Spencer Reid: Oneshots

Meet the Parents Pt. 2

Summary: After the mess with Reader's parents, Reader and Spencer meet his.

"Vegas is a lot crazier than I ever imagined."

"This is mild, it's only 3 pm. Try coming to the Strip at night."

You grimaced. "I think I would rather not."

"That's fair," Spencer said, grinning. "I have something better for us to do tonight."

"That sounds oddly flirtatious out of context."

"What's flirtatious about visiting my mom?"

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him. "You're making me sound like a creep."

"You are."

"Oh screw you."

"That's far more flirtatious."

"It is if you make it that way," you replied, smirking.

Spencer snickered, a pleasant silence falling. "You doing alright?"

"I'm in Las Vegas with my favorite person in the world, why would I be anything but alright?"

"Y/N," Spencer whispered. "Even if you hated them, leaving your parents like that isn't easy."

"Can we just...not talk about them?"

He nodded slowly. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine just...ya know."

"Yeah, I do."

"Tell me about your mom." Your hand snaked into his.

"Well...she loves to read, maybe more than anything—except me."

You giggled.

"When I was a kid, and she'd get—" He hesitated. "—bad. I just knew that reading and books would help even the slightest bit."

"I wonder where you get that from."

"Right?"

"What else?"

"She's been really good lately, so she got to ride a mule at the Grand Canyon. Isn't that nuts?"

"A mule?!"

Spencer chuckled. "I reacted the same way."

"She sounds quite adventurous."

"Unlike yours truly."

"Well, we can't be exactly like our parents. Luckily in my case."

Spencer frowned at the slight sorrow in your voice. "You are nothing like them, I promise."

"Thanks..."

"Now cmon, my mom can't really wait to meet you much longer."

"She knows me?"

Spencer cleared his throat. "Just a few things."

"That's sweet," you hummed softly.

"Just in here." He motioned to the building in front of you both.

"Alright."

Spencer slowly approached the door, cracking it open. "Mom?"

A peaceful humming sound.

"Mom."

"Spencer!"

"Hey," he said softly.

"Come in, why are you standing there?!"

"Hey, do you remember Y/N?"

"From the letters?"

He laughed. "Yeah, from the letters."