Spencer Reid: Oneshots

"Transference"

Summary: Reader gets out what they need to say when put in a situation with Spencer.
Warning: Near death, guns.

"This is so stupid," you mumbled, placing your gun into the holster.

"Well, there's no point in complaining, is there?"

"You sound like my mum."

Spencer scoffed. "We didn't control that we got paired up for this stakeout, okay?"

"Didn't your team organize it?"

"Well yeah...it's our case. You guys are just helping."

"Then I suppose you had a say in the partnerships."

"Are you implying that I tried to get us to sit in a car together for hours?"

"Is it true?"

"You're so full of it, Y/N."

You snickered. "Lighten up a little bit. You're still just as dense as when we were together."

"I'm not dense..."

"Spencer, you got freaked out when I kissed your cheek during a movie because you didn't want to break PDA laws."

"It was a public place!"

"I kissed your cheek!"

"What? Do you want me to just make out with you topless in this car? Or is that also dense?!" Spencer paused, his face turning bright red. "That did not at all come out how I—"

You pursed your lips, trying your hardest to not burst into laughter. "If you quit being so obnoxious, I'd take you up on that offer." You brushed past the boy, chuckling to yourself. "You coming?"

"Coming where?"

"Uh the car..?"

Spencer quickly shook his head. "Uh yeah! Sorry."

You grinned. "Let's move."

You thumped your head against the dashboard.

"Dammit."

"What?"

"Your head thumping knocked my cards down."

"What are you even doing?"

"Solitaire," Spencer replied, scooping the scattered deck up.

"Next thing you know, you'll have a little mini chess board to play on."

Spencer slowly slid the board into his bag. "Haha, that's uh ridiculous."

"I'm bored."

"We're on a stakeout mission, we can't just go."

"I didn't ask to! I'm just stating my feelings."

"Oh yes, please keep doing so."

You rolled your eyes. "Can we play Go Fish?"

"Are we 7?"

"You in or not?"

"...Fine." Spencer dealt out the cards. "You start."

"Got any 4s?"

"Go fish."

"No way!"

"Yes way."

"What even are the odds of that?"

"About 7 percent."

"Rhetorical."

Spencer shrugged. "Got any queens?"

"You're joking."

"Nope."