This could have easily been two chapters but I'm currently procrastinating studying for yet another physics exam so, you're welcome

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"Why is Spencer playing baseball?" You asked Morgan as you walked up to field, crossing your arms. Spencer shrugged and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple.

"Listen, I know the good doctor is deceptively athletic," Derek replied, sipping his water.

"He is in bed," you teased, making Derek choke on his water and Spencer tighten his hold on you.

"Y/N!" Spencer groaned.

"It was too good to pass up. I'm sorry," you whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He was still blushing furiously, shaking his head.

"This is why I like her Reid," Derek said before handing him a baseball bat. "Now, stand at home base and swing. You do know where-."

"Yes, Morgan, I know where home base is," Spencer said, cutting Derek off.

"I'm sure you do, after what pretty girl told me, Derek teased, slinging his arm around your shoulder. Spencer flushed again, moving to the home plate. You grinned and shook your head, punching Derek lightly. He ruffled your hair before you walked to the dugout, sitting and watching the duo practice.

Twenty minutes later, you heard yelling. You looked up from the book you were reading, Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis, to see Spencer's arms in the air. "I feel like an idiot," he cried out loud, becoming frustrated while Derek tried to teach him how to play baseball.**

"You're my idiot," you cheered, making him blush. Derek laughed and threw a baseball at you, making you duck.

"Hey!" You shrieked, picking up the ball and hurling it back at him. The ball hit Derek in the gut making him fall forward. "Don't interrupt my reading," you scolded, putting a bookmark in your book to save your place.

"How hard do you throw woman!" Derek asked, holding his side.

"I may have played fast pitch in high school," you said, walking onto the field, shrugging. Derek eyed you carefully as you frowned. "Did that really hurt? I'm sorry." He shook his head, laughing.

"Dear god, you're good at everything," Spencer whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you against him. You yelped lightly, watching Derek's eyes light up at the sight of you two.

"Why don't you show lover boy here how to hit a ball," Derek suggested. You nodded and turned in Spencer's arms.

"Remember when you taught me how to shoot a gun?" You asked softly. Spencer nodded. "How about I teach you to hit a baseball. And you give me kisses in return?"

"I'd give you kisses anyway."

"Don't be so desperate," you teased, pulling him to home plate. "Ok so stand at the plate," you ordered. Spencer stood there, looking at you in annoyance. "At least pretend like you don't hate this," you muttered. He sighed and picked up the bat, flashing you a smile. You fixed his position, laughing at his terrible posture.

"No amount of manipulation will get my spine to be straight."

"Oh, I'm aware. Nor would I ever dream of changing it, it's one of my favorite things about you," you whispered, kissing him gently.

"Hey! That's not coaching!" Derek yelled from the mound. You flipped him off, kissing Spencer harder. Spencer blushed, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.

"He's not wrong," Spencer muttered, kissing you again. You giggled and pulled away, reaching for the bat in his hands.

"Ok put your hands here and here," you said, pointing. "Keep your eyes on the ball. When it's about 7 feet away, start swinging."

"7?"

"Forget I said a number. I'll tell you when to swing, ok?"

"Mhm. Kiss for good luck?" He asked with a smile. You bit your lip, leaning up and kissing him quickly.

You signaled Morgan to pitch, watching Spencer swing and miss. He looked at you with a frown.

"You get 3 tries baby. It's ok," you said reassuringly, watching as he swung again, this time hitting the ball. You grinned and wrapped your arms around him. "You did it!"

"I did," he whispered, his arm holding your waist securely.

"Alright little mama, you have to come to the actual game tomorrow. Cheer on your genius," Derek said, jogging up to you. You nodded, resting your head against Spencer's chest. Derek grinned and walked away, but not before punching Spencer's arm jokingly. Spencer feigned hurt, waiting until Derek had left to kiss you again.

"You don't have to come tomorrow."

"Oh I'll be here handsome. And, if you hit a home run tomorrow, I'll let you hit a home run at home too," you muttered, going to get your bag from the dugout.

Spencer watched you, blinking rapidly. You returned a minute later, holding your hand out for him. "Ho-home?" He stuttered, making you smile.

"Yeah, you need to rest up before the big game."

The next day you put on a white tank top and a jean skirt, pulling up to the field with a grin, holding a giant cardboard cutout of Spencer's face. He saw you and shook his head. Derek watched you, laughing loudly and ruffling Spencer's hair, whispering something in his ear.

Spencer, meanwhile, was grinning like a kid on Christmas. Derek slung his arm around his shoulder. "Your biggest fan is kinda cute," he teased.

"Morgan!" Spencer protested.

"It's good that she's got that ring on her finger. Or else, she'd be fair game."

"How'd you know?"

"The ring as a necklace? Oldest trick in the book. Your secret's safe with me, don't worry."

"We're going to tell everyone tonight at the bar," Spencer said quietly. Derek smiled, ruffling his hair again.

In the last inning, you watched Spencer walk up to the plate. You heard an egotistical man-baby from the pitchers mound say something along the lines of "this guy can't hit, bring it in," which made you go red with anger. You watched Morgan run to Spencer.

"Listen kid, you've got this."

"I really really don't."

"Don't think, just do."

"Ok ok, I'll try. Although scientifically, doing without thinking relies solely on the autonomic nervous system, which would probably activate my fight or flight. That would cause me to run away from the oncoming ball, which is exactly opposite of what you want me to do," Spencer rambled. Morgan rolled his eyes.

"If you could just hit a home run, I'm sure both Y/N and me would be ecstatic," Morgan added, jogging away.

"Morgan!" Spencer muttered laughing under his breath as he walked towards the home plate, lifting up the bat. Spencer struck out twice. Before the last swing, he turned and met your eyes. You gave him an encouraging smile, waving the cutout in your hands. He smirked and turned, hitting the ball and running all the bases. You stood up and cheered at the top of your lungs, waiting for him to get off the field.

As soon as he did, he made a beeline straight for you, lifting you in his arms. "Hi princess."

"Spencer Reid, I'm so proud of you," you whispered, kissing him softly. He smiled against your lips, pulling away and spinning you in his arms again.

"I knew you could do it man," Derek said, clapping Spencer on the shoulder. You grinned, attacking Derek with a hug. "Reid, I'm not kidding, you're lucky she's got a ring on it," Derek teased. You punched him, shaking your head.

"Unfortunately, I have a thing for guys with terrible posture and IQ's of 187," you joked, making Spencer laugh.

"Alright, enough flirting with my fiancé," Spencer muttered. "Didn't you promise drinks if we won?"

Derek groaned and nodded. "I didn't realize that encouraging you would make me lose money," he joked, slinging his arm around Penelope as he walked to his car. You shook your head at his antics, leaning into Spencer's arms.

"I love you Spence," you said gently. Spencer smiled, lacing his fingers with yours.

"I love you more pretty girl," he replied kissing your hand before pulling you in the direction of the car.

Within twenty minutes, the entire BAU team was huddled in David Rossi's favorite bar, with Penelope passing everyone a colorful glass. You shook your head, not being a fan of alcohol. Spencer also declined, knowing how he got when he drank.

"To our resident genius, who proved those secret service buffoons wrong!" Garcia said, raising her glad. Everyone followed, you and Spencer raising your sodas.

"Thank god he did. At one point I thought Y/N was going to tackle one of them," Rossi said with a grin. You shook your head, laughing.

"I had to hold her down. She looked like she'd rip the pitcher's head off," JJ added, pointing at you with a smile.

"Hey! No one underestimates Spencer," you argued. Spencer smiled at you, kissing your forehead as his hand rested on your inner thigh, tracing patters on the bare skin. You shivered, leaning against his side. Spencer continued his conversation with Penelope nonchalantly as his fingers traveled upwards, moving your underwear to the side. You bit your lip, taking a sip of your soda.

Spencer looked down at you, his pupils fully dilated as you tried not to squirm under his touch. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "What was that about not underestimating me?"

"No one should," you said breathlessly, feeling an immense amount of buildup between your legs. As soon as Penelope got up to get another drink, you jerked forward, Spencer's fingers ramming into you. "Spence, please," you whispered, holding your face in your hands, trying not to scream. He grinned and sped up, relaxing as he felt you release.

You sighed, leaning against Spencer as you crossed your legs. "That has to be the hottest thing you've ever done," you muttered.

"I aim to please," he whispered, meeting your lips for a quick kiss. "Everyone! I have some news," he said, pulling you to your feet and to the center of the room. You still felt dizzy after the last few minutes, clinging onto him tightly, rubbing your eyes.

"Don't tell me I'm going to be a godmother," Penelope said, making you laugh and shake your head.

"One step at a time PG. Spencer and I are engaged!" You said smiling up at him, showing everyone the beautiful ring he had gotten you.. He grinned and kissed your cheek, rubbing your back gently.

"Finally!" Penelope screamed and hugged you. You laughed, releasing her and smiling. "I love this ring! Good choice 187."

"My mom picked it out," Spencer said plainly.

"This is what she told you to hurry up about last Christmas, isn't it?" you asked as Hotch gave you a hug.

"Guilty," Spencer said with a smile.

"Garcia's right, I can't believe it took you so long. How long have you been waiting to do this Reid?" Rossi asked, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Honestly? Since our first official date," Spencer said, making tears well in your eyes. "Ignore the crying," he muttered, wiping away a rogue tear on your left cheek. Everyone, including you, laughed.

"Always making the pretty girl cry," Derek teased, pulling him into a hug. He released Spencer and hugged you. "Thank you," he whispered in your ear.

"For what?" You asked, pulling away.

"For making our resident genius happy," Derek replied, kissing your hand softly. "He needed you, he needed someone to be his home."

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Happy reid >>>>