Spencer Reid: Oneshots

Waiting Game

Summary: Reader and Spencer are on a stakeout during a freezing snowfall.

"I hate these," you whined.

Spencer snickered, pulling out a book. "They aren't so bad."

"Okay, you can't be on the lookout for a murderer if you're reading a damn book."

He pursed his lips. "Touché."

You took the book, tossing it in the back seat. You swore you heard a small gasp from Spencer as it fell. "Doesn't distract from how sucky stakeouts are."

"At least you're not with Hotch, he sits in silence with his binoculars and just stares."

You chucked. "Seems about right."

"Though I'd prefer that to Rossi's incessant talk about cigars."

"For someone who complains about everyone else being boring on stakeouts, you're pretty lame too."

"Me?! I'm not lame!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who brought a book?"

Spencer scoffed. "I'm an entertaining person."

"So entertain me." You leaned back against the door of the car.

"I could...tell stories."

"I'm not 5."

"Jokes?"

"You think newspaper comic strips are funny."

"They can be!"

You sighed. "You're lucky you're pretty."

The corners of his lips resisted curling upwards. "You think I'm pretty?"

"I'd be pretty blind to say you aren't, gotta say."

"Oh...cool."

"Why? Want me to?"

Spencer cleared his throat. "Just a uh question."

"How long has it been?" You asked, changing the subject.

"42 minutes and 17 seconds."

"Kill me now."

"Probably not the best thing to say as we're waiting for a murderer."

"Right..." You grinned sheepishly.

"December stakeouts suck the most," Spencer sighed.

"It's so dumb that we can't have the car on."

"Would you like to be cold or die?"

"Point taken." You exhaled cold air, pulling your FBI jacket tightly around your body.

"It's snowing," Spencer whispered, looking out the frosted window.

"No way!"

Spencer smiled slightly as your demeanor changed at the mention of the falling frost. He watched you excitedly pressing a cheek to the window, ignoring the frostbite feeling and staring at the droplets with such bright eyes.

"I can't get out and make a snowman, can I?"

"Make snowmen after we catch murderers."

"You're no fun."

"Do you—"

"—wanna die? I heard you."