Fine Line [ spencer reid x reader ] ✔️

TWENTY EIGHT

warnings: mentions of drug abuse/addiction

"Come on, pretty boy. Spill."

Spencer groans, swirling the wooden stick in his coffee cup. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Morgan leans against the counter, raising his eyebrows. "Yes, you do. Come on, who is she?"

"No one," Spencer mutters, turning to face Morgan.

Morgan sighs. "Reid. You seem happier than I've see you in a long time. Come on, I thought I was your best friend."

Spencer bites the inside of his cheek, taking a sip of his coffee. He looks around the bullpen, worried. Y/n had left a while ago, finished with her paperwork for the day. "Fine. Come here."

He brushes past Morgan, pushing open the glass doors of the BAU. He hears the thud of Morgan's shoes as he follows him down the stairs and out the doors of FBI Headquarters. Spencer doesn't stop until he gets to a cement wall, setting his coffee cup on the wall before hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of it. Morgan's lips tug at the corners as he settles himself next to his best friend.

Spencer hesitates, picking up his coffee cup. "It's...uh, it's Y/n. We're, uh....I don't really know what we are, but we're not just friends." Spencer takes a sip of his coffee, turning his head to look at Morgan. "I...am in love with her."

"I know," Morgan replies, a small chuckle leaving him. "You think I can't see the way you look at her? Or the way she looks at you?" Morgan shakes his head. "You two are always paired together on cases. You think your little touches are sneaky, but I see them."

Spencer pushes his brows together. "I—"

"Kid," Morgan interrupts. "Ever since she joined the team, you've acted...different. Less distracted. Happier. And I noticed her change, too. She used to be quiet. Kept to herself. But now—"

"She's different," Spencer whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I...I don't know if she loves me back. I said it, but she...didn't say it back. And I understand. I do. I'm not—I won't fill you in on the details, because it's not my story to tell, but she's been through a lot."

Morgan laughs, shaking his head. "Kid, she loves you. I don't know how you two act in private, but if it's the same as how you two act in public, I can definitely tell you that girl loves you." He's silent for a moment, looking at Spencer. "You're right; I don't know what she's been through. But whatever it is, you must've played a big part in it. That much is clear."

Spencer's quiet, taking another sip of his coffee. "She makes me happy, Derek. No—it's more than that. She makes me forget what it ever felt like to be sad. What it ever felt like to be alone."

"Then tell her that, Reid. Life's too short to keep shit bottled up. I know you already said it, but maybe you should say it again. Explain to her how you feel."