A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter Three)
Summary: Reader and Rossi spend some father-daughter time together in which they host an all out Italian dinner with the team. Leading to someone getting a little tipsy, enough to need a carpool back to her apartment and who better to take her than the one guy she finds herself to be a little flirty with
Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk, other than not none!
AN: I really wanted to extend the relationship that Reader has with Rossi and I love the father daughter bond that I'm trying to portray here, but also further deepening her relationship with the one and only Spencer Reid.
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I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was waiting for the rest of that night for a text from Spencer.
The thought never left my mind, so much so that for the next three hours I just so happened to stay up binging episodes of Buffy and occasionally glancing at my phone for a text.
I fell asleep soon after, still on my couch, and only just waking up to a knock on my door. I checked my phone to see the time, it being 8 am, and got up groggily to the door.
"You look rough." I hear come out of my dads mouth as I open the door to him.
"What are you doing here? It's way too early for me to be doing things." I say rubbing my eyes, trying to wake myself up completely.
He lets himself in my apartment and I shut the door behind him.
"I wanted to spend some time catching up with you, is that so bad?"
I shrug, "It is when it's eight in the morning." I say sarcastically and he laughs.
"Look, let's spend the day together, how does that sound? And tonight I'm having the team over for dinner, maybe you can use this to your advantage." He tries convincing me.
I narrow my eyes at him playfully, "This seems like a scheme, Dad."
He laughs softly and pats my shoulder, "No scheme."
"Fine, what do you have planned?" I ask, nudging him with my shoulder.
"Let's go to brunch, hang around at my place, then you help me show how to present some true Italian cuisine to your coworkers."
I weigh my options, this or slumping around my apartment all day while looking over some paperwork. Yeah, option one sounds pretty good.
"Sounds good," I say to him smiling and he places his hands on my countertop.
"Well then go make yourself look presentable! I thought your mother would've ingrained into you her morning routine."
I laugh at that, my mom was always a morning person when I was growing up, waking up at the crack of dawn with her full face of makeup and attire that looks as though she was going out with her girlfriends everyday. Definitely something that dad was not fond of.
I rush into my room, leaving my dad in the kitchen to inspect my apartment as I get ready.
I slip on a simple but classy outfit, doing something with my hair to make it look like I haven't just rolled out of bed, despite that being exactly what I did, and going into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
"You really did just get up huh..?" My dad said walking to me as I get out the bathroom. He sticks his hand out to my face and rubs my chin with his thumb, "I'm not gonna let you out the house with toothpaste still all over you." He says with a goofy smile and I roll my eyes playfully,
"Thanks Dad, how classy." I joke and he shrugs.
"Shall we get going?" He asks and I nod.
The car ride to the brunch place included some semi awkward small talk about my mom, as well as me checking my phone every two minutes.
"What's up?" My dad asks, looking from the road to see me for a moment.
"Nothing." I say as convincingly as I can. Was I upset? Maybe a little bit. But it's not that big of a deal.
"You learn pretty quickly on this team that you can't lie to a profiler, so I'll ask again. What's the matter?" He asks.
"Just waiting for a text."
This time he looks at me completely, raising his eyebrows, "Oh? Is that so? What's his name?" He asks with a cheeky grin.
I roll my eyes, "Not like that, Dad."
He nods as we pull into the brunch place and huffs out, "Yeah, right."
Brunch went well, we talked about what I've been doing before he reached out to me again after not being with my mom and I for a couple of years. How he was sorry for not being there throughout my teenage years and only trying to build up a relationship with me after my first two years in college. It was nice to hear it coming out of him to my face, and I could tell he was genuine.
We are now staying in his house- er, mansion, while he prepares all of the ingredients to make one of our favorites, baked mostaccioli.
I check my phone again, still nothing. Whatever, I should probably stop fixating on it anyway.
"Y/N, come help." I hear my dad call from the kitchen. I walk in and he hands me the block of parmesan and the grater, he's a firm hater of pre-grated cheese.
I start getting to work as he begins, "So, how are they all treating you?"
"The team? They're all super nice. I really like Emily, she's awesome." I say and he looks up at me.
"What about him?" I can feel the red on my face.
"He's a real rambler that's for sure."
He eyes me a little bit, "Mhm. You two have been getting along?"
"Yes, I would think so." I ask with a slight laugh.
He brushes it off a changes the subject as we continue to prep everything.
After a couple hours we actually start cooking the food and we hear knocking on the door.
"I'll get it" I tell my dad as I walk to the door to see Hotch and Emily, and I must say, Hotch looks a whole lot different when he has a smile on his face and he loses the suit.
"Y/N! Hey" Emily says and brings me into a hug, while I let them in the house where Hotch and my dad already start their chatter.
"I brought wine." Emily says with a grin on her face as we sit down on the couch.
It doesn't take long for everyone else to arrive, Derek, Penelope, and Spencer all arrive together and I welcome them in.
Penelope joins Emily who's pouring herself a glass on the couch as Derek follows her. I shoot Spencer an awkward smile and let him in as I close the door behind him.
We all sit around the couch chatting (and drinking) as my dad now forces Hotch to be his sous chef instead of me.
"So wait- you graduated two years early AND was valedictorian?" Emily asks after they ask me about myself before the BAU.
"Well, salutatorian, but close enough." I laugh, and she shakes her head.
"You're gonna give pretty boy a run for his money." Derek says and claps Spencer's back.
"Yeah right, didn't you graduate college at 16?" I ask him and he nods with a smile. "Plus, I'm no genius. I just worked really hard and my mom decided preschool was a waste of time and put me in elementary school early." I shrug.
"Better than me." Emily huffs with a laugh.
"Dinner is served." My dad shouts from the kitchen, we all settle around the dining table where the platters are set out, the mostaccioli as well as some panzanella and of course, breadsticks.
Emily looks at the meal, "Is this a fancy lasagna or something?"
My dad looks up at her with all seriousness, "Say that again and you're never invited to my house again."
We all laugh, but I know that he's only semi-joking and we sit and enjoy the dinner together.
After a little while we all finish and everyone settles back into the living room to share stories and drinks. I decide, however, to help out a little bit back in the kitchen and clean up some stuff.
"You know you don't have to do all of that" My dad says as he comes to get another bottle from his special cabinet.
"It's the least I can do." I say, he shrugs and walks to the others when I hear someone else walk in.
"I promise I got it" I say, thinking it was my dad again but turn around to see Spencer standing by the counter. "Oh sorry," I say and he shakes his head, "Don't worry about it."
"So.." I say. Great start Y/N that's not awkward at all.
"Do you need any help? I know you said you got it but Emily wants you back over there soon, I can help you finish a little quicker."
"Yeah, sure, if you want. Just start putting everything in the dishwasher." I request and he does so while I rinse everything off in the sink first.
"You're pretty impressive, you know that?" He says.
Oh boy, I can feel the blush creeping up on my face. "It's not that big a deal. Like I said before, it's just dedication and hard work. I'm sure you can relate to that."
He nods, "Yeah, but it's still a great accomplishment. Soon enough, if of course you actually go for it, you could become the youngest member in the BAU. Of course I'd still have the youngest age to get in but you get the point."
"Only by ONE year dingus." I say, shoving him.
He laughs, "Two actually." So he was 22 getting in, go figure.
"Oh well excuse me" I say playfully and he smiles at me, we finish the dishes and go sit with everyone.
Emily hands me a drink and we go on about god knows what and everyone kind of does their own thing, my dad and Hotch go be adults somewhere in the backyard while the rest of us are left to occupy ourselves.
Penelope and Derek are playing a drinking version of never have I ever with my dads bourbon and Emily is trying to convince Spencer to take a chance at dancing but he stays in his place on the couch.
"You're too sober for this, come on Y/N" Emily says pulling my arm.
"What are we doing exactly?" I ask with a giggle and she drags me to the stereo, looking at the cds.
"He has nothing good, this sucks. I'm guessing you're not carrying a cd of your own."
I laugh and shake my head no, "Wasn't planning on having a dance party when I was told we were having a dinner."
Penelope rushes over to us with her iPod in hand, "Fret not my pretties, I have just what you need." She plugs in a cable to the stereo and then to her iPod.
Just in time my dad walks in, "What in hell are you guys doing?"
We all laugh and Derek comes to the rescue, "Calm down, old man, we just need to see your moves."
"OLD MAN??" He asks, "I'll show you old man." He continues and lets us continue to play something.
The rest of the night goes as this: my dad getting a little too groovy and having to sit down after not even three minutes with Hotch laughing the most I've ever seen. Emily and I attempting to recreate that one dirty dancing scene, however Derek and Penelope definitely were a better duo than us and Spencer just watching it all play down.
Once it gets a little late everyone settles down and decides to start heading out.
"Princess Penny and I are having one of my friends drive us home, we'll see you guys later." Derek says as the two of them walk out and Emily follows soon after.
"I'm gonna grab a taxi, have a good night yall." she says.
"Yeah I should get going too, thanks Dave." Hotch says as he heads out.
My dad looks at Spencer and I, "Y/N, are you staying here or-"
"I can take her home" Spencer says, which makes me shoot my eyebrows up.
"Okay kids, have fun goodnight, I've had enough party time." He says walking out and Spencer stands up and faces me, "Is that okay?" he asks.
I nod and bite my tongue as I smile. "Yeah that's good."
We walk out and I get into his car, him entering the drivers side. I give him my address and we start driving.
"You and Emily's dance routine was um, definitely an interesting attempt." He says with a laugh and I giggle at him.
"She almost lifted me up."
"Like three inches off the ground." He snickers and I smack his arm.
"Hey how come you never text me?" I ask, of course the words escaped my mouth before I could even understand what I was saying. Oh well.
His face went red, "Oh, I don't know, I guess I was nervous."
"What do you possibly need to be nervous for. It was just asking to get coffee together, not asking me to marry you." I joke.
He obviously got a little antsy at that, "I, um, well I dunno."
I poked him in the cheek, "Do I make you nervous, Spencer?" I tease.
He smirked a little bit while the blush on his face only increased. "Why would you make me nervous."
"You're avoiding the question."
"You need to get some sleep, sober up a little bit."
"I'm fine Spencer." I smirk and he pulls in front of my apartment complex and puts the car in park.
"Do I need to walk you to your apartment?" He asks me as I unbuckled.
"If you want." I smiled and he quickly got out, I used my key to get into the building and we got on the elevator to my room.
"Here's mine.." I say as we stand in front of the door.
"I'll text you this time." He says with a small smile on his face.
"Good." I say as I start to open my door.
"Sorry?" I turn before walking in.
"To answer your question. You do. But in a good way. Goodnight Y/N."
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