#this is NOT the last chapter btw. things still need to get worked out w/owen...

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

who i was before

(robert aeor high au p11)

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i love how i say you might not get more writing for a long time and then just dump this on you the same day lmao

If he loses him… Jimmy doesn’t know what he’ll do, he doesn’t know what he’d say, he doesn’t know if he could go on living. Because these past seven months that he’s known Scott have been some of the best of his life, no, scratch that, the best months of his life. Jim grits his teeth, taking a couple seconds to lean against the wall and steady his breathing again. Why is this so hard? 

or, finally things get a lil figured out (took them long enough)

tw: all the usual thingies

(3306 w)

The beat is steady, one after another after another after another, predictable. It doesn’t change as he breathes in and out and in and out, trying to calm his flooded nerves, everything too bright or too cold or too loud or too rough. He can’t handle it, so he focuses on his heart, the same steady rhythm pumping out again and again and again, his breath ragged and cutting into his lungs.

Jimmy is shaking again. He can’t stop shivering, pulling his blankets over himself and staring out at the star-flooded sky. He was so close. Scott had been there, just… there, inches away from his own face, so close it had made Jimmy’s heart ache, beating much faster than the slow, laboring tread that pumps in his chest now. 

But honestly: what had he been thinking? Scott’s made it very clear, abundantly clear, that he doesn’t like Jimmy- he always pushes away after extended physical contact, always keeps an extra six inches of space between him and Jimmy at all times, and altogether is just… he’s so obvious about the level to which he is not interested in Jimmy, and yet Jim just keeps trying, and oh god, he’d almost kissed  Scott down there-

Jimmy shudders harder, no longer accustomed over these six months to sleeping alone. He’s used to Scott, right on the other side, breathing shallowly and purposefully, the gentle, repetitive noise having lulled Jimmy to sleep many a night. But now he’s not here, he’s probably decided that he can’t stand the sight of Jimmy, he’s probably so disgusted by what the avian’s just done that he can’t even think to live in the same house as him.

Jimmy’s ruined everything, he’s made a mistake, a terrible mistake, and now everything is horrible and he’s hated and despised by the only person he’s ever thought to love-

The tears he’s been holding back begin to drip through his eyes, and he curls into the fetal position, wings pulled around him on all sides, the familiar texture of his feathers blanketing his shivering arms. He doesn’t even know what Bek had wanted when she’d called him upstairs, but once he left, he knew he couldn’t go back, Scott probably would’ve just gotten more embarrassed.

After all, Scott’s genuinely the strongest, funniest, and most sensitive person Jimmy’s ever known. What could he ever see in the likes of the sniveling avian who can’t do anything right? And now he knows Jimmy’s past- he had just felt so comfortable standing there in the kitchen with his head leaning on Scott’s shoulder, it had felt like how everything was supposed to be.

It was so comfortable that he absolutely just trauma-dumped on Scott. And not just a small trauma dump either; he’s literally just spilled his entire life story to the person he has to live with. The person who came to him for help when he was in need. These past six months have been torture enough, and Jimmy doesn’t need even more reason for Scott to be repulsed by him. He thought he was making progress with the gorgon, and now he finds he just… well, he’s kind of ruined everything, hasn’t he?

Plus, what he’s been through is dwarfed when compared to Scott’s struggles, the pain he’s probably gone through every day of his life. What does Jimmy have in comparison? A woman who took him from family he didn’t even know. The worst thing to happen to him in the past year is just the occasional breakdown, which really, just ridiculous when he remembers the fact that Scott got kicked out of his fucking house.

Jimmy needs to apologize. He needs to go downstairs and apologize right now, regardless of how awkward and embarrassing it might be, he doesn’t think he can live with himself if he doesn’t. He doesn’t know if Scott can live with him if he doesn’t, and though his stomach is a mess of worms gnawing at him from the inside out, it’s something that needs to be done. So he gathers himself up from the shaking mess he’s become, taking a couple deep breaths and smoothing out his nightgown.

The descent down the stairs is slow and quivering, each step an opportunity to go back, he hasn’t gone too far into this yet, if he wants he can just ignore it and never think of it again. But Jimmy’s ignored too many of his problems for too long, he ignored how wrong Patty was until the only viable option was to run away, he ignored his homelessness for the better part of three months, because surely anything was better than Patty, right? And worst of all, he’s completely ignored all the problems that he and Scott need to iron out if they want to have a healthy friendship.

Jimmy is not a brave canary. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep Scott, even if it’s just as friends. Because Jimmy is in love and that knowledge is like a fire burning in the pit of his stomach, propelling him onwards until he’s stood in front of the basement door, taking in the flaking jade green paint, his hand hovering, shakingly and indecisively, above the golden knob.

Is he really going to do this? Is this really the best move? He realizes how easily it could all backfire, blowing up in his face like a ticking time bomb. Scott could be so angry, or sad, or just- Jimmy catches himself, breathing in and out, in and out, trying to calm his anxiety. It’s fine. Scott’s not like that. That’s not going to happen. All he wants is his friend back, he reminds himself, all he wants is a friend. That’s it. That’s all.

(it’s not but he has to pretend or it’s too much it’s too much too much too much-)

And he lowers his hand to the doorknob, turning it slowly, almost excruciatingly so, and pushing the door open. More stairs open beneath him, like a maw trying to swallow him up, but there’s no going back now. Scott’s almost certainly heard the door open, and if Jimmy chickens out, it’ll just make more confusion and problems that spiral onward and never get fixed. 

Jimmy’s always been a curious little bird.  

Step by step by step, Jimmy walks slowly down to the basement, his heart going off like a rabbit cage in his chest. He is so unspeakably nervous, there are no words, no metaphors, that one could use to describe it other than the simple fact that he is terrified. It needs to be done, he keeps reminding himself, he needs to apologize for the better of all of them, it needs to be done. And he’s almost crying now, shaking harder than ever, because he loves Scott, he loves him more than he’s ever loved anyone before.

If he loses him… Jimmy doesn’t know what he’ll do, he doesn’t know what he’d say, he doesn’t know if he could go on living. Because these past seven months that he’s known Scott have been some of the best of his life, no, scratch that, the best months of his life. Jim grits his teeth, taking a couple seconds to lean against the wall and steady his breathing again. Why is this so hard? 

The realization hits him before he realizes what it is, a sudden dread spilling over him like uncooked egg white before he can figure out what it means.

If he really wants there to be no deception, no falsehoods and confusion between them, he’s going to have to tell Scott he likes him. And that could just make everything worse, but maybe it could make everything better, Jimmy doesn’t know, he doesn’t know, he just doesn’t know-

It’ll be worth it, he reminds himself, it’ll be worth it in the end. He has to get this over with. It’s not even an option anymore, it’s a necessity. He can’t back out now, no more skittish avian, Jimmy’s going to be strong and brave and worthy of Scott. He peels himself back from the wall and continues down the stairs, a steady rhythm of steps that he doesn’t break. Step, down, pause, step, down, pause.

Until he turns the corner and there’s Scott, sat stony-faced on the couch, staring straight ahead at nothing. Most people wouldn’t be able to see it, but Jimmy’s eyes catch on the slight glimmer in Scott’s, and he pushes forwards to join the gorgon on the sofa.

Neither of them say anything for a long time, the feet between them feeling like miles and the air in the basement almost bitingly cold.

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy blurts out when the silence gets too excruciating and it’s clear Scott isn’t going to say anything. “I’m sorry I got spooked and ran off and- I’ve been such a terrible friend, I’m so dishonest- I’m so damn sorry about everything, Scott.”

“Jimmy-” The gorgon’s voice breaks, and he turns his head down towards his lap, pulling his knees up to his chest. “You’re so… you’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Wha- no!? Look, I’m trying to apologize here, I’m not fishing for compliments,” Jimmy rebuffs, completely taken aback. He can feel the heat snaking through him and resting decidedly on his cheeks, where he’s sure the red must be spreading rapidly.

“You think-” Scott laughs tiredly, leaning his head on his knees to look towards Jim, “You think you’ve messed up somehow? How is that even possible? You’ve been through so much, and you’re still thinking of others before yourself. You probably haven’t ever said a negative word about anyone in your life, and I just- you’re so strong. So strong. And you’re pretty, and smart, and funny and just- how on earth are you friends with me? The stupid, traumatized gorgon who can’t do anything right?” How can Scott think of himself like that?

“I have messed up, Scott!” Jimmy needs him to see it, he needs someone to agree with him, because what he’s done is wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong. “I’m not strong and I’m not perfect and I really haven’t been through all that much to be honest with you, all that’s happened is a stupid person took me from family I never even got the chance to know. Let me apologize! I’m sorry for everything and if you want to move out, you are absolutely welcome to. Please don’t feel like you’re obliged to stay here because that was the choice you made when you weren’t feeling right in the head.”

Scott’s face goes bright red, his mouth hanging slightly open like he hasn’t quite formulated what he wants to say yet, glaring at Jimmy with tears in his eyes. “You think I could ever leave you?! How could anyone ever leave you, even if they wanted to- I’m genuinely hurt that you think I could do that. I lo- I really value you, Jim.”

“THEN WHY DO YOU PUSH AWAY WHENEVER I GET EVEN A LITTLE BIT CLOSE?!” Jimmy yells, all his other feelings being swiftly replaced with confused anger. He takes a deep breath and continues, his words measured but still not without a slight sting that he can’t quite keep out.

“If you value me so much- and like hell that’s the word you were going to use- then why don’t you show it? Why do you leave me just- if I’m so important to you, then why don’t you ever talk to me? Why do you keep this distance between us? It fucking hurts, Scott, especially considering you’ve lived in my house for six months now. If I’m really so perfect and strong and- and desirable as a friend, then what is your reasoning for staying so… I would say cold, but that’s a bit punny, isn’t it.” He laughs mirthlessly, fists clenched tight to his crossed legs, tension defining his body.

“Because I already almost ruined things. Twice. And I’m trying not to do that again.” He’s infuriatingly calm, the only emotion displayed on his face is a sweet, broken sadness.

“That’s all you have to say?! You haven’t ruined things, Scott, you’re literally the reason I haven’t killed myself yet. Yes, you,” he adds at Scott’s shocked expression. “What on earth do you mean you ‘almost ruined everything’?! You. Are. The. Reason. I’m. Still. Here.” Jimmy crawls forward, punctuating each word with a sharp jab of his finger to Scott’s chest.

“I kissed you, Jim.” The anguish in Scott’s face is almost enough to make Jimmy break, the sadness and lost possibilities expounding in his face. “I kissed you and then I kept- I keep almost doing it again. That’s why I’m keeping my distance.”

“You think I care, you idiot?” Jimmy growls, tossing his hands up into the air exasperatedly. “You think that changes anything?”

“Jimmy, you don’t understand!” Scott’s waxing patronizing now, and Jimmy can see how hard he’s trying to get his point across.

“What don’t I understand? Try me, I bet you’d be surprised.” He crosses his arms challengingly, almost smirking at Scott’s blush. He’s way past the point of being scared now, and honestly can’t remember why he was even worried in the first place.

“I- I kept wanting to kiss you. I still want to kiss you almost every time you look at me.” The truth written on the edges of Scott’s voice hits Jimmy more than he’d thought it would, and he has to fight hard to stop from shivering.

“Then do it.” Scott likes him.

“What-” Jimmy knows it’s true.

“You heard me. Go ahead then, I’ve given you my consent,” Jimmy says, heart beating out of control, too fast for him to even consider trying to slow down.

“A-are you sure?” Scott asks, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt.

Jimmy almost cries after he laughs, months of worry and distance about to be resolved. “Scott. You know me. Would I be asking if I wasn’t?”

Scott doesn’t answer, looking sadly off to the side, but his silence speaks a thousand words.

“So kiss me, you absolute fool. I’m ready for it.”

And Scott does, lips pressing into Jimmy’s, moving gently, softly, frozen.

Almost immediately, Jimmy is drowning. He is deep beneath the ocean and he is flying through the stars and he was absolutely not ready for this, why did he ever say he was, Scott’s lips are so cold- Jimmy’s hands are shaking in his lap, and he wants more than anything to pull them up to frame Scott’s face, he wants to touch every inch of the gorgon’s frozen skin, warm it up with his own hands. 

But before he can, Scott’s frozen hands are gripping his, his mouth pushing forward into Jimmy’s, opening slightly, and his teeth are so sharp- Jimmy shudders at the feeling of them against his lips, and he wants nothing more than to push back, pull forward and wrap his arms around Scott’s neck, but he can’t, he can’t and he doesn’t know why-

“Was that okay?” Scott asks, pulling away, his cheeks flushed and eyes darting this way and that. 

Jimmy is speechless.

How can Scott be saying that? It wasn’t okay, absolutely not, it was everything and more, it was a whole lifetime, a thousand novels full of words, packed into a single, intimate touch. Jimmy hasn’t properly known anything until this moment, and he’ll look back later and categorize his life into two parts: before the kiss, and after.

He already can’t stand the distance, pushing in on him from all sides, if he doesn’t get close to Scott he’ll pull away, and then Jimmy will be alone again, left in the basement by himself the same way he’d left Scott. But he can’t respond, he can’t speak, he can’t- he can’t do anything-

“Jimmy?” Scott’s lips form his name so perfectly, and it’s all he wants to hear, he never wants to listen to anything other than his name from Scott’s mouth ever again. “Are you- was it too much?”

No. “I- I can’t really- can’t really talk right now, sorry,” Jim mutters, swallowing quickly. “Um. Can I- can we do it again?”

“O-oh,” Scott looks surprised, and honestly, he’s so ridiculous, isn’t it the most obvious thing in the universe how much Jimmy loves him? “Yeah, sure, I’d- I think I’d like tha-”

Jimmy doesn’t wait for him to finish his sentence before he leans forward, pulling his arms around Scott’s neck and stealing another, strong and ferocious where the first was soft and safe, because he’s been missing out on this for so long, too long, are you kidding him? Scott’s hands reach up to ghost along Jimmy’s wings before landing in his hair, and Jim can feel him smiling gently against his lips and all his air is gone.

He is falling he’s falling he’s falling and falling and falling.

Jimmy shivers and he needs to be closer, he wants to feel all of Scott against him- he pulls back for a second to catch his breath and Scott grins, more confident and alive than Jimmy’s ever seen him. “You are such an idiot,” the gorgon whispers affectionately, leaning forward until their foreheads are touching and sparks are flying between them, the knowledge that this is what Jimmy’s been missing out on the past many months almost destroying him.

“So I’m the idiot now?”

Scott rolls his eyes and leans forward, kissing gently, insistently, over and over again against Jimmy’s mouth, fireworks going off between their lips as he pushes forward, all shivers and soft cold skin and full of life. Scott’s eyes are bright and hopeful, and the need for closeness is so overpowering that Jimmy just can’t help it anymore, climbing atop Scott’s lap before the gorgon can protest.

Jimmy moves his hands from Scott’s neck to his chin, cradling the angular point as he kisses over and over, gently removing Scott’s shades and setting them down beside them as he pushes forward, his lips moving from Scott’s mouth to his cheek to his nose to his forehead and all around again, tracing circles around the familiar face.

Scott’s shaking, little noises sprouting from the back of his throat, and his hands move to touch Jimmy’s waist, gently at first, then squeezing harder and harder as Jimmy’s kisses grow more intense, wishes finally given physical form. Jim’s arguably shuddering even harder than Scott, little noises perking up in the back of his throat as Scott’s hands press ever tighter into his midriff. Jimmy pulls away, and Scott takes his opportunity in earnest, pulling one of Jim’s hands away from his chin and kissing each of the fingers softly, gently, cold lips against Jimmy’s knuckles.

Their eyes meet each other’s and they’re both crying and laughing and-

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy says, wiping the tears from Scott’s eyes. 

“You really apologize too much,” Scott laughs, pulling Jimmy close to him. He wants to melt away forever, he wants to fall into Scott and never leave.

“We’re both so stupid,” Jimmy laughs against Scott’s chest, strong arms cradling him so gently he’s going to break.

“I think that one might be on me, petal.” The affection in Scott’s voice is so genuine, so overflowing and real, that Jimmy breaks down into a fresh onslaught of tears, relief and anguish and months and months of yearning packed into a single shaking moment, together in each other’s arms, tears and laughter and finally, finally a solid understanding between the two of them as Scott gently presses his lips to the crown of Jimmy’s head.

“Do you want to finish the rest of the episode?” Scott asks. Jimmy nods against him, sniffling quietly away at his tears.

“Yeah.”

[darthkruge]

Hello! I'm kinda new to the whole tumblr thing so sorry if this request is bad but I was wondering if maybe you could do an imagine for spencer reid where the reader is Garcia's younger sister and Garcia brings her in to meet the team because it's her first day there. Maybe Reid recognizes her from somewhere and he will not leet it go until he finds out how he knows her? Btw it's totally fine if you don't get to this! :)

Spencer Reid x Reader ~ Piano

Summary: When a new agent joins the BAU, Spencer knows he’s seen them before but literally cannot figure out where. His memory having never failed him before, he doesn’t rest until he figures it out.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral! Reader; Penelope Garcia x Sibling! Reader

Words: 1973

Warnings: A little bit of language, I think that’s all?

A/N: Hey anon!! First off, don’t worry, love! I’m honestly new to this whole tumblr thing too, but I loved this request! I’m sorry I didn’t get to it sooner, life’s been a bit hectic. I made it so the reader is Garcia’s younger sibling instead of sister, I hope you don’t mind. I’m going to try to make writing as gender neutral as possible moving forward. Nothing against you, of course, I know I haven’t specified in past requests and I couldn’t have expected you to know, so don’t worry! That being said, sorry for rambling and I hope you like it :)

(gif isn’t mine)

“Hello, everyone! I want you to meet the youngest of the wonderful Garcia children!” Penelope led you into the BAU where you waved a bit stiffly. You weren’t a huge fan of being the center of attention, but you knew your sister loved these introductions.

Looking around, you pieced together the people you knew from Penelope’s stories. You recognized Derek immediately. You assumed from his professional stance that the taller and older dark haired man was Hotch. Logically, that meant Rossi was next to him. And Emily and JJ were the two women, smiling and waving at you encouragingly. You smiled a bit broader, immediately sensing you would be fast friends with them. Finally, your eyes landed on what had to be Spencer. You thought he was quite attractive and, from Penelope’s descriptions, he was also amazing, talented, kind, smart, basically everything you liked. You waved at him but noticed he was almost studying you? You weren’t sure, but felt a bit awkward, confused as to why he seemed friendly to everyone else but wouldn’t even smile at you.

“Umm, hi!” You said, laughing nervously and kind of hoping to disappear. Hotch sensed your discomfort and offered you a kind smile before putting you out of your misery.

“Welcome to the team, L/N. Garcia’s told us wonderful things about you. That being said, we’re just closing up tonight, so you could finish up your paperwork finalizing your transfer into the BAU if you haven’t already and then come in for your first day tomorrow?”

“Okay, thank you, Sir.”

“Goodnight, team”

Everyone echoed the “Goodnight” before filing out of the room. You got into the car with your sister and pulled out of the BAU, reflecting on your past and thinking about the next chapter of your life.

After almost everyone else had left, Spencer was still at his desk, thinking. The certified genius, was, for once, completely at a loss. He couldn’t figure it out. Where had he seen you before? He was currently in the process of mapping out every place he’d gone to over the last few months. Every restaurant, every film festival, every face he saw in passing at crosswalks, through car windows, at coffee stands, and, still, nothing.

“Woah, Pretty Boy, slow down! What’s got you so riled up?” Derek says, walking over to where Spencer was hunched over his notebook, furiously writing.

“I can’t figure it out, I know we’ve met before or I’ve seen them before or something. I just,” Spencer put his head in his hands, eyes starting to burn a bit from the strain of writing and concentrating for so long, “I just know it”

“Seen who before?”

“Y/N, the new agent. They’re so familiar, but for some reason I just can’t figure it out”

“Ohh! Garcia’s their sister, right?”

Spencer nodded and Derek came behind him, seeing the messy timeline and pages of notes scattered around the agent.

“Are you sure you’ve seen them? I mean, we see lots of people on the job. You could have just seen someone who looked like them, you know? And come on, Reid, your memory is, like, insane . If you’d met, you’d have remembered”

“I know, that’s what’s got me so messed up.” Spencer sighed.

“Take a rest, kid. It’s late, get back to it tomorrow. Maybe they’ll visit you in your dreams…” Derek said, wiggling his eyebrows and laughing as he walked away.

Spencer laughed, hoping Derek was right. He’d do anything to get more time with you, even if it was in his subconscious. Honestly, he felt a bit bad. He’d been so caught up in figuring how he knew you that he’d kind of forgotten to actually talk to you. Normally, he’d have caught a new recruit before they left, but he didn’t get the chance with you. After packing up, Spencer went home and continued his search with you on the forefront of his mind.

Meanwhile, you had just gotten back to your sister’s apartment. You had your own place but you were new to the team and felt a bit lonely. Mentally, you didn’t want to be alone at home, too.

“Hey, Pen, what’s up with Reid?” You asked. You were confused, you knew he was quiet but he seemed to be actively ignoring you. Even stranger, you caught him intensely staring at you, as if he was trying to figure something out.

“He’s just shy, Y/N. But he’ll warm up to you, don’t worry! Honestly, I think the both of you would be a pretty good match. If you want, I can do some of my famous matchmaking!”

“Please, noooooo,” You groaned, dragging out the word.

“Come on! I’m great at it!”

“No! Remember last time? I ended up on a blind date with a guy who, within the first three minutes, told me he liked me because he saw similarities between me and his parents!! Then, he proceeded to detail their divorce for the next 45 minutes!”

Penelope was laughing hysterically, “I mean, you did say you liked emotionally available people!”

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at her head, dying in your own fit of laughter.

“Alright, that’s it, I’m going to bed. I can’t be conscious in the same house as you anymore” You say, smiling and jokingly flipping your sister off as you walk away and into the guest room.

Naturally, she returned the gesture.

When Spencer arrived at work the next morning, his eyes were bloodshot, hair was sticking up in a million different directions, and clothes were exceptionally disheveled. Anyone else and you would have thought they had a really bad (or great) one-night stand. Although you weren’t close with him, you just didn’t see him being that type of guy. You laughed a bit as he grimaced, taking a sip of what looked like extremely bitter coffee.

Deciding to try and break the ice, you went over to him. “Long night?”

Spencer’s head shot up. “Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that” He said, laughing a bit.

You smiled. Even though he was awkward, you felt at ease in his company. “I get that, I’ve had a few long nights myself. I love the job, don’t get me wrong, but the way the BAU runs is different from anything else I’ve ever dealt with.”

“Yeah. It can be a bit of an adjustment, but you’ll be fine. You’re doing great. I mean, you arrived early, so I can already assume you’re organized. And your desk is a little messy, leading me to believe you’re a creative person. Your handwriting is quite slanted, too. I recognized it from your entry forms. Did you know that’s a sign of high intelligence? Because your thoughts are moving so quickly, your hand can’t keep up in the “perfect” way, so the letters normally slant and become more sloppy.”

You were mesmerized by him. You could watch him talk for hours, truly. Sure, he wasn’t always graceful, but he was so passionate about everything he talked about. You loved listening to people talk about what they love. The way their eyes light up, it makes the energy surrounding them contagious.

Realizing he had just psychoanalyzed you without permission, Spencer looked at your sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to profile you. It’s sometimes hard to shut off, especially around new people.”

“I get that. It’s okay, I don’t mind.” You said, nodding knowingly.

As you said that, Spencer figured it out. He remembered one time visiting his mother in Vegas and hearing you say those exact words. You were playing the piano, talking to a patient who had just accidentally spilled some water on your sheet music as they took their medicine. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. I was in need of new music, anyway” You had responded, laughing. He was surprised he didn’t immediately recognize you, the beautiful and talented person he’d seen that day. But, it did make sense, in a way. Spencer’s memory is always at its highest and weakest when he’s with his mother. He can remember each of their conversations, verbatim, but everything else fades.

“Spencer? You alright?” He had been kind of spacing out for a few moments and you were afraid you did something wrong.

His attention came back to you and he smiled again, brighter this time. “You play piano.” He stated.

Your breath caught and you let out a small laugh, extremely confused. “Uhh, yeah, I do. I’m sure you’re great, but that seems extreme even for you, Mr. Profiler”

Spencer laughed. “No! I didn’t profile you, I just, I remember you. Las Vegas, March 12th, Psychiatric Hospital, you were playing piano. A patient spilled water on you. I remember you.”

“Oh, right! Ms. Owens! She’s lovely. You were there that day? Well, either that or you just gave yourself up as a damn good stalker”

“No, no, not that,” He said, a shy smile playing on his lips, “My mother’s a patient there, Diana Reid? I’m not sure if you know her.”

“Yeah! She’s quite a character. I always enjoyed playing on days Diana was there.” You reminisced for a second, lost in the memory.

“Were you visiting someone there, too?” He said, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Not exactly. My grandfather was a patient before he passed. He taught me how to play and I kind of just asked the staff if I could volunteer and continue to after he left. They were kind enough to let me. I mean, he always encouraged me to perform and I thought it was a nice way to honor his memory. A few months later I heard from Penelope that there was an opening at the BAU. I moved out, and, well, here I am.” You gestured to yourself, slightly embarrassed after you realized you might have overshared.

Spencer caught onto this, however, and quickly reassured you. “That’s amazing, Y/N. You were amazing when I heard you. I wish I could have heard you play again.”

“Thank you, that’s really sweet, Spencer.” You said, resting your hand atop his, a blush forming in his cheeks at the touch.

“Um, if you don’t have plans. I mean, not to assume you don’t have plans, just if you, you know, happen to not be busy, would you want to maybe get dinner sometime? You don’t have to, of course! I wouldn’t be offended! I just kind of want to get to know you more. If that’s alright with you.” He trailed off, not making eye contact and playing with the buttons on his shirt a bit as he awaited your answer.

Deciding to be bold, you gently turned his face to meet yours and smiled. “I would love to. Tomorrow, pick me up at 8:00?”

“Yeah! Here’s my number, text me your address?”

You smiled and nodded, taking his phone. He took the moment to just look at you. You were truly one of the most breathtaking people he’d ever met. He couldn’t believe he’d just gotten you to agree to go out with him. Even so, he wouldn’t question it. If something in the universe gave this to him, he wouldn’t risk it for a second.

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as you slipped the phone back into his hand. As you pulled away, Spencer cupped your cheek and pulled you back in for a kiss. His lips tasted sweet and soft and a sense of serenity washed over you as you stood in the middle of the BAU, kissing him. Everything faded away and quickly came into focus again as he pulled away, far too soon for your liking.

“More of that tomorrow” He whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

You smiled, “That’s fine by me.”

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