Reid/JJ friendship! Or Reid with JJ's boys?
HELLO YES JJ/REID FRIENDSHIP IS MY FAVORITTTTEEEE PROMPT ME MORE.
“JJ, I’m fine, I swear I’m fine.”
“Hold still,” she frowned. She knelt down on the concrete curb, trying to get a better look at his injury in the dim early-evening light. “Hold still!” She pushed his hair back from his forehead and dabbed at the cut over his right eye.
Spencer scrunched up his face. “Really, I’m fine,” he said. He leaned away from her, stretching his long legs out on the sidewalk. “I’ve been hurt worse. You’ve seen it, this is nothing, you should really-”
She swatted his knee. “Reid, I swear to god, if you don’t hold still I will personally load you into an ambulance and tell them you need stitches,” she said. “Do you want stitches?”
“Um...no,” he said, clasping his hands and leaning forward, submitting to her firm touch. “Ow….ow, that’s...ouch, JJ.”
“Oh, hush,” she said. She frowned in concentration as she eyed the cut carefully. “Henry is five and he wiggles less than you.”
“Well, usually children are calmer in the presence of a parent that they’re close to in cases of illness or injury, so Henry is more likely to hold still for you than I am,” Spencer said. “Henry is also about a third of my height, so he’s easier to subdue.”
JJ peeled the backing off a butterfly bandage. “Hold off on your fun facts for a second,” she said. “Stay very still. Or else.”
He didn’t want to find out what or else might entail, so he obeyed. JJ placed a butterfly bandage over the edge of the cut, then a second. “There,” she said. “That should be better.” She hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the ER and get checked out? You fell really hard.”
“I’ll be fine,” he promised.
JJ frowned and lifted his chin, scrutinizing her handiwork on his forehead. “Maybe you do need stitches,” she mused.
“It’ll heal,” Spencer said, squinting at her.
She sighed. “Let’s make a deal,” she said. “You come over for dinner tomorrow and I’ll check this cut out again, and if it looks better I promise I won’t say another word about stitches.” She grinned. “Plus, Henry got a new lego set and he’s been dying to show his Uncle Spence what he built. Deal?”
“Deal,” he said emphatically.