a simple touch [reader x spencer reid]

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

tw: mention of drugs

The stupid alarm was still blaring around the house. It seemed to get louder and louder. Instantly, you grabbed your pen and took Spencer's hand, doodling random things. The amount of anxiety you're holding in seemed to increase the longer you stayed in New York.

Grant Anderson, a field agent, is still bent down, hands on his knees, still trying to catch his breath. He put down the iPad carefully on the floor as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What's the problem, Anderson?" Hotch spoke, straightening his posture. 

"The security system was triggered by a car waiting at the front of the gate. The computer set off the notification because it didn't recognize any of the faces that were saved; the ones being us." the agent replied, staring at everyone. 

"Who's coming now this late?" you asked, glancing at the watch on your wrist.

"According to the facial recognition software, it's Gaetano and Theresa Badalamenti."

You gulped, reliving the events that happened at their house a couple of days ago. 

You looked up at the rest of the team and couldn't read the faces on them, it was a mix of confusion, anger, and exhaustion. The last one being more able to recognize. Out of everybody, Aaron looked the most worried; the creases on his forehead indicated that.

"What are we going to do boss?" Anderson questioned, focusing on the unit chief. 

"You are going to grant them access. And the rest of you, go get ready." he pointed at every single person on the team. "And we'll pray that tonight goes well."

With no hesitation, the team separated into their individual rooms, gathering whatever they packed in their suitcases. Making your way to the walk-in closet, you snatched the first sweater you saw and put it on. You left the leggings on, trying not to put too much pressure on the semi-injured ankle. 

Spencer followed your actions, but with a light blue button down shirt. He ruffled his hair a bit, smoothening out the loosened curls. Walking to the mirror, you styled your hair in a low bun, taking out two strands to shape your face. Your boyfriend smiles at you, grabbing his cologne and spraying it on himself. 

After glimpsing at your reflection one more time, the two of you headed downstairs meeting the rest of the group. Everybody had their appropriate attire on, displaying their undercover persona. 

Derek and Aaron wore matching black suits, with unnecessary sunglasses on the bridges of their nose. 

JJ had a red apron wrapped around her tiny figure with a high ponytail for her hair. 

Emily had a little maid outfit on with a bandana tied on top of her head. In a tight hold in her right hand was a gray feather duster.

Rossi was simply putting the magnetic board away and settling the files back in briefcases that were put into a private room. With him being a chauffeur he was going to stay in his room for the rest of the visit.