10. where you belong

The look on Spencer's face said it all as he gripped the pencil in his hand, absentmindedly scribbling notes on the page in front of him as he scrunched his nose. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to. Everyone's going!" Morgan laughed in response, balling his napkin up from his breakfast bagel and throwing it at him, the napkin landing in Spencer's lap. He quickly picked it up, holding it by the corner and cringing as he stood from his chair, walking over to the trash can nearby to throw it away.

"I never really have any fun when I go out with you guys, though," he said, dusting his hands off on his trousers before he returned to his seat. "I mean— I don't drink, I don't dance, and I especially don't do what... you... do."

"Pick up girls, you mean?"

"Yeah, that."

"Reid," Morgan chuckled as Spencer looked at him, furrowing his brows. "You're constantly asking yourself why you can't ever seem to get a girlfriend. Do you ever think that maybe it's because you never even try?"

"That's very rude. I happen to think the good doctor is very charming," you said, passing by Morgan's desk as you smacked your hand lightly against the back of his head, grinning at him as he shot you a sore look.

"You're just saying that because you two have been seeing each other," Morgan shot back, winking at you.

"That's a lie, and Garcia's gonna pay for ever telling you that," you grumbled as you walked over to Spencer's desk, leaning against it as you smiled at him. "Oh, come on, Reid. The team hardly ever goes out! Just this once. Please?" Spencer looked at you, pressing his lips into an opposing thin line. "Fine. How about this— if I offer you a ride, which means I can't even drink— will you come?"

"I'll consider it," Spencer sighed.

Giggling, you reached out, ruffling your hand through his curls as you stood from his desk. "Okay, now, hold on," Morgan said, raising his hands as he looked at you, raising his eyebrows. "All it took was a ride? A free ride? Are you sure nothing's going on between you two?"

"Even if something was," you giggled, placing your hands on Spencer's desk as you leaned forward, smirking at Morgan, "would you be jealous?"

Morgan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms as he smirked back at you. "No, I wouldn't, actually," he replied. "Do you wanna know why? Because everyone knows that you and little Einstein here belong together."

"Keep dreaming, Derek," you laughed, giving Spencer a small wave as you pulled away from his desk, his cheeks a light shade of pink. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got stuff to do that is actually worth my time."

Morgan stuck his tongue out at you and you brandished your middle finger at him, hearing Hotch call your name from his office as he gave you a warning look. You hid your hands behind your back, keeping your middle finger up as you walked past Morgan, glancing over your shoulder at him and giving him a wink before you laughed, climbing up the steps of the catwalk to go to your office.

"I don't know where that girl came from," Morgan said, laughing, "what planet she was born on— if she's even human— but she is something else."

Spencer watched you as you left, your hips swinging as you walked, his eyes admiring the way your pencil skirt curved around your ass, hugging your hips. "Reid," Morgan called to no avail, Spencer cupping his chin in the palm of his hand as he leaned forward on his desk, his thoughts drifting back to him fucking you in that hotel room, the way you moaned when he fucked you in the jet bathroom, the soft giggles that rolled past your lips whenever you teased him.

"Reid," Morgan called again, throwing his pencil at him. The pencil hit him in the shoulder, Spencer nearly jumping out of his seat as he looked at Morgan, his eyes wide. Derek burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, man," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Try to keep the drool at a minimum, okay, pretty boy?"

Heat flooded Spencer's cheeks as he picked the pencil up off the ground, throwing it back at him. "Then mind your own business," he said, curling his fingers around his own pencil as he tried to refocus his thoughts on the paperwork in front of him, his mind only seeming to drift to flashbacks of your body flush against his, the way your eyes sparkled in the darkness, your smile alone able to light up an entire room.

"Man," Spencer heard Morgan laugh, dragging him out of his thoughts. "I don't know what she did, but something about her's got you whipped."

"Stop reading into things," Spencer told him, forcing his head down as he gripped his pencil, completely unaware of what he was writing on the page in front of him, the only thing registering in his mind was you.

~~~

The blue one. It's the same dress that you wore the first time we went out together as a team after you joined the BAU.

You narrowed your eyelids as you read the text from Reid, an amused smirk pulling at your lips as you responded back to him, How do you even remember that dress?

Does the term "eidetic memory" not ring a bell?

Damn. Sassy much?

You deserve it. :)

You laughed at his response, clicking on Spencer's contact at the top of the screen before you hit the FaceTime icon, the phone ringing a couple times before Reid's confused face flashed across the screen, his eyes widening as soon as he saw your face. "Wait," he said, knitting his brows together, "since when can you see someone's face on a phone call?"

You looked at him, confused. "Have you never FaceTimed before?"

"What's that?"

"Ah. That explains it," you laughed.

"Hey— I don't like technology. You know that."

"Yeah, and I don't understand why," you snickered. You set your phone down on the dresser before going into your closet. "So the blue one, huh? Tell me— what's gonna happen if I decide to show up in a black dress instead?"

"You know what's gonna happen. Wait— so I can close out of this app and use a different one while I'm on the phone with you?"

"Jesus, you really are a technophobe," you laughed, pulling the blue dress off its hanger before you walked over to your phone, grabbing it and snickering, Spencer's face unreasonably close to the screen as he examined the features on his phone, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Why blue, though? Black is more my color," you told him. "It's dark. Like my soul."

"You do not have a dark soul," Spencer chuckled.

"How do you know? Maybe there's a secret side of me you just haven't seen yet, Dr. Reid," you said, smirking at him.

"Actually— why don't you ever wear other colors?" Spencer asked. You couldn't help but giggle at the way you could tell he had his phone held out in front of him as far as his arm could reach, half his body fitting into the tiny frame. "I'm not saying you look bad in black, but, I just... you always look prettier in color, i- in my opinion.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. "Thanks, I, uh... I'll take that into consideration in the future. Hey, I'll be there in thirty. Are you ready to go?"

"I've been ready."

"Yeah, in your trousers and your vest and tie, I bet," you giggled. "That's literally all you ever wear."

"I hope you know," Spencer grumbled to you, "that you're not funny. And because I've let you get away with being such a brat, I've got something special planned in mind for you. I'm glad you don't plan on drinking tonight. I want you to be sober when I punish you to the point that you have to beg for me to stop."

"That'd probably be a whole lot sexier if you weren't holding your phone like a grandpa," you giggled. "On a more serious note, I should probably go. I need to finish getting ready. See you soon, little boy," you snickered, blowing him a kiss as he scowled at you before you hung up on him, setting your phone on the bed.

You parked in front of Spencer's apartment complex thirty minutes later, wearing the navy dress that he'd told you to wear paired with nude heels. You smiled at him as he opened the passenger side door, climbing in beside you as he smiled over at you, his eyes raking down your figure. "You look nice," he said, his eyes meeting yours.

"Thanks, genius," you giggled.

"Looks like you followed my instructions." He leaned in closer to you, his fingers grazing over the small of your back as he brought his lips beside your ear, whispering to you, "Maybe I won't have to punish you so harshly tonight after all."

His words made you shudder, your grip tightening on the steering wheel as his hand snaked down to your lap, his fingers pulling at the hem of your dress. "Was that," he asked, his voice thick with desire, "good enough?"

"It was decent," you whispered, gulping as you bit down on your lip, Spencer's hand dropping between your thighs, his fingers ghosting over your clit. You willingly parted your legs, allowing him easier access to you.

"You always make it so fucking obvious when you're turned on," he laughed harshly at you. "You go from an intolerable brat to putty in my bare fucking hands." Spencer slipped his fingers into your panties, smirking at you as you leaned your head back against the headrest, whimpering at his abrasive touch. "I bet you'd like it if we just stayed behind and took this upstairs, wouldn't you?"

"Spencer," you whimpered, your breath catching in your throat as he started to rub your clit, a soft cry leaving you.

"Is that what you would want?" He asked. His breath was so hot against your skin, you wanted to fucking scream. "Tell me, darling. Is it?"

"Yes."

"Good."

In a fraction of a second, his hand was gone, and you gripped the steering wheel in your hands, a groan of frustration leaving you at the brash loss of contact. Spencer leaned back in his seat, chuckling darkly as he folded his hands together in his lap, telling you, "That will show you not to tease me."

"I hate you," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned your keys in the ignition, trying to still the beating of your heart.

"Drive," Spencer ordered you, smirking at you as you pulled out of the complex, your cheeks flooded with color.

You pulled out onto the main street, heading towards the bar as you pushed your thighs together, your hands twisting over the steering wheel. Spencer looked at you, laughing cruelly as he asked, "Not so talkative now, are you?"

"Shut up."

When you arrived at the club, Spencer grabbed you by the wrist, saying, "Wait. You're forgetting something."

He reached into his pocket, pulling the choker out, his fingers tracing the silver charm before he looked at you, smiling. You pulled your hair to the side, letting him hook the choker around your neck before he pulled his hand away, his fingers grazing along your skin. "Just so that you remember," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.

You smiled. "That I'm yours."

"That's right."

"Can I ask what you have planned for me tonight?" You asked, pulling your keys out of the ignition.

Spencer laughed at your words. "That's for me to know," he said, winking at you, "and for you to find out."

"There you guys are!" JJ walked over to you as you and Spencer walked into the club, pulling both of you into hugs. "We were starting to wonder where you guys were."

"Yeah, this idiot couldn't decide what vest he wanted to wear," you said, throwing a smirk Reid's way as he looked over at you, shaking his head.

"Dance with me, sugar muffin!" Garcia cried as she ran over to you, dragging you onto the dance floor. You laughed as you started to dance with her, your hands running over your body as you moved to the beat of the music bouncing off the walls of the club, the sound waves pulsating throughout your body.

You noticed Spencer watching you from across the bar, a smile playing on his lips as you winked at him, running your hands through your hair as you danced with Penelope. He leaned back against the wall, grinning at you as you smirked back at him, jutting your hips out at him. His eyes raked over your figure, licking the corner of his lips as he pushed his hands into his pockets, bouncing back and forth on his heels.

"I'll be right back!" You shouted to Garcia over the loud music before you left the dance floor, walking over to where Spencer was standing. You grabbed his hands in yours, pulling him towards you as you cried, "Come on! You owe me!"

"I... No, I- I can't dance!" He laughed, trying to pull his hands out of yours.

"Bullshit! Need I remind you what happened the last time you refused to dance with me? Come on," you laughed, pulling his arms. "I mean, unless you do want a Leila Williams situation of our own on our hands if another one of your subs walks in here."

"You know those movies made a joke out of BDSM, right?" Spencer asked, raising a brow at you as you pulled him onto the dance floor.

"Yeah, but they were still fun to watch— and fun to use to make fun of you," you giggled.

"Desperado" started to play over the speakers and you laughed, dancing in a circle around Spencer as you puffed your chest out at him, smirking at him as his cheeks flushed bright red, watching you. You stood at his side, giggling as you moved behind him, dragging your hand across his back, moving to stand in front of him. Running your hands over your body, you winked at him and tossed your curls over your shoulder, blowing him a kiss.

"You're teasing," Spencer said as you danced in a circle around him, pressing your back against his before you moved in front of him, giggling.

"It's not teasing if you join in," you remarked. "Come on! Let loose for once. You're always so uptight."

"I am not uptight."

It was as if that was all you needed to stay as Reid started to bounce on his heels, a loud cheer of accomplishment leaving you as he flashed you an awkward grin, swaying side to side to the music.

"Here I come," you giggled, moving in front of him as you placed your hands on your knees, bending over in front of him as you grinded your hips against his, hearing him gasp loudly behind you.

"Don't do that!" He cried.

"Why?" You giggled, turning around to face him as you threw your arms around his neck. "Afraid you can't handle me?"

"I know I can handle you." Spencer grabbed your hand in his, pulling you away from him as he spun you around in a circle, pulling you back into him.

"So you've said," you grinned at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you swayed with him to the music thumping around you.

"I can!"

You giggled at his response as he looked down at you, a smile pulling at his lips. "What is it about you?" You heard him ask. "You're just... You're so different from..." His voice trailed off as his hands gripped your hips, the colors from the bar lights washing over you as you stood there in the middle of the club, gazing into each other's eyes, the beat dropping around you.

You crooked your neck, smiling up at Spencer as you asked, "Different from what?"

Spencer gazed at you, his eyes searching yours in the midst of the confusion, the wonderment, and the fascination flowing between you two. His eyes flicked down to your lips, biting his own as he looked up at you, your heart pounding against your rib cage as everything and everyone started to fade away— it was only you and Spencer in the world, wrapped up in each other's arms, dancing to a song that was no where near slow, but you didn't care.

"Come here, you."

You let out a sharp gasp as your wrist was grabbed, a tall, clearly drunk man pulling you into his arms, grinning at you as he said, "It's my turn."

"Uh... No, that's okay. I'm sorry," you said, placing your hands over his shoulders as you attempted to push him off you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Come here, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you," he laughed.

"Hey." Spencer reached out, gripping the man's wrist as he glared at him. "She said no."

"She's so pretty, though," the man laughed, his hand snaking down to your ass and grabbing it, a loud gasp leaving you as you thrashed your body against him.

"Stop! Let me go!" You cried.

You barely had a chance to react when suddenly the man was yanked off of you, your eyes widening as you watched Spencer swing his arm back, his fist colliding with the man's face.