Spencer is a man of his word and held your coffee "date" that Saturday after you got home from the Florida case. Surprisingly, he opened up to you rather quickly, talking about how he struggled with Emily's death. He even mentioned how he thought about leaving the BAU because he wouldn't know if he could cope with the possibility of losing another team member. You could really relate because that's one of the reasons you ended up at the BAU yourself.

After losing a close friend in a case gone very wrong, your team suffered for a long time and you collectively decided to disband the team. You just weren't functioning like you used to and you were all hurting too much from the loss and failed case after failed case. When you made your move to Quantico, you decided it was going to be a fresh start. You understand how important a good team dynamic is to doing your best work so you put the past behind you and put your best foot forward. You didn't mean to lose your old team, but you were going to make the best of your new one.

You explained all this to Reid and he obviously took something from it, because the two of you became fast friends. You started to collaborate more efficiently on cases and it made a noticeable difference. Even Hotch took notice at first and would give you two the occasional encouraging nod. You and Spencer were always the first ones to the office and you would take turns treating each other to coffee. That extra thirty minutes each morning was exactly what you both needed to get ready for the day. You talked about anything and everything: his weekly crossword, the last playlist you made, how his mom is doing, your plans to visit your big brother in California. Every coffee you two shared brought you closer and closer.

It was another Friday of paperwork at the office as you were finishing up a case from the day before. The job is incredibly rewarding, but the paperwork is a bitch. Groaning and putting your head down on your desk you call it a day. Your eyes hurt almost as much as your brain does and you can't spend anymore time looking at a computer screen.

"You good, Y/N?" Spencer checks in on you, spinning around in his chair directly behind yours.

"Yeah, I'm calling it," you decide out loud, going to grab your purse. You stand up out of your chair and turn to Reid. "You hungry?"

"Ugh, I never thought you'd ask. I've been waiting for almost an hour."

"What do you mean waiting?" You look around the office for the first time in a while and realize you are the only ones left. You had your eyes glued to your screen for so long you didn't notice everyone leaving. "Well, shit. My bad. You didn't have to wait for me, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but I didn't want to leave you here all alone. That wouldn't be such a fun Friday now would it?" he laughs a bit at your expense.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's kick it, I'm starving."

"Thank god."

You and Spencer make your way out of the building and start heading in the direction of your favorite Italian spot that just so conveniently is located down the street from your apartment. When you first moved to Virginia that restaurant nearly killed you because you ate there so frequently and you quickly became a regular. As you a approached the door you turned to Spencer stopping him for a second.

"Hey, I'm pretty beat. Do you mind taking this to-go? I'm just down the street and have fridge full of beer with our names on them if you're in?"

"Uh, sure let's do it," Spencer responded with what seemed like a bit of hesitation.

"Don't worry, I don't bite," you winked at him and turned to finally head inside the restaurant. Spencer had never been to your apartment so you understood why he seemed hesitant, but you knew it wouldn't be a big deal. It would be just like your morning coffees together.

Your favorite hostess Carly was at the front of the house and recognized you immediately. "Y/N! I missed you, girl! Let me get you two a table," she said as she noticed the man at your side, giving him a smile.

"Ah, sorry Carly, make it a to-go order tonight."

"Bummer. The usual?"

"Oh, you know me so well."

She turns to Spencer, "what can I get you, sweetheart?"

"Uh, I guess I'll take the usual, too," he responds.

"Perfect. Two usuals. I'll get that to the kitchen right now and I'll let them know their favorite customer is here."

"You're the best! Tell them to cook with extra love," you giggle at Carly as she walks away. You and Spencer take a seat by the door and talk about the case you came back from yesterday. You mostly let him ramble about the details not really paying attention. Spencer could tell, but he didn't call you on it, knowing you've had a long day. Before you knew it, Carly was headed your way with a big bag of food. You went to pull out your wallet, but Spencer beat you to it. Not one to turn down free food, you let him go ahead. You two turned to leave and you gave Carly a wave goodbye.

"Have a good night you crazy kids," she called after you with a smile.

"We'll try our best," you joked as you passed through the door. "Looks like someone's got a new crush," you tease Spencer.

"What?" he questions.

"Oh, come on. You're a profiler for the FBI and you're telling me you didn't see the way Carly was looking at you?"

"Guess not."

"Whatever you say, bud. And thanks for dinner by the way, you didn't have to do that."

"You've got the beer so I can get the food," he smiles at you.

"Works for me," you smile back as you turn into the entrance of your apartment building, heading up the stairs to your place. You unlock and push open your front door, Spencer following you in. You make a beeline for the kitchen putting your bag down and grabbing a couple beers out of the fridge and two forks out of a drawer. Back in the living room, you find Spencer standing awkwardly by the couch with the bag of food in his hand and his man bag still across his body.

"Make yourself at home," you order as you kick your heels of and plop down on the couch. He places the food on the coffee table in front of you and his bag on the floor next to the couch, peeling his own shoes off. You flick on the TV to something random, focusing on the bag of food and pulling out two boxes each. You hand Reid a fork as you open your first box, pulling out a piece of garlic bread. You pop open the second container and dig into the mound of pasta. That's when you notice the staring. You turn Your head and see Spencer staring at you with an unopened beer in one hand and a fork in the other.

"What?" you ask with a mouth full of noodles.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. I think we have enough garlic bread here to feed the whole team! This is your usual?"

"Yeah, what about it? Do you not like garlic bread?"

"Well, of course I like garlic bread, I'm not a monster. This is just an absurd amount."

"No such thing! I will not have you speaking such slanderous words in my own home. Now shut up and eat or leave."

"Yes, ma'am" Reid finally tucks his head down and digs in almost as ferociously as you. After a few minutes of silent eating, he turns to you and whispers, "I'm so sorry. This is the perfect amount of garlic bread. How have you been keeping this from me?"

"You never asked," you laugh at his realization. You finally put your fork down for the first time since you started and grabbed your beer. "Fuck," you say under your breath when you realize you forgot to grab a bottle opener from the kitchen. You stand up to go grab one when Spencer interrupts you.

"Wait, I got you," he digs into his front pocket and pulls out his keys holding them up. You sit back down in your spot an hold the bottle out to your new hero. Instead of taking the bottle from you, he wraps his hand around your own, holding the bottle steady as he pops the cap off in one swift motion with his house key. He lets go, popping the cap off his own beer while you just stare at the one in your hand. Why was that one of the hottest things you've ever seen? And how did it come from little Spencer Reid?

You snap out of it and take a long pull of your favorite pilsner trying to process what just happened. You mean, you guess you had a short-lived crush on Reid when you first joined the team, but that was quickly squashed when he was so cold to you right of the bat. You had forgotten about that little crush until now.

You notice Spencer has eaten nearly all his garlic bread and has made a big dent in his pasta. You put your beer down and get back to working on you own food, tucking your feet under you. Spencer closes up his take-out box and pushes it towards the center of the coffee table, picking up his own beer and propping his feet up to leaning back. You let out a little giggle when you notice his colorful striped socks.

"What?" he lets out his own little laugh in your direction. You look up at him where he's holding the mouth of the beer up to his lips with a soft smile on his face.

"Cute socks, Doctor," you tease him. A bit of a blush rises on his cheeks at the compliment as he takes a sip of his beer. You put your own food down, calling it quits and snuggle into the couch, getting a smidge closer to Reid. Unintentionally, of course.

"Hey, Reid? Can you hand me that blanket?" you ask him for the throw you keep on the back of you couch. He hands it over to you and stands up.

"Beer?" he offers as he heads towards your kitchen.

"Yeah, grab me one. Top shelf of the fridge," you quickly finish off your first one. Spencer walks back in and settles back into the couch. He holds both bottles by the neck in one hand, picking up his keys and popping the two tops off in succession. Why does he keep doing that? How is it even hotter the second time around?

"Where'd you learn to do that?" you ask as he hands you one of the beers.

"Do what?" he questions.

"The key thing. With the bottle caps."

"Oh, just something Morgan taught me one night at Rossi's. He said it'd help me 'with the ladies'," he let out a dry laugh and took a sip, wrapping his lips around the top and swallowing as you watched the process intently.

"Well, he wasn't wrong," you admit.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asks, a bit perplexed, looking at you with a small smile.

"Derek was right. That shit was hot. Especially when you were holding the two bottles in one hand. That really did it for me."

"Wow, okay. You mean what I was doing literally just a second ago? That's what does it for women?"

"I mean, I can't speak for all women, but yeah." You obviously aren't shy when it comes to Spencer, but what did you want to come out of this conversation? Ideally, he'd grab you by the face and kiss you like there was no tomorrow, but you know shy Spencer would never. A girl could dream.

"Y/N," Reid whispers as he leans towards you. Oh my god it's happening. This was not your intention, but its fucking happening. He pulls the untouched beer out of your hand and places both of them on the coffee table next to the empties. He continues to lean as he places his hand in the spot where your neck meets your jaw, tracing his thumb along your chin and staring directly at your lips. You quickly lick your lips as his part open and you both close your eyes. After what seems like forever, your lips meet and damn. This boy can kiss.

Things heated up quickly as he put his other hand on your waist and you reached over and threaded both your hands through his hair. Spencer leaned you back on the couch, hovering over you as things intensified. Trying to get more comfortable, you push your legs out a bit too hard and knock something off the coffee table beside you making it audibly crash to the floor and causing Spencer to pull away

"Fuck," you curse, refusing to open your eyes and admit that the moment is over.

"Y/N, don't hate me," Spencer says with a worried look on his face.

"What? Spencer, why would I hate you, I-"

"Y/N, stop. Just look at the floor. I'm so so sorry."

You turn your head with apprehension, not knowing what to expect.

"My fucking garlic bread," you whisper and try to push him off of you. He retaliates by pinning your arms down by your head as you thrash under him.

"Y/N! Y/N! Calm down, I'll go get you more right now if you want me to. I didn't mean for this to happen!" he raises his voice, trying his hardest not to laugh.

You pout and let out a breath. "No, it's fine. I'll take an IOU."

"Thank, fuck. I really didn't want to go back to the restaurant right now," he says as he finally releases you. You situate yourselves on the couch, Spencer sitting with his feet up on the table once again and you with your feet on his lap. He throws the blanket over the two you and hands you your beer, grabbing his own as well.

"Oh, I know exactly how you can make it up to me," you offer mischievously.

"And how's that?"

"Spencer Reid, you are going to take me out on a proper date."

"I am?"

"You are," you smile at him as he grins back. You can't wait.