Spencer Reid One Shots

Hello

Mondays were the worst. Not only were the customers, who all were desperate for coffee, really unfriendly and impatient, I mostly didn't have the best mood as well at the very beginning of the week. But let's be honest: who is in a good mood on a Monday morning? I don't even know one person who is.

People were literally running into our coffeeshop to get their daily dose of caffeine as fast as possible. Me and my co-worker Lindsay were busy making coffee after coffee and to cash the money. We almost didn't even have any time to take a breath and take a minute of a break. Once again I was wondering why our boss didn't want to employ another barista to help us. Although this was a quite small coffeeshop and nothing compared to Starbucks or something similar, we could've really needed another pair of hands. „Everything's okay?" I've heard Lindsay's voice next to my ear and I gazed over to her, nodding. „Sure. I might be quite new here but I already worked as a barista." I gave her a smile and she smiled back, letting out a deep sigh. „I'm so glad I don't have to introduce you to all this stuff here. There's already enough work to do" she said and pointed to the queue which seemed to get longer and longer as the minutes passed by. „Let's bring this to an end as soon as possible. In one hour and a half it will be more quiet, you'll see." I tried to be optimistic and without any other word we caught up our work again: giving people their oh-so-needed coffees.

„Hi, may I have a cup of coffee Americano, big size, please?" While I was preparing the order of my next customer, I turned around to see where this voice came from, I couldn't even tell why. It might have been because of the sound of that voice, which was warm and low and soft. A young man with short, but messy hair and a brown shoulder bag was standing there; dark bags under his eyes. He looked really tired, like he didn't have had sleep since a few days. No wonder he just ordered the strongest of our coffees. He paid and then walked on to me. I was preparing his coffee now while feeling him looking at me. „I could make you a double one if you'd like. You look like you could need tons of caffeine." Before I would've been able to stop myself from talking, the words had already left my mouth and I felt my cheeks starting to burn, as they turned red immediately. Oh my god. There was an attractive guy in the shop for once and I just couldn't shut my mouth. But he didn't look offended by my words, he even smiled a bit when he said: „Well, I'm tired indeed. But I wasn't aware that it'd be this obvious." He ran his fingers through his hair and it got even messier. I couldn't help but smile back while placing the big coffee to go in front of him. „I hope all this caffeine will help you." He sighed while nodding and waved at me shortly before he left the coffeeshop again. A little sigh escaped my mouth now as I watched him walk away. I was sure he'd be on his way to work. „Hey, stop daydreaming, Holly", Lindsay suddenly said and I winced. „I'm sorry" I murmured and hurried to get back at doing what I was paid for: making coffee. Some with flavors like caramel or vanilla, some with milk, some black but with sugar and some just black, without anything else added...

But I couldn't get this young, tired but attractive man out of my mind anymore. Maybe I'd be lucky enough and he would show up again the next day? I must admit, I hoped so...

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A few days went by without the stranger showing up again and today was a really calm day. Maybe the calmest day ever so far. Not many customers had found their way into our coffeeshop, not even in the morning. I was glad I didn't have much to do, because Lindsay was sick. She'd showed up at 6am with a terrible cough, which was really worrying me so I'd told her to go home and see a doctor. I promised to call our boss if there suddenly should appear tons of people, but I really doubted so.

I just finished some cleaning; we had to clean the huge coffee machine twice a day and also the few tables that were standing in here, when I've heard the little doorbell jingle. I looked up and recognized the young man from some days ago. A little smile appeared on his face when he came over to me. „Hi." His hands were hidden in his trouser pockets and he looked kind of shy. „Hi" I said as well, giving him a huge smile. „A coffee Americano?" I guessed and he let out a loud laugh. „How did you know?" I just shrugged. „I just guessed to be honest." He frowned. „Well then, I'd like to have that coffee indeed." I prepared it as fast as possible and handed the cup to the handsome man. „Are you working here all alone today?" He asked while looking around, obviously searching for any co-workers of mine. I nodded. „Yes, it was really quiet here today so far and my co-worker suddenly got ill so I told her I'd be able to manage that day alone." He looked surprised, even a little bit impressed and I kind of felt proud. I couldn't even figure out why, but I did. „So...what about you? What kind of work do you do that makes you this tired?" I now wanted to know. There weren't any other customers in at this time of the day - it was like 4pm - and the young man didn't look like he wanted to leave immediately. So I just took the chance. He smirked and leaned on the counter. „I'm working for the FBI. I'm part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit." My jaw literally dropped to the table. I would've never ever expected this handsome, quite shy guy to work somewhere like the FBI. „So...that means you're profiling and hunting all these murderers, psychopaths and stuff?" I asked and he nodded. „Basically, yes."