The Call Of The Void- A Spencer Reid x reader Fanfiction

Six minutes

Spencer had begun to feel very claustrophobic inside the little bar. Most of his friends were on the dance floor by now, but he had denied their repeated requests to join them for fear of the germs that may be residing in between all those bodies squished together.

So, when Garcia came back to their table to grab her drink, he asked her to tell the others that he would be vacating the premises in favour of a germ-free environment in his home. She reluctantly agreed, and Spencer stepped outside.

He paused to the side of the bar, inhaling the smell of fresh air and... smoke? Spencer looked to his left and saw a woman, he guessed about three years younger than him, with waist length black hair that was camouflaged against her halter neck black dress lounging against the brick wall, smoking.

"You know for each cigarette you smoke it takes-"

"Six minutes off of your life. I'm aware of the statistics, Dr Reid."

Spencer looked the woman, confused. He didn't think he had ever seen her before but she had obviously heard of him.

"How-"

"I attended one of your presentations Doctor, I found it fascinating, you are clearly very passionate about your work."

Spencer's eyes were locked on the woman, there was something about her that emanated darkness and he had the strange feeling he was being watched although the woman was staring straight ahead. He analysed her bone structure, the way her slender fingers were curled around her cigarette and the way her lips pursed when she blew out the smoke.

"Take a picture" The woman said, putting the cigarette to her lips and inhaling. "It'll last longer"

"Oh no I wasn't-"

"Quite alright doctor. So, do tell, what is a man like you doing in a bar like this?"

Spencer muttered something about spending time with his colleagues and the woman let out a laugh, elegant and lady like, like something you would hear in a 1950s black and white film. Her laugh sounded like it should belong to someone like her.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not a massive fan of bars, I came here with my colleagues too, but they've all left by now, I'm only here because I can walk back to my house and don't need a ride. Now, you've been staring long enough, what have you managed to profile about me?"

"Well uh, I couldn't tell you particularly anything, other than you're either near or far sighted, from the way you can do things easily without looking at them?"

"I though you were supposed to be the best of the best, Spencer." The woman laughed again, but this time it was a different sort, the soft 1950s edge had disappeared and was replaced by an ice cold side, sharper than a knife. "And I am neither far nor near sighted, I was born blind, but gradually regained my sight as I got older. That is why I can do things others can't."

Spencer inwardly groaned at himself, how could he have not thought of that? It was obvious now he knew, so why had he not noticed it? He blamed it on his increased heartbeat, which was probably caused by the mix of alcoholic drinks and sudden chill in the air.

"Well I'm sure I'll see you soon, Dr Reid." Spencer was snapped out of his train of thought when the woman began to walk away.

"Wait! It can't be safe for you to walk home alone in the dark so late, please let me walk you home" He ran after her, his words falling out of his mouth before he had even though of them.

"I didn't peg you up as such a gentleman, Doctor. Thank you, I would appreciate that."

She slowed down in order for him to catch up to her, and as they walked Spencer spewed out statistics about the dangers of women walking home alone. She did that enchanting laugh again and Spencer found himself hanging on to every syllable, the sound of her laughter like the sound of a stream hitting rocks, or the barely audible vibrations of a hummingbirds wings as it nestles inside a flower.

Claudette bid the doctor farewell as she entered her flat building, but then turned swiftly around and gave him a kiss on the cheek, letting out her laugh once again when his cheeks turned crimson and he let out a nervous laugh of his own.

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Claudette's face immediately relaxed once she entered her apartment, her shoulders rolling back as she stretched her arms out.

"Irene?" She called out into the darkness. A familiar figure was sat on her sofa, her head rested in her hand.

Claudette lifted Irene's head out of her hands and up towards her, Irene's earth brown eyes looking into her olive green ones as their lips met.