Hell's Book of Random One-shots

The Card - Spencer Reid

To say that I had a mild heart attack would have been an understatement.

My chest felt tight, my hands were shaking and my throat ached as I stared at the card that was clasped tightly between my fingers.

I had been looking through a drawer that contained paperwork and other various scraps of paper, like the one I was holding.

It was stupid, of course it was.

All logical thinking lead to it being an old card, judging by how deeply into the drawer it was shoved but another part of me couldn't help but rationalise that sometimes even new things can get lost amongst the old.

Perhaps the perfect amount of rustling had shuffled it about to slot into its wedged position.

Or perhaps my mind was cruelly jumping to conclusions because I knew that Spencer would never think of going behind my back, he wasn't the type to play two girls against each other.

So, why was there a card with his details on that had a lipstick mark on the back?

There was definitely a rational explanation.

All the ones that sprung to my mind seemed fair and likely, the most unlikely was the one that didn't fit with the man I knew at all.

I wanted to scratch that one off the list, unfortunately my brain would repeatedly resurface that one scenario until I was forced to resign and let it linger.

Not that I could really blame myself, Spencer's a ridiculously attractive man in his own unique way and he's got popularity with the ladies, even if he refused to believe me when I mentioned that I'd noticed people checking him out as we walked around town.

Damn insecurities and paranoid thoughts, on both our ends.

Spencer was many things, many amazing things and a few irritating things, but a cheater was not one of them.

I fully believed that but couldn't get rid of the niggling feeling in the back of my head.

Looking the card over again, I use my hip to bump the drawer back into place just as Spencer walked back into the room, fresh from the shower and towel drying his hair."

"What you got there?" He asked, walking over.

I looked up at him then back down at the card.

"The most interesting thing," I replied, "it's an FBI card for one Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Oh, imagine that being here."

"Yeah," I nodded slowly, meeting his eyes, "especially one with a kiss on the back."

Somehow the impossible happened and his already pale complexion turned paler, his mouth going a little slack as his eyes widened.

"Where did you find that?"

"In the drawer," I said, indicating with a brief point, "while on the hunt for something."

"I can explain," he rushed out, though he obviously faltered as he fell silent while his expression clearly showed that he was thinking frantically.

Not that that was anything new.

"Hey, it's cool, I'm not going to judge if you're into wearing make-up and kissing random bits of card," I turned the back of the card towards him, "I'm more disappointed that you didn't share your shade with me."

He smiled in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

"You're not worried about it?"

"What? No. Relax, I'm not accusing you of anything, I'm a rational adult," I laughed, "it's just a surprise to find something like this among your boyfriend's things."

"I haven't thought about that in a long time, it's from an old case, I met a girl called Austin in a club," he paused as I raised my eyebrow and gave me a small shrug, "case stuff, but the point is that it helped us catch the guy but we don't talk anymore."

"I can tell it's old, it's got your old number on it."

"And you're not secretly mad and hiding it really well?"

"No," I smiled while shaking my head, "I have full faith in you, it was just surprising."

I turned back to the drawer and pulled it open.

"I'll put it back and then we can go and get some lunch."

He closed the space between us in a few strides of his long legs and stepped up behind me, wrapping one of his arms loosely around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder, his other hand reached out to pluck the card up before I could drop it back onto the papers

"No, we'll get rid of it, I don't need it."

A small hum left me as I stood up straight and rested my head back against his shoulder.

"Of course you don't need it, Mr. Photographic Memory."

I feel him jolt behind me then see him look down from my peripheral vision.

"But it's my own number on there."

"Shush," I pouted, "let me have my comeback."

"And let you live a lie? As your loving boyfriend, I can't allow that to happen."

"Pfft, a loving boyfriend would let me live my dramatic life and be irrational so that I can storm out and not talk to you for five months until we reunite and it turns out we have a two year old together."

Tilting my head up to grin at him, I couldn't help but to cackle at the expression on his face.

One of utter confusion, bewilderment and speechlessness.

Eventually he settled on amusement.

"You watch too many shows."

"Actually, I think you'll find that I read too many stories."

"All options spell problems for me."

"Mhmm," I smiled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips, "so you better behave."

Wiggling out from his grip, I swiped the card from him and sashayed across the room, turning to look at him while dropping the card into the bin.

"Come along, detective, I'm feeling sushi tonight."

"And then you'll introduce me to our secret child?"

Shrugging on my jacket, I tilted my head back as I laughed again.

"Sure, sounds fair."