#penelope garcia

IN WHICH spencer proudly shows off his wife at the BAU

౨ৎ⋆˚࿔ “that’s my girlfriend, suckers”/“my wife, even better”

the case was tiring. it was a long, exhausting day of sitting around the briefing room with the rest of the team. you were trying to stay awake, observing emily who was sitting at her usual spot next to you, and penelope on your left. frantically tapped on her keyboard.

all of you were racking your brains as you went over the documents for what felt like the hundredth time. but thanks to you, after a couple of hours and coffee refills, it was finally done.

you did it. you cracked the code. you saw the tiny detail no one did, causing everyone to finally let out a relieved breath when you explained your much plausible hypothesis.

“i don’t know what we’d do without you, pretty girl” said derek when you finished rambling, allowing himself to stretch out his arms to release the pent up tension.

you just smiled, and spencer’s eyes locked with yours from the other side of the room. he was grinning goofily, dimples showing. surprisingly, he wasn’t even slightly disappointed by the fact that he wasn’t the one to solve the case this time.

instead, he cheered happily, his hand fixing his tousled hair “that’s my girlfriend, suckers !”

but the thin silver band around your finger reflected the sunlight streaming in the room as you put the files down, like a reminder to him and everyone else.

the whole team rolled their eyes, and you didn’t miss their shared amused glances, aw well as the way rossi rolled his eyes. if noticing your sickeningly sweet behaviour had been fun when you two began dating, it was now a common occurrence for all your colleagues.

“your wife, spencer.”

he looked around, chuckling to himself at your correction, before a smile creeped up his face.

“my wife, even better !”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x femaleBAU!reader 

A/N: Cooked this up rq so it probably sucks, but I hope you enjoy it! Please like, repost, and follow if you’d like to see more like this! 

Word count: 1.2k 

Warnings: Not an ounce of proof-reading, Mentions of killers and wounds (not much), fluff 

Summary: Hard launching to the team by accident. You wear his hoodie on the jet plane back after an exhausting mission, and everyone notices. 

After a long case that managed to drag out for an entire week, the team was finally returning to their home, Quantico. The case of a serial killer targeting teenage girls. A 15-year-old girl was kidnapped, and the team raced against the clock to find her.

It was a hard case for you; you saw yourself in her. She was involved in the same things you were in high school. She was a good kid who went through a lot, and you knew all what that was like. 

You barely slept the whole case, constantly brewing new coffee to stay awake. If you did get any sleep, it was because you slipped into consciousness while working in the police station. 

You’d eventually wake up on the office couch with a blanket draped over you. You obviously knew exactly who was taking care of you, but for the sake of HR and your job, you had to feign ignorance. 

No one could know about you and Reid. 

You loved him, you truly did. He was everything a woman could ask for. Between his nerdy facts and his cute face, you were down horrifically. 

No matter how much you loved him, you knew that as a female agent, you would never receive respect if you were dating a male coworker. People would assume you slept your way into your position. They would overlook the countless hours and dedication you put into your job. 

You weren’t willing to sacrifice that, so you and Reid came to a mutual decision to keep your relationship a secret.

It was hard, but it was important. You couldn’t risk your relationship distracting you or getting in the way of your job. 

Eventually, after grueling 16-hour days working to find her, Penelope managed to find where he was hiding her. The girl narrowly survived, with deep gashes and cuts from the killer's relentless torture. 

You knew this case would haunt you. It wasn’t abnormal for you to have nightmares about the worst ones. They wouldn’t go away, but after time they became manageable. The insomnia wasn’t so bad anyway; you actually managed to get stuff done during the night. 

The times when you were able to fall asleep were few and far between. 

Hotch noticed— hell, the whole team did— but the BAU isn’t exactly known for its compliance. There wasn’t anything they could do except encourage you to sleep. You wouldn’t listen; it’s not like you could control the nightmares, they just came to you. 

Soon enough, the team was boarding the jet and setting off for home. 

One by one, the team shoved their bags underneath the plane into the storage compartment. Morgan, ever the gentleman, usually took the women’s bags for them and tossed them along with the others. 

Each member boarded the plane, walking up the steep steps of the plane stairs. Inside, Hotch looked around. 

“Where’s Y/n?”

The team really hadn’t noticed you were missing. Not because they didn’t care, but because they were so exhausted they could barely keep their eyes open. 

Except Reid, of course. He was extremely aware you weren’t on the plane, but he feared that if he was the only one to bring up your disappearance, it would look suspicious. He knew Hotch would notice eventually, so he stayed quiet. 

The team glanced around the room, looking for you before deciding you were absent from the plane. 

“Huh.. That’s unusual. She’s always early”, Morgan stated. He reached into his back pocket where his phone rested, pressing each number until he was ready to dial your cell phone. 

Just as he was pressing the last number, the stairs thumped frantically. 

Hotch grabbed his gun on his belt, not drawing it, but ready in the case of an emergency. 

But it wasn’t an emergency; it was you. Your hair was a mess, and your makeup from yesterday smudged on your face. You wore fluffy pajama pants, slippers, and a large oversized drawstring hoodie. 

The team glanced over you. You looked horrid, but that wasn’t what they were concerned with. They weren’t looking at your slippers, or your bright pink Hello Kitty pajama pants, or even your extremely messy hair.  They were focused on your hoodie, the one they were all too familiar with. It didn’t belong to you. It belonged to Dr.Spencer Reid. 

Emily’s mouth dropped open, immediately panning to Spencer, who wore a pink blush on his face, before turning to JJ and Morgan, who were both looking at each other already. Hotch and Rossi glanced at each other, with a smile on Rossi’s face while Hotch wore his same old stone-cold face. 

You were confused as to why JJ, Emily, and Morgan were giggling. Even more so, why Rossi was smiling at your appearance. You knew you looked a mess, but you didn’t look that bad. 

JJ turned back to face Rossi, “So how many weeks is it?” 

“10 weeks,” He replied, still wearing his smile. 

“Dammit,” Morgan and Emily said in unison while reaching into their pockets for their wallets. 

“I really thought I had this one,” Morgan muttered while pulling out a crisp $100 bill and handing it back to Rossi, Emily doing the same. 

You looked at the scene in front of you in utter confusion. 

“Can someone explain what’s happening?” you awkwardly laughed, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Uhm.. It appears you’re still wearing my hoodie… and now the team knows. It also seems that they’ve made bets on how long it took us to slip up and reveal ourselves. I actually considered the possibility that this would happen, but it seemed quite slim. I should’ve known, considering it depended on an extremely large number of variables”, he rambled, blush remaining on his face. 

“Oh”, you said, walking slowly and finally slumping into a seat with a loud thump. 

After a minute, the giggles quieted down, and the team started picking their seats. 

As Emily passed you, she whispered in your ear, “Congratulations, you’ll tell the girls all the details later at girls' night, right? I want to know everything.” She giggled as she walked away. 

You knew she was joking, but your face went red, and you buried your face in your hands. 

Spencer took his seat next to you, pulling out a book as he began telling you facts about the author. 

“For as profound as Dostoevsky is, he actually only wrote to pay off his financial debts. He suffered from a gambling addiction. In fact, he wrote it in only twenty-six days, which is only five days slower than Jack Kerouac wrote when working on ‘On the Road’.”He rambled on about Dostoevsky. 

It obviously wasn’t his first time reading Crime and Punishment, but it was one of his favorites, and he often re-read it for enjoyment. He had an eidetic memory, so re-reading them wasn’t really necessary, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. 

Hotch watched the two of you. Studying how you interacted and how you treated him. Reid was like his son, and he cared deeply about how he was treated, even if Hotch sometimes failed to treat him right. 

When Reid eventually quieted down and became focused on his reading, Hotch looked at you from across the table. 

“Just make sure to report it to HR”, He stated. It was the most approval you would ever get out of Hotch without him saying it directly. 

So maybe dating a federal agent wouldn’t turn out to be so detrimental to your career. 

You leaned on Reid’s shoulder as he read. Snuggled in his hoodie and resting on him, you managed to fall asleep. 

Safe to say, that was the best sleep you had in over a month.