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Dr. Spencer Reid walked into the BAU on his cell phone, texting and smiling to himself. Derek Morgan, the first to notice, walked over with his own smile and asked laughing, "Hey pretty boy, are you texting?"
"Yeah, this girl I met today taught me how! It's so cool!"
"Haha. So you met a girl? Is she as big a dork as you?"
"Actually her IQ matches mine, she can memorize just about anything and can read 25,000 words a minute! And...." Morgan cut him off.
"Ok, ok. So you found someone to talk abotu your genius stuff with. That's cool." Spencer smiled again and went on texting.
Angela Taylor was the girl's name. Spencer met her at the library that morning. She had just finished reading five profiling books, including David Rossi's, noticed Spencer and shyly asked to talk to him about his profession. She said she was going to be a profiler herself, and she asked Spencer for tips and advice. Spencer just hoped he was around long enough to be on the team wit her. When she asked, "Can I text you later?" Spencer knew what she meant, just didn't know how. Some genius he proved to be. So she taught him, they exchanged numbers, and he couldn't stop talking to her.
Her last text said, "I gotta go, I'm at work now." So he said goodbye and went to working on his reports for his supervisor, Hotch.
As he worked, he heard somewhere in the room a girl ask for Aaron Hotchner's office, but he didn't bother looking up until he heard, "Agent Hotchner? I'm your new profiler SSA, Angela Taylor."
"Yeah, this girl I met today taught me how! It's so cool!"
"Haha. So you met a girl? Is she as big a dork as you?"
"Actually her IQ matches mine, she can memorize just about anything and can read 25,000 words a minute! And...." Morgan cut him off.
"Ok, ok. So you found someone to talk abotu your genius stuff with. That's cool." Spencer smiled again and went on texting.
Angela Taylor was the girl's name. Spencer met her at the library that morning. She had just finished reading five profiling books, including David Rossi's, noticed Spencer and shyly asked to talk to him about his profession. She said she was going to be a profiler herself, and she asked Spencer for tips and advice. Spencer just hoped he was around long enough to be on the team wit her. When she asked, "Can I text you later?" Spencer knew what she meant, just didn't know how. Some genius he proved to be. So she taught him, they exchanged numbers, and he couldn't stop talking to her.
Her last text said, "I gotta go, I'm at work now." So he said goodbye and went to working on his reports for his supervisor, Hotch.
As he worked, he heard somewhere in the room a girl ask for Aaron Hotchner's office, but he didn't bother looking up until he heard, "Agent Hotchner? I'm your new profiler SSA, Angela Taylor."
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Mistletoe Mishaps - Spencer Reid X Reader
“Morgan, I swear to what god is left I will kill you. Stand down.”
You held your hands out, shielding yourself from the deadly weapon Derek held in his hands. It was the most terrifying thing you had witnessed in all of your years in the BAU… Mistletoe. He held it out above his head as Garcia cackled loudly, her phone in her hand.
Of course she’d record your misery.
“What’s the matter, BatGirl? Can’t handle the love?” Morgan teases, stepping forward again.
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“What?” He replied, shifting slightly under Morgan’s scrutinising gaze.
“What is that?” Derek asked, pointing his index finger towards his colleague’s neck.
Spencer raised his eyebrows. “What’s what?”
“That.” Reaching out, Morgan pulled Spencer’s collar down slightly to reveal a pink lipstick mark on the base of his neck.
Frowning, Spencer pulled his phone out of his pocket and used it to check his reflection. Quickly spotting the o
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Dont know how long this will be, but i thought it up this morning, started jotting it down, and here's part one! haha. Enjoy, criminal minds fans. :]
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