Unsub (Spencer ReidxReader)

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"Wheels up in ten!" Hotch announced as he gathered up the case files.

Wanting to get there first and claim the best spot, you headed to the plan immediately, eating your granola bar/breakfast while you speed-walked to the jet.

Crumpling up your wrapper, you stepped on board. Your eyes instinctively traveled to the treasure, It was really all you needed; a nice, comfy, fluffy, comforting-

"Spencer"

"Long time no see Y/N" He greeted, smiling up at you from the couch- your couch. Despite your jealousy, you were more confused. Looking between the jet entrance and Spencer you asked "How did you get here so quickly?"
He didn't respond, just shrugged his shoulders before going back to his book, the odd sound of a page turning filling the private jet. It was almost melodic.

Holding in a sigh, you took a seat in a normal chair, across from the doctor. "So....5 dead men.... that's.... new." You rambled.

"You want the couch don't you?"

Looking into his soft brown eyes, you couldn't deny the truth. Despite feeling bad, you nodded your head in confirmation.
Spencer didn't hesitate,  losing his book, he sprung to his feet. "It's all yours."

"Spencer we can share." You informed after seeing that Spencer had begun to take a different seat. He stared at you for a moment, as if questioning your suggestion but soon enough he plumped down next to you. With the comforting warmth of the doctor next to you, curled up on the corner of the couch, you were sound asleep before the rest of the team even boarded.

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When your eyes finally flittered open the first thing that went through your mind was that you were in a much different position.

Instead of being curled in a ball on "your side" of the couch, your head now rested on a warm, strangely comfortable shoulder, an arm wrapped around the mystery person, and there definitely was an arm around your waist.

Forcefully closing your eyes again, you felt an immediate blush spread across your cheeks, burning all the way or your ears. When you opened them once more, you came face to face with Spencer, barley any distance between you, so close indeed that you could feel his warm breath on your neck, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

You would have happily stared into his eyes some more if not for Rossi calling out "morning sunshine."

You reluctantly untangled yourself from Reid, but still stayed unnecessarily close to him, the doctor readjusted accordingly.

"Lil mommas finally up." Morgan announced to the team. Rubbing your eyes, you turned back to Spencer. "How long was I asleep?" You questioned. Taking a brief look at his watch he replies "well... we land in five minutes."

"Shit." You mumble underneath your breath. But remembering the countless nights of zero hours of sleep, and realizing that here, sleeping on a tiny couch, with the comfort of a doctor and friend beside you, it's the best you've ever slept, so you allow a little room for self-pity.

"So I missed the briefing?" You assume and Spencer nods in conferment.

"Why don't you fill her in lover boy?" Morgan's voice booms. You try to ignore the new redness to Spencer's ears, more so focusing on your own.

"Let them be." Emily's voice warns, saving you from further embarrassment. You silently thank her for sparing you the further embarrassment.

Clearing his throat and awkwardly looking at you, Spencer 'fills you in.'

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You take a final look at yourself in the mirror, already readying yourself for the verbal abuse from the team.

The black mini dress hugs your curves in all the right places, a little too tightly for your taste. And the heels have increased your height so now you could come face to face with Morgan without going on tiptoes.

Your hair, which has been tossed and fluffed, completes the look of what would pass for a prostitute. Which A, is the point, but B, will lead to further embarrassment. You were going undercover for this one. Which was exciting until you saw the outfit. They had found a fitting unsub but needing a confession, which is where you came in.

Taking a deep breath, you step out of the small plane bathroom.

You immediately came face to face with the "chocolate god" as Garcia calls him and you knew you were in trouble.
"Little mommas looking goouuud." Morgan exclaims dramatically as he studied you.

"You better watch it Derek." You snap, revering to first names. Morgan lifts his hands in surrender, backing up for the rest of the team to see you.

"You can take it off.... right after we get the unsub into custody." Emily informs, earning a groan from you as she exited the plane, Morgan following.

Rossi made quick to exit too, but not before chuckling at your appearance. "Very nice." He said and exited before you could smack some sense into him. The other members left, giving you looks of sympathy along the way. One by one they filed out until it was you and the doctor alone once more.

"We should probably"

As you turned to leave, a slender hand around your wrist pulled you back.

"Y/N?" Spencer's voice came out as a whisper.
"Yeah?" You asked.

"Just... um be careful okay?" He insisted, licking his lips.

"Spence-"

"It can be really dangerous- I should know- and when your so close to a criminal" Spencer began to ramble but you grabbed his hand, cutting him off.

"Spence, I've been training for this my whole life." You explained. It's true, you've never been undercover but you knew one day you'd work your way up to it.

"I know. It's just" Reid murmured but didn't finish.

"I'll be careful." You promised, giving his hand an assuring squeeze. He raised an eyebrow, giving you a somewhat quizzical glance.
Not being able to stand the worried look in his eyes, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck. You could feel how tense he was- a thing that often happened with very serious cases- but he quickly relaxed under your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist. His jumper was soft and warm under your touch.

"I'll be careful." You whispered into his shoulder, only now really understanding the risks of associating with a serial killer.

Corrie Ten Boom said "worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles... it empties today of its strength."

Both you and the doctor reminded yourselves of this as you exited the safety of the plane and prepared yourself for the danger that lies beyond.

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