Reid and Reid Ship Oneshots

Date Night

(I don't write about Alvez x Reid very often, but it's pretty cute 😊)
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"Spencer, are you ready? We have to leave soon." Luke called from their bedroom, having just finished getting dressed himself.

"I don't think so..." He replied, a tinge of uncertainty in his words.

"Are you ok?"
Luke left from their bedroom to find Spencer in the bathroom. He was standing in front of the mirror, his hair like it usually was and his clothes not much different from what he usually wore.
"Is something wrong?" He asked again.

"I got toothpaste on my shirt." Spencer pouted, turning from the mirror to have Luke see the white stain on the collar of his brown vest.

"You can just change." Luke smirked, suppressing a laugh, "But you'll have to be quick or we'll be late." He began to walk out of the bathroom, expecting Spencer to follow him. But he didn't.

"But I was going to wear this one." He said.

Luke now understood what the problem was. Making sure Spencer was comfortable was more important than getting to their reservation on time.

"I'll help you get changed." He said, taking Spencer's hand and leading him into their closet.
Once inside, they both felt a little cramped. It was technically a walk-in closet but it wasn't very big.
"Do you want any of my clothes?"

Sometimes Spencer would want to wear Luke's shirts or jackets while at home. He always said it was comforting.

"No." He replied, rubbing one of his eyes.

"Is the stain on your vest or your shirt?" Luke asked, having been turned around rummaging through Spencer's side of the closet.

"My vest."

"And your shirt is pink, so what color do you want your vest to be?" Luke pulled a vest off from a hanger and turned around with it. It was a common one Spencer wore, so he thought he'd like it more.

"Can I have a yarn one?" Spencer asked, basically saying no to the one Luke had in his hands.

He turned around to put it back and  dropped his happy expression. He hated when Spencer asked unnecessary questions. Why wouldn't he let him wear a yarn vest? He didn't need to ask permission.

"Of course you can. What color?" He asked.

Spencer thought to himself for a while. Eventually speaking after about thirty seconds.
"Brown, so it matches my shirt."

"But then it won't match your pants." Luke chuckled, slightly regretting his words.

"Is it ok if it's not matching? I want to keep wearing the pants I have on right now. Can I still wear them?" Spencer panicked a little bit.

"No no, I'm sorry. You can wear whatever you want. I shouldn't have said that." Luke smiled sadly. He pulled out a brown yarned vest from the wall of clothes and offered it to Spencer.

"No, it's ok. I just got confused."
Luke wanted to object what Spencer said, but he knew it'd just lead to a back and forth between them. So he just dropped it. 

"I'll wait in the living room for you." Luke said, exiting the room.

A few minutes later, Spencer walked out of their bedroom, fully clothed and with no toothpaste stains on his vest. His colors weren't necessarily matching; his pants black, his shirt pink, and his vest having multiple shades of brown. Luke didn't care though. It was satisfying enough to just be able to go out to a restaurant with Spencer. He didn't care what he was wearing.

"Are you ready?" He asked, lending his hand out to hold.

"Yeah, does my hair look good?" Spencer asked, taking Luke's hand and hesitantly brushing his hair back with the his other.

"Mhm." He nodded.

They were already ten minutes late to their original reservation, not to mention the commute they still needed to take, which they were walking. So Luke thought it'd be best to call them and ask if their table was still available before they got there.
As the two of them walked down the street, Spencer admired the stars, but was more interested in the planes that moved across the sky.

"Did you know that comercial airplanes actually travel 740 to 930 kilometers per hour?" He looked down from the dark sky to look at Luke for his reaction.

He had just gotten off the phone. "And what's that in normal miles?"

Spencer only had to think for a few seconds before answering.
"851.577 to 1070.22."

"Why do they look so slow from here then?" Luke encouraged him to talk. He was usually quiet whenever they were out in the open together.

"Due to something called the motion parallax; things that are closer to us move past us faster than things that are farther away." Spencer smiled as he looked back up to the sky to try and find the planes again. Sometimes they could be mistaken for stars because of the lights on them.

"Who invented the motion parallax?" This conversation wasn't necessarily Luke's taste, but it was interesting nonetheless.

"Friedrich Bessel made the first successful parallax measurement in 1838, for the star 61 Cygni, using a Fraunhofer heliometer at Königsberg Observatory." Spencer rattled that off like it was second nature, not even having to think about it.

Luke stared at him for a moment. He was so smart and gifted. It was remarkable wasn't it? How he could just remember so many things, and read so fast, and be a Jack of so many trades. He was amazing.
At least that was Luke's completely unbiased view of him.

Spencer turned back from the sky after being unsuccessful in finding the same plane again, to lock eyes with Luke. He held his gaze for a few seconds before he looked away.

"Sorry." Luke said.

"Why were you looking at me when I didn't say your name?"

"I can't just admire you?"

Spencer blushed a little, and turned his head away from Luke and towards the ground.
"You can..." he said.

A few seconds of silence went by for Spencer to compose himself. Once he was calm, he turned back to Luke, and looked at their conjoined hands between them. That reminded him, "What did the restaurant say about our reservation?"

"They said the table is still being held, but that we can't be later than nine, or they'll give it to someone else." Luke explained, looking at Spencer's hair, as he was still looking down at their hands and his face wasn't visible.

When he still didn't look up or respond to Luke's words, he leaned in and kissed the swirl of his hair.
That got Spencer's attention, and he raised his head with an annoyed expression. He had just styled his hair.

"Sorry." Luke chuckled, readjusting their hands, as he could feel them start to get sweaty.

Just then his phone rang again, but Spencer's phone dinged with a message at the same time. They both traded questioning looks to each other.
Luke's caller ID was Hotch, and Spencer's messenger was Garcia. As Luke answered the call and Spencer read the iMessage, they turned to one another with a pouting face.

"We'll be right there." Luke sighed, "I guess date night has turned into case night." He laughed at his own joke.

Spencer continued to pout.
"Can we just go in these clothes?" He asked.

"Of course. It's not much different than what we usually wear." Luke slipped his phone back into his pocket, as Spencer had done that already. "Hotch said he apologizes for interrupting us." Luke smiled.

Spencer nodded, accepting the apology.
"We need to get there quickly. It must be urgent if they called us to a case tonight."

Work work work. It's such a pessimist.