[spencer Reid x reader]

Work is my favorite place to be. Nothing beats sitting in an office typing away at a computer with my best friend Penelope Garcia. We track down all the bad guys through our pure genius. The only thing is I haven't met my team in person yet... even though I've been working with then for nearing four years.

"(Y/N)! So the team is going to Rossi's for a cooking lesson. Want to come?" Penelope says dragging me out of our shared office. I pull back and she removes the gloves I always wear.

"Pen! Give me my glove back!" I gasp. I pull my hand back so she can't see my hand which the palms are pure black.

"Why!" She asks walking back into the office.

"My mark is there...." I hiss. She pulls my hand to her and looks.

"There's nothing wrong with that! Maybe you just highfive them or grab their arm!" She says. I reluctantly take my other glove off and show her.

"But what would happen with both hands completely black? Am i going to choke them? I don't have any clues!" I say running my fingers through my hair.

"I bet that won't happen. Hey I'll be at your house in an hour. Please be ready." She says kissing my cheek and leaving. I pull my jacket on and rush out trying not to be spotted, as confrontation has been somewhat scary to me.

I push past the door with both of my hands not realizing my gloves are off. I run a good foot before feeling a body collide with mine. I look up and see Spencer Reid.

"Sorry about that!" I say putting my hands in my pockets not even making eye contact and leaving. I hear him call after me but I keep speed walking.

I get dressed and look down at my hands. They are colored with (favorite color besides black) and purple. I look shocked.

"Oh gosh.... I only touched two people today.... wait! SpEnCeR!?!" I say probably looking extremely insane.

I pull on my black dress and put some matching (fingerless) gloves to cover as much color as possible.

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I'm waiting for Penelope to pick me up, when a horn blares from outside. I look out and see Pen waving through a window of her car. I grab my bag and run outside to her car.

"Hop in (Y/N)!" She smiles. I get in and buckle up. I start mentally preparing myself to meet these people in real life who I have worked with over calls and webcam for four years. We soon enough reach a beautiful estate with a mansion towards the front of it.

I hop out and instinctively grab my purse with both hands. I get inside and see almost the whole team there, Spencer Reid is the only one not there.

"Hello (L/N)." Hotch says holding his hand out.

"Hi." I squeak out not even attempting to accept his handshake.

"Sorry about that! (Y/N) has troubles with physical contact. I had to be extra cautious not to bump her for the first while. Her anxiety would trigger if I did." Penelope explains to the team.

"Do you know why?" Emily asks shifting her weight and looking at me.

"Uhhh.... it's mostly a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time... four different times... and having a rather unpleasant place to have soulmarks." I speak up. "But let's not get too deep into my history."

"Ok. How about we start cooking!" Rossi says from the kitchen. Everyone gathers and watches and I'm just looking towards the window looking at my hands.  The colors look lovely together but I can't be in a relationship.  Not with the predicament I am in.

"Hey." I hear Spencer say as he places his hand on my shoulder.  I jerk my body so it falls off.

"Please don't touch me." I whisper.

"Why?" He asks softly.

"My...  other boss says so." I say so softly.

"What?  What do you mean?" He says concerned.

"I had a perfectly good job before this one.  It actually paid so much better.  But I'm now trapped in my own personal hell.  And now leave me." I say glaring at him.

"I can't." He says pointing over to see that all the chairs around Rossi have been taken.

"Oh." I say softly.

"Sooo. Are you going to explain?" He asks awkwardly.

"I guess I have no choice." I sigh. "I used to be a prostitute." I say quiete enough for only him to hear. "Technically I'm still one, but am not active."

"Well... is there anything I can do to help?" He offers.

"Well probably putting the pimp in jail would help." I laugh slightly.

"You have a beautiful laugh." He says smiling.

"Uhhh.... thanks?" I say burning brightly. "But your probably just saying that because of these." I say gesturing to my hands.

"No. I-I've been meaning to say that for a while." He says scratching the back of his neck. I smile before slowly grabbing his hand and leading him to the group.