Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Two •

I finally dared to speak. "Congrats on ten years."
"Oh, uh, thanks."

You paused again, only to muster up the courage to ask, "You've never actually told anyone any of this, have you?"
Spencer was caught off guard. "What? The entire team knows about this."
"I mean you've never told anyone. You've never had to actually speak this story out loud. I doubt that when you went to those meetings you told the entire story. Sorry if I'm over stepping a boundary, I just wanted to say that... that I think it's good to finally be able to talk about all of it. Even if it's with someone you barely know." You laughed off the last bit.

As the two of you looked back at the sunset, the silence between you was beginning to grow less disagreeable.

Spencer broke the quiet with two words, still looking out toward the view. "Y-your right."
"Hm?" You politely turned your head back to him, but he wouldn't meet your gaze. Instead he'd done what he'd done so many times in the past few minutes. He looked back down to his hands, fingers fumbling around.
"I really haven't actually told anyone that story. Everyone who knows it was there when it happened. I never really had a chance to tell anyone."

There was this weight you could visualize being lifted off Spencer's chest after he'd spoke. He'd been holding onto the words, themselves, for so long. It didn't matter who actually knew about it, he needed to tell someone. And it seemed that telling you, at this moment was his best option. Someone he figured he could trust easily, even if he didn't know you all that well yet.

Trust. Wait.

You didn't notice yourself take another hit of your joint, then blowing out as you said, "Why did you say that thing about me not trusting you?"
This time it was Spencer's turn to finally meet your gaze, looking at the smoke coming from your mouth then back at your face.
"W-what...?"
"You said that you were going to tell me this story so that I would feel like I could trust you and the team."
"Oh... that."
"Yeah. Um..." You were trying to find your words. "I never said I didn't trust you–"
"I wasn't trying to insinuate that!" Spencer quickly spoke.
"What makes you think I don't trust you guys?" You spoke genuinely. You didn't want to come off as accusatory, and neither did Spencer, so you tried your gentlest tone as best you could. As much as you wanted to distance yourself from the team, you still wanted to be accepted.
"Oh, just, how quiet you were really. It's really just when someone is so quiet, it makes me think they don't trust themselves with their ideas, or us with taking those ideas into account. I don't... I don't know."
"Wow," you loosely giggled out, taking another hit. "For a genius, I've left you pretty clueless." You let your happy-go-lucky laugh get the best of you for a moment before you quickly quieted it, noticing how high you were already getting. "I guess I'm just that hard of a puzzle to solve."

You noticed that statement seemed to pique Spencer's interest when he responded, half-jokingly, "Well, I'm pretty good at solving puzzles."

The two of you made eye contact once again, but this time it was sharper, like you were supposed to respond to that. You could feel yourself slipping away so you simply sighed and let yourself sink down into the bench. Your tolerance had gone down quite a bit since you hadn't smoked in such a long time.

You noticed Spencer eyeing the joint that stuck out from its resting place between your lips. "Want a hit?"
Spencer thought for a moment before giving in. "It's not like I've never smoked weed before, and I didn't get addicted then," he awkwardly laughed out. "Oh shit, fuck. Nice going Y/N, offer weed to an ex-addict." You harshly thought to yourself. "Wait– uh, shouldn't you... not?" "Don't worry, I'll be fine." He saw how concerned you looked, so he affirmed with a more serious tone, "Really."

You just stood still and watched as you let the Doctor take the join from your lips into his fingers, while he made eye contact with you to keep you assured he would be fine. Spencer had caught you in a marijuana-induced trance, unable to peel your eyes from one another. That was until he closed his eyes when he took his first puff of the evening. Maybe it was just the drugs, but even with his eyes closed, you couldn't seem to look away from him.