ran her fingers through his wet hair, pushing it out of his face. The movement and the closeness of the woman caused Spencer to falter. 

His hazel eyes flicked from her green orbs to her pink lips and back. “Yeah. I think I still do, actually.” It came out in a mumble as though his lips couldn’t handle anything more. 

“Good,” Charlotte whispered, her eyes falling back to his lips whilst hers curled up into a smirk. 

“Yeah?”

“Very good, even.” 

And without any warning, Charlotte diminished the distance between them and kissed him. Startled, Spencer quickly recomposed himself and placed his hands on the sides of her face, holding her in place or needing something to hold onto for his own sanity. He was quick to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue across her lips. 

All of it felt so right. 

This was where they were supposed to be. 

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