2. high

"I should probably get going," Spencer spoke over the sound coming from the booming speakers, tearing his gaze away from you as he looked over at Julia, giving her a restrained smile. "It was really great seeing you again though, Julia."

"Yeah, you too," she tried to say, but he was already gone.

"I... I- It was really nice meeting you. I'm so sorry," you said, throwing an apologetic smile her way before you took off after Reid, pushing past the people crowding the bar as you called after him, "Reid! Reid, wait up! Spencer!"

He turned to look at you, plastering a smile to his face as he asked, "What's up?"

"Oh, you are not about to act like that didn't just happen," you snapped, snatching his tie and wrapping it around your wrist as you yanked him down to meet your height, Spencer like the motherfucking Eiffel Tower compared to your shorter stature. "What did she mean sub?"

His eyes widened as you spoke, pulling his tie out of your grasp as he said, "(Y/N), there's people here."

"So? You think they can hear me? The music's louder than screamo in here."

"Come here," Reid grumbled under his breath, grabbing your wrist as he dragged you away, a sudden surge of excitement coursing through your veins knowing what your colleague was into now.  Once outside, he tugged on your wrist, turning you around to face him as a grin overtook your lips, watching him as he leaned into you. "What Julia said," he said to you, speaking to you authoritatively, "the team can never know."

"So it's true then?" You asked him. "You're a real-life Christian Grey?"

"I... Come on." Reid pulled you towards his car, reaching into his pocket to pull out his keys. You grinned to yourself. Looks like you weren't going to have to ask him for a ride after all. He pulled the passenger side door open for you, letting you climb inside before he closed the door behind you, walking around to the other side of the car to get in.

"Promise me you won't tell the team," he said, looking over at you, an ominous fire raging in his eyes as he gripped the steering wheel, turning the keys in the ignition. "Promise me."

"Okay. Sure. Yeah. I'll promise," you told him. "As soon as you tell me what the hell she was talking about."

He turned away from you, letting out a convicted sigh. "What do you want me to say, (Y/N)?" He asked you. "Julia basically already told you everything you need to know."

"So you are into that?" You asked him, watching him as he pulled out of the parking lot, refusing to meet your gaze as he swallowed the growing lump in his throat. "BDSM and all that?" He didn't answer you as he turned down the street, heading in the direction of your apartment. You looked over at him, hitting his shoulder lightly as you said, "Spencer. Answer me."

"Yes, okay?" His grip tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his jaw, his voice barely above a whisper as he responded to you, "Yes, I... I'm into that."

You leaned back in your seat, crossing you arms in front of you as a smirk tugged on the corners of your lips. "You know," you said to him, clicking your tongue in approval, "this actually doesn't surprise me. It's usually always the last person you expect."

"You're not weirded out?"

"Are you kidding? I'm into that shit," you laughed. "I mean... I've never actually tried it— never met someone who would want to try it. But I've always been interested in it."

"You're being serious?"

"Reid, if I wasn't being serious, then I probably wouldn't be saying it."

He paused for a moment, shrugging his shoulders at you before he said, "Well, I mean... if you are serious, then I know a couple guys I could introduce you to that would be willing to show you a few things as their submissive."

You looked over at him, a pout forming against your lips as you asked him, "What makes you think I'm a submissive?"

His reaction to your words took you completely by surprise. He let out a low laugh, glancing over at you briefly before he turned away, a sly grin tugging on his lips. Your jaw fell open, hitting his shoulder again as you cried, "What!?"

"Well, for starters, it's something you've never done before. Also, you're always looking for new ways to get into trouble."

You rolled your eyes at him, smirking at him as you said, "Okay then, Mr. Grey." You laced your fingers together in your lap, gazing out your window for a moment before you boldly decided to ask, "So what do you do then?"

"(Y/N)-"

"-Or, at least, what have you tried?"

He didn't say anything and you looked over at him, placing your elbow on your knee and cupping your chin in the palm of you hand as you smirked up at him, asking, "Have you ever spanked a girl before?" You heard him clear his throat quietly under his breath and you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you grinned. "No way! You have! The infamous Dr. Reid punishing someone? That's... strangely hot, actually. What else have you done? Called her your dirty little slut?"

"(Y/N), stop. You're drunk."

"That's a yes," you gleefully laughed, looking at your other hand as you turned your nails over, inspecting them, a wide smile stretching across your lips. "And I'm not drunk, I'm just curious."

"Well, when you're sober, we can have this conversation again, and I can see if anyone I know would be willing to experiment with you."

"Why can't you just show me?"

Reid's jaw fell open, looking over at you incredulously as he said, "(Y/N), I- I don't think you realize what you're saying right now."

"Why not?" You giggled. "I mean, we're friends. I trust you. Wouldn't it be better if someone that I know and trust and somebody who knows and trusts me shows me that part of their world?" When he didn't answer you, you snapped your fingers in his face, saying to him, "See, you agree with me."

"No, I'm just thinking. You had a lot to drink tonight so I don't know if I should take you seriously or blame it on the vodka."

"Again, I'm not drunk," you groaned, hitting your hands in frustration against your lap. "I'm just bold. Life's too short to be embarrassed and spend all your time dwelling on the past. Learn from your mistakes and move on— that's what I always say. I live by the philosophy to speak your mind, no matter the consequences, otherwise you'll never get anywhere in life."

You heard Reid laugh beside you, and you looked up at him, flashing him a smile as you asked, "What?"

"You are not like most girls, (Y/N)."

"I try to set new standards," you shrugged at him, turning to look out your window, smiling as you played with the hem of you dress and asked him, "So you'll do it? You'll show me?"

"I... I have to think about it."

"Well, don't think too hard," you teased, reaching out to ruffle his hair as he pulled the car up in front of your apartment complex. "It'll give you gray hair. Then I really could call you Mr. Grey."

You started to open your door, hearing Reid say, "(Y/N)," before he reached out, grabbing your wrist. You looked back at him, noticing the worry lying behind his eyes as he asked you, "You won't tell the team... right?"

You grinned at him, shaking your head as you said, "I won't tell a soul, Spencer."

~~~

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟.

"Unfortunately, we lost nine victims to the Moonlight Slayer— the murders each taking place at night, the victims being discovered with the shape of a crescent moon carved into their chest. Thanks to the superb work of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit team, the unsub was apprehended safely and no one else was harmed," you spoke to the press, gathering up your papers and hitting them against the podium, evening them out. "The unsub's name is Celeste Grimswell. She believed herself to be the goddess of the moon, Selene."

"Agent (Y/L/N)!"

"Agent (Y/L/N), over here!"

"Agent (Y/L/N)!"

"You," you said, pointing to one of the reporters.

"Why did Miss Grimswell murder the victims in such an odd fashion?"

"She thought she was losing her control over the moon and killing was helping her to regain her power," you replied. "But, sadly, she was actually losing her fight to breast cancer. Next question?"

As the reporters continued to berate you questions, you noticed movement from the back of the room and you looked up, noting that Reid was there, watching you. You gripped the papers in your hands, your mind flashing back to the conversation you'd had with him a week ago. You weren't kidding when you said that you wanted him to show you that part of his world. Honestly, you knew you would be more comfortable if it was him showing you and not just some random stranger, seeing as how you'd already known Spencer for a year now— you trusted him. Plus, it wasn't like Reid was unattractive— he was actually extremely attractive. Sometimes you'd catch yourself ogling at him around the office and you'd have to force yourself to look away, feeling your cheeks redden with embarrassment.

Your mind also drifted back to what he'd said to you that night in the bar.

Do you mean that?

That son of a bitch wanted to know if you were being serious— if it was really something you wanted to try. You knew, deep down, he actually wanted to do it with you. He was just trying to be respectful that night when you were, in fact, completely and totally wasted.

You watched as his gaze lingered on you for a moment more before he turned around, leaving the room. "Uh... Thank you for your questions. That's enough for today. Please— if there's anything else you'd like to know, feel free to email me." You left your papers on the podium, pushing through the audacious crowd of flashing cameras and screaming reporters as you ran out of the room, looking down both hallways before deciding to go in the direction of the parking lot.

You noticed Reid was starting to get in his car and you cried out, "Reid! Reid, wait! Hold up!"

He looked at you, climbing out of his car as he furrowed his brows curiously and asked you, "What's up?"

"Have you thought about it?" You asked, standing before him as you gulped, wrapping your arms around yourself. "About... showing me?"

His eyes widened, looking down at you with disbelief as he said, "I just... I... I assumed you forgot we even had that conversation. We haven't talked about it all we-"

"-Of course I haven't forgotten, stupid. I was being serious. I was just giving you time to decide."

Reid looked at you for a moment, his hazel eyes searching yours. You watched as his eyes raked down your figure, taking you in, memorizing your body language before he met your eyes again, a cautious smile stretching across his lips. "Okay. Um... Yeah. I'll do it. If you really want me to. Are you sure?"

"Yes, Spencer. Teach me."

~~~

𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.yoo i need you guys to be honest with me— a lot of people want me to write fear play but i know some people might be uncomfortable with that. i haven't decided if i'm going to write it yet, but if i did, would you guys be okay with that? and would you prefer knife play or gun play LMAOO

that's all. that's all i wanted to say. i hope you guys are enjoying the story so far ((: