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Y/N walked down the street absently, just wandering around the city on his day off to get some fresh air, happy to be out in the sun rather than cooped up inside doing paperwork or research. Sure, he loved his job, but the research was just a little bit much sometimes. However, when walking down the street you’re supposed to pay attention and Y/N wasn’t, so he promptly bumped into someone and almost fell down.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” The stranger said quickly, holding his hands up defensively.
“It’s alright, that was me, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Y/N said, getting his balance back then looking to the stranger he’d bumped into. The man in front of Y/N looked him up and down quickly, observing him.
“You uh, are very, pretty.” He said, nervously.
“Thank you,” Y/N replied, brushing the skirt of his dress off and scanning the stranger quickly. “I like your jumper.” He then added
“Oh, thank you! It’s quite old now but still reliable and good to wear for work, formal enough for the dress code but not so much that I feel uncomfortable.” He rambled, which Y/N couldn’t help but smile at.
“I’m the same with my work wear,” Y/N nodded, adjusting the strap of his bra. “Can’t be too stuffy or it’s just awkward and I feel stiff.” The man nodded, agreeing fervently.
“Your dress definitely fits in that category too. It looks light enough to not be too warm in the heat but isn’t showing enough skin to be inappropriate and it fits well without looking particularly tight.” Y/N laughed softly and held out his hand.
“I’m Y/N.” He introduced, the stranger looking perplexed for a moment before taking Y/N’s hand and shaking it.
“Spencer. Uh, sorry if this is too intrusive but I thought that was, a uh a guy's name?” Spencer asked hesitantly.
“Oh, yes, it is. I’m trans.” Y/N quickly explained, waiting for the negative reaction.
“Oh! That makes more sense then,” He commented, smiling. “Then let me correct what I said before, you look handsome.” He then added, his smile more nervous now, hoping he hadn’t done anything wrong. Y/N sighed in relief.
“Thank you Spencer, you’re quite handsome yourself I have to say.” Y/N replied, slipping his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket.
“Oh uh, thank you.” He said, face tinting a light shade of pink.
“Not used to compliments?” Y/N asked, chuckling at his reaction.
“No, not really. Especially not physical ones.” He commented, laughing awkwardly.
“Usually intelligence?” The shorter man asked, brow raised.
“Yes but they’re usually backhanded.” Spencer said, shrugging as he spoke.
“You annoy them?” Y/N asked, partly curious and partly upset that such a seemingly pleasant man isn’t valued.
“Well yes. I usually answer questions they didn’t ask or spend too long talking.” He agreed, smiling sadly.
“I do the same. I’ve got my master’s in psychology so sometimes people will make a complaint about parenting, and I give them tips and it just makes them look like they want to slap me.” Y/N laughed, and Spencer joined him.
“I work in the behavioural analysis unit for the FBI, my knowledge is pretty broad and as much as it comes in handy for cases more than you’d think people just think I’m a show-off.”
“You’re a profiler?” Y/N asked excitedly, eyes wide in admiration.
“Yes, have been for a while now.”
“I wanted to be a profiler for years, but I decided that I was better off as a therapist, they’re a bit more needed than criminal profilers. If I could go back in time and change anything, I think I’d change that choice.” Y/N explained, taking his phone from his pocket, and opening it quickly.
“Something wrong?” Spencer asked, looking at Y/N’s phone confused.
“Oh, no. Nothing wrong. Just wondering if I could get your number? I’d love to get coffee and talk all things criminals and just about anything really. Also, I think you’re cute and I’d definitely be happy if that coffee was a date.” Y/N asked nervously, offering his phone to Spencer for the taller man to enter his phone number.
“Oh, sure. I should probably get yours too then, just so I know who it is when you call.” He said, swapping his phone with Y/N’s with a smile, shocked that he’d just been asked on a date by a stranger after bumping into him.
Y/N quickly entered his name and number into Spencer’s phone and then asked for his phone back to check the number, quickly sending a file to Spencer’s phone to set as a custom ring tone before deleting the evidence and handing Spencer his phone back. Y/N was about to speak when Spencer checked his watch.
“I should really get going I have work.” He said
“That’s fine. I’ll text you about that date later.” Y/N replied and then said a quick goodbye and watched as Spencer walked quickly in the direction he’d originally been going in.
Spencer wasn’t late to work but he was close, which made his colleagues look at him curiously. Morgan looked to Hotch with a brow raised and Hotch just shrugged, returning to his office.
“I don’t think you’ve ever come in this late.” Morgan said to Spencer, leaning on his desk.
“I’m not late.” Spencer defended, taking some things out of his bag.
“Compared to when you normally come in, yes you are.” Morgan retorted, pulling over a chair so he could sit and continue to grill Spencer.
“Can I help you?” Spencer asked, just as his phone sounded. The sound was one he hadn’t heard before and so he didn’t immediately realise that it was his phone. The sound was a rather pornographic moan and upon the realisation that it was Spencer’s phone, he flushed a red colour and quickly tossed his phone into a drawer.
“Was that Spencer’s phone?” Elle asked, looking over curiously.
“I believe it was. That’s not very you Reid.” Morgan commented, smirking.
“What?” Spencer feigned innocence and did so poorly
“Who text you?” Elle asked, brow raised.
“I met someone this morning, if you must know.” Spencer sighed, and quickly took his phone from the drawer he’d put it in, checking to see what the text said.
“And you put that as the message tone?” Morgan asked, wheeling back to his desk.
“Not me.” Spencer said, distracted by the response he was sending to Y/N.
“So, what’s she like?” Elle asked, grinning.
“He.” He corrected, switching on his computer to begin working on some of his paperwork from the last case they worked on.
“You like men?” Morgan asked. Reid pondered for a moment on the question then nodded.
“I suppose I do, yes.” He agreed, taking a pen and some paper from inside his desk.
“You suppose? You say that like you didn’t realise that until now.” Elle commented.
“I did.” Spencer then said, looking up briefly at his two co-workers before returning to the work he was trying to when his phone sounded again. He quickly silenced his phone with a grimace and then got to work.
Y/N and Spencer texted through most of the day, laughing about the tone he’d set for Spencer’s phone and encouraging him to leave it as is and he did so (albeit reluctantly). They discussed Spencer’s past work and Y/N took it all in happily, learning about his co-workers in the process. They talked enthusiastically about criminological theory and Y/N even had a few chances to teach Spencer some things about his field of work.
The next day, around noon, Y/N got a call from Spencer that he quickly answered.
“Spencer?”
“Hey Y/N, sorry to bother you but is there any chance you can come to Quantico? We’ve got a case I think you could help with.” He said, pacing a little just outside of the meeting room where the rest of the team was waiting.
“Of course, I’d be happy to help. I’ll be there in…” Y/N paused to check the time and then considered it before continuing. “About twenty five minutes.” He finished, immediately standing to start getting ready.
“Thank you so much, I’ll catch you up when you get here.” Spencer said.
“Alright, see you soon Spence.” Y/N said, handing up quickly to get changed into some acceptable clothes. Not knowing enough about Spencer’s team to assess how they’d view him, Y/N picked out his binder before putting on a cream shirt and some black corduroy pants, grabbing a brown cardigan to go over the top if it went colder during the day, brushed his hair, then slid into his favourite smart boots before heading for his car.
As promised, Y/N had arrived within twenty five minutes and Spencer was at the door waiting for him.
“Hey, Spence.” Y/N greeted, Spencer smiling at the nickname.
“You look good.” He commented, taking in Y/N’s outfit.
“Thanks, we look like we could share a wardrobe.” Y/N pointed out as they began walking up towards where the BAU was.
“Just shows we dress well.” Spencer suggested, making the both of them laugh. As they approached the door, Y/N slowed, anxiety bubbling in his stomach.
“You’ll be fine. The team are great.” Spencer assured him, offering his hand with a small smile.
“Thanks.” Y/N took his hand, squeezing it gently and then the two walked in together, up to the meeting room where they had all the evidence on their board.
“You must be Y/N, I’m Gideon.” Gideon offered his hand to Y/N as he entered. Y/N took his hand quickly and shook it.
“I’ve read about you, I’m glad to be here.” Elle then stepped toward Y/N and offered her hand too.
“Elle,” She introduced, “Can I just say you look amazing.” She then said.
“Thank you.” Y/N replied.
“That is Hotch and that is Morgan.” Spencer then said, pointing out the two men looking at the board of photos.
“Oh, Y/N, thank you for coming.” Hotch said, turning for only a moment before returning to the board.
“You aren’t a guy.” Morgan said, staring at Y/N. His stomach dropped, face going warm.
“Morgan!” Elle yelled, turning to him sharply.
“What? I can see her tits from here and you’re gonna tell me I’m wrong?” He asked, pointing to Y/N’s chest.
“And I can tell from here that my cock is bigger than yours.” Y/N spat, pulling his cardigan around himself tightly to better hide his chest.
“Y/N I’m so sorry.” Spencer commented softly, turning his back to Morgan to stand in front of Y/N, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“I thought you would’ve mentioned.” Y/N admitted.
“I didn’t think it was important. You’re just Y/N.” Spencer replied, looking more upset that Y/N did about what Morgan had said.
“No wonder he had to think about it when we asked if he liked men. He doesn’t, just the fake ones.” Morgan then borderline yelled.
“Morgan!” Hotch scolded, grabbing his forearm.
“Out.” Gideon said firmly. Spencer took Y/N’s hand in his again, squeezing gently as a gesture of comfort.
“What?” Morgan asked incredulously.
“You can come back in when you are prepared to respect our guest.” Gideon told him, nodding for him to leave.
“Bullshit.” Morgan muttered, storming out.
Y/N breathed out shakily, smiling tightly at Spencer before approaching the evidence board where Hotch was still stood.
“So, get me up to speed.” He said, electing to ignore what had happened with Morgan and instead focus on what he’d been asked there to do. Between Hotch and Spencer, Y/N was caught up with the case and immediately plunged into his thoughts on it. Their victims were all children and based on the way they’d been attacked (the fatal wounds all below the shoulders) they believed that the unsub was also a child.
Y/N spent the rest of his day working with the team on the case, doing his best to avoid Morgan or, where he couldn’t, stay at Spencer’s side. For the most part, he succeeded, though after being sent out Morgan didn’t make any more comments, just gave Y/N some dirty looks. Though Y/N was sure that they could’ve come to the conclusions they did without his help, he was happy to provide it and just excited to be involved in the work of a group of profilers. As the evening drew to a close, the team was still working and hadn’t eaten in some hours and they were likely to continue working.
“Everyone must be hungry, why don’t I go pick up some food for us?” Y/N suggested, glancing around to see what everyone thought.
“That would be very kind.” Hotch said, smiling kindly at him.
“What would you get?” Elle asked
“I was batch cooking last night, so I have about enough for everyone of a cheese and chicken pasta dish that I like. Creamy cheese sauce, chicken and spaghetti.” Y/N replied, smiling.
“That sounds good.” Spencer said, smiling and nodding his approval.
“I’d definitely eat that.” Hotch agreed.
Once the rest of the team had given their yes, Y/N head out to his car to drive home. He’d need to reheat the food and then cover it so it would keep its heat until he returned to Quantico, though after a moment he realised that the purpose of tin foil is to keep food warm and so it would be less difficult than he’d originally thought to keep it warm. When he arrived, Spencer called.
“Spence? What’s up? I just got back.” Y/N said, running his fingers through his hair as he walked through to the kitchen.
“Oh, nothing is wrong, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He said softly.
“Yeah I’m fine the drive-“
“I meant after what happened with Morgan earlier today.” He clarified quickly. The line went quiet for a moment and Y/N sighed.
“Yeah, I’m alright. I just wasn’t expecting it after how casual you were about it but I shouldn’t have let my guard down. I know better than to expect acceptance.” He said, turning on the oven and retrieving the dish from the freezer.
“You shouldn’t need to expect that. Hotch is speaking with him now that you’re gone so he won’t say anything again.” Spencer explained, leaning against the wall behind him.
“He really doesn’t need to do that. I’ve dealt with worse.” Y/N replied.
“I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to have to where I work, especially if you’re there to be nothing but helpful to the team.” Spencer said gently, really wishing he’d gone with Y/N.
“Thank you, Spencer, you’re so sweet,” Y/N paused. “How about for that date, instead of coffee, you come to my place? I could cook something nice for us and we could watch a documentary together on the couch.” Spencer smiled warmly, thinking that a cozy night in sounded much better than going out for coffee.
“That sounds great.” He agreed.
“Good, later this week?” Y/N suggested.
“I’ll say yes but it depends on how work goes.” Spencer said, grimacing.
“I know, that’s alright. If you can’t just let me know ahead and we can reschedule.” Y/N told him, sliding the dish of pasta into the oven.
“Okay, I can hear Elle calling me so I’m gonna go. I’ll see you when you get back.” He said quickly.
“Alright Spence, see you soon.”