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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds or any of the characters in it. I only own the OC used in this fanfic. This is also my first fanfic, so I apologize for grammar mistakes or bad plot.
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“Yeah, I’ll be home soon, just finishing up here,” the genius had been on the phone for the last few minutes, unaware he was being watched. Up in Rossi’s room Morgan and Rossi were currently watching the young doctor.
“He’s smiling,” Morgan observed, ”And in a more than friendly way...who do you think the kid’s talking to?”
“I have no clue, maybe a secret lover?”Rossi joked as he sipped from his mug. The older Italian didn’t intend for Morgan to take his joke seriously.
“That’s it! Maybe our genius kid has a lover, one he doesn’t want us to know about,” Morgan rubbed his chin in thought.
“Makes sense he’d want to keep it secret, especially after Maeve,” Rossi sighed. Just at that moment Reid ended his call and swung his bag strap over his shoulder. Morgan was quick to jump on the opportunity to interrogate the genius.
“Who was that?” Reid froze at Morgan’s voice and turned to see the other agent standing at the end of the steps.
“Uh oh, just a friend,” he started towards the door, obviously trying to avoid the question, Morgan caught on to this.
“Friend’s don’t make you smile like that, maybe we should start calling you lover boy,” Morgan laughed as he walked away to his desk. The younger agent sighed but said no more as he left the BAU office.
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Reid hurried up the steps to his apartment, wasting no time unlocking the door and getting inside. He was quiet as he shut the door and locked it, just in case his partner was sleeping or perhaps working.
“Hey, I’m home!” it was normal of them to call out when they got home, just so they didn’t scare or surprise each other. Reid made his way into the living room, setting his bag down on the couch.
“I’m in the kitchen love!” a voice called from (you guessed it) the kitchen. Reid followed the voice into the kitchen and was greeted with his partner making dinner.
“Hope you didn’t withhold dinner just because of me being late,” he moved to sit down at the breakfast bar, that was his usual spot for dinner.
“Don’t worry, I had a few snacks before dinner so I wouldn’t get a headache,” his lover was prone to headaches/migraines so he had to be extra careful to avoid doing anything to trigger one.
“Good, I apologize for being late again, the flight back was delayed because of some storms,” Reid hated being late, especially when he told Stefan he would be home at a certain time.
“Don’t worry Spence, I don’t mind you being late. I know how important your job is to and all the people whose lives you save,” Stefan moved over to the breakfast bar, setting down two plates. Spencer pecked his cheek when he sat down in the chair next to him.
“Thanks for being understanding Stef,” the two each had their own little nickname for the other. Reid would never live it down if any of the team discovered their nicknames, Morgan would never stop calling him it. They had more personal nicknames but those were only used for a *cough* private times *cough*. Dinner went off without a hitch, they had the same routine every night; come home, sit down for dinner and talk about each other's’ day. The familiarity was comforting, mostly to Reid because of his job.
“You can go get ready for bed, I’ll be right there I just need to put away the dishes,” Stefan kissed Spencer’s cheek before grabbing his and Spencer’s plates and moving to the sink. Spencer smiled and watched Stefan for a few more minutes before leaving to their bedroom. Spencer was already in bed reading a book as Stefan came in, also in his nightwear.
“Whatcha reading?” Stefan crawled in the bed next to Spencer, curling up on his side.
“A book on the killings of Jack the Ripper,” he answered casually to which Stefan laughed at.
“Hm, is it any good? Maybe I'll read it after you,” he was joking, of course, reading novels about criminals made him paranoid. Stefan had an overactive imagination so any descriptive books left him daydreaming about them for weeks afterward, which wasn’t fun when it came to horror movies.
“Hah, it’s interesting to see how Jack the Ripper thought, his signatures were fascinating for the time he was active,” he laughed, he knew Stefan didn’t like the books he read but he appreciated that he cared enough to ask his opinion on it.
“You’ll have to tell me more about it when you finish it,” he smiled, relaxing against Spencer.
“Oh, I've already finished it, now I'm rereading it to see how many grammatical errors I can find in it,” his response was so nonchalant that Stefan questioned if he knew he was going to ask that.
“Of course, you did love,” Stefan smirked before yawning,”I’m going to head to bed now, you can stay up reading if you want.”
“Alright, goodnight Stef,” Spencer pulled away from his book to give his lover a loving kiss on the head. Stefan smiled at the kiss, his eyes slowly closed and within minutes he was fast asleep. Spencer envied how easily Stefan could fall asleep before realizing he was probably tired from waiting up for him to get home. He stayed up for a few more minutes before closing his book and setting it down on the nightstand next to the bed. The genius was up a few more minutes watching Stefan sleep. He knew eventually he would have to tell his team about their relationship but that would have to wait until both he and Stefan were ready. Spencer only hoped his team could stay patient long enough and not dive straight into looking through his private life to find out who he was dating.
