Dr. Spencer Reid

5. Coffee & Almost Caught (F / S)

We get to the cafe & it's shockingly small. There's only three small booths that are a tight fit in the small room. It's only Hotchner, Morgan, Reid, one waitress, & I. Spencer & I slide into the booth. It's a narrow fit & the table almost presses our stomachs.

"Good morning Dr, Reid. Good morning y/n" Hotch says.

Morgan is just smiling at us & we can almost feel the tension in the room.

"I messaged you both about the rooms. I think I may have mixed up the keys" Hotch says.

"Um yes. I think you did but that's okay. Y/n's phone died & the signal must've been unstable because I didn't receive your text until it was really late. We didn't want to wake you. I slept on the couch & y/n slept on the bed so we were really fine. Maybe we can get a hold of Garcia & -"

I gently squeeze Spencer's leg under the table to signal to him that he's rambling & over explaining. I can tell he's anxious about them saying or suspecting anything.

"Well we can switch rooms tonight. It should be more comfortable for you both" Hotch says.

"Tonight?" I suddenly blurt out. My stomach drops & I gulp hard.

Another night with Dr. Spencer Reid. Holy shit.

"Apparently the flooding has only gotten worse. Cops say our cars won't make it past the bridge, so we're stuck here. Reid is correct, the service here is bad. If we try to drive & get stuck, chances are no one is going to pick us up" Hotch says. He always so stern & serious. It's intimidating.

"Well I've gotta find somewhere to stay tonight & the motel is out of rooms. So Hotch, unless you want to cuddle tonight it's probably best for Reid & y/n to stay in that room. They seems comfortable enough & all of their stuff is already set up in there" Morgan says, smirking at us.

"You're right. Will you two be okay in the room you're in?" Hotch says.

"Yes, absolutely" Spencer responds a little too enthusiastically.

"Alright well let's get to the case" Hotchner says.

He starts explaining every gruesome detail of the murders to us. I suddenly feel disgusted with myself. This case is beyond disturbing, but I still can't focus on anything other than him.

Dr. Spencer fucking Reid.

He puts his hand on my thigh under the table & lightly squeezes. I take a deep breath & try to keep a poker face & stay composed. His hand starts trailing further up my thigh & under my skirt. He has no emotion on his face & his other hand is writing notes on the case like nothing is going on. He keeps sliding his hand further up until he reaches there. I forgot that I'm not wearing any underwear & I can feel myself starting to almost drip onto my skirt. He stops right before touching me & turns to me to make sure I'm paying attention to Hotchner talking. Then he suddenly slides his hand across the bottom of my hips & his thumb lands right on my clit. I slightly gasp & everyone looks at me.

"I, um, I'm sorry. I thought I saw a bug for a second" I nervously say.

Spencer moves his hand completely off of me & wipes my arousal across my leg as he pulls his hand away. He moves both hands on top of the table.

Everyone is looking at me with confusion & suspicion. I lightly smile & let out a soft laugh. This makes everyone do the same then look away.

Safe for now.

"Morgan & I will go out to look at the bodies. You two can stay here & run through the victimology" Hotch says.

"Sounds good" Morgan responds. Spencer & I both nod.