Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Two •

The way his eyelids closed so delicately, allowing the intoxication to flow through him.
The way his lips softly wrapped around the thin roll; and when he brought his long fingers up to pull it out of his mouth, how the smoke flowed out from between his pink lips.
The way his jaw pushed forward to take in the hit, sharpening his already pointed jawline.

Maybe it was the drugs that were intoxicating. Or maybe it was just Spencer. Or maybe it was both... who knows?

"You never answered my question." Spencer finally sounded confident in himself as he puffed out another hit.
"You're question?" You reached out for the joint again, Spencer passing it to you as he talked.
"Yeah, after you asked how I found this place, I responded, 'I could ask you the same question."
"So technically you didn't ask me." You noticed Spencer furrow his brows. "You didn't ask me. You just said you could ask me."
"Oh, yeah. I guess you're right." You and Spencer shared a small giggle as you both peered back over the sunset, which was beginning to encase the sky with darkness more than light.

The silence that settled between you didn't feel so clumsy this time. It was merely a natural break in the conversation. As natural as the rest of the words flowing through your mouths.

"Well if you must know," you finally spoke up, passing the joint back to Spencer. Slowly but surely, you explained to him the important parts of the story of how you found this sanctuary of yours. During your little monologue, your focus swayed between the young doctor's features and the darkening sky above the city before you.

"Do you think you'll ever find that baseball?" Spencer asked, puffing out another hit.
"I don't know. Maybe someday." You sighed back.

"Wait." Spencer's tone had changed, causing you to turn your gaze toward him, cocking your head and furrowing your brows. "You babysat at the house at the very very top of the street?" He questioned.
"...Yeah..." You slowly responded. "Oh...!" You came to the same realization as him. Even under the influence, he was still able to deduce small connections.

The fact that Spencer was getting deals ten years ago from an abandoned house at the the top of this street had completely glossed over both you and him for a moment until he'd spoken up.

"The Michaelsons' house was abandoned before it was destroyed. The kids had both gone to college and the parents moved, and they never even sold the house. The kids went to college like a little over ten or so years ago or something." You spoke up, realizing that your estimate of time made you sound less than your IQ hyped you up to be. You didn't know how the boy genius could still be able to put things together while being high. When you were high, you were dumb as shit.

"I just realized!" You said overly relaxed, snatching the joint back from out of Spencer's lips mid-puff.
"Yeah, I guess I got drugs from the same house you used to babysit in... small world." Spencer and you locked eyes, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing harder than either of you had in a very long time, which wasn't very hard, but it did say something about each of you.

After the small fit of laughter had died down, you looked down to notice that you and Spencer had subconsciously scooted closer to each other throughout your conversation. Spencer's right arm was now draped over the back of the bench behind you with his body turned toward yours, his knees fanned out in a basic man-spread. Your knees were now facing toward Spencer's direction, touching his thigh, with your torso keeping you slightly angled toward the man.

Spencer's tone got serious now, but still soft, like he'd sobered up without even trying. "Why are you so hesitant to be a part of the team?"
The question had crept up on you and now was its time to pounce. You realized the effect this question had when you felt like you'd sobered up as well. You obviously hadn't, which made this whole situation more confusing for you.

Taking a hefty breath in, you exhaled with a "welp," you turned your attention fully toward Spencer now. "You already explained your dark past to me, so... I guess it's my turn." You averted your gaze, not wanting to have to look at the beautiful man in front of you as you broke yourself apart trying to find your words.

"My life has been a mishmash of uncertainty after uncertainty; so, working at the Pentagon had allowed for my adult life to encompass this certainty that I'd been missing, y'know?" You paused for a moment, unsure if you should keep going. The pressing urge to even out the playing field between the two of you won in the end. "I guess... I never really imagined a future for myself. Maybe it was because I figured I'd be dead by now – whether it was accidental or by my own hand." It felt like a boulder had been lifted off of you. You guessed this was your weight that you'd never told anyone about before.

You finally mustered up the courage to look at your coworker, who was now seeming to feel less like that – a coworker – and more like an actual friend. The expression plastered across his face told you instantly that you should not have shared that with him so soon in your knowing of him. "I-I'm sorry, that was a lot to–" "No, it's fine" "–unpack, I-" "Really, Y/N, it's fine." Spencer cut you off. "I'm glad you told me that."

You noticed that the two of you had given up on the joint, both feeling your bodies come down a bit after the short, but heavy moment.

The two of you had been staring into each other's souls for so long now, you'd completely tuned out the splendor of the sky painted above you. You noticed the glimmer of a reflection in Spencer's eyes, which you presumed to be the last of the light flickering and fading from the sky.

"Don't you want to watch the sunset?" Spencer spoke so softly it was a miracle you'd heard him.

Once again, maybe it was the drugs talking, or maybe you really just wanted to be in this moment with Spencer and Spencer alone...

Maybe...

You let your hand meet his face as you whispered, "I just want to live in this moment for a bit longer."

"Okay." He whispered back as if just a notch louder would have obliterated this trance.

...Or maybe it was that watching the light from the sky flicker out from the reflection of his eyes only to be replaced by the reflection of the city lights was a better way of escaping the cruelties the world brought you than trapping your eyes in your small flame against your hand as a bigger one burned above you as if to say, "You'll never escape."

Knowing if you ever were going to escape was a problem for a different time. Right now it was just you and Spencer.

A stranger, yet a companion.

Someone who shared this special place with you.