a simple touch [reader x spencer reid]

c h a p t e r f o u r t e e n

It's been almost three weeks, since Spencer was discharged from the hospital. You've been driving back and forth from his place to yours, packing several bags of his clothes as he stayed at your house. 

That's what you were currently doing. You were 2 minutes away from his apartment complex, singing your heart out to the music pumping throughout the speakers of your car. 

You parked your car in the reserved spot next to Spencer's Volvo. Fumbling with his keys, you finally turned the lock to be introduced with the smell of coffee and old books. The first time you came here, you didn't have the time to look around. Actually not look around, more like profile Spencer. The job was starting to impact your personal life more than you would like it to be. 

Walking into his closet, you grabbed a couple pants, dress shirts, and vests. Before closing the wardrobe, your eye caught the glimpse of a navy blue Caltech sweater, which you decided to throw in the bag so you could wear it. Moving onto his dresser, you opened the drawers and seized some boxers and 3 pairs of pajamas. 

You zipped up his duffle bag and went back to the main foyer. Spencer has finished reading all of the books that you had back in your place, not surprisingly, so you grasped a couple of them from the shelves he had built onto the wall. 

Before leaving, you scanned the place to make sure you weren't missing anything and fortunately you weren't. Your phone started ringing and you answered it, putting it in between your ear and your shoulder.

"Hello, my sunshine!" Penelope exclaimed, while you locked the door.

"Hey, Pen. What's up?!" you stated, now holding the phone in your hand. 

"Since dear boss is giving us the day off, Derek, Emily, and I want to hit the club." she said as you threw Spencer's bag next to you in the car.

"Garcia, you know that isn't really my scene."

"Come on, Y/N. You never come out with us. For me, pretty please." You can picture her blinking and pouting with puppy dog eyes. 

You fell silent. You aren't the biggest fan of clubs and all the people in them. But you did like to dance and sing. 

"Fine, I'll come. But I'm not drinking." you respond, connecting her to Bluetooth. 

"Yeepee! You won't regret it."

You hope so.

"I'm going to have Derek call Spencer and see if he wants to go." she added.

"Okay. Tell me when and where."

"Bye, my sweets!"

She hung up as you pulled up to your driveway. You opened the passenger door, grabbed Spencer's bag, and went up to your garage, putting in the code.