Gimmick [spencer reid x reader] ✔️

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"Is she awake?"

Spencer looks up at Blake, tapping his fingers against his knee. "She woke up a few minutes ago, but she asked for some space. So I'm just...." He trails off, gesturing to the roundtable room. "Waiting here."

After her fainting spell, Spencer had taken Y/n back to the BAU. He should have never taken her to the crime scene in the first place—it was too much for her. Too startling. She isn't desensitized like he is. He had put her on the couch in Hotch's office and had watched her slowly regain consciousness. He feels terrible.

Blake sits next to him, leaning her elbow against the table. "What is going on between you two?"

"I don't know what you mean," Spencer deflects, averting his gaze to the dark brown oak of the table, his fingers tracing the pattern.

"Spencer." Her voice is soft but stern, and he flicks his hazel eyes to hers. "I know it's none of my business but—"

"You're right. It's none of your—"

"But," she interrupts, "I'm worried about you. I see the way you two act around each other." She's quiet for a moment, leaning forward slightly. "Are you ready to move on? I mean, it hasn't even been a year since—"

"I know." Spencer swallows the lump in his throat. Sorrow swirls in his chest, battering against his ribcage. He inhales a shaky breath, trying to push the feeling down.

"Do you miss her?"

"I miss her every day," he whispers, fiddling with his fingers. "But she's...Alex, she's dead. She's gone."

"And you think you're ready to move on?" Blake questions. Her tone isn't accusing or harsh—it's curious. Her eyes search his, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Spencer hesitates, chewing on the inside of his lip. "It...feels right. Being with Y/n. That sounds stupid, I know, especially because I loved Maeve. I mean, I still do. I think I always will." A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "But I don't think Maeve would want me to be alone forever. I think she'd want me to move on. She'd be...happy for me."

"But do you feel ready to move on?" She asks again, tapping her fingers on the edge of the oak table.

"Yes," he whispers. "I think so. I mean...I like her, Alex. There's just...something about her. And we've only known each other less than a month."

"She makes you happy." It's not a question—it's a statement. A fact.

"Yes." Spencer feels the same warmth that creeps into his chest any time he talks about Y/n. The little inklings of affection weave together and begin to wrap around his heart, and Spencer can feel his smile growing on his face.

Blake gives Spencer a small smile. "I'm glad you're moving on, Spencer. It's good for you."

"Thanks, Blake," he whispers. "I don't wanna move too fast with her, though. She doesn't even know who she is."