One-shots/Short Stories

Spencer Reid/BBC Sherlock crossover

This is for tohru102 I hope you like it!

Caught and Who's Smarter than Who
Trailing behind the group of people who were given the tour of the FBI building, I parted ways from them, heading down the opposite hallway. Finding the right office, I quickly walked in and shut the door as quietly and quickly as I could. Turning to face the office, I was a bit startled at the sight.
Many. . .bright objects and ornaments decorated the place - a lava lamp, plushy toys, and even a stress ball. Fancy pens were around, including some wacky scent smoke things that just reminds me of my brother and his smoking habit. "Cold turkey!" I remembered his friend saying to him.
Ignoring the objects around me, I jumped onto the swirly chair, easily logging on to the computers. It was quite simple, really, the password was just ringing out in the office because of this person's personality.
I went onto the search engine and started looking for the man my brother dear wanted me to find. "Why not just go to Mycroft?" I had asked him.
"Mycroft and I aren't speaking." he had simply waved off. "Besides, you're better to talk to than him. Out of the two of you you're my favourite sibling."
"Funny, he said that to me too."
"Gotcha!" I sang quietly, downloading all the information on the guy Sherlock was looking for. Grabbing my flash drive, I turned to leave only to stop at what was at the entry.
A group of FBI members stood armed, all but one. And I definitely knew why she wasn't armed. "A lovely place you have here." I told her nonchalantly, looking around. "A bit too. . .girly and scent-smelly for me, but it's nice."
"Uh, thanks?" The woman glanced to the group nervously.
"Who are you?" the leader of the group demanded. He stood straight and stoic, hand hovering around his gun. "Why are you here?"
"No need for guns, guys!" I raised my hands up innocently. "I'm not after you. Just needed to borrow the computers for a moment."
"Why?"
"Only FBI have access to the things I need."
"And they are?"
"I'm afraid it's none of your business."
"It turned into our business when you entered here." the African-American dude snapped, grabbing his gun. I merely rolled my eyes at his moves.
"Your accent, it's British." another man mumbled. I turned to him, my eyes looking him up and down. From what I deduced, he was the smart one out of the group, and possibly the youngest. He wore jeans with a button up shirt that was covered with a vest, black tie included. His brown hair was unkept and messy (though it suited him), and what intrigued me the most was his odd socks that went with his converse shoes. Peculiar.
"Why are you here?" the handsome man asked me. "Are you from Interpol?" I scoffed at the question.
"As if."
"Scotland Yard?"
"Nope. Too many idiots."
"MI6?"
"No way. I am not working alongside my brother."
"Brother?"
"Not sure if it's confidential or not but I'm going to stick with the first one."
"Are you someone we should consider dangerous?"
"Reid, she just snuck into Garcia's office doing who-knows-what. I think she's dangerous." the African-American man grumbled.
"You should see my brothers." I commented. "One works for the Queen, the other is withdrawing from drugs."
"Okay seriously, who are you?" a blonde woman asked me. Grinning, I held my hand out mockingly.
"Aspen Holmes, lovely to meet you rude Americans!"

***

One year later. . .
"Aspen?"
"Ya?"
"Why are you cleaning the apartment?"
"Because."
"Because? It's the weekend and I finally have a day off to spend time with you."
"Well, I'm afraid that'll have to be postponed, my dearest Spence."
"Why?"
"My brother is coming."
"Which one?"
"Sherlock." From being his adorable sleepy self, Spencer immediately became alert.
"What?" he yelped. "He's coming?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
". . .I just did."
"I need to go get ready." He ran back into our room. "Don't tell him that I am a fan of his work!"
"Too late, I did already when we met a year ago!" Three sharp knocks came from the front door, making me freeze from about to throwing my dirty socks away. "Coming!"