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Midnight snack (spencer ried x reader)

Hey guys I thought if this last night btw (h/t) means home town.
Your 17 brother has been missing for one day now. His is the fourth kid to go missing in a month. The police called in the FBI when your brother went missing. Your mother called me two hours after your brother went missing and I came down from Washington, D.C.
"Why haven't they called," your mom said passing the floor.
"Mrs. (L/n) please calm down," SSA Aaron Hotchner told your mother.
The front room is filled with FBI agents and (h/t) police officers. You were in the kitchen making lemonade for everybody. Your hands were shaking so much you dropped a glass cup.
"Damn it," you shouted.
Everyone ran into the kitchen with their guns in hand. They saw it was just you and lowered their weapon and went back into the living room.
"Hey it's okay," a blonde girl said placing her hand on your shoulder.
You looked at her and noticed she was pregnant.
"I'm JJ," the blond said.
You bent over and started to pick up the glass. She started to help you pick it up with you when a man came in.
"JJ I've got this you go sit down," you heard a voice say.
JJ walked out of the room and the man help you pick it up. You were putting the glass in the sink and a piece cut your palm.
"Shit," you said under your breath.
"Here let me see," the guy said taking your hand.
You looked up and saw a man with medium brown hair and hazel eyes.
"It's not that bad," he said looking up at you. "Where is your first aid kit?"
"Above the stove."
He came back and placed your hand under water. He cleaned your hand and put peroxide on it.
"Ow," you said.
"Sorry."
He put a band-aid on your cut and wrapped it up. He looked up at you and you at him.
"I'm (y/n)," you said still looking in his eyes.
"Dr. Spencer Reid," he said holding his hand out.
With out thinking I grabbed his hand with my hurt one.
"Ow," I said laughing.
Spencer helped you finish pouring the lemonade and grabbed some cookies you had and put them on a plate. You all brought them out to the front room and just sat their waiting for the kidnapper to call. Spencer and you talked for a while. He has a PhD in math, chemistry, and engineering and bachelors in psychology and sociology and he has an IQ of 187.
"Wow hey Einstein," you said patting his shoulder.
"Actually Einstein had an IQ of 160," he said with a straight face.
Ring ring. I grabbed Spencer's arm in fear.
"Just stay clam and just talk about your son," agent Hotchner told my mother.
She picked up the phone and took a deep breath.
"Hello," my mother said.
"Missing something."
"What do you want."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes I'm missing my son."
"You are a terrible mother you know nothing about him."
"Then let him come home and he can tell me what he wants."
"You will never have him again."
The phone connection went dead. You let go of Spencer's arm and walk into the kitchen.
"Morgan, spencer stay here in case they call back again," Hotchner said.
You watched as your mother and father walked to their room. Spencer and Morgan walked into the kitchen and saw you sitting at the table with an unopened beer in your hand.
"(Y/n) you should get some sleep," Morgan said.
Without saying a word, you get up and walk into your room. You tried going to bed but it wouldn't work. You looked at clock and notice that it's 1 am. You get out of bed and sneak into the kitchen passing both of the sleeping FBI agents. When you can't sleep you always get up and make food and clean. So you started making (f/dh) favorite dish. While you were acting for it do be done, you decided to do the dished. You grabbed your headphones and blared (f/b) Favortie band. While doing the dished you turned on the garbage disposal to make the water go down. You noticed that is wasn't working so you took out your earbuds and tried it again. You quickly turned it off when you heard a fork was stick in it. You put your earbuds back in and continued to clean. You didn't know that the noise work up spencer. I walked into the kitchen with his gun in hand but up it away when he say that it was just you. He walked up to you and  placed his hand on you shoulder. You jumped in fear and then laughed when you saw it was just him.
"I'm sorry I woke you," you said taking out your earbuds.
"What are you doing up you should get some sleep," spencer told you.
"I can't sleep, not when I'm in my room and not hearing my brother screaming at his video games," you said grabbing your (f/dh). 
You offered spencer some but he turned it down. Both of you went to sit at the dinning table and just talked.
"Tell me about your brother," he said.
"My mom told you everything she know," you told him.
"Sibling most likely know more about each other than parent do. It's very likely you know more about your brother than you mother does," spencer said spewing facts.
"Okay, well he stays up till midnight playing video games or watching tv. My senior year I didn't want to walk him home because he was 13 so he walked home by himself. He is quiet violent at times," you started saying.
"I'm what ways?"
"He got in a fight when was 12."
Your eyes started tearing up. He looked at you and moved to the chair next to you.
"It's all my fault. When we were younger, he told me a car would stop next to him while walking but I just told him to go ask if they had candy. God I'm such a terrible sister," you cried.
"Hey it's not your fault. And your are not a terrible sister," he said placing his hand on yours.
"And how would you know that," you said through the tears.
"The pictures of you and your brother. 'A picture is worth ten thousand words.'," he told you.
"Fred R. Barnard," you said wiping your tears away.
You looked into his hazel eyes and something unexpected happened. He kissed you. He pulled away immediately and apologized.
"You should get some rest," he said when he saw you yawn.
You nodded your head in agreement.
"Good night doctor," you said walking into your room.  
The next morning you woke up and noticed that spencer and Morgan were gone. You went back in your room but stopped when you heard noise in your brothers room. You opened the door and just saw your mother in their with a game on the tv but just sitting on his bed.
"They left because they have a suspect," your mother said holding your brother's pillow.
"He is going to get mad if he finds out that your were playing his games," he said jokingly.
For the entire day, you and your parents told embarrassing stories about your brother. You guys were having a good time when the door bell rang. Everyone's heart stopped for no reason. You got off the couch and went to the door. It's probably another casserole from a friend. You opened the door and the last person you expected to see was standing there.
"Hey," he said nonchalantly.
Your mother came to the door and busted into tears.
"(B/n) brother's name ," she cried.
She grabbed him and squeezed him until he couldn't breath. Your father walked over and grabbed both of the and cried tears of joy. You saw Spencer behind your brother and gave him a hug.
"Thank you for saving my brother," your cried.
"It wasn't just me," he said.
"Shut up," you said kissing his cheek.
He and the rest of the FBI left and you grabbed your brother and laughed.
"I was joking about asking the van for candy," you said laughing.
"But they had (f/c) favorite candy and wifi," he said hugging you.
He let go of you and handed you a piece of paper.
"The nerdy one told me to give this to you," he said.
You looked at the paper and saw that it was his card.
"Your a terrible brother," you said looking up at him and rubbing his head. "You didn't bring any candy back."