a simple touch [reader x spencer reid]

c h a p t e r f i f t e e n

fun fact: this was a real FBI case. I just added little things to it for the story. 

*disclaimer: I don't speak Italian. Anything written in the said language comes from Google Translate and will be translated in the comments. Also, anything in italics is when Y/N isn't there.*

You walked into the BAU clumsily, trying to keep your balance while wearing Spencer's converse. Currently regretting bringing the 5 inch heels to the club, your boyfriend insisted you wear his shoes for more comfort. 

All the agents walking by were staring at you and the famous doctor, you still wearing the red latex dress and him not wearing any shoes. You, Spencer, Emily, and Derek went to your appropriate desks, waiting for Hotch to come out of his office. 

You heard a groan from the bullpen glass doors and turned your head towards the noise. The sight ahead of you made you chuckle. Your second father figure, Rossi, was wearing a black tuxedo with the bowtie loosened around his neck. He was  running his fingertips along his forehead, clearly being affected by the brightness of the ceiling lights. 

You smiled at him as he walked towards you, him returning a smile as well. He took off his blazer and placed it around your shoulder, patting it softly.

"You must be cold, bella." he announced quietly, giving your head a small peck. 

"Thank you." you replied, nodding slowly. 

The team averted their gaze from whatever they're doing to the sound of Hotch's door clicking open. You observed him: his hair was a mess, he was still in his clothes from yesterday, and his eye bags were getting bigger by the second. 

He stood near the railing of the balcony and looked up at the team. "Roundtable in 10." he declares, sounding exhausted. Everybody nodded in agreement and went back to what they were doing. 

You started to grow nervous, so you moved your office chair to Spencer's desk, sitting next to him. You sat down on the chair and opened up your purse, looking for a pen. Grabbing one of the personalized ones the bureau gave you, you took Spencer's hand and started drawing on it. 

You felt his palm tense beneath your fingers and slowly relax. You instantly felt bad that you interrupted his reading session and immediately retracted.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked, moving your chair to face him. 

You bit your nails out of habit and he snatched them out of your mouth. "For some reason, I'm really nervous for this case." you replied, moving your hands around your body. You had to do something to keep your mind occupied. 

Spencer put the pen back in your palm and stuck out his hand for you to continue doodling. You smiled shyly, drawing a little book and smiley face; while he occasionally lifted his hand to flip a page of his book.