a simple touch [reader x spencer reid]

c h a p t e r s e v e n t e e n

tw: panic attacks

*translations are from Google Translate and are in the comments!*

Anything  that's in italics is a flashback.

You and the team sat in the kitchen, scattered in multiple places around the massive island. Everyone had different manila files in their hands, scanning the objective of the case for the millionth time since entering the house.

You could practically recite the information on the papers after reading it so many times. The words start to blur on the page making you shut the folder, sliding it against the marble counter.

Somehow the team is still going strong, writing down notes and putting up pictures on the magnetic glass board. You got up from the stool carefully, watching your wrapped ankle stiff to the foreign movement. Of course, your dumbass achieved to get injured trying to manage in heels.

And you solely blame the agents that picked out your wardrobe.

Last night, you were invited to 'ladies night' with the women of the mafia. Women were only allowed, so you went alone as Gaetano invited Spencer over to the casino for a 'poker night.' You weren't scared for Spencer, you knew he could beat everybody with his astonishing memory and unlike you, he doesn't cause any trouble.  You managed slowly to walk up to the refrigerator, looking for something to eat.

The back car door opened as Morgan stuck out his hand for you to take, which you gladly took. Adjusting your black silk dress, you tried hiding the pocket knife strap that was attached to your thigh. Derek let go of your hand as he buttoned his blazer and placed his sunglasses on the tip of his nose, even though the sun set hours ago.

You looked behind you as you heard your actual name being whispered. Rossi rolled down the passenger window  as he signaled for you to come to him. You strutted towards him, leaning your arms against the door.

" Vai a calci in culo, bambina mia." he states, showing off his iconic smirk.

" Lo farò. Grazie."  you respond, giving him a little salute.

"I'll see you later, Anastasia." Rossi tips his chauffeur hat, rolling the windows back up.

You look back at Morgan and he gives you a reassuring smile, "Ready?"

"As I will ever be." you said, scrunching your dress in your hands, stepping up the steep stairs.

This house was definitely a good  3 times the size the house you and the team were staying at. It was a Victorian-styled house with multiple statues placed on display  and balconies built onto the stories of the home.

To say you were nervous was a major understatement, but with Derek on your tail, you seemed to dial it down a bit.

The black gates automatically open by themselves as two huge security guards greeted you, "Name?"