A Reality Between Y/N And Spencer Reid

Y/N POV

I hadn’t really gotten to know the team at all since joining three months ago. We had solved case after case, in a kind of crime fighting marathon, so that no time for bonding could be made. Although I was slightly disappointed, I wasn’t uncomfortable at all.

However, tonight I was excited. It was the first time a case had gone exceptionally well, we saved a probable victim before she became the unsub’s second and we managed to capture him alive. Basically, there was a reason to party.

We arrived back at the BAU in the afternoon, greeted by Garcia with a box full of cookies in her arms.

“Hello, my superhero gang!” she said excitedly and offered the cookies. And all of the tired agents smiled and took one from her.

“Tonight is a night to celebrate, no excuses!” she exclaimed as though she didn’t notice our under eye circles.

Yet no one argued. Truthfully I think we were all glad for a little variation to the routine and some activity to make us relax.

Which lead to tonight. We all met up at a local bar and I was running late. Of course I was late to my first night out with the team because I couldn’t find something to wear. Yet no one minded when I came in and sat down with them.

 Third Person POV

The group just ordered drinks and began getting comfortable as Y/N walked in. That’s the reason they didn’t notice her until she sat down in the booth next to Spencer. He looked up towards her and gulped. Spencer allowed his eyes to look her once over as her eyes had drifted across the team and she greeted everyone.

Derek wasn’t oblivious either. As soon as he noticed her (Y/H/C) coloured hair from the corner of his eyes, he turned his head. There she had just sat down, flushed from coming in from the cold and lips parted from being out of breath from hurrying to get here. He smirked as he greeted her, complimenting her outfit.

Even Hotch did a double take when he noticed her. He was sure it wasn’t the first time that he had noticed her beauty. The soft lighting of the bar made her look exceptionally well though. Hotch couldn’t help but remember that he was still her boss and forced himself to look away. He wished his eyes could linger for a little while longer to appreciate how good she looked tonight. But he felt she would probably find it inappropriate and he did not want to risk making her uncomfortable by indulging in a simple stare.

Y/N greeted Spencer last. Laying an arm over his shoulder in a gentle hug, her soft perfume reached his nostrils gently. He smiled slightly and took notice that he was the only one she had hugged.

Everyone nodded as Emily complimented her on her black dress, that accentuated just the right areas of her body, as if it was made just for her. Y/N blushed from all the attention being on her and gave Spencer a side glance.

Only two hours and handfuls of drinks later, the girls moved to the dance floor of the bar. JJ and Penelope were definitely more than tipsy, laughing with each other and twirling around. Emily and Y/N danced together, following the beat of the song perfectly. They occasionally shared glances, but were otherwise completely in their own world.

Neither of them noticed the way that the men of the BAU admired Y/N. Well except Rossi, he was the one to pull them back into reality.

“Be careful boys, shut your mouths or flies will go in,” he grinned and took a sip of his drink.

“Just indulging in some beauty,” Derek turned his head away from the girls and drank from his cup as well.

“Yes, I never expected that from her,” Hotch said and took a moment longer before looking away.

Spencer didn’t speak. He was the only one who’s seat was directed towards the dance floor. His face was blushing furiously as he tried to control his emotions. He had had a crush on Y/N almost since the beginning of her time at the BAU. And this side of her, Spencer couldn’t have dared to imagine. He couldn’t help but notice how perfectly she matched the rhythm of the song, her lips sometimes moving along gently when she knew the lyrics. She swayed her hips to the bass drum, moving her arms around as if she was one with the instruments. As if Spencer wasn’t awestruck enough, he thought he saw her look over once in a while.

“Well, her dancing caught the eye of half the bar,” Rossi commented and moved the glass in his hand to gesture to the other tables. Spencer, Derek and Hotch looked around to notice he was right. A lot of people seemed to watch the dance floor and Y/N was visible right in front. She danced not promiscuously but so harmoniously, how could it not attract everyone’s attention?, Hotch thought to himself.

“I would definitely make a move,” Derek said and looked around the table, “what about you guys?”

Spencer had the impulse to shake his head – he just wasn’t confident enough to try. But something in him, maybe it was the alcohol that had started to cross the blood brain barrier and latched onto the right brain receptors and he nodded hesitantly.

Hotch took a while longer to respond, the hurdle of being her superior nagging away at his mind. He saw himself as a moral person, and she was definitely younger than him. It would be inappropriate right? Although this voice sounded from the back of his head, he nodded because he wanted to make an attempt. He could just tell her adamantly that she could say no without any harm being caused.

“My bet is she would pick Derek,” Rossi joined in again. To be honest, he was just very entertained by the situation that three so very different men pined over their female co worker like school boys.

“Nah, she’s into Reid for sure. She sits next to him all the time and talks the most to him,” Derek said.

“I suspect that she will pick Hotch. I think she could like the moral ambiguity of sleeping with her boss,” Spencer said in a low voice.

Hotch downed the last two sips of his drink before he added, “What do you say? Let’s make a bet. My money’s on Derek.”

Spencer Reid’s POV

I pulled the handle of my satchel over my shoulder as I sighed. It was a very long day in a small rural town somewhere deep in Alabama. Everyone else had gone back to their hotel room, besides Hotch and I. There was just something about this case I couldn’t get out of my mind. The feeling of being so close to the final piece of the puzzle, as if it were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t grip it. Yet I had to let it go for the night and get some rest. The much needed REM sleep could give me an entirely new perspective on this problem to me tomorrow. At least that’s what I hoped.

On the walk to the hotel room I was getting increasingly nervous, the more rooms I passed in the hallway. This small hotel did not have enough rooms to accommodate the whole team separately. They only had four rooms for the seven of us. JJ and Emily had immediately paired up, just like Rossi and Morgan. And Hotch being the team leader took the single room. Leaving me with our newest and youngest member, Y/N.

It’s not like I didn’t like her. That’s not what it was at all. Just, she made me a little bit nervous. She was so beautiful that sometimes I couldn’t get out any words around her. And that says a lot because I always have something to say. But as cheesy as it sounds, in some moments there is not a single fact that I can recall. 

But the elephant in the room demands to be heard. She is younger than I am. And that by a lot. By exactly ten years and three months. That appears to be a lot. I don’t really know why, but that bothers me. We are both adults, but because of social conventions at our age, I feel as though it is inappropriate. Yet if I were 60 and she were 50 or I was 80 and she was 70, no one would even blink at the gap. Yet because we are young it matters. I feel sad when I think about it because I like her a lot. And when we talk I don’t notice the age gap. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say that it wasn’t even there at all.

What surprised me as I was having these thoughts and neared the room was the fact that I actually considered asking her out. Since Maeve I have not been on a single date. And who said she would even be interested in anything beyond a casual friendship or even colleagueship with me? That’s not even considering the amount of courage it would require for me to tell her. But it’s not like that would be a fruitful endeavour.

And that was the last thought I had before I reached the door to room 179. A prime number. Prime numbers would be my lucky numbers if there were such a thing.

As I rummaged around my pockets and satchel for the key card I noticed the sound of music coming through the door.

“Gotta thank him he’s the reason

That I’ll find what I’m looking for.”

I heard a woman sing over the sound of an electric guitar. I still hadn’t found my key card.

“Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me.”

My movements stopped when my brain registered the lyrics. Guys my age…?

“Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good.”

My breath hitched and I gulped, key card in hand. Did she mean that? Could it be possible that she would be interested in someone ten years older than her? The feeling of hope was beginning to form in my brain, scenarios of what could be clouding my vision. But they were quickly pushed aside by a dark storm of self-doubt. Because most people don’t listen to lyrics as closely. The lyrics to a song don’t mean anything to them. Did they mean anything to her?

I realised I had been standing in front of the door for way too long and gathered all my confidence to go inside. But nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. After closing the door behind me and tucking away the key card into my bag I turned around for the first time.

There she was. In the middle of the room in front of the two twin beds on a yoga mat. Her front leg was bent as she stretched her back. She was only dressed in skin tight pants and a matching bra that complimented the way her body was contorted. The soft light from the night lamp next to one of the beds made her skin glisten just noticeably as if it were glowing. I could feel my eyes widen as I my brain finally added up the pieces of what I was seeing.

“Oh, hi Spence!” she said gleefully turning her head towards mine, “I was feeling a little tense after sitting in that conference room all day. I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t even bother to attempt to talk, I could feel how dry my throat was and how my lips would not listen to any command I would’ve given it. So I just shook my head and pulled my eyes away from her as she moved her upper body towards the floor, holding herself up by her ellbows. I walked towards the beds in her general direction trying not to notice how gorgeous her ass looked now that her body was turned away from me. That I even had that thought surprised me and caused a blush to rise to my cheeks. I was thankful that she couldn’t see my face in that moment as I loosened up my tie. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, my attention drifted back to the song.

“Don't know how to love me good

So I'm never going back”

There was nothing in that moment that could keep me sane. My wildest dreams could have not come up with this scenario. It felt utterly unreal.

As the song ended I saw her change positions again from my peripheral vision.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” she said while turning the music down.

I noticed panic begin to fill my brain. She wanted to have a conversation.

“I um- it’s been kind of a long day,” I said and cleared my throat, while deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to turn around towards her.

“Have you been at the station the whole time? You must be exhausted,” she responded and continued when I didn’t answer, “I thought you could show me that show you’ve been gushing about.”

How was this real life? My brain began to lose control of my executive functions as my body turned around to face her. She was now sitting on the floor, legs stretched out in front of her, her hands wrapped around her feet as she looked up at me. The low-cut top she was wearing gave me a perfect sight into the curves of her-

I dared not continue that line of thought, already flustered enough as it is.

“Really? You’d be interested in watching that?” I said and blinked.

Her lips spread into a smile, twinkling her eyes, “Yeah, of course. The way you described it makes me really curious.”

“We could watch an episode or two before going to sleep, if you want.”

I just had to take this chance. Even if I could only begin to have a friendship with her, I wanted to be close to her because for some odd reason, I couldn’t bear to admire her from afar.

So not long after, I was setting up the odd hotel room tv to watch the show. It took me the entirety of her taking a shower so that I was only standing back up when she was walking out of the small bathroom in a white bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head. She smiled up at me as she walked past me, her hand brushing my arm so casually that I questioned whether it actually happened. 

I hesitated again before sitting down on the bed. Was she going to get dressed in front of me? Because no matter how much my amygdala wanted me to see that, my frontal cortex wasn’t going to allow it. I forced myself to look through my satchel in an attempt to find a distraction as I waited for her next move. But luckily, she didn’t tempt my brain too much into overdrive.

I felt as if there was a higher power not willing to spare me for the night when she came out of the bathroom a second time, now something someone might call dressed. She was in a loose light coloured satin pyjama set that showed off her legs perfectly. And as if that were not enough to torture me for the night, she joined me on my twin bed with her bag of chips.

“I hope that’s okay with you, then we can share snacks,” she said so innocently that I almost believed it. But I could still hear the song ringing in my ears and I noticed her eyes take a short glance down at my lips as she said it. I was almost convinced that I wasn’t imagining things.

What really sealed the deal was that I noticed her scoot a tiny bit closer to me every once in a while. At first I could only feel the warmth she radiated, but after about 30 minutes I felt the bare skin of her arm against mine. My breath quickened, which I was sure she had noticed.

I knew the episode off by heart. Which was to my advantage because then my brain could run in a speed that I could barely follow. I tried my hardest to calm down a little bit, which was hard when I could feel the movement of her body as a whole-hearted laugh filled her throat.

“Y/N,” I whispered with all my courage. It was so low that I almost thought she wouldn’t hear it, but she turned her head towards me her eyes following a few seconds after.

Her eyes met mine and it was like I could feel my neurons firing electrical signals throughout my entire body. And just like that, in one swift movement she had grabbed my face by the back of my head and pulled me into her lips.

That was the first time that night that my muscles began to relax as I eased into the sensation of her soft lips moving against mine. It was as though I was beginning to lose myself in the kiss, all insecurities about her feelings towards me or my inexperience gone.

When she ultimately pulled away and rested her forehead against mine, we were both panting gently. My whole body felt warm with the feeling of her breath on my skin and her hands still in my hair. I didn’t dare open my eyes, still afraid that I would wake up from this idyllical dream.

We both didn’t know what to say as we pulled away further and looked at each other. I wanted to say something, to let her know how I felt, but once again, my brain did not follow my commands.

“Did you know when you kiss someone for the first time it causes your dopamine levels to increase for a short period of time? It also makes your heart rate and the oxygen supply to your brain to raise,” I heard my voice say in something between a whisper and my normal talking voice.

“For the first time, huh?” she grinned a little at me.