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The team watches curiously as Spencer sits at his desk, fiddling with his phone, clearly deep in thought. And he is. JJ had just brought them a case in New York, the location piquing his interest for reasons unknown to his team. After a moment, he dials a number. The phone rings once, twice, three times before there’s a hurried answer.
“Spencer?”
“Baby, hey,” Spencer says softly. “I didn’t know if you’d answer or not, I know you’re really busy with your shows.”
“Never too busy for you, my love,” you reply, smiling. You hold your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you rush around the theatre. “How’s my genius boy doing?”
“Missing you,” Spencer murmurs. “And I have a question…”
“Oh, do you?” You muse, smiling to yourself. You yelp in surprise when one of your costars grabs you around the waist from behind. “Jesus Christ, Michael!” You exclaim. “I’m on the phone!”
“Shit, sorry,” Michael says, letting go of you. “They want you in hair and makeup in a few minutes, I offered to come grab you.”
“Alright, tell them I’ll be there in five, okay?”
“Hi, Spencer,” Michael says into the phone, knowing exactly who you’re talking to. You chuckle, shooing your costar away. He scampers off, leaving you to return to your conversation with Spencer.
“Sorry about that, Michael’s being a dick,” you say through a laugh, starting to make your way to where you’re wanted. “I have to get to hair and makeup. What was your question?"
"JJ just caught us a case in New York. It’ll take a few days but I was wondering if there’s any way I could get tickets for the team to go to the show?” Spencer asks hopefully. “I know it’s probably a lot to ask, I know you may not be able to.”
“I’ll pull the card that you guys are FBI, I’ll make it work,” you say with a smile. “You really wanna come see my show? Spence, you’ve seen it like seven times.”
“What, do you expect me to get tired of seeing you perform?” Spencer says happily. “I’m the luckiest man in the world that I get to see you perform both at home and onstage. You really think you can get us tickets?”
You grab a pen and a pad of sticky notes off someone’s desk as you continue your way to hair and makeup, uncapping it with your teeth. “How many of you?”
“Seven. Me, David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau.”
“Seven…” you murmur to yourself, noting the names so you can book the tickets. “Got it. I’ll see what I can do and I’ll give you a call when I get a chance to let you know. Keep me updated on your case, I’d love to see you if you get a chance.”
“I’ll see, love,” Spencer says. “Do you perform tonight?”
“In…” you check your watch on the inside of your wrist. “Three hours, yeah.”
“Alright, then, I’ll let you go. You’re going to do amazing, babe.”
You chuckle softly, tucking the pen behind your ear. “You say that every time."
“Because it’s true every time. Okay, I’ll let you go. Text me if you need anything and call me when you get out of the show, alright?”
“Of course. I love you, Spence.”
“I love you too, darling. Good luck!”
“Thanks, baby. Travel safe. Wait, one more thing?”
“What’s up?” He asks softly.
“You said a case,” you murmur. “I know I can’t know the details, but… is it really bad?”
Spencer softens, knowing exactly what you mean to ask. “You and your cast are safe,” he replies gently. “Just… maybe buddy up if you’re out alone. More for my peace of mind than anything, but still. It couldn’t hurt.”
You sigh, slightly reassured by what he said. “Got it. Michael’s in the same hotel as me, I’ll stick around with him when we need to. I’ll keep you relentlessly updated, you’ll be sick of me,” you tease, grinning.
“I could never be sick of you,” Spencer says happily. “Anyways, I’ll let you go so you can get ready. I love you.”
“I love you too. Travel safe!”
You and Spencer hang up. He looks up from his desk to see some members of the team staring at him. His face flushes red. “What?”
“Who was that, Reid?” Prentiss asks teasingly.
“I- Uh-”
“Hey, guys, time to go,” JJ says, walking into the bullpen to gather everyone to head to the plane. Spencer grabs his go bag from under his desk and immediately following JJ to avoid answering any questions.
Spencer’s not ashamed of you, far from it. He never has been, never will be, and you know that. He just keeps your private lives private, and you definitely don’t mind it that way. Well, you’re okay with him keeping you two private from his team, but you can’t help but tell your costars everything about him, which is how Michael knew who you were talking to when he jumped you. Spencer knows your costars as well, having come to visit us through rehearsals whenever he could.
You rush to hair and makeup, finding some of the backstage team there. “Hey. Michael said you needed me?”
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Hours later, the show’s over, you and the cast bow, and you’re soon offstage. You head to hair and makeup to get everything off.
When you’re out of costume and no longer in your show hair and makeup, you find Michael and ask if he’d want to walk back to the hotel together. He agrees, saying he just wants to get out of his stage stuff first. You still have to pack your stuff up anyway. You step away to call Spencer as you pack your duffle bag. He picks up after a few rings, sounding sleepy.
“Baby?”
“Hey, angel. Show just finished, I’m heading back to the hotel with Michael soon. You in the state yet?” You ask curiously, clapping some of your costars on the back as a goodbye as they leave while you continue to wait for Michael.
“Yeah, we got in about two hours ago. How was the show?”
“Oh, it was awesome,” you say with a happy sigh, leaning against the wall closest to you. “We had damn near perfect audience reactions- and I nailed that part in Grease Got A Hold that I had been worried about, you know the one.”
“I remember, yeah,” Spencer says softly.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, no, not at all,” Spencer says through a yawn. “Just getting tired looking at the case files.” You frown and check your watch.
“Baby, it’s almost midnight. Go to sleep,” you say gently.
“No, I wanna talk to you,” he murmurs in a soft voice. You smile to yourself.
“I know, darling. But please, you’ve gotta get some sleep, you’re on a case. I’m heading back to my hotel right now, Michael’s just finishing up and we’re walking back together. I’ve got some choreography to work on tomorrow and I’m going out to lunch with the boys. I’ll text you or call you whenever I can, though, angel.”
“I know you will. God, I miss you so much.”
You smile, nodding to Michael when he signals that he’s ready to leave. “I miss you too. So fucking much. Get some sleep, my love.”
Spencer sighs. “Okay. Call me in the morning?”
“Of course. Though, you might wanna call me, I won’t have to wake up until I have to get ready for lunch and you’ll probably be up before I will.”
“Okay, then I’ll call you. Guess I’ll head to bed, then. I love you.”
You grin. “I love you too. Goodnight, Spence.”
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Spencer wakes up at nearly the ass crack of dawn, showers quickly, and then calls you, waking you effectively from your deep slumber. You blindly pick up your phone from beside you on the bed and answer with closed eyes.
“Dallas Winston’s doppelgänger speaking.”
“Babe?”
“Spence! Hi, angel…” You murmur, your voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” Spencer says with a smile to himself. He’s getting ready to leave with the team to head to the precinct. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a fucking log,” you say bluntly. “You?”
“Similar,” Spencer says. “I’m just heading out with the team now,” he explains, slinging his satchel over his shoulder and stuffing his room key in his pocket, running into the team in the hallway. Spencer nods to them in silent greeting, staying on the phone with you.
“How bad’s the case?”
“It should only be a couple days. Did you get an answer back about the tickets?”
“I did, yes, I convinced them to set aside seven best-in-house seats for you guys whenever the case is over and you can make it in. Best-in-house being I figured out which seats in the theatre give you the best view of the whole stage and I booked ‘em for you guys.”
“You didn’t have to do that, any seats would’ve worked,” Spencer says softly, smiling.
“Who are you talking to?” Derek asks in Spencer’s other ear. Spencer ignores him
“I wanted to. Your team hasn’t seen me perform, I wanna give them the best show I can,” you say happily. “I might go out for breakfast, I think, since I’m awake now. Text me if you need anything, okay? Good luck with the case, baby.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Are you on tonight?”
“I am, yes.”
“Call me before you go on?”
“Of course,” you say happily. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Have a good day.” Spencer continues to smile to himself as he pockets his phone, entering the elevator with the team. Everyone, save Hotch and Rossi, are staring at him in confusion and curiosity.
“Okay, seriously, Reid, who is that?” Prentiss asks, nudging his arm.
“You got a girlfriend, Reid?” Morgan asks. “Have you been holding out on me?”
“No, Morgan, I don’t have a girlfriend,” Spencer says through a small laugh. Because it’s true, he doesn’t have a girlfriend. He has a boyfriend, you, who he loves very much and just wants to see perform in a couple days.
“Then who the hell are you talking to!”
“Okay, let’s not badger the poor kid,” Rossi says, shooting Spencer a knowing smirk. Spencer returns the look with a grateful smile. “We have a case to focus on.”
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Two days later, the case wraps up and everyone starts heading back to the hotel. Spencer shoots you a quick text saying they finished the case and you call him immediately after receiving the message.
“Y/N/N-”
“Come to the show tonight,” you say hurriedly. “It’s an hour and a half until curtain, you’ll make it on time. I’ll get them to give you your tickets at the door, don't wait until tomorrow night. Surprise the team, come on. Please?”
Spencer grins to himself, laughing softly. “Okay, okay, breathe, babe. Lemme tell the team, just give me one second.” Spencer presses his phone to his chest, turning to the team. “Do you guys wanna take in a show before we leave?” He says curiously, a mischievous smile on his face. “You know the book The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton? There’s a musical of it, it’s touring on Broadway right now and there’s a show that starts in an hour and a half.”
“Reid, we’d never be able to get tickets,” JJ says.
Spencer waves his hand dismissively. “Taken care of. Please? It’ll be fun.”
“Sure, Reid,” Hotch says with a knowing smile. “I think we could all use that break from the work now that the case is over.”
“I love a good musical,” Penelope says with a smile. “I’m in.”
“I’d take in a show,” Rossi says, understanding why Spencer wants to see the show so adamantly. “Tell ‘em we’ll be there.”
“Them? Who’s them?” Morgan asks quickly, but Spencer’s already turned away to talk to you on the phone again.
“Yeah, we’ll be there tonight. Broadway Theatre, right?”
“Yup, that’s the one. And the tickets are in my name. God, I’m so excited to see you. You guys have backstage access, by the way, so I better see you backstage after the show.”
“I’ll drag everyone there, don’t worry,” Spencer says. “You go get ready, we’ll see you after the show, okay?”
“Okay. I love you!”
“I love you too, baby. See you soon.” Spencer hangs up and turns to the team again. “Alright. Show time?”
Everyone piles into the cars and make their way to Broadway, specifically the Broadway Theatre, walking in. Most of them are nervous about the fact that somehow all their tickets are taken care of. Spencer walks comfortably up to the ticket booth.
“Hi, there were seven tickets booked under Y/N L/N?” Spencer says.
The man behind the booth smiles at Spencer, checking the booking with a thumbs up. “You’re good to go. And welcome back, Dr. Reid.”
“Thanks, Andrew,” Spencer replies, gratefully accepting the physical tickets and the seven copies of the Playbill for the team.
“Have a good show, folks!” Andrew says cheerfully, waving to the rest of the team as Spencer begins to lead them away.
Spencer leads them into the theatre to where the seats are listed, giving everyone their tickets and playbills as they file into the seats, putting their jackets down on each seat.
“This place is stunning,” Penelope says wistfully, staring around the theatre. “God, and the seats are even better… How did the good doctor snag these tickets?”
Spencer smiles softly, not yet willing to reveal his connections. “Anyone need the bathroom?” He asks instead. Everyone shakes their head. “Alright, well, I’ve gotta go check on something real quick-”
“Hotch and I will come with you,” Rossi offers with a teasing smirk.
Spencer blinks. He blinks again. “Okay. Sure. Just, uh, you can- you can leave your coats to save your seats. Let’s go.”
Once they’re out of earshot of the rest of the team, Rossi nudges Spencer’s arm with a grin. “So. Taking advantage of the fact that we’re in New York to see your boyfriend’s show again, huh? How many times is it now?”
“This will be the eighth,” Spencer says sheepishly. “But I dunno, I was just thinking it would be nice for them to finally meet him and for you guys to see him again. He got us backstage access, too.”
“I don’t know how the others haven’t figured out yet how all of this is happening,” Hotch says. “You’re not smooth, Reid, with all those phone calls.”
“Morgan thinks I have a girlfriend, it’s not my fault he’s making assumptions.”
“So, are we going backstage to check on him?” Rossi asks.
“If he’s not busy…” Spencer says distractedly, pushing through a door that leads backstage and almost directly runs into my costar. “Michael!”
“Spencer, hey! Y/N told me you were coming! It’s good to see you again, man. Who are these guys?” Michael inquires, offering his hand. “Michael Brent, I play Darry.”
Rossi and Hotch introduce themselves, shaking Michael’s hand.
“Is Y/N busy?”
“Never too busy for you, my love,” you say, appearing down the hallway. “You’re here!”
“We’re here,” Spencer says happily, opening his arms as you practically crash into him for a hug, trying not to mess up your stage makeup. “I missed you so much…”
“I missed you too, oh my god. Also, I love you and as much as I’d like to kiss you right now, I can’t risk the stage makeup. You can kiss me after the show,” you say with a smile, turning to the two agents with Spencer. “Dave, Aaron, good to see you guys.”
“Good to see you too, Y/N,” Hotch says with a gentle smile. “We’re looking forward to the show. I haven’t read The Outsiders in ages.”
“Oh, I’ve been rereading it over and over and over again since I got the part, Spence can vouch for that. I wanna make my performance as accurate as possible.”
“Who are you playing?” Rossi inquires.
“Dallas Winston,” you say with a smile.
“Hey, Y/N, warm up time, we gotta go,” Michael reminds me, patting my shoulder.
“Right. I should go. Enjoy the show, boys. See you after, Spence,” you add softly, squeezing his hand before following Michael away.
Spencer, Hotch and Rossi return to their seats. Ten minutes later, the announcements start, and soon enough, so does the show.
“In all seriousness, how did you get us tickets the same night as the performance?” JJ whispers curiously to Spencer.
“Shh, the show’s starting.”
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Grease Got A Hold, easily your favourite song in the show, goes absolutely perfect, as does the rest of the performance, despite your initial anxiety to perform in front of Spencer’s team. You want to make a good impression, you know?
Spencer watches the show fondly. He has it memorized, of course. The book, since you first had him read it when you started dating because it was a fond memory of yours from high school English; the movie, since you watched it together; the musical, obviously, because you were cast in it. It helps to have a boyfriend who knows the material just as well as you do when it comes to needing help running lines.
The bows are quick and you rush backstage, eagerly waiting for Spencer and his team to arrive while you get your makeup off.
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“Wait, Reid, where are we going?” Garcia asks as Spencer starts to lead them backstage.
“Backstage access. Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
“Wh- You know someone who performed?” Morgan asks in surprise. “Who?”
You look up when you hear Spencer and his team’s voices, practically jumping out of your seat, still half in costume and partially still wearing stage makeup, and absolutely sweating balls from the stage lights and choreography.
“There’s my genius boy,” you exclaim happily, throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him down into a deep kiss right in front of his team. You can pretty much feel the surprised noise he lets out, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist. You smile into the kiss before pulling away so you both can breathe. “Sorry. I’ve been wanting to do that since you told me you were coming to New York.”
Spencer laughs quietly, kissing your cheek. “Nothing to apologize for.” He then turns to face his team, most of them staring at you and him in shock.
“Guys, this is my boyfriend Y/N,” he says with a smile, using his grip on your waist to pull you in closer to him. You smile, your hand naturally resting on his chest.
“It’s nice to finally meet you all, Spencer’s told me so much about you,” you say, grinning.
“You know who we are?” Emily asks doubtfully.
“Of course I do! Spencer talks about you guys all the time. Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia. And, of course, Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi. Hello again,” you smile at the two older men. “It’s nice to meet you all.”
“So you were holding out on me, Reid,” Morgan says, folding his arms over his chest.
“Technically, no. You asked if I had a girlfriend and I don’t,” Spencer says with a slightly shit-eating grin.
“How long have you guys been together?” JJ asks curiously.
“Uh… coming up on a year now, I think,” you say, looking at Spencer for confirmation.
“Eleven months, six days and twenty three-ish hours,” Spencer replies.
You chuckle fondly, kissing him on the cheek. “Of course you know that. So, when do you guys head back to Quantico?”
“Well, most of us are heading back in the morning but Reid has a couple days off to cash in,” Hotch says with a rare hint of a smile.
You grin happily at the surprise. “He does?” You ask.
“I do?” Spencer squeaks in surprise.
“Yes, you do,” Hotch says. “His checkout day for the hotel room for the duration of the case is tomorrow, but…”
“Oh, he can just stay in mine,” you say cheerfully. “Bed’s always big enough for two.”
Spencer mouthes ‘Thank you’ to Hotch when you’re not looking, tightening his grip around your waist as he then kisses your cheek.
“Hey, Dally!” Michael exclaims jokingly, appearing out of nowhere, getting your attention. “Cast’s going out for some drinks, you coming? You can bring your little crew with you,” he adds, referring to the BAU team standing near you.
“What do you say, guys?” You ask the team.
“I’m there if you are,” Spencer says to you with a smile.
“Sure, let’s all go out,” Rossi says. “We could all stand to live a little.”
“You guys go ahead, I just wanna talk to Y/N for a second,” Spencer says, encouraging the team to go with your costars. You know which bar they’re going to; the same one you guys always go to after rehearsals or performances when you need a night to unwind, so you don’t even bother to ask. If it comes down to it, you can find the bar if you and Spencer stay back so long that you lose them.
As Spencer’s team and your costars leave, you look at Spencer with a soft smile.
“You wanted to talk to me?”
“Talk to you, make out with you… same difference,” Spencer says softly, leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss, his hands resting on your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers threading into his soft brown curls as you deepen the kiss.
“I really fucking missed you,” you murmur when you part for air, your fingers still playing with the shorter hairs at the back of his neck absentmindedly.
“I missed you too. You were amazing out there! I think you quickly became the favourite character of more than one of my teammates,” Spencer explains with a smile, hands gently stroking your sides. “You were incredible.”
You hum softly, kissing him on the cheek before hugging him tightly. “Thank you for coming. I know I poke fun at the fact that you’ve already seen the show so many times but you have no idea how much it means to me that you keep wanting to see me perform.”
“I love watching you perform, baby, ever since the first show I saw you in. It makes me so happy seeing you do what makes you happy.” He kisses you softly. “All I want is to see you happy,” he murmurs against your lips. You grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“You make me happy, Spence.”
He smiles at you and hugs you tightly again, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You make me happy too. You’re the little bit of sunshine I get after long cases and dark days. I adore you, with everything in me.”
You smile, returning the hug and pulling away after a long moment.
“Let’s go get those drinks.”