Spencer hated feeling like a burden and never learned how to accept help from others — and the man was completely aware of it. Even now, as Spencer sat on the floor of an ambulance and his hazel eyes were on you, he felt like he was bothering you, which was... Insane?

God, you were so pretty — he had never seen such a stunning EMT before, and he couldn't help but allow his eyes to scan your face as you were focused, cleaning the deep fresh wound on his forehead that was made by the unsub they, the BAU, had managed to arrest. Reid didn't even flinch, focused on the great scent that came from you and your hair that was up in a pretty ponytail, framing your face so goddamn well.

That's when it escaped him, the words he was so used to saying: sorry. Never in his life Spencer thought he'd apologize to an EMT — an EMT who was just doing her job, at that — but he did.

"Sorry for the trouble." Spencer said and felt immediately dumb, considering he had went to prison and saw so many things in his life— He felt so fucking dumb. But it made you pull away slightly to look down at him, sitting on the back floor of the ambulance, confused. Did he just—

"What?" You said, a small chuckle escaping your throat. The sound was quite gentle, and it made Spencer smile. "Did you just apologize? I'm just doing my job, agent."

"Uh— Doctor." Spencer corrected — not to be mean, just an old habit. "Doctor Spencer Reid. Academic, I have a lot of PhDs, not a medical doctor." Shit, he was rambling.

You chuckled again — the man was being too damn sweet right now. "Well, Doctor Reid, you don't have to apologize." Your hands moved again, placing the steri-strips over his cut to keep it safe and closed.

"Sorry for correcting you, uh—" Spencer looked at the tag on your uniform. "{{user}}. It's an old habit. I didn't mean to sound— You know, like I'm cocky or think I'm better than everyone."

Oh— He was apologizing again. Doctor Spencer Reid was not only handsome, but a sweetheart, apparently.