Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Nine •

You realized Spencer had never really talked about his mom before. You really knew nothing about her other than the fact that she was mentally ill in some form and that her name was Diana.

"Is she alright?" You ask looking up at Spencer.
"Oh, yeah I just wanted to talk to her on my birthday, y'know?" Spencer gave a halfhearted smile.

You ruffled his hair as you walked by him saying, "Well, I'm sure she was happy to hear from you." Spencer gave you an apathetic chuckle as you went to grab your keys and phone from the basket by your door.

Right as you were about to open the door to leave, you looked back to see Spencer still standing where you'd left him, deep in thought.

"Ready?" You broke his silence.
"Hm? Oh, Yeah." Spencer's real smile seemed to finally return to his face as he followed you out of your apartment, to the elevator, and out of the building to your car.

"It's a bit of a drive, like forty-five minutes maybe? Thirty if we're lucky. Is there any music you wanna play?" You asked as you got into the driver's seat.

Over the course of the last couple of months, you'd helped Spencer expand his music horizon from just classical.

"I really liked the first playlist you let me listen to. The one on the jet ride back from that stalker case?"

You, not having the same eidetic memory as the genius beside you, furrowed your brow trying to remember. "It was the playlist with I Shall Be Released by Bob Dylan, but the Nina Simone version, and then the rest of the jet ride, we listened to the rest of the playlist. I liked that one."

"Oh yeah!" You suddenly remembered that night on the jet. How could you forget it?

Your phone automatically hooked up to the car's speakers and you put the playlist on shuffle. Why Is It So Hard by Charles Bradley began to fill your ears as you backed out of the parking garage.

You and Spencer sat in serene silence, occasionally talking about everyday things, as you drove and listened to your playlist.

Turns out, you guys got lucky and the drive only took about half an hour. You got extra lucky that there was a parking spot open right across from the building. You parked, shut off the music, and told Spencer to "Wait there."

You reached back and took your backpack and coat out from the backseat then got out of the car, shutting the driver's side door behind you. Spencer watched as you scurried in front of the car and over to his side to open his door for him.

Spencer chuckled as you jokingly bowed and held your hand out for him, saying in a laughably fancy voice, "My liege."

Spencer unbuckled himself and clapped his hand in yours. Matching your faux fancy voice, he replied with, "My lady."

 You helped lift the tall genius out of the car onto the side walk, keeping your hands clasped together as you walked across the street and up the steps of the Renwick Gallery.

Although from the outside the museum seemed small, upon entering the threshold, it was anything but.

After going through security you landed in a large lobby bustling with people all around. A long gift shop sat at the far left side with multiple exits and entrances. Information desks with stacks of brochures were scattered across the entirety of the lobby.

To one side of you, a small family walked in silence to one of the information desks. The child of the family was a teenager who's eyes were glued to their phone. The two dads tried their hardest to engage the kid in different exhibits they could see based off the brochure, but the teen completely disregarded them.