"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh.
Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't."
"2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an...
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You called Spencer's phone, as you sat in your office. "Hey," you began.
"Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, I actually can come to the phone right now with a very special message that your mother is a," Spencer said before hanging up. You looked at the phone in shock before putting it down.
An hour later you got a call from Spencer. You picked up, hearing his gentle voice. "Hi beautiful angel."
"Spence, what was the special message about my mom?" You asked, laughing.
"Oh my god that was you. I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean it. Morgan gave my number to reporters and I've been getting calls all day."
"Why would Derek do that?"
"I don't know Y/N. But I've got to get back to him."
"You're a genius. You'll come up with something amazing."
"I mean, I don't think genius applies but," Spencer said trialing off. You grinned, his rambling making butterflies appear in your stomach as per usual.
"Spencer Reid, have I told you I love you?"
"Hmm, I don't think so," he teased. "I love you more pretty girl. I can't wait to come home to you."
"Hurry up," you muttered. "I don't sleep well without you."
"Neither do I Y/N. I've gotta go, I'll be home soon," he whispered before hanging up.
Two days later you were half asleep when Spencer slid into bed, wrapping his arms around you. Your turned in his arms, his touch waking you up. "Sorry to wake you," he whispered. You shook your head, kissing him softly in response.
"I'm happy you're home."
"I'm happy to be home," he replied, kissing you again. You pressed yourself against him, making him groan. "Y/N, don't."
"Spencer shut up," you muttered, your hands reaching for his boxers. Spencer kissed you harder, pressing you against the bed.
"It's 2 am Y/N," he whispered.
"I'm aware. I missed you," you said, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"I can tell," he teased, kissing you to muffle the sounds of your late night activities.
In the morning you woke up to see the space next to you was empty. You sat up and held your head in your hands before standing up and putting on one of Spencer's shirts. Hushed voices came from the main floor, making you freeze in your spot on the stairs.
"It's called being in love Spencer," a female voice said. You squinted, trying to figure out what was happening.
"I know JJ. It's just, how's she going to take it?"
