You had only been with the BAU for a few weeks now, but you could already tell that one of the members of the team wasn't warming up to you and wouldn't be anytime soon. Penelope had welcomed you with open arms and Rossi with a kiss on the cheek, but Spencer Reid wouldn't even shake your hand. Yeah, him and handshakes and germs and all that, but more than a closed-mouth smile would have been nice. It would have been even nicer if he didn't leave the room right after your introduction while everyone else hung around to chat.

Morgan filled you in on the Prentiss situation and you understood how hard it could be to lose a team member. You've spent your fair share of time in the field and have lost more team members than you'd like to admit to yourself, but unfortunately that just comes with job. You just have to learn to accept that even though the bad stuff is absolutely horrible, the good that you and your team are doing outweighs it tenfold. To you, it didn't seem like Reid had accepted this fact yet and losing Emily was just too much for him and he seemed to be taking it out on you.

The team had just finished up a case in Florida and were all buckled into the jet for take off. Almost instantly, Derek an JJ passed out with their headphones on while Rossi and Hotch shared a drink at the front of the aircraft. That left you and Spencer in the back, you stretched out on the couch and him opposite you sitting with his feet up and a book in hand. After trying to will yourself to sleep for almost half the flight you pulled out a book that you always keep in your go bag and tried to get comfortable.

After only a few pages, you could feel eyes on you. You look up to see Spencer glancing at you through the corner of his eye only to avert his gaze when he sees you notice him. Maybe now's your chance.

"Hey, Spencer," you say just above a whisper, not to disturb the others.

"What's up, Y/N?" he replies In a low voice without looking up from the pages of his book.

"Whatcha reading?" Spencer doesn't say a word, just shows you the cover of the book with a tight smile. It was in french.

"Hate to break it to you, Reid, but not all of us are linguistic geniuses," you say with a light chuckle at the end.

"Oh, my bad," he mumbles, obviously distracted by the book and not willing to divert his attention to the conversation you were painstakingly trying to start.

"Yeah, okay, whatever. Carry on then. Don't mind me," you mumble under your breath.

Reid finally looks up from his book and stares you dead in the eye. "There's no reason to be rude, Y/N," he states firmly.

You scoff. "Me? Rude? You're calling me rude?" you whisper yell as you sit up on the couch to face the man-child across from you head on.

"Yeah, I am," he responds as he lifts his feet off the chair and places them flat on the ground to square up to you.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Easygoing. We can't all be as cheery and welcoming as you."

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

"Reid, you know exactly what it means. Ever since I joined this team, you've been avoiding me. Do you even want me here?"

"No, I-"

"Please buckle your seatbelts as we prepare to land," the captain interrupts him. You get up to move to a better seat so you can buckle up. And to avoid Spencer.

"Wait, Y/N, I didn't-"

Now it was your turn to cut him off. "No, Spence, I get it. Just leave it," you throw over your shoulder as you slid into the seat next to JJ accidently nudging her a bit.

"Sorry," you whisper to her as she rubs her eyes open with a hand. Morgan is still passed out across from you. "We're landing."

JJ looks around the plane, taking count of the rest of the team, but spending an extra second on Spencer. "What's up with Reid?" she asks when she notices him staring at the back of your head with his eyebrows furrowed and a slightly defeated look on his face.

"Don't ask me. He's been a grump since we took off," you threw out a lazy excuse not wanting to get into it. At this point, you've just decided to accept the fact that you and Spencer will never be more than colleagues, not even really friends. And, you know what, that's fine. He's going through a hard time and who were you to judge him and how he processes his grief. You know you would want to be treated with the same respect if you were in a similar position. You could survive with not being everyone's new best friend.

You finally landed and came to a stop and everyone started to unload. Rossi reached over and gave Morgan a little smack to the side of head making him jump awake. You and JJ snickered at their antics and you leaned over to give his head a smooch where Dave assaulted him.

"Thanks, kiddo," Morgan winked at you, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back.

"Anytime, babe," you flirted back like you always do, JJ laughing behind you. You hear a grunt and then get shoulder checked, pushing you into Morgan. You look up and see Reid shoving his way down the aisle, being the first one off the jet. You roll your eyes, more confused by his behavior than anything. As you make your way towards the front of the plane to leave, Hotch grabs your attention, asking you to hang back.

"Is everything okay between you and Reid?" he questions once you're the only two left on board.

"Yeah. Wait, no. I mean, I thinks so?" but you really have no idea. It seems like he goes through these mood swings, but maintains a general disdain for you. "I'm trying to be friendly, but not be too pushy about things because I know he's having a difficult time with losing Emily. I just don't understand why he's being so cold to me. It's almost like he's going out of his way to be rude to me."

"Honestly, you're doing everything right," Hotch reassures. "Just give him some time. He'll come around," he advises with a soft smile.

"Thanks, Hotch. I needed to hear that," you say as you pick up your bag and head off the jet with Aaron trailing behind you.

"Get some rest, Y/N. Have a good weekend and I'll see you Monday."

"You too. Take it easy!"

The two of you part ways and head to your car. You hit the unlock button on your car keys and see a mop of hair bounce above the top on the other side of the vehicle.

"Hello?" you announce, reaching for the gun on your hip. You never know.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's just me," Reid explains as he comes around to the back of the car where you can see him with his hands up by his head, his bag hanging at his side.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me. Ya know, with what we do for a living you think you'd know better than to hide behind the car of an FBI agent."

"Yeah, I know I wasn't thinking."

"No duh," you remark and then fall into an awkward silence. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to be so rude."

"Y/N, I want to apologize. I-"

You interrupt him once more, "No Spencer, really you don't have to. I understand you're going through a lot and I respect your boundaries. If you don't want to be friends I get it, but-"

Now it was Spencer's turn to interrupt you, "I do want to be friends."

You look at him confused and honestly a little shocked. "Really? Because I wasn't getting that vibe," you chuckle and cock your head at him curiously.

He lets out a breathy laugh and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I really am sorry. It's just, I don't know how to put this. It's just Emily's gone all of the sudden and you come in all cheery and ready for action and you just didn't seem to get it. And it was like the rest of the team was on the same page as you. It's like I'm the only one who still cares that Emily's gone. You made such fast friends with the team and you fit in so well it's like they forgot about her. By any means, it's not your fault, and I know that, but it's so hard to accept, you know? That would mean she's really not coming back."

"I know, Spencer."

"You know?" he looks up from his hands, finally making eye contact with you.

"Of course I know. You're not the only one who's lost a team member before. More importantly, lost a close friend. I know it takes time and I know it's so incredibly hard and I know everyone handles grief differently. I know, Spencer," you gently smile at him.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Anytime. I might not have known Emily, but I'm always here to talk. Honestly, it might be good to talk to someone who's a bit removed from the situation."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Spencer agrees with you. "Well, it's been a long day, I better let you go."

You nod, "Yeah, I can't wait to crawl into bed. I hope it misses me as much as I miss it. Have a good weekend, Spence." You pop the trunk of your car and throw your bag in as he starts walking towards his own car across the lot.

"Hey, Y/N?" You shut the trunk and turn to see that Spencer has stopped a couple cars down from you.

"Yeah?" you ask.

"If you're not busy tomorrow, maybe we could get coffee and do some talking?"

"It's a date," you respond as you shoot him a wink.

"Oh-um, no not-"

You cut him off for the last time that night, "I'm just messing with you, Spence. I'll see you tomorrow!" You wave over your shoulder as you scoot into the driver seat of your car. Looks like you've made a new friend.