Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Nine •

"Okay, I'll try not to take too long, but make yourself at home... like you usually do." You smiled and ran to your bathroom, shutting the door behind you. No time for music today.

When Spencer was certain the water was running, and could hear your humming, he picked up his phone to dial a number. He brought the phone up to his ear, letting it ring a few times before the person on the other side answered it.

"Bennington Sanitarium, how may I direct your call?" A sweet voice on the other end spoke.
"Uh, hi, it's Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm calling to see if I can talk to my mother for a bit?" He didn't have to specify who his mother was, everyone at the institution knew him.

"Oh, Dr. Reid! Happy birthday!" Everyone knew him. "Of course, let me check. Please hold." 

A few moments of silence passed. Then, "Okay, transferring you now."

"Spencer?"
"Mom, hi."
"Oh, how are you? Are you staying safe?"
"Y-yeah, I'm staying safe." Spencer took a seat on Y/N's couch. "How are you?" He asked. It was less of a pleasantry and more of a genuine question.

Spencer's mom went on to explain how bad her memory loss is getting to how paranoid she is. Spencer was about to explain an idea he had to his mom, but stopped short in his tracks when he heard the water shut off.

"That was fast." Spencer thought. A few moments later he heard your bare feet scurry across the hall to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

Remembering he just started something great, and – as much as he loved his mom – he didn't want to scare you away with what he was thinking.

"Why are you calling, Spencer? Is everything okay?" His mom's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, uh, I was just calling to check up on you. I'm glad your tremors have stopped, but you should talk to Dr. Norman about which cholinesterase inhibitors you're taking."
"Okay. I have to go, sweetheart, I'm reading Wordsworth to my poetry group in a few minutes. I love you, Spencer."
"I love you too, mom. Hopefully I can be out there soon and see you again."

Spencer wasn't offended his mom didn't remember his birthday, it was something he'd learned to cope with. He knew she cared about him and loved him to the moon and back, but she could only show it to the best of her ability.

Spencer sank into the couch, resting his face in the palms of his hands, completely spacing out.

"Hey, you okay?" Spencer looked up from his hands to see you dressed more gorgeous than he'd ever seen before, although you were always gorgeous in his eyes.

You wore a long sleeve black turtleneck tucked into a high-waisted brown pelmet skirt that ended right at the middle of your thighs. A thin necklace with a heart pendant sat on your chest. You wore the shoes you'd shown him so many times that you loved to wear on the weekends when you guys didn't have to work: your chunky Mary Janes, along with a pair of muted red, orange, yellow, and white-striped calf-high socks. A large grid-patterned grey overcoat was hung over your arm, and a small, fancy black backpack slung over the opposite shoulder.

"Wow, you look gorgeous." Spencer stood and walked closer to you. You held onto his biceps as he placed his hands on your waist. Your cheeks heated up as you pushed your round glasses further up your nose, bringing your hand back to its previous position. "Thanks." You reply with a smile lacing your voice.

Quickly, your expression changes back to concern, asking again, "Spencer?" His eyes that were trailing down your body quickly shot back up to your face. "Hm?"
"Are you okay?"
"Wha- oh yeah, I'm fine. I was just talking to my mom."