Casual

Spencer

Stephie always tells me I should stop pining after Elle, I'm not pining after her though. Interesting that she's noticed little things like that though. Just the other day on a case I noticed Stephie watching so I let Elle grab my hand to help me up this hill. Of course I intensely wiped my hand off afterwards but still, I could see her rage. Stephie doesn't know this but on the jet, when we're coming back from the sniper case, she fell asleep in my shoulder and Derek took a picture of it. Part of me wonder if that was an accident or purely her plan.

Gideon tells me to go for it, take a risk. I'm scared I'm reading into too much though, Stephie used to really hate me. She once replaced my coffee with hot brown water, do you know how uncomfortable that is to know you've consumed? She also use to hide my pens and pencils from me, I would have to ask her to borrow one so then I was knee deep in favors to her for borrowing pens. I know I could've asked literally anyone else but when you need a pen fast it's easier to ask the person next to you.

I also know Stephies type though, her type is Derek Morgan. And incase anyone failed to notice, I don't look like him at. I'm not brave, or incredibly strong, or have a nice body, plus, I don't know how to flirt.

"Oat milk latte," I place the cup on Stephie's desk and she smiles in amusement.

"Oh, Reid how sweet of you!" She jokes and then sips her coffee, even though she's the one who sent me very threatening text messages this morning about would what happen to me if I didn't get her one.

"It's good to see you two finally getting along," Gideon is walking past my desk as I sit down, I nod at his remark, it is nice.

After all of these years of her hating me and me pretending to do the same, Stephie finally has turned a new leaf.

"I don't know about you guys but I think we're due for a night out," Derek stands in front of Elle's desk which is across from mine, Stephie's is next to mine.

"Dido," JJ taps her own against a file and then looks up to Elle nodding. I'm not one for going out but I'll still go and join them.

"Whatcha say pretty boy? You in?" Derek looks to me and I give an awkward nod before turning to look at a zoned out Stephie, she does that a lot.

"Steph?" I mumble and she looks at me barely focusing in

"What? Oh, uh, yeah sure." She smiles and Derek claps his hands together once before walking to his own desk.

"Are you okay?" I whisper to Stephie and she nods her head slowly giving me a look that makes my IQ drop. If looks could kill, Stephie Foster would be a serial killer.

"Why would I not be okay? I'm day dreaming Spence, dreaming that I'm on a tropical island with one of those drinks, with the tiny umbrella, in my hand." She leans back in her chair and Elle laughs agreeing that she would like to join the party.

After a long day of files and paperwork the team, minus Gideon, all heads over to a bar just down the street. Hotch brings his wife, Hailey, along too. She's nice, I haven't talked to her much but she seems nice.

"I got another round of shots coming," Derek cheers finishing his drink, I watch Stephie down hers right after preparing for another round of shots I'm guessing. I don't really drink, I usually sit back and watch everyone make dumb choices. That usually consists of watching Derek dance with three different women all night long.

The bartender sets the shots down on the table and my eyes meet Stephie, she has a devious smirk on her face and I start shaking my head. She shakes her head in the opposite direction, indicating yes instead of my no.

"Come on Reid, it's one shot." She holds two glasses in her hands and I look around the table.

"Nobody judging, we're all going to be drunk in an hour, one shot is not going to kill you." She cocks her head to the side and puffs her lips out, she looks really pretty, no that's not the right word, hot? It that gross to say? It feels wrong to say.

"Okay, fine." She slides the glass over in my direction and then comes around the table to stand next to me. I watch as she flings the liquid back into her mouth like it's nothing, licking her lips afterwards. Stephie turns towards me and then gestures for me to go. I copy her movements and what she did and feel as the liquid bunts my throat all the way down.

"Look at you go!" She cheers playfully as the rest of the teams claps and whistles in a teasing manor.

Somehow I got looped into playing a drinking game with Stephie while everyone else hit the dance floor. Only i'm losing due to her lack of caring about relevant questions. She asks me things like what year did so and so drop their first album, I get it wrong so I drink. I ask her questions like how does newtons law apply to gravity and she gets it wrong and drinks, so by the end of the night we're both pretty tipsy, with her drinking before the game, she's just flat out drunk.

"I think we should just taxi together," Stephie is practically stumbling over air, some genius she is. I look around as the car stops and then agree by climbing in after her.

"You're so much better to be around when you're drunk Spence, you're so, you're silly." She kisses my cheek as she giggles and I let a smile slip my face. She's a lot more tolerable to be around when she's drunk too, she's funny. And touchy. Did I mention she keeps grabbing onto my arm?

"I'm glad we're friends now," Stephie mumbles as we sit in the back seat of this taxi.

"Me too Steph," I shut my eyes momentarily and when I open them we just stare each other, we stare for a minute too long in fact. Our faces inches closer together as our lips meet. I feel my heart race, a rush of warmth spreading throughout my body. I know we shouldn't be doing this, we're coworkers, friends, just friends. Strictly professional, we need to be professional.

"Steph," I pull back slightly, my heart pounding against my chest, tension lingers in the air between us.

She blinks, looking startled for a moment before composing herself. "Spencer, I'm sorry." Her cheeks are flushed as she looks around the car, unsure if she should look at me or not. "That was...that was an accident." She stammers.

"Yeah," I agree quickly, feeling a mic of relief and disappointment l. "Definitely an accident."

We sit in silence for a moment, the tack moving steadily through the night. Stephie clears he thirsts, avoiding my gaze still. "We should..probably forget that happened."

"Agreed," I nod, trying to ignore the tingling sensation on my lips. "Friends?"

Stephie smiles at me, "Always." She leans back and kicks her feet up on my lap in such a casual manor I don't think anything of it until a few minutes later.

Friends.

Is this what friends do?

Is this casual?

I watch as we pull up her apartment, I never realized we lived only a street away from each other; we really have glued together for years. When I looked over she's passed out across the back seat.

"Steph," I can tell the driver is getting annoyed at us staying in the car, I'll just have to walk home because she's definitely not getting out of this taxi by herself.

"Come on," I pull her half awake body up out of car and help her inside, it takes three minutes for us to get the door unlocked. Her apartment isn't at all what I would have expected it to be. Stephies desk at work is disorganized, messy, she always is loosing stuff. Her apartment on the other hand, is clean, too clean, almost like she doesn't even live here. Her living room and kitchen look untouched, I'm guessing the door I'm staring at is her bedroom.

There's the Stephie I know, total chaos. It looks likes she loves her bed, you know when Stephie said she'd marry her bed I didn't believe her at first, I do now.

"Sorry, that's embarrassing. I wasn't expecting company," She giggles and sits down on the bed to take her shoes off. I stand by the door and look around the dimly lit room, she has about three shirt hanging off her mirror and two pairs of shoes sitting at the bottom of it.

"I'll walk you to the door," She stumbles up and I tell her to lay down but she puts her hand over my mouth.

"Seriously, shut up Spence." She grabs onto my arm and it makes me stiffen my body at the sudden grip she has.

"Thanks for dragging me in," She opens the door and I walk out but when Stephie sees there's no Taxi she calls back for me.

"I only live a block away," I plead and she's stumbling down her tiny porch steps and dragging me back into her apartment.

"No, you can just stay here. I'm not letting you walk home alone, especially unarmed." She shuts the door behind us once we're inside.

We stand in the silence for a moment while she tries to figure out her next move, the darkness surrounding us. The moonlight hits her eyes just right, lighting them in a soft green color as she stares at me.

"I'm sorry," She mumbles and I shoot her a confused look but before I can say anything Stephie is pushing her lips against mine, I know I should stop her but I can't.

"Friends tomorrow?" She pulls away from me for a moment and I nod my head.

"Friends tomorrow." Our lips crash together again.

I wake up on the couch, Stephie is lying on my chest. We must've fell asleep after she insisted we watch an episode of Gilmore Girls. We didn't do anything, we kissed, we kissed a lot. And then we fell asleep watching TV.

I look around the living room looking for a clock, I find one sitting on the TV stand off the side. It's 6:43 am.

"Steph," I shake her as panic starts to settle into my body and I quickly sit up.

"Spencer?" She groans sitting up too and looking around.

"We're going to be late for work," I shout and that's when she jumps up and races towards her bedroom, she's comes out second later with the same pair of pants on and a different top,

"Here," She hands me a light blue button up and i stare at her in confusion.

"Sorry, Dr. Reid, fashion choices are limited here, unless you'd like to go to work in the same clothes as yesterday?"

"We're gonna smell alcohol," I say taking the shirt from her and walking to the bathroom.

"You seriously won't change your shirt in front me?" She calls out as I shut the door behind me.

"I do believe you didn't change yours in front of me!" I shout back and then I hear a loud bang on the door.

"I have boobs!" That makes me chuckle to myself as I change into the shirt. Where did she even this get this, because no way it's hers. She's so short it would fit me like doll clothes if the shirt wet hers.

"Where did you get this?" I ask walking out of the bathroom watching as Stephie turns while pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"One night stand, don't worry I washed it!" She's quick to add that last bit when she sees my distort in disgust.

"You just kept it?" I slip my shoes back on and she shrugs.

"Guy left it, come on we gotta go." She opens the front door and doesn't even wait for me before walking out, my car is still in the parking lot at work.

"I called a taxi while you were changing," Stephie stands outside, I wonder if she remembers last night, I do but I also remember everything.

"I'm thinking we should have walked in at different times," Stephie whispers and I look around, everyone's staring at us.

"Nice of you two to join us," Hotch glares as we walk to our desks.

"Busy night, pretty boy?" Derek comes around and leans down next to me.

"No," I swat him away and then he turns to Stephie.

"Oh, don't even go there Morgan, never in a million years, he slept on my couch because we were drunk." She says it so easily, it rolls right off her tongue. That was her thing, lying, it's what Stephies known for. She's an excellent liar, comes in handy with this job. When they need someone to act they send her in, but in real life, i'm not sure it's something to brag about.

"Alright Foster, if you insist." Derek throws his hands up.

"Hey we've got a case," JJ walks in and I hear Derek groan as he turns back around.

Never in a million years.

———————————AN: poor spencer is so lost.

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