RSVP - Spencer Reid x Reader

As I expected, I didn't hear from Spencer after the reception.

It was disappointing but life went on, we were both busy adults who barely knew one another, one night in an atmosphere made to feel romantic didn't mean a lifelong friendship or more would ensue.

Not that that stopped the old bestie from getting personally offended upon her return from her honeymoon.

"What do you mean you haven't seen him?" She gasped.

"Exactly what I said, he took me home, I got out of the car and then we went our separate ways."

"Not even a peck on the cheek?"

I laughed and shook my head before moving onto another subject.

A couple of weeks turned into two months and she repeatedly brought the subject back to Spencer and the happenings in his life that she learned about.

How he had helped to solve the case.

How he had been hurt during a case, though it was only minor bruising.

How he'd tried a new coffee place.

"I think he's talking to someone," she said one day, jarring me from my thoughts.

"Oh really?" I asked, trying to ignore to slight pang that jolted my heart, "what's their name? Is it getting serious?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "she isn't you so what do I care?"

"Kind of biased," I laughed.

"I'm allowed to be."

"Well you only think he's talking to someone, so what does it matter? It doesn't matter anyway because we haven't talked since your wedding."

"Which surprises me, you had a connection."

I rolled my eyes a little but still smiled at her.

"I'm sure it was just the environment and besides, we didn't exchange numbers or anything, relax."

"Come on, just talk to him, I can get you his number."

"No! You just said he's talking to someone, I don't want to suddenly spring up and jinx it if he is."

"Well no but they may not even be a proper thing, love doesn't happen over a wet weekend."

"It did in Thor."

"But we're not in Thor, are we?"

I gave her the hardest look I could and shook my head.

"The answer is no, just leave him be, your ship is not sailing."

Though the thought still lingered in the back of my head long after the conversation.

A repetitive cycle of 'what if' scenarios that always lead to me not lying along in my bed.

Typically I wouldn't mind but now that she'd implanted the thought of Spencer sharing his with someone else, I felt lonelier than I ever had.

Singlehood was fine and dandy, I was perfectly happy, so why did I get a pang of jealousy and hurt thinking about a man I truly barely knew with another?

It was a strange limbo.

I wanted to know everything about the development of the relationship while simultaneously not wanting to know anything at all.

"I hate it," I grumbled around my panini, "what do I do?"

"You could take the offer," Arch suggested, biting into his own food.

This was a month and a half after being told the news.

Having to get out of my own thoughts, I met up with my ditch-a-date best friend, Arch, to have dinner and talk about them with a non-biased person instead.

"But wouldn't it be weird accepting it so late? And being that random person on the phone who you met once?"

"You really have no idea how people start dating, do you?"

"I do, in movies and the like."

He rolled his eyes, looking at me as though I were hopeless.

"Just take her up on the offer, it sounds like you had a great time and you're overthinking things."

"But what if he is developing with someone else?"

"So what? You can still be friends."

I mulled over this for a further week and a half, eventually giving up on holding myself back and shooting off a text to ask her to give me his number, or at least ask Morgan to ask Spencer if it was okay for me to have his number.

A little surprisingly, on my end at least, he said yes and through the pipeline of our friends I finally got a number to save into my phone.

One that still took me a week to build up the courage to text.

It was a little later than I'd typically like to text someone, if I had to text anyone at all.

I was curled up on my couch, a movie playing away as I snuggled in my blanket and let my mind drift off.

My phone pinged with a notification.

Picking it up, I saw that my 'waste time' game had refilled on lives and was ready to play again.

My fingers flew across the screen to unlock the device and instantly my eyes fell to the contact logo, an irregular thump coming from my heart as I thought of Spencer.

After hovering my thumb over the button for a couple of really long seconds, I let out a sigh and loaded up the messaging app with a resounded; "Screw this."

I hastily typed out a message, nothing fancy or long winded, just a quick; 'Hi, this is the weirdo you met at the wedding, hope we can chat soon,' and sent it before I could mull over it too much.

Though I instantly regretted sending it, as was typical for sending any kind of message to a new constant, whether over the phone or online.

I had a habit of thinking about it too much, worrying that I was bothering the person or that they'd look at my message and roll their eyes but act cordial with me, sometimes it'd get to the point where my hands would get shaky and a strange shuddering came over me.

Like then.

Waiting for a reply was the worst five minutes of my life to immediate memory, I thanked the God I didn't believe in that he didn't leave me hanging any longer.

It wasn't anything special, or at least didn't read as anything special, just a returned hello and an acknowledgement that he did remember me.

His way of typing came across as very blunt and cold, though I did recall being told that he wasn't great with technology, so I simply put it down to that.

Reading text is such a varying subject when it comes to tone and, from what I knew, I doubted that Spencer was a grumpy texter when he had to do it.

With a long sigh and a relieved smile, I then chewed on my lip as I thought about what the best course of action was.

What could I talk about?

Did I say sorry again?

Ask about updates on his life? Ask about cases?

Maybe ask about the rumour?

Shaking my head, I let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"No," I said to myself, looking back at the screen, "too soon."

After another minute of contemplation, I took the dive with another long breath to calm my nerves.

I'd dread the time waiting for the answer, but I'd done it and I should have felt proud about making a move first.

It wasn't anything big, it would just be coffee.

Catch up coffee between potential friends, that's all it would be if he said yes.