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hear me out, spencer comforts paranoid reader!!! RAAUAHAHAH, like, imagine a case where the unsub makes the reader uncomfortable and it just sticks to reader and they call spencer and spenver is all like "you okay? i'm on my way, i dont care if i have paperwork to do, you're my priority." and stuff liek that HEUEHEUEHDH 😛😛

PRIORITIES — /S.REID/

SUMMARY: after returning home from a disturbing case, and from a creepy unsub, you can't help but be paranoid. You call your boyfriend to find comfort.

spencer x fem!bau!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ co-workers to lovers

WARNINGS: Creepy unsub, mentions of explicit photos of the unsub's victims, mentions of death, short fic

WC: 720+

You and the team recently landed, coming from a disturbing case, in which you had to interview the UnSub and ask where he was holding his victims captive.

The UnSub kept complimenting you in weird ways and kept telling you how good you smelt or how pretty you were and that you were too pretty to be in the FBI. This of course gives you the creeps, but as soon as Garcia's findings led you to the place where the victims were held captive, you immediately left the interviewing room and head over to the scene.

The scene was horrible, three teenage girls, one was dead, all dirty from the mud, blood stains all over their clothes and they were crying. Fresh tears poured from their eyes as they realized they have been saved. But what bothered you the most is the explicit pictures that the UnSub took of them.

They were just pinned on one side of the wall, but it all covered the wall behind, you couldn't count how many victims there were before them.

But now, here you are, in your apartment, standing near your bed. You were sent home by Hotch since he noticed that you were disturbed by the case.

You can't help but feel uncomfortable, and suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything. The sound of the wind tapping against your window makes you uncomfortable. Which makes you decide to call your boyfriend, Spencer.

You reach for your phone to dial his number, you then place your phone on your ear. It took a few seconds before you heard the faniliar voice. "Hello?"

"Spence, oh thank god." You sigh in relief as you plop down on your bed.

Spencer, now questioning why you called him, asks, "You.. okay? You sounded relieved when I picked up."

You chuckle in response, "Yeah, uhm, I'm just paranoid or delusional. Maybe both." Spencer could hear your smile in your voice, which also makes him smile.

"Why?" He inquires.

"Recent case just disturbed me. That's all."

Spencer paused for a few moments before speaking up again, "Do you want me to come over?"

"What? No, I just needed to hear your voice. Besides, don't you have paperwork?" You say as you sat up on your bed.

"Paperwork can wait, you're my priority." He states, the sound of his voice, and the way he said it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

Before you could say anything, he interrupts, "I'm on my way."

"Wait." You say too quickly before pausing and taking a deep breath. "Don't hang up. Please.."

"I wasn't going to." You could hear him chuckle through the phone, which makes you smile again.

A few minutes of small talk through the phone goes by, before you hear a knock on your apartment door. "I'm here." He says before hanging up, you then get on your feet quickly and walk to the door to open it, to reveal Spencer, who is holding a small paper bag of your favorite sweets.

"Hey, where'd you get these?" You smile as he gives you the bag before welcoming himself inside.

"I have a stash of it in the drawer of my desk." He pursed his lips as you mutter an 'I see'

"D'you wanna watch something or..?" Spencer looks at you as he pushes up the sleeves of his shirt.

"I.. I just wanna rest, is that okay with you?" You say as you set the small paper bag of sweets on the kitchen counter. He nods in response, before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He lets you guide him to your bedroom, you climb on your bed with him, he adjusts his position to look at you before he stretches one arm out to you, inviting you to a cuddle, which you accept.

Your arms slithered around his torso as one of his arms were around your neck to support you while the other one was around your waist, both of your legs tangled.

"I love you." He whispers to you before giving another kiss on your forehead.

You whisper back an "I love you too" before closing your eyes. You let go of all your troubles and focus on the warmth between you two, and eventually the tiredness would catch up to Spencer and he eventually falls into a slumber.

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[sugarydani]

— LITERALLY JUST SPENCER ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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PAST IS PAST (part II) — /S.Reid/ & /R. Chase/

SUMMARY: when your ex, Robert Chase, and House's team, is brought in to consult on a case, old feelings start to surface. Caught between Chase's flirting and Reid's quiet affection, you find yourself caught between a love triangle, and a choice that you have to make.

spencer x psych!bau!reader x chase ⸝⸝ fluff & slight angst ⸝⸝ co-workers to lovers

WARNINGS: reader has attachment and commitment issues! wow!!, house being sassy as always (i cant tell if i made him too sassy), past!ppth!reader x chase, present!psych!bau!reader x spencer. Wow house prefers reid!!! And yay!!! reader finally toughens up and finally chooses!

WC: 1.4k+

Chase stood near the board, his arms were crossed and his posture's relaxed. His presence pulled at something deep inside your chest.

On the opposite side of the room was Spencer, who was flipping through the autopsy report like it didn't burn to watch your past, Chase, linger so close to you now.

"Alright." You clasped your hands together as you stood up, "We need to connect these symptoms to something, there might be an environmental trigger to this so I'll go to Garcia and speak to her about pulling relevant data—"

"I can help." Chase offers, stepping away from the evidence board to go to you.

"I'll help her." Spencer cut in, too fast, and maybe too sharp. His voice snapped across the room.

Chase blinked in surprise, as House tilted his head "Oh, good. A territorial standoff." Foreman just clicked his tongue at House's remark.

"House, shut up." Foreman cut in, clearly tired from House's antics but he knew him. He wouldn't stop even after being told so, so he just gave up immediately.

"I-I mean she's asking for support from Garcia, it's only logical if I help her since I am her co-worker after all." Spencer said.

Chase just raised his hands in surrender, "Alright then, also for your information, I wasn't trying to step on toes."

"More like he steps on hearts." House said, which earns him a glare from Chase.

"House," Cameron warned. "Can you not?"

"I can always not, I just choose not to." House's gaze then flicked on you.

You sigh as you stood abruptly, "I'll work with Garcia, Spencer, I'll catch up with you later." It took a few seconds for Spencer to look at you (finally) and replying with an 'Okay' before he walks out.

Chase steps forward, his arms crossed and standing next to you. "So.. You and Reid?"

You chuckled as you grabbed all necessary files. "He's a colleague."

"You know that's not what I meant." Chase then looks at you, the others were just minding their own business but House stares at the two of you with interest. Knowing you probably won't have privacy with this man around, you accept your fate of him potentially using this as blackmail.

"Right." Your breath hitched.

"Listen, I'm not trying to undo anything." He added, he tried to explain but nothing came out of his mouth.

"Chase." you said quietly. "You did enough already." You turn your back against him and walk out of the briefing room to talk to Garcia.

Chase looked like he wanted to say more, but House butts in before he could. "You know, Chase, I always pegged you as smarter than this."

"What?" Chase turned to him.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm not judging. I’m just saying…" House’s voice dropped an octave, "sometimes people don’t realize how badly they needed something until someone else starts taking care of it better." He shrugged.

Chase raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No," House clicks his tongue before he continues "what I'm saying is that you didn't tell her to stay after she told you she was going to the FBI, nor did you contact her after that. That's an ass move by the way. Way to go Aussie."

"She was chasing her dreams?" Chase responded defensively.

"She was willing to find a solution to still have you." House rolled his eyes. "But oh well, past is past isn't it?"

After your online adventuring with Penelope, trying to figure out ways to find anyone who has had a science background you sat yourself at your desk at the bullpen. Without knowing Penelope was following you.

Penelope grabbed the nearest chair and sat next to you, you look at Penelope with confusion as she says, "You're doing it again."

You blinked at her, confusion still in your eyes, "Doing what?"

"Thinking so hard to the point you're practically giving yourself a stroke, maybe over two men."

you huffed a soft laugh, as you shifted yourself in a comfortable position in your chair. "I'm fine, Pen."

"No, you're not." She leans forward to you. "You're stuck between what was and what could be. And darling, I love you, which is why I cannot standby and watch you self-destruct!" she whispered loudly to you, her hands found its way to yours, holding your hands tightly.

You opened your mouth to protest before Penelope's hand let go of your hand and held it in front of your mouth. "I know what your deal is, hell it's so obvious! Chase is history. He's good, warm and has familiar history. And you?" She gives you a small smile before continuing, "Babe, I know you, you've never been one to choose safe."

You exhale softly, her words sinking deep into you as you listened. "And Spencer? He looks at you like he's reading a mystery that he doesn't want to finish, He waits for you. He always has."

"So, you think I should choose Spencer..?" Your eyes then landed on your cup of coffee before your eyes landed back to Penelope to speak. "I think I already knew who to pick. I just didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially Chase." She squeezes your hand before she opens her mouth to speak again.

"Loving someone isn't hurting someone. But not loving the right one back? That hurts everyone babe."

You look at Spencer at the kitchenette, who was preparing his coffee, Garcia gave you the 'Do it' and a thumbs up signal before you sighed and made your way to Spencer.

"Hey." You said, Spencer looked behind him, noticing you, before grabbing his cup of coffee. "I talked to Garcia."

"Any suspects yet?" He looks at you as he took a sio of his coffee.

"Uhm, not yet, but... That's not why I'm here." You pursed your lips before continuing, "Look, I'm sorry. About me and Chase. I'm sorry for not telling you."

"I didn't realize how much I was holding on to what Chase and I used to be. I told myself I could choose between you and him. But that's not fair. To you. I knew that, but.." you paused, he looks at you with a hint of hope in his eyes. "I was afraid of letting go. But now.."

"I realized that I should let go of what I used to have. And I don't wanna keep hesitating." you whispered as you continued, "Chase reminded me of who I was. But you.. You remind me of who I want to be.. I don't feel lost when I'm around you."

Spencer didn't say anything right away, he put his mug on the counter before speaking, "I've been falling, or I've fallen in love with you for a while now." He purses his lips before setting his hands in his pockets.

You smiled at Spencer, your voice thick with emotion "Took you long enough to say it."

"Why're you smiling at me like that?" He asks as your hand landed on his cheek.

"Nothing." You chuckle before he smiled back at you. You then decide to go back to your desk to tell Penelope everything.

Later, after an endless day filled stress, you lingered by the window in the briefing room, admiring the view of the city lights. Behind you, was House who leaned against the wall, with the support of his cane too, with a small satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

"Well," he drawled, "that's one less emotionally repressed genius wasting potential, you're welcome."

You looked at him with your eyebrow raised, "You had nothing to do with this." you chuckled as you joked around with him.

"Actually I inspired clarity with my fantastic insights. You're welcome again." He then gestured to the door. "Now, go. Your boy genius is probably somewhere trying to calculate the square root of his BPM" He says before he limps his way out with his cane. You roll your eyes as you head out, closing the door behind you and making your way to Spencer.

"Let's go, I'm tired." You sigh, before continuing, "You mind if I crash in your place for tonight? I don't feel like driving too far." You ask as you dig out your car keys from your pocket.

Spencer looks at you like he's never been in love before, before he agrees with a nod and he puts his hand on your shoulder.

Chase just looks at the two of you with a smile, with House beside him. "So, Aussie, what will you do now? Will you become a brooding mysterious man?" He looks at Chase.

Chase just rolls his eyes as he dug his hands inside his pockets, "Whatever, just as long she's happy, I'm alright. I'll move on eventually." House hummed at him before they walk out of the bullpen, to wait and take the elevator.

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[sugarydani]

— LITERALLY HOTCHNER

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THE LITTLE THINGS — /S.REID/

SUMMARY: In which someone starts to leave little notes, complimenting you and giving appreciation, you had no idea who this was until they gave themselves up.

spencer x gn!bau!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ coworkers to lovers

WARNINGS: n/a

WC: 760+

You're halfway into a grueling case in seattle, when you unzip your go bag on your motel bed, you find a piece of paper that was unfamiliar to you, it was folded in half. You reached in your bag to open it and read its contents.

"You were doing great today, you deserve to take a break." That's what was written on it, the handwriting was familiar to you, yet you couldn't seem to place a finger on it. You glanced around the room, before looking back at the paper. You guessed this was written before the jet flight to seattle, based on the fact that your go bag was in your motel room the whole time after you guys arrived.

The next day, a paper taped on the door of your motel room appeared, and something written on it. this time it wrote, "you did a great job at interviewing the witness, i know you're probably tired so please rest."

You grabbed the note, folded it neatly and tucked it in the pocket of your pants gently before opening the door, walking up to your bed and let yourself collapse on it, before you could let the darkness consume you, you vowed to catch the person who was giving you these notes.

The following days also blessed you a note, today was the 4th day in seattle and you were at the local police department with Spencer. Spencer noticed something was up as you kept fidgeting with a piece of paper. He opened his mouth before shutting it close, it took a few seconds before he opened his mouth again to speak.

"Are you okay?" he asks, brows furrowing, his brown eyes looking at you innocently as you continued to analyze the files that Penelope had faxed. You nod a little too quickly.

"Yep, just.. tired." You looked up from the file to look at him, flashing him a smile. You observed that he looked like he wanted to say more, but he doesn't. He goes back to analyzing the files. You've gotten used to him wanting to say more but not speaking anyway, you just assumed that he just restrained himself from rambling, though you enjoyed listening to him.

And when you guys returned from the tiring case in seattle, arriving at midnight, a note had popped up on your desk as you were getting ready to go home. "You smiled at me today. I had to pretend I was thinking of something. I'm probably currently looking busy with packing up, but please, approach me already. I can't keep it in forever." and suddenly, everything clicked, you tried to make sense of it but you couldn't.

You look around, it was just you two. Then you turned to Spencer, whose desk was right next to you, his ears were pink, he was trying to avoid your gaze. And suddenly you call out his name.

He flinched, he then proceeded to look at you immediately. He was sweating. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he cleared out his throat and opened his mouth again to speak.

"Hi..." And then followed by uncomfortable silence as you both stared at eachother.

"So it was you." You chuckled, "Why?"

Spencer looked like he was calculating if it was better for him to jump off of a window instead of giving the horrifyingly obvious note that revealed his identity.

"W-well— You looked stressed, and uh-uhm." He stumbles over his words before taking a deep breath. "I- I just thought you looked stressed than usual, and I didn't really know how to voice out my concerns so I just.. let the notes do it for me.." His voice slowly grew quiet, but loud enough to hear. "I-I'm sorry if you found it weird, I just.. I think I love you."

His forwardness took you by surprise, you chuckled before walking up to him, you take his hand into yours. "Don't be sorry," You whisper. "They were beautiful."

He blinks at you, his eyes widened at your statement before looking down, his hand squeezed yours, "I meant every word." He muttered. "Every single one."

You smiled at him, he blushed even more because your smile was driving him insane. "I know," you replied, your hand then reached for his face. "That's why I kept every single one of them."

You lean in and Spencer doesn't move away, in fact, he meets you half way like its instinct, your lips pressed against his. This whole time he was waiting for the moment you'd finally see his love for you.

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SMALL TALK — /A. HOTCHNER/

SUMMARY: In which Hotch is a regular in the cafe that you recently got a job on.

hotch x barista!gn!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ non-established relationship

WARNINGS: N/A

WC: 980+

You've just recently started your career as a barista in a cafe this week, you also noticed someone that was always rushing in, he had a mysterious aura to him, his name was Hotch, or atleast that's what he told you.

He always showed up around 8:30 in the morning, he had always rushed in and always ordered black coffee. You've seen him three times in a row this week now.

Today was no different, you hear the jingle of the door chime and you looked up from your phone, it was Hotch, fourth encounter yet always in a hurry. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't attracted to him in some sort of way.

"The usual." He says, looking around before reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

"Coming right up." You smile as you grab a cup and do your thing. After you were done, you wrote his name with small hearts right next to his name, like you usually do.

You set the cup on the counter as he gives the money to you before grabbing the coffee cup and walking out. You glance at his back as he leaves, you feel something but you can't place your finger on it so you just shrug off the feeling and go about your day.

He's always been so mysterious looking so you decide to initiate small talk with him the next time you encounter.

The next day, here he was again, ordering black coffee. Before you could give him the cup of coffe you asked, "Do you always have rough mornings?" You set the coffee on the counter.

"Excuse me?" He looked at you with an eyebrow raised, you didn't mean to sound rude.

You flinched at the sound of his voice, "Sorry, it was just.. You always rush in so I just assumed, you don't have to answer my question." Your hands fidget with eachother as you talked.

He hummed as you gave him his coffee, he then stared at you before opening his mouth. "It's just work." He answers.

You let out an 'oh' before chuckling, "I see.. See you tomorrow then?"

"We'll see."

But he doesn't show up. Nor does he show up the next next day. It made you worry but who were you to feel like that? You were just a barista and he was just a regular. You just shrugged the looming feeling off.

He appears again suddenly, your head looked up at the familiar voice that was asking for the usual, he was in front of you.

"Hey you, why'd you suddenly disappear?" You initiate small talk with a smile as you grab a cup and its sleeve. Hotch looks at you, a little surprised on why you were checking up on him.

"Work. We had to travel to another state. Didn't mean to disappear." He replies, he observes you as you make his coffee.

"Really? What do you do for a living?" You ask as you grab a lid to finish off your task before placing the cup on the counter and place your hands on your counter.

"...FBI." He answered, you weren't really surprised, due to his character and how mysterious he looked, you figured that his work was really serious.

"I see." You smile as you push the coffee to him, he places the payment on the counter and grabs his coffee. "See you tomorrow?"

He looks at you, his eyes scanning yours, he noted to himself long ago that you had always had a happy look in your eyes. "Maybe." He gives you a small smile for a split second before turning his back to you and walking out the door, this time, he wasn't rushing out.

These small talks repeated every time you saw eachother, growing slightly longer each morning, his habit of rushing in and out was no longer there, He started asking on how you were, sometimes even commented on the weather and the music, he asked what music it was and you said it was your favorite song, and it was your playlist that they played.

A week goes by, he comes in, he was late, it was 8:55 already, but he came in with a small to-go cup, not from your cafe, but from another place, you knew cause it was from your favourite cafe place. He sets it on your counter.

You tilted your head as you stared at the cup before looking back up at him. "You got coffee already, why'd you come here?"

"This isnt for me." Hotch then pushed the cup towards you, your heart skipped. You looked at the cup then back to him.

"Waitwaitwait– How do you know?" You ask before taking a cup to prep his coffee.

"You mentioned it, don't you remember?" You pause on what you were doing as your heart skipped another beat. He remembered? You continued on what you were doing and going back to him to place the coffee on the counter and push it towards him. His hand was still on your coffee.

You reached for your coffee and he let go of it, your fingers brushed against his. It was hot. The coffee (maybe him too). His gesture was unexpected, he hasn't struck you as a guy to take his time to get you something, not with his work.

"Hotch, are you trying to out-barista me with someone else?" You tease, you placed your coffee on the counter that was behind you.

"Not possible, you might be the best barista I have ever met." At this point you might get a heart attack due to how much your heart was skipping a beat, you chuckle as you looked at him.

And for a second, the first time you see it, a hint of softness in his eyes and the comfort you found in his presence, maybe this wasn't routine for him anymore.

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PAST IS PAST (part I) — /S. Reid/ & /R. Chase/

SUMMARY: when your ex, Robert Chase, and House's team, is brought in to consult on a case, old feelings start to surface. Caught between Chase's flirting and Reid's quiet affection, you find yourself caught between a love triangle, and a choice that you have to make.

spencer x psych!bau!reader x chase ⸝⸝ fluff & slight angst ⸝⸝ co-workers to lovers

WARNINGS: reader has attachment and commitment issues! wow!!, house being sassy as always (i cant tell if i made him too sassy), past!ppth!reader x chase, present!psych!bau!reader x spencer, use of y/n

WC: 1.5k+

There was a different kind of tension in the air, usually there's no tension at all. It reminded you of your old memories that you have put in the back of your mind, all because he was here. Your old love.

You called House to assist you guys in a case alongside with the CDC, you didn't know he'd be bringing the entire team.

You tried to not show the fact that you were tense. You'd survive UnSubs threatening or flirting at you, but the thought of seeing him again, after all this time, left your breath a little shorter.

You made your way into the briefing room, as soon as you walked in, you locked eyes with him. Robert Chase, who was leaning against the other doorway, his arms crossed against his chest, his blonde hair a little longer than the last you've seen him.

"I called House only, why're you guys here." You inquired as you looked at House, who was sitting down on a chair like he owned the entire place.

"I leapt at the chance to work with a bunch of people who think behavioral profiling is a science. And I thought, 'Wow! a little reunion could shake things up!' and then I forcefully dragged them here." House teased as he set his cane on his lap, his legs were set on the table. you did not hesitate to give him the finger before sitting down right next to Spencer, as Chase sat right next to you. What a great way to start this briefing.

"So, my favorite emotionally stunted overachiever, how are you doing?" He asks with genuine curiosity, "You traded white coats with black vests, what a downgrade."

"I'm fine, House." You roll your eyes.

The briefing room felt too full. Hotch stood where the screen was with Garcia, Reid was playing with his whiteboard marker that he grabbed not too long ago, Morgan kept glancing at House, as if waiting for him to start chaos, and everyone else was doing their own thing.

"This is cute," House stated as he peered at the organized folders on the table. "Did the behavioral pixies color-code the victims too?"

"That's enough." Hotch said curtly, Cameron just smiled politely, while Foreman rolled his eyes and looked like he regretted the entire trip.

House ignored Hotch, "Three victims." House said as he swiped through the tablet screen like they bored him. "All died horribly with consistent symptoms. Question is: Was it mother nature or a very enthusiastic bioterrorist?"

"You called me because you guys are desperate, well good news: I love desperate." House puts emphasis on the word 'love', he certainly knew himself well.

Rossi narrowed his eyes as he stared at House. "Do you always talk like this?"

"Only when I'm awake." House replies.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at House's reply to Rossi. "You always this subtle?”

"No, but I can turn it down if your fragile ego needs coddling." House replies as his gaze falls on Morgan, who was now trying to hold back the urge to argue with House.

Hotch rubbed his temple as he spoke, "How long is this gonna take?"

House looks at him dead in the eye. "Depends. How long is your team gonna stop ignoring the tension between boy genius and girl wond—"

You cut him off, "House."

"What? I'm just saying." He says as he shrugged.

You looked at Spencer beside you, he was trying to cover his face with the file, but you could see his ears reddening. Which made your cheeks heat up too. What you didn't know was Chase was looking at you.

"Can we focus." You request, your eyes now landed on the floor as you shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

"Sure," House then turns his head to face Chase, "Remember when they used to cry during night shifts at the cafeteria? Good times."

"House," Chase snaps

Spencer's gaze looked at you before turning to House. "You were under him?" He asks you as he was staring at House

"Yeah, and these two, right here, were practically walking HR violations, they did more than teamwork alright." House overshares as he pointed at you and Chase, he then noticed Spencer's little frown that he had plastered on his face but ignored it.

Cameron made a strangled noise, Foreman sighed deeply and Spencer looked like someone had punched him in the gut.

"The past is past." You say as you set the tablet on the table.

"I was just giving context." House put the two of his hands up as you just sighed.

After that, Spencer's gaze never met you again, of course, House notices this, "I love federal drama," he said brightly, but only Cameron and Foreman heard him. "better than HBO." He snickers.

You roll your eyes before Hotch speaks up again, "Okay, JJ and Prentiss, go talk to the victims' families, get any background that may be useful, Morgan, Rossi and I will go investigate the crime scenes, while you and Reid stay here and help them." Hotch's gaze were set on you as he mentions you and Spencer.

Chase chuckled before turning to you, "Is your boss this broody?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Kind of, but he's nice, I swear." You smile at him. You then turn to your old colleagues in front of you.

"Nice to see you again, Y/N." Cameron flashes a small smile at you.

"Nice to see you guys again, too." You turn to face Spencer "Spence, you alright?" You say. You noticed that Spencer has been zoning out for a bit.

He snaps out of it before he mutters, "Hm? Oh yeah." before shifting in his seat to a more comfortable position as he avoids your gaze.

"Let's take a look at victimology first, the three victims all have brown hair. It's highly likely they're surrogates." Spencer says as he flips through his case file, you just nod at his words.

"Surrogates?" Foreman asks.

"Surrogates are victims that represents or looks similar to someone that the UnSub hates or loves and over time they'll evolve eventually to kill that person." Spencer rambled, as his hands were making gestures as he explained.

"Of course. Foreman, you're dumb." House stated as he looks at Foreman, Foreman just bit his inner cheek and ignored him.

"Aside from you know, obvious details. Is there anything else in common? Like do they have a dead beat husband? Or are they having an affair with the smoking hot next-door-neighbor?" House inquires as he taps his finger against his cane, Spencer found his use of inappropriate terms very unnecessary but he ignored it.

"Mm, we don't have that much information yet, I'm sure Prentiss and JJ would give us some sort of background before we could actually dive in." You say as you look at House.

"This is gonna be one hell of a case." Chase says as his eyes darts to his team that was in front of him before to you and Spencer. "I mean, using airborne diseases as a method to kill someone? Atleast we know it has to be someone with a science background."

"The CDC's already investigating the disease, I called you guys because you're here to lend a helping hand." You purse your lips as you cross your arms on your chest.

As you guys kept talking, at one point you guys decided to end the meeting and try to figure out what the disease may be based off of the symptoms.

You were looking out the window in the briefing room, you notice a figure slowly approaching you, which is why you turn around. And you see Chase. Right in front of you. He gives you a small smile before sitting at the couch right next to where you're standing.

"So.. It's been a while." He spoke up, which caught your attention.

"I guess so." You shrug as your gaze go back to the view of the city.

He paused before speaking up, "I got you coffee, by the way." Your gaze then landed on him, then on his hands. You didn't notice he was holding two mugs.

"Two teaspoons of sugar? Like how you liked it back then." He smiles as he offered you the coffee, you took it before taking a sip.

"You remembered." You gave him a small smile.

"Well it's hard to forget, especially when it became routine for 2 years." He replies before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh." You pause.

"Yeah."

"Well, that's nice. I guess." You now try to avoid eye contact with him, your gaze wandered back on the city.

"Stop." He says.

You raised an eyebrow but your eyes never met his gaze. "Stop what?"

"Stop pretending that you don't care, I can still see that you do. It's just... not in the same way." He frowned as he took another sip of his coffee. "You left without a goodbye and I didn't say enough to you, I didn't say how much I loved you."

"You didn't have to."

"Yeah, well, it felt like I needed to."

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[sugarydani]

hey chat HEAR ME OUT!!! house md x criminal minds crossover ff, its like a series-ish ff im planning

(possibly robert chase x reader x spencer reid and a variety more,,,,,,)

[sugarydani]

── m.list !! ⸝⸝

— 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!

"Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you'll be criticized anyway" — Eleanor Roosevelt

⋆˚࿔ SPENCER REID ⋆🌷˚⟡˖ ࣪

the little things - someone starts to leave little notes, complimenting you and giving appreciation, you had no idea who this was until they gave themselves up.

past is past , (II) - when your ex, Robert Chase, and House's team, is brought in to consult on a case, old feelings start to surface. Caught between Chase's flirting and Reid's quiet affection, you find yourself caught between a love triangle, and a choice that you have to make.

priorities - after returning home from a disturbing case, and from a creepy unsub, you can't help but be paranoid. You call your boyfriend to find comfort.

ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ AARON HOTCHNER ₊ ꒱ . 🎀 ✴︎˚｡⋆

small talk - Hotch is a regular in the cafe that you recently got a job on.

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[sugarydani]

── my love for you !! ⸝⸝

names dani. she/her. spencer reid's sweetheart. sabrina carpenter enthusiast. multifandom. biggest matcha lover.cabin ten. entp. pjo enthusiast. writer. artist. aaron hotchner's gf. robert chase's darling. i love pink. i may or may not watch anime. smiski addict. i like pop genre songs. written by mitski & laufey. i speak filipino & english. luke's dueling partner. journalist. layout artist.

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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨 - 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

❝Have you ever tried this one?❞

m.list . etiquette . loml . (more coming soon)

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