14. code blue

𝐼𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐷𝑂 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑅𝐸𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐶𝐸𝑁𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝑂𝑊, 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝐼 𝑊𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝑅𝐸𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑁𝐷 𝑅𝐸𝑊𝐴𝑇𝐶𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐼𝑇 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐶𝐸𝐸𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑇𝑂 𝑆𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐹𝑈𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐵𝐸𝐶𝐴𝑈𝑆𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐶𝐸𝑁𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝐵𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐹𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅.

𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐾 𝑌𝑂𝑈. :))

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𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.• mild praise kink

"Shit."

Spencer knelt down, picking the scattered index cards up off the gym floor, embarrassment flooding his cheeks all the way down to his neck. "Next up is Spencer Reid— the famous prodigy of our school. He went on to graduate from CalTech with three PhD's and two BA's and he now works with the FBI as a profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia. He's agreed to speak with us today about his success in the field. Please, would you join me in welcoming the resident genius— Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Spencer, it's fine. You don't need them," you said as you knelt down beside him, placing a hand over his back. He wouldn't look at you as he struggled to pick up one card, his hands shaking, cursing himself under his breath.

"Fuck, I can't-"

"-Spencer."

Cupping his cheeks, you pulled his head around to look at you. "You have an eidetic memory. You don't need the fucking cards," you said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Okay? And you're gonna kill it. Come on— I believe in you."

"Dr. Reid?"

His eyes flicked to the speaker as he nervously clenched his jaw. "Hey," you said to him, "if at any point you feel scared, just look at me. All right? I will be front and center the whole time, watching you. And when you come off stage," you paused, smiling at him, "I will be the one cheering the fucking loudest."

Spencer looked at you, his eyes seeking your approval as you pulled your hands away from him, smiling and nodding your head. "Okay. I- I can do this," he whispered, nodding his head at you.

"That's right. You got this."

Spencer stood, pushing the cards into his pocket as he made his way up the steps, smoothing his hands over his trousers. The speaker patted him on the back before he passed him the microphone, moving off the stage.

Spencer looked out at the crowd, chewing on his lip, fidgeting with his hand by his side until his eyes landed on you, and you smiled at him, giving him a thumbs up. He returned the smile before he looked out at the crowd. "Hi," he said, offering up a small wave. "I'm Spencer. Dr. Spencer Reid, actually, but you, uh... you already knew that. Of course. I, uh... Well, actually, I was twelve years old when I graduated with you guys back in 1993. Then I went to CalTech where I graduated with PhD's in Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics. And from there, I went to the FBI."

You couldn't help the wave of guilt that washed over you as you watched him grip the microphone, his skin paling. You felt awful for him. He didn't deserve one bit of what happened to him in high school— he never did anything wrong but be smart.

"Uh... I became apart of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit when I was twenty-two years old. I studied under a man named Jason Gideon who, uh... he taught me a lot of what I know today, actually. As profilers, our job is to profile serial killers. We try to get inside their minds, figure out why they do the things that they do. We do that through finding what is called a stressor and a trigger."

His eyes fell on you again, and you smiled at him, nodding your head. He took a deep breath in the microphone before looking out at the crowd, visibly distraught. "Since joining the BAU, I have helped to put away over two hundred serial killers and have helped to save twice as many lives as that. I don't know what it was that piqued my interest to join the BAU, but I do know that I love my job and I can't imagine being anywhere else. I have this school and CalTech and many mentors to thank for helping me to get to where I am today. Um... Th- That's it. Thank you so much."

Spencer practically threw the microphone at the speaker before climbing off the stage, nervously fumbling with his hands in front of him. Light applause filled the room, and you joined in, bringing your hands to your mouth as you cheered loudly, whistling for him. Spencer walked over to you, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "That was so bad," he groaned, grabbing your wrist, pulling you away from the crowd.

"No! You did good," you said, smiling at him.

"You don't have to lie. I should've said more. I wasn't even up there for five minutes. I just... I- I couldn't stand being in front of them anymore," Spencer sighed, hanging his head in shame.

"Hey," you said, placing your hands over his shoulders. The look that he gave you as you spoke completely broke your heart. Tears of humiliation formed in his eyes as he pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to ward them off. "You did great. Seriously— I wouldn't be saying that if it weren't true. It was so brave of you to stand up there and say all that. I'm proud of you. Okay?"

Spencer looked at you for a moment, a smile crossing his lips before he pulled on your wrist, pulling you into him. He pressed his lips softly to yours, your eyes widening as his hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

"Spencer, we're in the public," you gasped, pushing him off of you, heat flooding your cheeks.

"I don't care," he grinned. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about doing that ever since we boarded the fucking plane." Butterflies erupted inside your stomach at his words and you looked at him, your lips curling into a smile. "Hey, are you hungry? I saw some food trays back there earlier."

"Please. Lead the way."

Spencer's hand found yours as he pulled you past the crowd of alumnus, biting his lip as he averted his gaze away from most people— people you assumed he recognized as bullies. He led you over to the tables in the back lined with different delectables. Reaching for a plate, you eyed the cheese platter in front of you, licking your lips as you reached for a handful of crackers.

"No."

The sudden objection caught you by surprise. You looked at Spencer, furrowing your brows as he grinned back at you, folding his hands behind his back. "No?"

"You heard me. I want you to eat from the fruit plate."

Setting the plate down, you smirked at him. "Spencer Reid," you said, crossing your arms, "I know you're not about to act like my dom at your fucking high school reunion."

"Does that mean you're going to disobey me?"

"And so what if I do?"

Spencer crossed his arms, raising a brow at you. "Then you know what's gonna happen."

"What?" You lowered your voice as you leaned into him, smirking at him. "Would you fuck me over this table right now for everyone to see? I mean— I guess it would be a way of getting back at your classmates for treating you like shit in high school."

"No," Spencer chuckled in response, shaking his head at you. "But I wouldn't hesitate to do something else."

"And what's that?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out."

His words shot straight to your core, shuddering as you smiled up at him, reaching for a cluster of grapes. "This is just your way of telling me that I'm fat and need to lose weight," you asked, picking one off the stem, "isn't it?"

"Good girl," Spencer whispered, nodding his head at you in approval. "And no, of course not. I would never do that."

"Nope," you shook your head at him, popping the grape into your mouth, crunching on it, savoring the sweet taste that filled your mouth. "Now you've put the idea in my mind. You think I'm fat."

Spencer shook his head at you, laughing. "No, I would never-"

"-Spencer?"

Popping another grape into your mouth, you looked at the girl standing behind him, grinning widely at him. She was tall, with long, wavy blonde hair and warm, brown eyes. Spencer turned around to look at her, his eyes widening, freezing in his tracks. "Oh, my god! It's so good to see you!" She laughed, flinging her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

She pulled away from him after a moment and looked over at you, smiling at you. "Hi," she said, holding her hand out to you. "Alexa."

"(Y/N)," you replied, shaking her hand.

Her eyes flicked to Spencer, raking down his lengthy figure, studying his features as she asked, "Are you two here together?"

"Oh, yeah. There was no way I was about to pass up on a free trip to Vegas," you laughed, smirking at Spencer. He wouldn't look at you, though. Instead, he looked scared, as if his mind was flashing back to something. Looking back at Alexa, you folded your arms over your chest. "So you guys knew each other back in high school?"

"Knew each other? We were friends," Alexa laughed. She looked up at Spencer, batting her eyelashes sweetly at him as she reached out, brushing her fingers lightly over his shoulder. "Weren't we, Spence?"

He didn't say anything, wrapping his arms around himself as he chewed anxiously on his bottom lip. It didn't take a profiler to see that Spencer didn't wanna be here anymore, standing in this intrusive girl's presence. As the speaker concluded the final speech, you heard "Code Blue" by The-Dream start playing over the speakers and you reached out, grabbing Spencer's hand in yours. "It was nice meeting you," you said, forcing a smile at Alexa. "Come on, Spence! You promised me a dance."

Pulling on his arm, you dragged Spencer behind you, leading him onto the dance floor. "Who was that bitch?" You asked, standing in front of him as couples started to encircle you, slow dancing with their partners to the music.

"Alexa Lisben," he said finally, his voice soft.

"And I take it you two weren't actually friends?"

"If you consider stripping someone naked and tying them to a goal post and making them stay there all day as the whole football team watches, then yeah, I'd say we were best friends."

Your eyes widened at Spencer's words, looking over at Alexa standing by the food trays, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched you. "I'm gonna kill that fucking bitch," you growled, balling your hands into fists.

"(Y/N), it's fine. It happened a long time ago," Spencer sighed.

"No, it's not fine! She doesn't deserve the right to talk to you, especially when the only reason she did was because she thinks you're hot now," you said, crossing your arms. "Just say the word and I'll go over there and slap her. Please let me slap her. Please?"

"No, I don't want you to slap her," Spencer laughed, his hands moving to your waist as he pulled you into him, swaying to the music.

"Are you sure? Because I'm not afraid to," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck, following his lead.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"That pisses me the fuck off, though. You didn't deserve any of the shit that happened to you. God, I wish... I wish I'd known you when you were in high school," you grumbled, pursing your lips together as you swayed with him to the beat of the music. "I would've stood up to those bullies for you. No one deserves to be treated like that— ever. Especially you."

Spencer wordlessly smiled down at you— just like he had done when you last danced together— and you smiled back at him, cocking your head to the side as you asked, "What?"

"Nothing, I just... I wish I'd known you, too."

"Good," you huffed. "Because I would've fought anyone who would've dared hurt you. You deserve the fucking world, Spencer Reid. And I mean that."

Spencer gripped your wrist, spinning you as the second chorus came around, the words resounding in your ears. He pulled you back into him, his hands gripping your hips as your eyes met his, your heart pounding inside your chest. He looked down at you, his eyes scanning your face in the midst of the music, the turmoil, the wonderment, and the unspoken feelings.

"(Y/N)..."

His voice— it was so full of caution, yet so full of yearning.

And it wasn't until that moment that you knew.

It hit you like a shockwave, pulsing through your body, every synapse firing as the music echoed in your ears, gazing into Spencer's eyes, the feeling of his hands on your hips causing butterflies to explode in your stomach.

You were starting to have feelings for him.

And that was dangerous. You knew it was— knowing the kind of relationship that you and Spencer have. But, in that moment, somehow, you didn't care. Because it was just you and Spencer, lost in the midst of the curiosity and the pleasure, holding onto each other as if you'd slip away from each other's grasps at any moment. The music swirled around you, caught up in your own world, the lyrics washing over you, every word echoing in your mind.

"(Y/N)," Spencer said again, his voice softer this time. His eyes flicked down to your lips, his grip loosening around your waist. He leaned into you, bringing his lips beside your ear as he whispered, "Let's get out of here."

"Okay," you whispered in response, curling your fingers around his. He pulled you outside, leading you out to the rental car parked outside, opening the passenger side door for you and waiting for you to climb in before reaching over, buckling your seatbelt.

"I can do it," you laughed, looking at him.

"I know," he said, looking back at you. "But I want to."

It took every burning fiber within your being not to kiss him. "Where are we going anyway?" You asked, trying to ignore your racing heart as Spencer walked around to his side, opening his door.

"The hotel," he replied.

"Why?"

"So I can prove to you just how much you mean to me."

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𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.AHHH but, like, we been knew they had feelings for each other. ANYWAYY i hope you guys liked this chapter, i wrote it super quick because i was really excited for it :)) i know a lot of you were looking forward to seeing diana in this but don't worry, she comes later on in the book.