Mistletoe Mishaps - Spencer Reid X Reader
“Morgan, I swear to what god is left I will kill you. Stand down.”
You held your hands out, shielding yourself from the deadly weapon Derek held in his hands. It was the most terrifying thing you had witnessed in all of your years in the BAU… Mistletoe. He held it out above his head as Garcia cackled loudly, her phone in her hand.
Of course she’d record your misery.
“What’s the matter, BatGirl? Can’t handle the love?” Morgan teases, stepping forward again.
As always you were spending Christmas in the office, it wasn’t that bad, considering someone had managed to sneak some form of alcohol in.
Prentiss was by the traitorous, and lovely, Garcia; making sure she held the phone at the right angle. Hell, even Hotchner was smiling as you backed into a desk.
Much to your, and everyone else’s, disappointment, Spencer had retreated to the kitchen for a short while.
“Morgan! I don’t want to kiss you! Who knows where that mou