Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?
Word Count: 463
Author: Charlotte
Even after the man had forced you to drive to the middle of nowhere and dragged you into his house, you had no idea who he was or what he wanted. The only thing you could assume was that it was either terrible luck that you were targeted, and they didn’t know you lived with an FBI agent, or he was directly trying to get to Spencer or the bureau in general.
Before you had even been allowed out of your car, your hands had been taped behind your back whilst the same silver duct tape was wrapped around your head several times to cover your mouth and cling in your hair. Over the three days since it was initially attached, you had had it ripped off from your head a handful of times to give you minimal food and drink and for him to listen to you plead. Other than that, the only thing that loosened the tape was your tears which had started to seize due to the lack of water intake. The majority of your time had been left on the floor with your feet tied with rope to a bedframe, not even having them removed when he decided to take his anger out on you.
You didn’t know what injuries you had, but you had gotten used to the taste of blood and with the amount of pain you were in, you were sure there was at least a handful of broken bones at least. You didn’t know how long your torture would last, but you could only hope that your genius boyfriend knew you would have contacted him by now and was on the case.
Your hopes were soon proven when you heard gunshots outside of the room you had been held in, the door flinging open to reveal Spencer and his team.
It didn’t take his genius to see that he had been crying and had been awake since he had last seen you. He rushed to your side, pulling at the tape, unravelling it from you. You let out a cry of pain from its removal, but you were just relieved to be able to breath freely.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “I’m sorry too. I love you so much.”
Spencer returned the words of love, pressing his lips to yours, not caring that his team were watching on.
“I just want to go home,” you whispered as he continued to remove your restraints.
“I know,” he said softly. “But we need to get you to the hospital. You’re safe now.”
As soon as your hands were free, you feebly grabbed hold of him. “Please don’t leave me.”
Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Knives, Arguments with a partner
Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?
Word Count: 606
Author: Charlotte
No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, living with someone ended up with things getting on your nerves. Everything that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago no longer seemed to be cute and sweet, some of it pissed you off and at some point, you couldn’t bottle it all up again. With Spencer away for work for the last two weeks, you had thought that the short break from one another would help, but when he came back it all started off once again.
Whilst he had been away, you had tidied the apartment and tried to make the environment pleasant for you both to live in. As soon as Spencer got home, his bag was left in the living room and the next day when you awoke, half the bookcase had been spread around the room. It annoyed you that he hadn’t even mentioned the work you’d put into the apartment, and it was worse that he was so quick to return it to its previous state, but you did your best to stay calm. By the time dinner rolled around and he had stacked his dirty plate on top of the three mugs on the coffee table and it pushed you over the edge.
“What is my job, Spencer?” You snapped.
He looked up at you confused. “You teach kindergarten.”
“Oh, so you do know I’m not a maid then,” you retorted, letting sarcasm drip from every word.
Spencer seemed confused still by your words, not knowing where they came from as you had previously stayed quiet and calm. You picked up the dirty plate and mugs and showed them too him as you begun to stomp over to the kitchen.
“I know you’re tired from work, but that’s no reason to be a slob,” you frowned.
“I was going to put them in the sink before bed.”
You snapped your gaze back towards him.
“Is that why I found six mugs around your desk with varying levels of mould?”
He ran a hand through his messy hair. All he had wanted was a quiet, relaxing evening but you had put an end to that.
“Does it really matter?” He asked. “You always leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, and I just put them in the basket without complaining.”
A shocked laugh escaped you. “Without complaining? I could have left my shirt hanging over the rim of the basket and you’d act like I’d thrown the whole thing everywhere.”
“I’m sorry if it bothers me to want to go for a shower after a long day at work and find your bra in the tub.”
Any semblance of reason had now been washed from you. You let go of the dishes far from the edge of the sink, not caring about the clatter of them hitting the metallic bowl.
“You know what?! I’m done,” you exclaimed. “I can’t stay in this fucking apartment.”
“Where are you going?” He asked, rising from the sofa where he had been sat.
You grabbed your car keys as you slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find.
“Anywhere but here.”
Before Spencer could say anything else you escaped the apartment, slamming the door behind you. You rushed down the stairs and out into the dark carpark, unlocking the driver’s door and getting in. You rested your head against the wheel, giving yourself a second to breath. You leant back against your seat, closing your eyes for a moment.
Without a sound, a sharp piece of metal pressed against your neck, forcing a gasp from your lips.
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Summary: Spencer didn’t visit your store for weeks because of the caseload. When he comes into the bookstore this time, he leaves with more than just books.
The little bell at the door of your bookstore chimes, indicating a new costumer. Putting away new books, you cheerfully say without looking at the door: “Welcome, let me now if you need anything.”
At the clearing of a throat you look towards the door and your eyes fall on Spencer. Your eyes widen, mouth falling open, clearly speechless. You hadn’t seen the genius for weeks. He usually came in every time he’d finished a case.
Shaking yourself free from the shock, you walk closer to him. “Hi, Spence. It’s been a while. I was starting to think you’d found a new bookstore.” You shoot him a teasing smile.
“I could never,” he chuckles, “I’ve had a lot of cases following up on one another.”
You grimaced understandingly. “That must’ve been a lot to deal with.”
He nods and you see his body take in your whole body. You were wearing a light summer dress with some white sneakers and your hair loosely fell over your shoulders.
“I’ve kept some books aside that I think you might like. They’re behind the counter, at the usual place. Do you want some coffee while you browse through them?”
“Yes, I would love some coffee,” he answers you.
You see his shoulders relax when he walks behind the counter and puts the books on the counter. You loved seeing him unwind in your bookstore. Usually, he’s browse through the rows of books and slowly his shoulders would relax and an easy smile would paint his lips. You always offered him a cup of coffee after ringing up his books and you’d talk. You’d talk about simple things or his most recent case or a terrible costumer.
“Here you go,” you whisper while setting his cup down in front of him.
“Thank you,” he answers while keeping his eyes on the tower of books he’d put on the counter.
“See anything you might take home with you,” you cheekily say while sipping your coffee. Your eyes take him in while he carefully assesses every book.
“I might,” he says while fiercely meeting your eyes like he was talking about more than just the books.
He clears his throat and redirects his focus back to his books. You feel your cheeks heat up at the implication that might’ve been hidden in his words.
You decide to distract yourself by putting the newly delivered books on the right shelve.
“I think I’ll take them all,” Spencer’s voice suddenly comes from beside you.
You jump a little and meet his eyes. They’re crinkled at the edge and amusement shines in them.
“Spence, you scared me.”
Spencer laughs aloud and it’s the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard. You’re mesmerised. Shaking your head as to clear the fog created by his laugh, you walk towards the register.
“You making up for lost time by buying everything?”
“Maybe or maybe all of your picks were what I was looking for,” he winked. He actually winked.
Spencer had never been this bold before.
“You’re getting cheeky, Dr. Reid,” you responded.
Blush danced over his cheeks.
“Do you want to go to dinner tonight?” he blurted out in one breath. The pink spreading even more.
You felt your own cheeks heat up. “I would love to, Spence,” you answer him.
It had been brutal. Not in the literal sense, but your heart felt ripped to shreds. You had been dating someone for a few months and even though you were the one with the busiest schedule, it seemed like you were the only one who made an effort to see or hear each other regularly. Derek had been your listening ear through these months as things only got worse.
After your last case, you finally had the guts to demand what you deserved or the relationship had to end. And just like that they had accepted the end of your relationship. You were stunned. How could someone so easily accept the end of a relationship with someone they claimed to love so much? You couldn’t believe you were caught so of guard. It felt like you should’ve seen it coming.
You’re currently standing in front of your best friend’s door. When Derek opens his door, a sob rakes through your whole body and the tears stream down your cheeks heavily. Sympathy crosses his face as he takes you inside.
He guides you towards the couch and wraps a blanket around your shoulders before grabbing you a cup of coffee.
“So you ended things, huh,” he asks once he sits down next to you.
You nod while breathing in the scent of the coffee and absorbing the warmth through your hands.
“I went with the idea they might make some changes or at least show they’re willing to make an effort. But it was like they just shrugged their shoulders at me and shoved my feelings aside. They turned things around like it was all my own fault and they weren’t to blame. Derek, it crawled under my skin so bad.”
Derek shakes his head apologetically. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close.
“It makes you think about what was real these past few months and what wasn’t. When did he stop caring? Did he even care to begin with?”
“Hey now, let’s not go down that rabbit hole. You were in a situation that made you unhappy and you were strong enough to get out that’s all that matters.”
You nod. Derek wipes away your tears and hugs you close once more.
“How about we set up the guest room so you can get a nice sleep?”
A small smile flits across your lips as you follow him in the guest bedroom, where you’ve spent so many nights before. Derek truly was someone you could count on.
The place you went to after a hard day. The place you felt safe or a place you could call your own.
There was loads of different ways to describe the word home, and if you asked anyone the chances were they’d all describe it differently.
But to you home was none of these things, but all of these things at the same.
Home was a person, someone who made you feel safe, someone who could help ease the burdens of your hard day, someone you could call your own.
Home wasn’t a place or a thing, home was a person.
You had found this person, a person who made you feel safe and calm. A person who accepted you for everything.
The only problem was, this person didn’t seem to feel the same way, and out of fear or loosing them, you never spoke a word to anyone.
On the Jet back from a case, you were resting your head against the window, trying to fight the urge to fall asleep.
“Get some rest.” A soft voice whispered.
Looking up, you smiled at Hotch as he sat down and stretched a little before shaking your head.
“I’m fine, we’ve only got a few more hours.”
“(Y/N) you’re exhausted, sleep. It’s okay.”
Hotch knew you struggled to sleep while on cases, and on the way back. As far as he knew you hadn’t slept all day and he could see that you were physically exhausted.
Bringing his hand up, he gently pulled your head to rest in his shoulder, running his finger through your hair. It was a trick he learned a few months ago when you overworked.
“You should sleep too.”
“I will.” He mumbled.
You gave a small nod.
You tried to stay awake for as long as possible but sleep soon too over you wind when Hotch noticed he smiled.
He ran his fingers through your hair for a few more minutes before he rested his head on you, closing his eyes as well.
Little did you know that he cherished these moments, the rare little moments he could fully relax, and let his guard down.
He didn’t want to admit it but you had grew on him, he’d grown fond of you, and he was worried about overstepping his bounds.
When you woke up, you were laid on the couch, Hotch’s arms wrapped around you.
Everyone else was still sleeping so you took this chance to just lay there. He was peaceful when he slept, one of the rare moments that he didn’t look stressed or worried.
Bringing your hand up, you went to brush some hair from his face but stopped.
Smiling to yourself, you rested it lightly on his cheek instead, praying he wouldn’t wake up.
You were dancing with your feelings, and you were gambling with your friendship for him.
When he stirred a little you moved your hand, waiting for him to settle once more before signing.
“There’s so much I want to tell you…” you mumbled.
Slipping from his grasp, you headed over to one of the chairs to watch the sunrise.
Little did you know, that the moment you touched his face Hotch had woken up. He smiled softly opened his eyes just enough I see you across the jet, the early morning light making you glow.
He decided to stay there, and went back to sleep instead.
When you guys got back, you went straight home, needing a long overdue break from everything you decided to just relax.
The first day back passed quietly, and in the second day you got a message from Hotch asking if you could meet him by the lake you guys would go to with the team to relax.
Shrugging, you drove down, looking for everyone else but you could only see him. He was dressed casually, so you were a little more relaxed.
“Hotch? Where is everyone?” You asked.
“They’re not coming, I just want to talk.” He smiled.
You were confused but nodded, he wouldn’t ask you to drive all the way out here for no reason.
Walking over, you both stood by the waters edge. Neither of you spoke a word at first, and after a few minutes of silence you decided to ask.
“Why did you want me?”
You turned to face him and he seemed tense, running a hand through his hair and doing everything he could to avoid your gaze.
“The other day… on the jet…”
“Is this about me falling asleep on you? Because if it is I’m sorry!” You panicked.
“What? No! No, it’s not about that. Well… it is, but it isn’t…”
For the first time ever, you were watching the great Aaron Hotchner stumble over his words. Seemingly lost about what to say.
“This is hard.” He laughed slightly.
He finally turned to you, a soft smile on his face as he reached out, taking your hand in his.
You were confused but didn’t pull away, you enjoyed the way his hand felt in yours.
“I don’t know where to start, so I’m just going to guess.”
You nodded.
“This is about you falling asleep on me on the jet, but not in a bad way. The first time you fell asleep on me (Y/N) I was shocked yes. But then I found it calming, and you felt safe. I couldn’t take that away from you.”
You were starting to piece everything together and you knew where this was going.
You didn’t say anything, you wanted to hear everything he was going to say.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I fell in love in that moment. I know you, and I’ve never felt more at home.”
He awkwardly looked away. You knew this was hard for him, so giving his hands a gentle squeeze, you smiled softly up at him.
“When your arms are around my I feel safe, I feel at home. You’re my safe space Aaron, you always have been but I didn’t want to say anything.”
Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and beamed brightly up at him.
He smiled at you and he seemed to relax, making you happy.
He stepped forward and pulled you close to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
Hugging him lightly you closed your eyes away, praying this wasn’t a dream
A hiss leaves your lips as Hotch runs his fingers over your bruised and cut knuckles. His apology, barely audible, hastily rolls of his lips.
You were at a bar trying to lure the unsub out of hiding. You’d succeeded, but the team didn’t come as fast as hoped. You weren’t that great at defending yourself with your bare hands, but you managed until Hotch and Morgan arrived.
You ended up with a few cuts and bruises littered over your body and Hotch wanted you to get checked out. However, it was the first time he touched you in the way he was right now. Soft, but protective. Ready to fight anyone who dared come close to you.
“I’m fine, Hotch,” you mumble.
He scoffs and shakes his head while he drops your hands.
“We were supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to keep you safe. But here you are, hurt because I wasn’t fast enough,” he whispers, clearly angry with himself.
“You got to me in time. It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m fine.”
He shakes his head in response and looks at the squad car holding the suspect. His fists are balled by his side and his brows are furrowed.
“Aaron,” you strongly say, “look at me.” His eyes meet yours and you’re a bit taken back with all the emotions raging in them. He’s usually so collected. “I’m fine and he’s going to jail for a very long time. Stop beating yourself up.”
His gaze softens. “Come on, let’s get you to the car so we can go home.”
As soon as you stand up, his arm circles around you supporting you.
You’ve had a crush on this man since you’re first day at the BAU so you weren’t complaining. That is until later anyway, when he drives you crazy.
—–
Not once does he leave your side. He drives the SUV and he makes you sit in the passenger seat. In the jet, he takes the seat next to you and keeps a watchful eye on you.
When he’s eyeing you for the umpteenth time, you lose it a little.
“Hotch,” you say sternly, “It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m not going to die so stop looking at me like I might collapse any second.”
Rossi, who’s sitting in front of you, chuckles and his eyes flit between you and Aaron.
“I can’t worry about a member of my team?” he challenges you.
“You’re not this invested with everyone else. Sure, you worry about them, but you don’t hover as badly as you are now.”
The man has the audacity to shrug his shoulders. You scoff, disbelief settling on your face.
—–
When the jet lands, Garcia is waiting for the whole team in the bullpen and immediately engulfs you in a big hug before moving on to Morgan.
“Oh, so she can worry, but I can’t,” Hotch whispers before moving towards his office like a sleek cat.
Around lunchtime, he comes towards your desk and puts down a sandwich and a bottle of water.
“Someone who’s recovering needs to eat and hydrate well.”
You shake your head. “Why do I get a special treatment for some cuts and bruises?”
“Maybe I have a soft spot for you,” Hotch replies while winking.
He slinks back to his office like nothing happened and you hear Morgan laugh behind you. You turn around to glare at him.
“Come on, sweetheart. Are you really that surprised Hotch is taking care of you? He always keeps you close when we’re on a case. For the first tasks you’re always assigned to him. When we’re getting ready to bust into a place, he always pairs the two of you together. It’s obvious the man has his eyes set on you,” Morgan says the last part in his singsong-voice.
You never thought about it like that. You’d always just followed Hotch’s orders. Sure, butterflies swirled in your belly whenever you’d hear him pair the two of you together. But not once did you think Aaron might like you. And to be honest you had no idea what to do with this information.
—–
At the end of the day, you walk towards Hotch’s office and instead of just muttering a fast ‘goodbye’, you walk inside and close the door behind you. Hotch looks up, his eyes meeting yours. Then he takes you in, checking if something’s wrong besides the obvious cuts and bruises. You take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Do you like me,” you ask him, eyes cast on your lap while your cheeks quickly heat up.
“Of course I do, you’re an important member of this team,” he replies without missing a beat.
Your eyes fiercely meet his, letting him see every emotion. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
He sighs, his shoulders fall down a bit, defeated. “Yes, I do like you.”
“Good,” you said, “You ready to grab a bite together then,” you cheekily ask him, mischief dancing in your eyes.
“Yes,” he breathlessly answers like he can’t believe it.
You exchange shy smiles before getting up and getting some take-out to eat at his office.
Your eyes open and immediately fall on Spencer’s sleeping form. His left hand holds onto yours tightly. The shining silver ring on his ring finger pulls your eyes towards it. You placed it there last night, in front of your family and friends while you vowed to love each other through the good and the bad.
Spencer Reid is your husband. It still seems so surreal. A smile breaks out and you’re about to laugh out loud from the happiness you feel inside. Luckily, you have some restraint left and are able to stop yourself so you don’t wake Spencer.
Spencer’s hair is so messy and yours, no doubt, looks like a bird nest. You’ve woken up next to each other numerous times, but this morning it’s different. You’re husband and wife.
Your right hand is itching to touch the man you love. Itching to follow the sharp line of his jawline before nestling itself behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss he won’t forget.
Before you get swept up in the feeling, Spencer opens his eyes slowly.
A lazy smile paints his lips as his eyes fall on your hands, holding each other tightly and his wedding ring shining in the ray of sunlight. He turns your left hand so he can look at the ring that’s adoring your finger. A tiny kiss finds its way onto your ring before he moves his eyes to meet yours and whispers: “Good morning, my wife.”
A giddy giggle leaves your lips while you answer him: “Good morning, my husband.”
You didn’t know it was possible, but the smile on his lips gets even bigger.
“It’ll take time to get used to hear that, but it feels so right,” he says while he pulls you closer.
His right arm winds itself around your waist while his left hand caresses your cheek before pulling you into a passionate kiss.
“So. Damn. Right,” you answer him between pecks.
Spencer repositions himself on his back and like a magnet you’re pulled into his side and you rest your head on his chest. His arms circle themselves around you and he holds you tight.
When you walk through the door of yours and Aaron’s apartment, you immediately spot the man on the couch. It was rare for him to be home before you, but whenever it happened it was always on a day you really needed it. You’d had an awful day at work and the only thing getting you through the day was knowing you would get to cuddle Aaron all night long.
Seems like luck was on your side today, seeing as Aaron got home before you. You drop your bag by the door and hang up your coat. On your way to the couch you get rid of your shoes.
You plant yourself on the couch, right next to Aaron. His arm instinctively falls around your shoulders and boxes you into his side while he presses a kiss to your forehead. You let out a happy sigh and melt into him.
“Rough day at work,” he asks.
You nod while you intertwine your legs with his.
“Where’s Jack,” you ask, curious as to why the little boy hadn’t made an appearance yet.
“He’s with Jessica. I wanted to have a quiet night in with you. Looks like you need it too,” he whispers before winking at you.
“What do you have planned for this quiet night at home?”
He nuzzles your face with his nose before answering: “I thought we could start the night off with a nice warm bath. Then maybe a movie. And to end on a high note, a full night of sleep. Now, tell me that doesn’t sound appealing, Mrs. Hotchner.”
You make a thinking face, like you have to consider his plans thoughtfully. He looks offended that you even have to think about it.
You giggle at the face he makes and say: “You could make anything sound like a wonderful plan, Aaron. But we should start right now or I’m about to start with the last step in your plan.”
He laughs wholeheartedly before pulling you from the couch and guiding you towards the bathroom.
—–
Once the fake candles are placed around the bath, Aaron looks for some slow music. However, you can’t wait any longer so you already strip down and make yourself comfortable in the hot water. When Aaron turns around, he chuckles.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?”
You give him a cheeky grin and move a bit forward so he can sit behind you.
Once he’s settled, he pulls you into his chest and winds his arms around your waist. He presses a featherlight kiss on your shoulder before resting his chin there. You both let out a sigh of contentment, causing you to giggle. Your hands settle over his and you intertwine your fingers.
“Thank you,” you whisper to your husband.
“What for,” he asks, undoubtedly already knowing the answer.
“For this. For being home early. For…everything,” you softly say.
“There’s no need to thank me, sweetheart. I love you,” he quietly answers you.
“I love you too, Aaron.”
You turn around and press a deep kiss to his lips.
—–
You end up spending a lot of time in the bath so you and Aaron immediately skip to the last item on his list, a full night of sleep.
After you get comfortable on your pillow, Aaron crawls into your arms. You press a kiss to the crown of his head and tighten your arms around him. Sharing a mumbled: “I love you.” you drift off to sleep.
request: Hey, I’ve got a Spence request! It’s Christmas at the FBI, and the team has done Secret Santa, and you got Spencer, your best friend who you have fancied since you started at the FBI 5 years ago. You all go to Rossi’s to spend the evening and morning, so you can all drink & not drive home. After presents and a few drinks, you and Spence end up under the mistletoe where he declares his feelings in front of the whole team, who encouraged him to tell you how he feels, before you arrived to the party
a/n: i didn’t expect to write this much, it was 7 pages on google docs. i am pretty proud of this tho.
warnings: FLUFF
word count: 3.6k
You looked around at the lights and garland that had adorned the bullpen as you entered the BAU for the first time after arriving home from the case. You grinned from ear to ear like a child as you took in the sight. Spencer was right behind you, pausing to take in the sight beside you. He looked down at you, still in awe, and smiled. You looked so beautiful to him under all those shining lights, and you just looked happier than you had in recent weeks. Christmas was usually tough for you anyway, and this year was no exception. Nonetheless, you persevered. Rossi had been planning a BAU Christmas party for a little bit over a month, with the help of you and Garcia, to make it the most magical Christmas any of you had had in a pretty long time. Needless to say, getting home from the case was more exciting than it usually was.
You tugged your go bag back to your desk and plopped down in your chair, rubbing your eyes. It was around 7pm and you all were going to Rossi’s right from the office to start the festivities. Knowing you wouldn’t be driving home, you had a second go bag packed and ready in your car, along with Spencer’s since you guys had carpooled. When you started at the BAU around 5 years ago, you and Spencer instantly became best friends. Granted, it took him a long time to really break out of his shell of awkwardness, but even then he was very comfortable around you. It was something about you that really made him feel, for lack of a better word, special. Not in the way that he was typically treated for being a genius, but just for being Spencer. That’s what Spencer loved most about you- the way you admired him for just being him. Not because he was a child prodigy and not because he was a genius. He was just Spencer.
Not to mention you always let him ramble and spill facts without ever telling him to shut up, or even interrupting him. Nevertheless, you quickly became very close, especially when you learned your apartment was right down the street from his. That’s when you two started carpooling to the office together. You always stopped at the local coffee shop or Starbucks to feed your coffee addictions, and went home around the same time every night. Spencer always made sure you made it inside safe, and vice versa. The funny thing was, for as incredible as you both were at your jobs as profilers for the BAU, neither of you had the faintest idea that you were in love with each other. Everyone in the entire building knew except for you two. Even Hotch was rooting for you two to get together.
“Ready to go, Spence?” You asked, shooting him a huge grin. He grins back and nods, throwing his bag over his head like he always did. You followed him out the door and to your car and drove yourselves to Rossi’s mansion. The ride was relatively quiet, Spencer had whipped out the book he started on the plane because he absolutely had to know how it ended, and of course he could finish it before you made it to Rossi’s.
“Did you do the secret santa?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah. Did you?”
“Yep.” You smiled to yourself. You actually got Spencer, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Regardless of whether you had gotten him for secret santa, you were planning to get him a little something anyway. Actually, a few things. You wracked your brain for a few days, wondering what Dr. Spencer Reid would like that he didn’t already have. Of course, you started with a giftcard to his favorite bookstore, along with the newest edition of his favorite collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories. You also got him a giftcard to Starbucks, to make up for all the times he’d paid for your coffee, despite your protests. You made him your famous chocolate chip cookies and your favorite thing? The Halloween Christmas sweater you’d found and KNEW you had to get it for him. He never understood the point of an ugly Christmas sweater, so you figured you would get one that celebrates his favorite holiday with the edition of it celebrating Christmas. You could already see the look on his face when he opened his gifts later that night.
“Hey Spence, can you help me?” Spencer only brought a gift bag with the edition of his overnight bag, meanwhile you had a couple bags, along with two bottles of wine for Rossi and your own overnight bag. He grabbed your overnight bag and a bottle of wine and headed up to the door with you following behind, praying you didn’t slip on any ice.
You made it to the door unscathed, being greeted by Prentiss who was already a glass of wine deep.
“It’s party time!” She said upon opening the door. You and Spencer grinned and followed her inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Everyone was already there, starting on the spiked eggnog drinks without you guys.
“Hey, I told you guys to wait for us!” You whined as you set your presents underneath Rossi’s massive Christmas tree. The others looked away and took sips of their drinks, earning a small glare from you. You opted to start with a glass of white wine and escalate from there later. You took a long sip as you sat along the counter beside JJ. She held up her hands in mock defense.
“I told them they should wait but no one ever listens to me!” You giggled a little and patted JJ’s shoulder sympathetically.
“I hear you. They never listen to me either,” You said, shooting a look in Spencer’s direction in particular. As if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned around and looked at you. When he saw you were already looking at him, he raised his eyebrows in question. You shook your head and he shrugged, returning to his conversation with Morgan and Rossi. Penelope was doing peppermint vodka shots with Prentiss while Hotch watched, somewhat amused as Emily started choking on hers. You smiled as you watched your friends ease into the party so quickly after such a long case. It warmed your heart to see them relaxed.
“I don’t know, Rossi. What if it ruins our friendship?” Reid asked, his voice small. He only softened his voice like that when he was unsure of himself.
“Look, kid. I may be old, but I do have eyes. She loves you, Reid.” Rossi said.
“Trust me, Pretty Boy. Everyone here sees the way you look at each other.” Derek agreed, taking a sip of his beer.
Spencer chewed on his lip thoughtfully when he felt eyes on his back. He turned back to see you staring at him, where you began giggling with JJ. Spencer raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Did you need me?” and you shook your head. He shrugged and turned back to Rossi, who was smirking. He shared a look with Derek and walked over to Hotch, who was now forcing Emily to drink more water.
“Like I said, trust me.” Derek said quietly as he left Spencer in the center of the kitchen to his thoughts. They were quickly interrupted as Rossi announced it was time for presents. Spencer grinned, this was what he was the most excited for. He had you for secret santa and he knew he really nailed his gift to you this year. He knew you better than anyone, and thanks to his eidetic memory, he knew everything that you had mentioned in passing were small things that you wanted. Including the necklace that you’d pointed out in the jewelry shop down the street from your apartments 8 months and 29 days ago, on your way to Starbucks. You gazed at it longingly every single time you passed by, but never could justify purchasing it for yourself.
“Alright kiddos, gather round.” Rossi said. Everyone made their way to the couches and sat as you helped to hand out presents.
“Morgan, these are yours. No one open anything until everyone has a gift!” You stared at Emily in particular, who grinned sheepishly. Hotch placed a hand on her leg and smiled at her, knowingly.
“JJ, this bag is yours. Hmm, Garcia this one is yours, Emily, Hotch,” You handed them out one by one. “Ah, here’s yours Spence.” You hauled a couple bags over, and his eyes widened at the sheer amount of stuff adorning both bags.
“Here’s yours, Rossi, and I just found mine!” You sat on the floor and crossed your legs out in front of you.
“Alright, how are we doing this?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we all just open at the same time orrr…”
“No, someone can go first and each person who has the person opening goes next, makes sense?” Everyone nodded. “Rossi, you can go first since you oh so graciously hosted. And are letting us stay the night.” You added. Everyone laughed as David shook his head, quickly tearing into the bright wrapping paper. His jaw dropped slightly as he pulled out a box of cigars.
“I told you before, my dad was a cigar aficionado. I know what you like, Rossi.” Derek winked. Rossi rose and said a few words of excitement in Italian before kissing Derek on both cheeks and pulling him into a hug. He laughed and clapped Rossi on the back before returning to his seat, and digging into the gift bag in front of him.
“Alright, I see you secret santa!” Derek pulled out a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey, along with a few other baseball related things.
“I had to delve a bit more into the sports world than I’m used to, but i’m really glad you like it.” Emily smiled. He pulled her into a tight hug.
“Okay Em, you can go.” You wiggled your eyebrows as she fake glared, ripping her wrapping paper to shreds.
“Oh my God! I love it!” Prentiss held up a couple different books by her favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut. JJ grinned.
“Look deeper.” Prentiss dug deeper into the bag and pulled out a beautiful set of hand painted wine glasses.
“JJ, these are beautiful!” Prentiss gave her a hug and started taking them out of the box and passing them around to those that were drinking wine, or planned on it later. She disappeared into the kitchen to clean the glasses and fetch the wine.
“Alright JJ, it’s your turn!” You were especially eager for this one, knowing that Spencer would be coming up soon and you could finally see the look on his face. You’d had the gifts in your possession for 2 weeks and his turn could not come fast enough.
Finally, it was Spencer’s turn. You watched as he tore into the neatly wrapped gift box first. You knew he’d open that one first because it was the biggest box. He pulled the sweater out, seemingly confused at first, before it dawned on him.
“Oh my God, it’s a Halloween Christmas sweater! I love it!” He grinned and took off his blazer, revealing the tshirt beneath. He threw the sweater overtop and pulled the sleeves to his elbows, grinning with the joy of a little kid. He was so excited that he almost forgot about the other presents on the floor beside him. He finally made eye contact with you and you indicated he had other things to open. He sat back down, a slight blush crossing his cheeks as he opened the book and gift cards.
“I love everything, thank you so so much, (Y/N).” He said, the look on his face screaming genuine happiness and excitement.
“Actually, there’s one more thing.” He furrowed his eyebrows as you snuck around behind the tray, retrieving the tin of cookies you’d hidden back there, fully knowing the vulchers you called friends would find them if you put them anywhere else. Spencer’s jaw dropped.
“Are those your famous chocolate chip cookies?!” He asked, incredulous. He knew they were incredibly special to you, which is why it was so rare for you to make them. You grinned and nodded. He jumped up, threw the tin on the sofa, and pulled you into a hug. He picked you up a little, causing you to giggle uncontrollably.
“Thank you endlessly, (Y/N).” He said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. A deep blush rose to your cheeks. As you both pulled away, you noticed Spencer was blushing like crazy too.
“I guess that leaves me!” You said, noticing everyone else had opened their presents. You grinned as you dug into yours, pulling out a Starbucks gift card, a new Starbucks tumbler to replace the one you broke a few weeks back, the anniversary copy of your favorite book, (Y/F/B), and finally, a small, blue velvet box was crammed at the very bottom of the back. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and opened it with a gasp. You snapped your head up to meet Spencer, who was grinning at you sheepishly, his cheeks tinted bright pink.
“I-I knew you’ve been l-looking at that necklace for months, so….” He trailed off, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t like it I can take it back,” You stared at him in awe as tears threatened.
“Spence,” You said breathlessly, touching the necklace with a careful finger. “I love it, thank you so much.” Everyone in the room shared a look, fully knowing what was coming. You and Spencer were so busy with each other, that you didn’t notice when Rossi silently ushered the others out of the room and into the hallway to watch.
“Would you mind putting it on for me?” You asked quietly, handing Spencer the small box with a shaky hand.
“S-sure.” Spencer silently cursed his shaking hands as he fiddled with the clasp for a minute, before it clicked into place.
“Thanks.” You glanced up at the tall, lanky Doctor, when something a few feet above his head caught your eye. You gestured up at it, catching his attention.
“Mistletoe.” You said quietly. You got up on your tiptoes and placed a warm, soft kiss on his cheek, earning a blush from Spencer. A weird look came across his face when he suddenly grabbed your face, and crashed his lips into yours. You immediately melted into both Spencer and the kiss, forgetting where you were for just a moment as it was just you and him, alone together.
You pulled apart for air breathlessly, as you looked into the face of what used to be your best friend. That barrier had absolutely been shattered, but when Spencer broke out into a small, shy smile, you knew that it was meant to be that way.
“I…. I’ve been in love with you for the last 4 and a half years. It didn’t take me long at all to realize that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but when I realized how smart, funny, and caring you were? I knew it was over for me. I didn’t say anything for the last few years because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” You whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and smiled a little more.
“Losing you.”
“You’ll never lose me. Not ever.” You shook your head defiantly, and placed another kiss on his lips. This one was much quicker, but filled with all the love and words that hadn’t been spoken until just now, and any words you could ever hope to say. Your friends cheered from beside you as you buried your head in Spencer’s chest, embarrassed. There were rounds and rounds of congratulations, told you so’s, and even a few bets had apparently been placed. You glared as they exchanged money and sheepish grins. You shook your head as you followed your friends into Rossi’s kitchen to continue getting your drink on.
**
It had been a few hours since Spencer’s confession, and to celebrate, you had accidentally had a few drinks too many. You started playing a drinking game with Derek and Prentiss that you had ceremoniously named “Beerio Cart”, and played several rounds since you were the champion. You grinned proudly, Spencer placing a plastic crown you all had found the last time you were at Rossi’s on top of your head, much to Derek’s ego’s chagrin. Following that, you had a few shots with Hotch and Garcia, followed up by the peppermint schnapps Penelope had prepared. Needless to say, the entire team was pretty hammered. IN the last few hours of the evening, Spencer had opted to drink more water and sober himself up slightly in order to save himself the pain the following day.
Rossi was on the same page as Spencer, not to mention the older Italian man’s tolerance was that of a bull. He could probably drink an entire bottle of wine and still be under the legal limit. He had retired to bed around 12:30am, fully aware that he was going to have to cook breakfast for his hungover “children” the following morning. You, Spencer, Prentiss, and Derek were the last ones awake, and now Derek had decided to retire to bed.
“Goodnight, and Merry Christmas.” Derek slurred, tripping up the stairs a little bit. It was the last round of Beerio Cart with Prentiss and Hotch that had done Derek in. Hotch had gone to bed shortly after that, Emily promising him that she would be up shortly after. That was 2 hours ago, and Emily was still downstairs with you and Spencer. She looked around, seeing that everyone except you two had gone to bed, and you were quickly crashing. She shrugged and stumbled up the stairs, managing to make it to her room with Hotch relatively easily. At least it was the first one at the top of the stairs.
Spencer turned his attention to you, and smiled warmly. You were starting to fall asleep standing up. He’d seen you do this a few times before, and usually was able to coax you into either laying your head on his lap if you were on the jet or on his shoulder if you were going to be in the SUVs.
“(Y/N), are you ready to go to bed?” You opened your eyes slowly and blinked, processing his question slowly. You nodded and rubbed your eyes, smearing your makeup all over the place. Spencer smiled a little and guided you to your room, sitting you on the bed.
“Close your eyes, love.” You complied quietly as Spencer gently wiped your makeup off. He tucked you into your bed and placed a kiss on your forehead, turning to leave. He felt you grab his wrist and turned around, caught totally off guard. You were sitting up, wearing your best puppy dog eyes face.
“Stay with me?” You said in such a soft voice, that made Spencer’s heart melt. He glanced at the door, then back at you, where you were still pleading with your eyes. He gave in, took off his shoes, and climbed in beside you. He wrapped an arm around you and you laid on his chest, quickly falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.
***
You began stirring when the smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs and into your room. You scrunched your face at the harshness of the light peaking through the windows, and felt the onset headache.
“Fuck.” You whispered, rubbing your temples.
“Good morning.” Spencer said quietly beside you, sitting up to lean on his elbow. He donned his glasses and his scruff was already growing slightly.
“Good morning, Spence.” You said, your voice still raspy. You looked at the bedside table in search of your phone and saw two ibuprofen tablets and some water. You gulped them down gratefully and immediately felt relief.
You and Spencer made your way downstairs, greeting by the sight of your hungover friends, and Rossi, who was flipping pancakes and bacon at the stove.
“Oh look who decided to join us! The reigning Beerio Cart champion.” He smirked. You saw the crown sitting on the kitchen table and you grabbed it, placing it on top of your head.
“I stand by that wholeheartedly.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. Rossi shrugged.
“If you say so, kid.” You took a seat beside Hotch, who was rubbing circles into Emily’s back on the other side of him. She looked about as bad as you felt, and you instantly hoped you didn’t look like that, especially not in front of Spencer. As if he could hear your thoughts, he smiled at you, and you smiled back. You glanced down at his lips and flicked your eyes back up to meet his, when he closed the gap and pecked you on the lips. You grinned and a blush rose to your cheeks, as you munched on the pancakes Rossi set before you.
“Please tell me you two aren’t always going to be that sickeningly adorable.” Garcia said, wearing her sunglasses inside. You laughed a little, feeling a pain shoot through your brain. You groaned slightly, busying yourself with your pancakes. Spencer made you a bloody mary, spouted out facts about the origin of the drink, the useful properties of it, and anything else he’d known about it. You listened as you sipped, starting to feel just a little bit better. Whether that was with the help of the bloody mary or Spencer, you already knew the answer.
a/n: this is lowkey ass but here’s another request filled !!! if i don’t fill your request i am so sorry my inbox is VERY full and some of them get lost in the sauce!!
word count: 2k
warnings: hints at smut but none actually, fluff as always
“Are you sure we can’t cancel?” Spencer whined, letting his hands come to rest on your hips. You had gone to the break room for a last minute pick-me-up before heading out to the bar with the team, not knowing that Spencer had followed you. It had been a long day with the completion of a case early in the afternoon, and the jet ride was only an hour and a half back to Quantico. You knew Spencer wasn’t fond of the bar scene on a good day, let alone after a long winded case.
“Spence, it’s okay, you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to.” You said leaning into him as you made your coffee. Spencer frowned and shook his head.
“No, I’ll go.” You handed Spencer the extra coffee you had made for him and he gulped it down gratefully, pausing to rub his eyes. You grinned and placed a kiss on his cheek before returning to your desk to grab a pair of new clothes. You went to the bathroom to change, and found Emily and JJ already in there, getting ready.
“Hey there!” Emily said, applying a fresh coat of lipstick.
“Did you convince Spence to join us?” JJ asked.
“Somehow yes. It took a lot of coaxing and a few promises of different things for when we get home tonight.” You giggled. Emily’s jaw dropped and JJ raised her eyebrows, sharing a look with Emily.
“Ooooh, dirty things?”
“I don’t kiss and tell!” You replied, fixing your makeup in the mirror. Emily and JJ shared your laughter and you went into the stall to get changed. You emerged in a red, off the shoulder top and a pair of red black skinny jeans with some calf-high heeled boots. You looked in the mirror and grinned at yourself. You looked like a badass. JJ and Emily had already finished and returned to the bullpen by the time you got changed, with Morgan and Spencer. Morgan whistled as you approached and Spencer stopped mid-conversation with JJ to drop his jaw. You knew that red was Spencer’s favorite color, so wearing it in this capacity was a huge thing for him. You grinned as he approached, resting his hands on your waist.
“You look absolutely gorgeous, my love.” He said quietly, placing a quick peck on your lips. Morgan whistled again, and you gave him the finger. He held his hands up in surrender and walked towards the doors, the rest of your team and you following him into the elevator, where Spencer grabbed your hand. Generally Spencer wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, however, he knew that it was your “love language” of sorts, so he would often compromise with small but sweet gestures; such as allowing his hands to rest on your hips or waist, holding your hand, or the occasional peck on the cheek or lips. It was small enough that Spencer was still comfortable, but it made you ridiculously happy.
You split up among yourselves in the parking lot, meeting up at the bar. Hotch promised Emily that he would take his own car there, to which Emily made a face. He gave a look with her that conveyed he had to do something he didn’t want to, such as having a conversation with the witch herself, Erin Strauss. Prentiss broke into a sympathetic smile as she climbed into the car and rocketed out of the parking lot. You plugged your phone into Spencer’s aux to try and get him a bit more perked up, so you put on one of your playlists that he hated the least; and actually had come to enjoy. He hummed along quietly, absentmindedly stroking his thumb across the top of your hand. You stared out the window and just appreciated the quiet time you got with your love. You arrived shortly later, and the drinking had commenced as soon as you and Spence walked in. Garcia shoved a Bay Breeze into your hand and forced you to chug it for being late.
You complied, shotgunned the drink, and slammed it back down on the bar with a cheer. Garcia seemed satisfied and you felt a hand on the small of your back; it was Spencer. He had a weird look on his face, following his gaze you quickly realized why- some guy at the bar was staring at your ass. His look quickly changed to a scowl as he pulled you in and placed a passionate kiss on your lips, to show the entire place you were entirely his. He pulled away and you quickly pecked his lips and smiled.
“I love you.” You said.
“I love you too.” Spence grinned and took a sip of his beer, grimacing at the taste. It was one of the alcoholic drinks he despised the least, but that was not to say that he was particularly fond of it. He couldn’t understand how Morgan was such a fan of the drink, but learned quickly not to ask questions. To each his own.
Spencer lost track of you rather quickly as you were a little ways away, at the other end of the bar, doing shots. Suddenly Spencer felt a presence behind him, and looked back to see Morgan.
“What’s up, Boy Wonder? You look a little lost.” Spencer frowned and shrugged.
“I just don’t like the party bar sort of scene, but I wanted to make (Y/N) happy.” Morgan chuckled and took a sip of his beer.
“Pretty boy, you are both very very sweet, and frankly quite whipped.” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his friend, who was being beckoned by Garcia. Spencer followed behind and when you saw him, you lit up.
“Hey you,” You said, reaching out your hand. Spencer took it gratefully, and pulled you into a hug. You melted into him.
“You guys wanna grab a seat at the bar, get some apps and a few more drinks?” Morgan offered, taking Garica’s hand. You all agreed and Prentiss walked away to call Hotch, to see if he was on his way and if he wanted anything for when he got there.
Your time at the bar was relatively short lived before moving to a table to accommodate the group better. Morgan sat back with his arm slung around Garcia’s shoulders, who was getting closer to tipsy with every sip of her margarita. You were talking about first kisses, to which you felt Spencer tense up slightly beside you, like he so often did during these sorts of conversations.
“I mean, I kissed my childhood best friend on the playground, but I doubt that really counts.” You paused.
“Not really. It counts for something, but it’s not your real like, first kiss. Spill it, girl.” Morgan said, smirking.
“Alright, alright. I was a sophomore in high school; my best friend had this family friend who had a son a year younger than us, who went to high school with us. He was really sweet, but also very VERY quiet. We were sort of friends, in a sense. Like, we knew each other and would text back and forth sometimes, mostly about a bio class we had together, but regardless. I really liked him and he never expressed any real interest in me, other than just like smiling at me and getting close to me, which didn’t mean much. Anyway, my best friend and I went to a New Year’s Eve party at his house and we were mostly hanging out in the basement or floating around with the various kids we went to high school with, just hanging out and other teenager stuff. Lo and behold, it’s the countdown to midnight and he appeared at my side. It became midnight and he grabbed my hand so I would look at him, he took my head in his hands and just kissed me.” You smiled at the memory of the sweet boy who only lasted in your life for about a month.
Derek laughed, Garcia and Prentiss awed, and Spencer didn’t really express anything. He just took a quiet sip of his beer.
“Alright, I said. It’s your turn, Prentiss!” Her eyes widened as she shook her head.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” She smirked, echoing your words from earlier today. You rolled your eyes as Hotch approached the table.
“Saved by the bell.” You muttered as Emily stood, giving Hotch a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and sat beside her.
“Another round?” You offered, standing up with your now empty glass. You crossed the room and took a seat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you. You saw someone sit beside you out of your peripheral and realized it was Garcia, who was grinning wickedly.
“Hi, Sweets.” She said, sounding entirely too innocent. You narrowed your eyes.
“What did you do?” You asked.
“Nothing!”
“Pen.”
“I didn’t do anything. I have an idea,” She smirked.
“Oh God, what?”
“I saw this hilarious thing on Twitter last night where you text your significant other something SUUUPER nasty when you’re in a public setting together to see how they react.” You considered it for a minute, when the bartender approached. You listed off the group’s order and he disappeared.
“You’ve caught my attention, Pen. Have you tried it with Derek?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Have I tried it. Please, honey. I’ve done it 4 times tonight alone, have you noticed him even FLINCH?” You glanced back at Morgan, who was clapping Hotch on the back. Your eyes wandered to Spencer, who was finally smiling, and looked like he was actually having a good time. Perfect opportunity.
“You’re on, Garcia. $20 says Spencer blushes, shifts in his seat, and looks down at the table.”
“Alright, I say he smirks, rests his head on his hand, and gives you that look he does right before you leave the BAU.” A flush filled your face as you realized that your allegedly “discreet” look was apparently not so discreet.
The bartender returned with the drinks seconds later, and you only had about a minute to come up with something GOOD. With the help of Garcia, you got to work crafting the dirtiest text you could think of that would earn you the response you were looking for from your boyfriend.
Spencer felt his phone vibrating in his pocket which immediately alarmed him, considering the few people that would actually text him were all sitting with him. Besides you, who had gone to the bar, but you wouldn’t have just disappeared and only sent a text. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read the text he received from you, immediately reacting the way you thought he would.
He quickly locked his phone and put it face down on the table, running a hand through his hair in discomfort. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, among other places, as he began shifting in his seat to try and discreetly make himself a bit more comfortable. He stared at the table, hard, as if he was going to burn a hole through it with his eyes. Meanwhile, you were collecting $20 from Garcia across the room, in tears from laughing so hard. With Penelope’s help you escorted the drinks back to the table, earning a few cheers from your friends. You sat beside Spencer and placed a casual hand on his thigh, making him squirm even more.
“Why did you do that?!” He whispered in your ear.
You simply smirked in response and took a sip of your drink.
“Let’s just say i’m now $20 richer.” Spencer narrowed his eyes at you before looking around the table, his eyes landing very quickly on Garcia. She was being uncharacteristically quiet and still leaning on Derek, but avoiding eye contact with Spencer. He scowled and she ignored it, trying to suppress her laughter.
You placed a chaste kiss on Spencer’s cheek and he shifted again, but grabbed your hand anyway. For what it was worth, Spencer was definitely very good at putting up with your mischievous ways.
You unlocked your phone to send someone a text, when you saw your own to Spencer. You grinned in spite of yourself.
I can’t think about anything besides you throwing me on the bar and ravaging me in every way you please. You know, kinda like last night…. I’ve never heard you say my name so loud.
request: blurb request! spencer reid x reader y/n getting super sad and mumbling thru tears “ just wanna be close to you”
a/n: okay i sat at my computer for a solid 10 minutes trying to figure out where and how i could run with this story and i think i figured out the perfect thing heheheeee
word count: 2.6k
warnings: slight angst (i guess? idek) and fluff! and jello. personally i hate jello
“Are you sure?” You overheard Morgan saying as you inspected the surrounding area, Spencer doing the same. “Alright, I’ll tell (Y/N) and Reid. Thanks.” He hung up the phone and turned to you.
“The lab was clean.” He said, frowning. “Where’s Reid?” You looked over your shoulder and came up empty, looking around a little more frantically.
“Spencer?” You called. No response.
“Reid!” Morgan called a little louder. Still no response.
You started running and screaming Spencer’s name, when you looked in the direction of the open front door. You ran up and started into the lab when Spencer ran out of nowhere and shoved you back, closing the door between you.
“Spencer what the hell are you doing?!” You asked, looking up at him.
“You have to get out of here now.” He said, locking the door.
“Spence i’m not-”
“Now, (Y/N)! The anthrax lab is in here! It’s too late for me, you have to leave! I’m so sorry.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you approached Morgan, who heard the entire conversation.
Hotch and the officers from downtown appeared shortly, you were sitting outside beside Morgan. You both stood as Hotch approached, already having been briefed by Morgan.
“It’s not your fault, (Y/L/N).” Hotch said.
“I should have gone in with him, at least then he wouldn’t be alone.” You muttered, wiping away a spare tear.
“Reid, we’re gonna get you out of there as quickly as possible, and get you to a hospital.” Hotch said into the phone. He put it on speaker in time for you to hear Spencer’s response.
“No.”
“NO?” You called.
“I’m already infected, that doesn’t mean I can’t help from in here. This guy must have created an antidote in the case of accidental self infection.” He said. Hotch remained quiet.
“Hotch, you gotta say something to him!” Morgan was angry with himself as well for not going in with Spencer. The idea of the kid dying ripped a hole in his chest.
“He’s right, Morgan.” Morgan shook his head and threw his hands up, walking away. You sat there, the sick feeling in your stomach becoming more and more potent. You and Spencer had only been dating for 5 months before this, the idea of already losing him was terrifying and entirely too real to you. You’d had too many close calls in your friendship alone, let alone during your short-lived relationship. Army men began setting up tents outside of the house. Reid was listing off everything that he could see in the room to get a better idea of who the new unsub was, and what his next move was since murdering Nichols. You and Morgan elected to stay with Reid while Hotch went to the BAU.
“Hey Garcia.”
“Hey, Reid.”
“No nicknames today, huh?”
“Not when you’re in there and we’re all out here. What can I do to help?” He could hear worry laced in her voice. He swallowed hard.
“I need to record, um, a couple of messages.” Spencer tried to will away the tears he felt coming.
“Sure thing, just give me one second.”
“You ready?”
“Go, Reid.”
“Hi, mom. This is Spencer, just calling to say that I love you and am so happy to be your son. You’re a great mom. Get it, Garcia?”
“Yep,” She sniffled slightly, hoping Reid didn’t hear her. He did.
“One more message, this one is for (Y/N). Hi there, love. Um, this is Spencer. I guess you figured that out when I called you love, at the beginning of this message.” He chuckled a little, and wiped away a tear that was falling. “Um, I don’t know how else to say it, but I love you, so much. Ever since your first week at the BAU, I’ve been in love with you. I’m so glad you allow me to love you every single day, and show you just how special you are to me. I’ll see you soon, I love you.” Garcia was now silently crying on the other end, and could barely choke out that she got both of his messages taken care of. He thanked her as the team in hazmat suits approached.
“I gotta go, thanks again Garcia.” He hung up and faced the doctor.
“Are you in any pain, Dr. Reid?” She asked. He swallowed and refused treatment, promising that he felt fine. He was actually beginning to sweat and his thoughts were clouding slightly, but he pushed through.
“I believe the antidote is in here somewhere, as a just in case precaution. He was a military scientist, so it won’t be out in the open.” Reid felt a cough rising in his throat, and panic setting in. He swallowed hard, again, and answered the incoming call he had been anticipating.
“Hey, Spence.” Your voice was thick. “I’m here with Morgan. How are you doing in there?”
“I’ve been better.” He laughed a little, leading to a small coughing fit. You felt your stomach knot harder.
“Stay with me, Spence. What can you tell us about the man Nichols was working with?” You could hear the shuffling of papers on Spencer’s end.
“I see a thesis with writing in the margins, like a professor would do for a student.” He began reading from the paper, almost verbatim to something Nichols had said earlier.
“I’ll call Garcia.” Derek walked away to do just that, and Spencer was coughing again. You sniffled.
“Hey, I’m okay, love. I’m gonna be fine!” Spencer tried, but failed, to sound even remotely convincing. How could he when he just gave Garcia his goodbye messages?
“We’re gonna catch this sonofabitch and get you out of there, I swear, Spence.” Tears were flowing freely now.
“Yeah, we are.”
“Here’s Morgan, Garcia found the unsub.” Spencer breathed a small sigh of relief.
“Get out of there, Pretty Boy.” Morgan said, clapping his phone shut. Spencer smiled and hung up his own phone, when the doctor approached.
“You were right, Reid. It wasn’t somewhere we would think to look.” She held up Nichols’s inhaler.
You watched as the men in the hazmat suits escorted Reid out of the house and into the tent, and started hosing him down.
“Spence.” You breathed, watching him react to the seemingly cold water and trying to approach him. He held out his hand.
“Go help Hotch.” He said, his voice rough from coughing.
“No, I’m staying here with you.” You said, crossing your arms. He knew arguing with you was futile, and that he needed to save his energy. “Morgan went with Hotch.” You could tell what he was thinking.
You tried to get closer, not caring about the consequences. He stopped you again, and met your eyes, brimming with fresh tears.
“I just want to be close to you.” Your tears spilled over and fell down your cheeks, as you suddenly felt Spencer’s hand delicately lift your head to meet his eyes. “I really thought we were going to lose you. I’ve never been so afraid.”
“They’re about to strip me naked, and scrub me down. Do you really wanna see that?” You tried to suppress a laugh. Spencer smiled a little.
“I’ll meet you outside. I’m riding with you in the ambulance.” Spencer seemed satisfied with the compromise and you exited the tent, pacing just outside as you could hear him coughing. You frowned and put your head in your hands, still worried about whether or not there was enough time to save him.
The doctor’s wheeled him out on a gurney a few minutes later, coughing his head off. You climbed in after him and grabbed his hand as he continued coughing, closing his eyes.
“How are you, Dr. Reid?” Doctor Kimura asked, hovering a stethoscope above Spencer’s chest.
“I’ve been better, honestly. But besides the coughing, I feel okay.” You frowned and rubbed your thumb across the top of his hand.
You arrived at the hospital shortly after and took a break to call the team, and alert them that Reid’s vitals were stabilizing.
“Hey Morgan, it’s (Y/N). Reid and I are at the hospital, I think he’s gonna be okay. He’s asleep now, but I think he’s gonna be okay. Call me when you get this, bye.” You clapped your phone shut and sat back, reading the book Reid had given you a couple of months ago that you often read on the jet rides home. It was very long, but very interesting, and since it was one of Spencer’s favorites that was actually in english, you promised him you would read it and tell him what you thought.
“Hey, Pretty Girl, we caught him.” Morgan said. You could hear the grin in his voice.
“Of course you guys did. Did you get to tackle him or did you apprehend him the less fun way?” You giggled.
“For your information, missy, I don’t get a kick out of tackling psychopaths.” He replied.
“I call bullshit.”
“Oh whatever. How’s our boy?”
“Still sleeping, but the anthrax is making its way out thanks to Spence finding the cure in the inhaler. Don’t tell him I said this, it might go to his head. He’s kind of a genius.” You pretended to whisper. Morgan chuckled on the other line and sighed.
“Something like that. Want me to meet you at the hospital?”
“Sure. There’s a ton of jello here, i’ve been munching on it as I wait for Spence to wake up.” You said, taking another bite.
“Whatever happened to you being so worried you couldn’t eat, like, 2 hours ago?” Morgan asked.
“Doctor Kimura said he was gonna be fine, he just needed time to rest. The worry left and the jello appeared. I don’t make the rules.” You said simply.
“Whatever, kiddo. See you in 20.” Morgan hung up before you could say anything else, and you returned to your book and your jello. Spencer stirred slightly, your heart leaping into your throat, only to turn slightly and let out a small snore. You giggled a little, and kept reading.
You made it about 4 chapters deep when Morgan finally showed, magazine in hand.
“Anything yet?” He asked, pulling up a chair beside you. You shook your head and opened another pack of jello, handing Morgan a green one.
“Ew, I hate the green. Give me a red,” He put the green back and opened the red, digging in as he flipped carelessly through his magazine. A raspy voice caught your attention.
“Is that jello?” You snapped your head up and were met by Spencer’s hazel eyes, glancing back and forth from the jello in your hand to your face.
“You’re awake!” You threw your book into Morgan’s lap and stood to go grab Dr. Kimura.
“Welcome back, Pretty Boy. Thought we lost you for a minute.” Spencer smiled weakly.
“I’m just glad you caught him, and that I found the antidote in the lab.” He rasped, eyeing up your jello.
“How are you feeling, Doctor?” Dr. Kimura asked from the doorway, smiling. She was extremely happy to see the young Doctor made a full recovery, and was going to be back to normal in a matter of days.
You stepped out from behind Dr. Kimura with an armful of jello, and a spoon. Spencer grinned like a child and took the orange one gratefully, shoving a huge spoonful into his mouth.
“Thank you.” He tried to sit up and winced slightly, falling back on his pillows.
“You gotta take it easy for a few days, Kid.” Morgan said, not looking up. Spencer sighed but closed his eyes as you pet his hair. A calm smile crossed his features and you smiled, so happy to have met someone as amazing as Doctor Spencer Reid, FBI agent.
Down the road……
The anthrax incident had been anything but forgotten, though moved past. Reid made a full recovery as expected, and was back to work in a matter of days, something that made you extremely happy. You had stopped by Starbucks like you did every morning, Spencer waiting for you in the car. Garcia had texted you that morning that she was running late and asked you to pick up her usual, and she decided to order yours and Spencer’s usuals as well. You grabbed the drinks and went out to the car, making your way through the morning D.C traffic with your love and plenty of caffeine.
You went straight to Penelope’s lair to deliver her coffee, when you heard Spencer’s voice on the other side. Had he gone a different way and beaten you there?
“Hi there, love. Um, this is Spencer. I guess you figured that out when I called you love, at the beginning of this message.” He chuckled a little, and wiped away a tear that was falling. “Um, I don’t know how else to say it, but I love you, so much. Ever since your first week at the BAU, I’ve been in love with you. I’m so glad you allow me to love you every single day, and show you just how special you are to me. I’ll see you soon, I love you” Your eyes widened. It sounded like he was rehearsing something. Was he proposing already? Or working out how to say “I love you”? Neither one of you had said it yet. You were prepared to, but wanted the moment to be just right. You also weren’t sure where Spence stood on the matter. You knew Spencer was absolutely the one, and you would marry him in a heartbeat, but wasn’t it a little bit early? You were barely living together by this point, marriage seemed a little bit down the road. You decided to enter, cautious.
“Hey, Pen, here’s your coffee.” You glanced around the small room, but there was no sign of Spencer anywhere. “Who were you talking to? It sounded like Spencer.” You eyed Penelope, who choked a little bit on her coffee. Her eyes widened.
“Uh, I was watching a Youtube video.” She said quickly, avoiding eye contact. You sat on the edge of her desk and looked down at her. She still refused to make eye contact, instead fiddling with a plastic ring adorning her middle finger.
“Pen, it sounded just like Spencer.” You pressed.
“Oh, fine! He didn’t want me to show you this but here it is.” Penelope replayed the message you had heard moments before, this time it was unmistakable. It was Spencer.
“When did he record this?” You asked, feeling as if you were out of breath.
“During the anthrax case, in case he didn’t get to say goodbye.” Penelope mumbled, looking guilty.
“Why didn’t you show me sooner? That… that was so sweet.”
“He didn’t want me to, he said it was unnecessary since he survived.” You set your mouth in a line and went to hunt down Spencer. You found him perched on Morgan’s desk, boring him about some Shakespeare play you had seen together over the weekend. You tucked on his sleeve and pulled him aside, interrupting him.
“Hello to you too. What’s up?” He seemed confused since you looked so angry, but weren’t using what he dubbed “your angry voice”.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the message you told Garcia to give me in case something happened to you during the anthrax case?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. His eyes widened.
“I-I didn’t want to make you upset, uh,” He stammered, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“I love you too, Spence.” You whispered. He visibly relaxed. He smiled a little and pulled you into a tight hug.
“I meant every word I said, by the way.” He whispered in your ear. You closed your eyes and nudged your head deeper into his shoulder.
“Good.” You stayed like that for a few minutes until Morgan walked by and whistled, causing both of you to turn bright red and go back to your desks.
i think this is actually the longest fic i’ve written to date, goddamn. as always, i really really ran with this one. **LOOSELY BASED OFF OF SEASON 4 EPISODE 9 “52 Pickup”.
word count: 3.8k
warnings: none, some angst and some fluff.
“So you think he’s taking classes on how to talk to women?” Prentiss asked, incredulous. You tried to surprise your giggles, causing the others to look at you.
“Maybe Reid should try that,” Spencer’s face reddened as he busied himself with the file, pretending to read through it. You could tell he was faking because it never took him that long to study a file.
“I’m kidding, Spence.” You said a short time later, suddenly feeling guilty. Spencer looked up at you and nodded, tight lipped. He returned to the book he was reading. You shook your head and headed to the back of the jet to make yourself a coffee and take a break for a little while. Your peace, however, was short lived. Morgan strolled back and started making himself a cup of coffee while you waited for yours to finish brewing. He looked at you, eyebrows raised.
“What’s on your mind, Sweet Thing?” He asked.
“I feel really bad about what I said to Spencer.” You said quietly, taking a long sip of your coffee. Derek chuckled.
“I know why you said it, can’t say I blame you entirely.” You narrowed your eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh nothing, nothing at all.”
“Morgan.” Your tone raised slightly.
“Alright fine, you can put the angry eyes away. All I meant was that I can see the way you look at him, and you’re frustrated that he hasn’t made any sort of moves.” He said, leaning against the counter and raising his eyebrows again. “Am I wrong?”
Your answer was you walking away. He was completely on track, but you couldn’t bear to say the words out loud just yet. There wasn’t much hope on your end in terms of Spencer feeling the same way about you that you do him, so what was the point of hoping? It just lead to high expectations and low outcomes. You forced yourself to concentrate on the case file for the rest of the ride, briefly glancing at Spencer here and there; you made eye contact 3 times.
Although the jet ride was painfully quiet, the arrival on the scene was nowhere near as heavy. Well, in a sense. You were staring a dead woman in the face who looked just a little bit too much like you for your taste, and you could tell Prentiss was having similar thoughts.
“I guess we have to go pay this “Viper” guy a visit.” Spencer said behind you, quietly. You turned and looked at him, eyebrows raised. It was the first thing he’d said to you since the jet.
“Okay, I’ll grab the keys from Hotch.” You turned on your heel and headed in Hotch’s direction as Morgan approached Reid.
“I see the way you look at her, you know.” Morgan said from behind him, frightening Reid slightly. He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, and made a confused face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said quietly, walking to the car you hopped in.
“Those two are made for each other, goddamn.” Morgan said to no one in particular. Meanwhile, your ride to Viper’s class was a little too quiet for your liking. You broke the silence and turned the radio down slightly.
“I’m sorry, Spencer.” He looked at you suddenly, as if lost in his own thoughts.
“For what?” He frowned.
“For what I said on the jet, that was unfair and I’m sorry.” Spencer was quiet for a minute, contemplating.
“I really am, Spence.”
“No no I know, I accept your apology. I was just thinking, what if that was the reason the unsub had taken the class in the first place?” You paused, waiting for him to continue. He had something.
“Meaning that if a woman in his life, whether it was a girlfriend, wife, or maybe a female in a club, made him feel small and that he was unable to pick up women. Maybe he’s impotent and he’s out to prove a point.” You grinned and touched Spencer’s arm lightly, retracting when you remembered his disdain for being touched. His facial expression faltered, but was replaced quickly when he called Hotch.
“You are such a genius, Boy Wonder.” He smiled and looked at his hands in his lap, feeling warmth spread through his body.
The drive through downtown Atlanta was an easy one, you having spent the majority of your early to late teens and 20s driving all through downtown D.C. You arrived at the community center rather quickly, and found Viper in a seminar room on the first floor.
“This is the jungle, my friends, and you are the predators.” He said to his class, earning a round of applause.
As you and Spencer approached, he looked you up and down hungrily, licking his lips.
“Well hello there, gorgeous. Fortunately for you my class just let out, and I happen to have an hour until my ne-”
“My name is Doctor Spencer Reid and I’m with the FBI Behavioural Analysis Unit, and this is Agent (Y/L/N).” Viper tore his prying eyes away from you for a moment to look Spencer up and down, clearly unimpressed.
“Sure, sure. What can I do for you, Agents?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“This is regarding your, uh, class. Have you seen any sort of suspicious people or any of your students acting out of the ordinary?” Reid said, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“All my students are out of the ordinary, otherwise they wouldn’t need me to guide them.” He returned his attention to you, with a smirk.
“I, however, am the master. Picking up women is my profession and my dedication.” You rolled your eyes.
“We need to see a list of your students.” You said, monotone.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Sweetheart.”
“We will come back with a warrant.” You glared. Men like Viper made you sick.
“Alright, fine, Miss. Agent. You’ll get the roster. You can have anything else you want, you just have to ask nicely.” Viper leaned in closer and Spencer moved forward, almost shielding you.
“Oh, Dr. Reid, moving to protect the lady, hmm? How often do you have to rely on that title of yours to help you bring women home?” He almost laughed.
“Frankly, “Viper”, the way you talk to women is completely demeaning and utterly disgusting. We will come back with a warrant and will be investigating your supposed alibis, because right now you are a prime suspect in a murder investigation.” Spencer got in Viper’s face, his face as cold as stone. You’d never seen him get his back up in this way, usually it was Morgan.
“I have receipts to back up my whereabouts last night, for your information.”
“If you have any questions, call the Atlanta police department.” You said quietly, handing him a card with the number written out on the back. He looked you up and down one more time and replaced the ridiculous furry hat back on his head.
You followed Spencer out the door and back to the car, almost unable to keep up with his pace.
“Spence, what’s up?” He looked out the window, not saying anything. You could sense his anger.
“What’s wrong?” You pressed.
“I don’t like the way Viper was looking at you or talking to you.” He spat. “He was looking at you the way a predator looks at literal prey; you are so much more than that.”
Your face softened, and you rested a hand on his shoulder.
“I appreciate you standing up for me, that was very sweet.” You whispered, giving him a small smile. His heart fluttered, and he mustered up a small smile in return.
“Anytime, (Y/N/N).” He looked back out the window and subconsciously unclenched his fists at your sides, making you smile a little more.
Your ride back to the police station was very quiet, Spencer was still angry at Viper’s disgusting nature, and was completely against Morgan and Hotch’s idea to send you into a club as bait.
“This is ridiculous!” He said, crossing his arms.
“Spence, it’s fine. If it’s what I have to do, then it’s what I have to do.” You said, beginning to get frustrated. You appreciated more than anything how much Spencer cared, it made your heart do backflips, but you could take care of yourself. You’d been an FBI agent for 4 and a half years, and trained with Morgan regularly. Worst case scenario, you could handle yourself.
“It’s not fine, (Y/N). You were already subjected to Viper once today, now you have to go act as the prey for the unsub? What if he kidnaps you?”
“Reid, we’re going to be stationed at the bar and on the floor handing out fliers. Nothing is going to happen.” Spencer walked out of the room, Prentiss following close behind.
You crossed your arms and huffed. Hotch looked at you, and then looked away. You knew what you had to do, and you were determined to save some lives tonight, whether Spencer liked it or not.
“Are you ladies almost ready?” Hotch said on the other side of the door.
“Yeah, Hotch, we’ll be out in 5 minutes.” Emily called back. You could hear Hotch’s retreating footsteps, and resumed your conversation.
“Did he really say that?” Emily asked, securing an earring.
“Yep. Verbatim.”
“Wow, I can’t believe Reid had the guts to stand up to Viper like that, or that Viper even had the audacity to say something like that!”
“When you’re a misogynistic narcissist, anything is possible.”
Emily laughed in response as you looked at yourself in the full body mirror, smiling a little bit. As much as you hated to admit it, you did look good. You were in a tight red dress with a plunging neckline, gold jewelry, and red heels. You adorned a smokey eye look and teased your hair, completing the outfit. If nothing else, you were definitely ready for the club. Prentiss’s outfit was similar, except black with silver accessories. You opened the door to find your knights awaiting, and a few dropped jaws.
“Phew, you ladies clean up nice. You sure you’re alright with this?” Morgan said, directing the question at you.
“Yeah. Where’s Reid?” You asked, Spencer nowhere in sight. Morgan frowned and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“He’s waiting in the car.” Hotch said, looking at Morgan. Morgan shrugged his shoulders as you followed them to the car you were set to take, separately from the rest of the team so it looked like you were going in on your own.
“Spencer’s jaw would drop harder than Morgan’s if he saw you back there,” Emily said, a knowing look crossing her features. You snorted a little.
“Yeah right, he wouldn’t notice anything was different.” Months ago on a ladies night with Emily, JJ, and Penelope, you’d confessed your crush on Spencer to them after a few glasses of wine too many. Since then, they’d done everything they could to try and make sure you two would get together, but to no avail. Either Spencer was pretty good at hiding his true feelings, or he just did not feel the same way.
You were hoping for option 1.
You arrived at the club a lot sooner than you would’ve liked, and entered beside Prentiss.
“Just pretend like it’s another ladies night.” She said. You nodded and headed straight for the bar while she went to find a hightop to stand at.
“Two margaritas, please.” You told the bartender, who flashed a white smile. You smiled back softly and looked at the sea of people crowding the dance floor, looking for any sort of activity that caught your eye. On the other side of the bar, something did catch your eye. Spencer. He was staring at you, and when he noticed you looking back, he reverted his attention to Morgan. You frowned, and thanked the bartender.
“Spence was staring at me.” You said as you placed your drinks on the table. Prentiss raised her eyebrows and nodded at Morgan, who nodded back. He and Spencer moved slightly away from the bar to pass out fliers and ask if anyone had seen the man from the sketch.
You mindlessly sipped your marg when a familiar scent hit your nose, and rose your eyes to meet Viper’s.
“Oh no.” You said, giving Prentiss a look.
“Hello again, fancy meeting you here. Decide to take me up on my offer to see me on my turf?” He asked.
“No.” You said.
“Well, maybe I can pique your friend’s interest here. How are you, Sweetheart?” Prentiss glared.
“Here to prey on some younger women?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow. Viper frowned, but recovered quickly.
“If that means you, then yes ma’am. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, trying to take her hand. She snapped her hand back to her body, and looked annoyed.
“If you aren’t here to help us, walk away.” She said, clenching her teeth. Viper shrugged and headed back in the direction of the bar, probably to find some other poor soul.
“He is not real.”
“I wish that were true.” You both took a long drag from your drinks, and found your eyes wandering towards the tall, curly haired genius. It was hard to find him at first, until you picked him out as the most uncomfortable man in the room. Morgan was beside him, also without any fliers, pointing to various women in the room. Spencer was nodding, as if taking mental notes about whatever Morgan was saying.
“Women like it when you can make them laugh. I know your sense of humor is a bit questionable, but if you can get her laughing, you’re definitely on your way there.” Spencer nodded, finding his gaze locked on you. You looked absolutely stunning in your red dress, barely coming above your knees. Your makeup accentuated your gorgeous eyes and your hair framed your face, and Spencer was breathless.
“Hey, stay with me, Pretty Boy. These tips can work on her too, I promise.” He nodded in your direction with a knowing smirk. Spencer’s cheeks flushed and he turned his attention to the bartender, who was talking to a couple of younger girls. He approached her and gave her a shy smile and a wave, pulling a spare flier from his pocket.
“Have you seen this guy walking around tonight?” He asked. The bartender shook her head and moved on to the man next to her, filling a drink order as she spoke.
“He looks familiar, but so do all the men I come across around here. He’s a common character.” She nodded to the paper in Spencer’s hand. She clearly wasn’t interested, too busy to be.
“Alright, then can I ask you something?” He said, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. She placed the drink down in front of the man next to him, turning her attention back to Spencer.
“Shoot.” She looked down the bar and saw that the other bartender had taken a few guests at a time, so she had a free minute.
Now he was across the room, talking to the female bartender. He was performing a magic trick for her, causing your blood to boil. She was giggling and touching his arm, and you could see the blush on his cheeks from across the room.
You grabbed your drink and were ready to march over there, when Prentiss caught your arm.
“I think I know who the unsub is,” You looked at her, thoughts of Spencer long forgotten.
“I was thinking about what you were saying about Viper’s speech today- the thing about squashing the queen bee.” Sparks collided in your brain as your eyes widened, connecting the dots.
“I’ll grab Spencer and Morgan, tell Hotch and let’s get out of here.” You chugged the rest of the margarita and felt it immediately, marching over to Spencer and Morgan much more confidently than you should have.
“We know who the unsub is,” You said, primarily to Morgan.
“Who?” Spencer asked, abandoning the magic trick and the bartender. She walked away without a second glance. Your glare hardened as you turned on your heel, walking out of the bar.
Morgan and Reid looked at each other before following you outside, watching as you jumped in the car with Prentiss and Hotch. Rossi pulled up in a car beside them, and they hopped in too. Spencer and Morgan put their vests on in the car and Spencer allowed his mind to wander. You’d looked so angry back there. Did he say something? He was only angry on your behalf earlier, he didn’t think you would be upset with him for something so trivial. He frowned as you all pulled up outside of the house.
You hopped out after Prentiss, still in your dress, but changed into black high top converse. You looked somehow even better with the dress and the converse, your hair still wild and free. Spencer gulped as he unholstered his gun, following behind Morgan. You were the first to enter the house, clearing almost half of the downstairs by the time Morgan and Reid caught up. You started up the stairs when you’d heard a crash from behind a door.
“He’s in there!” You yelled, jumping down the stairs to kick down the basement door. “FBI you’re under arrest!” You screamed down the stairs, making your way down with Morgan hot on your heels.
“Put your weapon down.” Morgan said, aiming right for his head. The unsub simply laughed.
“Or what, you’ll shoot me, pretty girl? I don’t think so.” The unsub inched closer, and you trained your gun on his head.
“One more step and you die. I don’t really think you want that, though.” You remained firm, and the unsub lost his nerve. The knife clattered as it hit the ground, the victim crying as she wriggled in her restraints behind him.
Morgan cuffed him and forced him upstairs, and as Reid approached you, you followed behind them. Reid frowned once more and followed Prentiss and Rossi back upstairs. Luckily, the unsub had slipped up and led the trail right to his home and the latest victim, who you were able to save. No harm had come to her when you had gotten there, although the disemboweling seemed like it was about to begin. It was safe to say she was scarred psychologically.
You stood a bit apart, arms crossed over your chest. You didn’t even hear Spencer approach.
“I don’t think I got the chance to tell you this, neither at the club or at the police station. You look beautiful,” Spencer’s brown eyes glistened, boring into yours.
“Thanks.” You said.
“I can tell by your tone and body language that you’re upset with me, but I still haven’t quite worked out why.” He pressed, standing in front of you, hands in his pockets.
“You don’t think I can handle myself.” You said, raising your eyes to meet his. He scrunched his face in confusion.
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to; it was the way you were so angry at the police station earlier today. It didn’t seem like you thought I could do it or handle it.” You glared. Your expression softened when Spencer frowned.
“I didn’t mean to make you think that, I was just worried about you. I don’t know what I would do with myself if anything happened to you,” Spence said quietly, taking your hand in his. All your anger dissipated the moment he took your hand.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
You were quiet for a minute, contemplating bringing up what you saw between Spencer and the bartender. You decided against it, and opted to give him a hug.
“I appreciate how much you care, Spence.” You said into his shoulder. He gratefully returned the hug, elated that you were no longer angry with him. You both pulled away and rejoined your team, heading for the jet. You both slept the entire plane ride, since you were able to change into a pair of leggings and a hoodie. Spencer’s hoodie.
Spencer walked you to your car as he did after most cases, just so he could be secure in knowing you were safe for another night. You had been debating the entire walk whether or not it was a good idea to bring up the bartender, and you eventually decided to ask. You had to know whether or not to move on.
“Spence,” You broke the silence as you approached your car. He turned his attention to you, his eyes tired. “Whatever happened with the bartender from the club?” You asked, absentmindedly picking at your nails. He picked up on it right away, and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“What do you mean?” He took your hand to stop your nail picking. You frowned. He rubbed his thumb across your knuckles to prompt you to continue.
“You were flirting with her and I wasn’t sure how it went.” You hadn’t thought past asking the question, therefore you didn’t have a very good reason why you were asking. Spencer looked unconvinced, but decided to bite anyway.
“Nothing happened, I didn’t get her number or anything. She wasn’t really my type.” He said, nodding. You nodded in return and smiled. He smiled, but furrowed his eyebrows further. “Why?” He smirked a little.
“I was just curious.”
“Uh huh. What’s the actual reason?”
“I WAS curious!”
“With ulterior motives, I’m sure.”
You shifted your weight between your feet, suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze. He raised his eyebrows and closed the already shrinking gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away and raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Is that why?”. You reached up and pulled his face back down to yours in another soft, warm kiss.
“Yeah. I was a little bit jealous.” You said, slightly breathless. Spencer smiled softly, and intertwined your fingers.
“Why were you jealous?” You sighed, and smiled up at him.
“Because I like you, dummy.” His eyebrows shot up as if you told him the secret to curing cancer, and slowly processed a response.
“I-I like you too.” You pressed a final kiss to his warm lips and grinned into it, letting your forehead come to rest against yours.
“I should have known the way you were drooling over me in that dress.” You whispered. He looked away and swallowed, running a hand through his hair.
“Goodnight, Spence.” You rolled your eyes as you threw your go bag in your back seat. He was grinning like a doofus as he made his way to his car, receiving a text from you as soon as he got in.
“You’re such a little dork, Reid. You’re lucky you’re adorable.” The warm feeling washed over Spencer once again as he held his phone to his chest, smiling like an idiot his entire drive home.
Note: Sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes, I didn’t go back through it LOL, but I may in the future. Enjoy !!!
Request: “hi was wondering if i could request a reid x sister fic where the reader gets a boyfriend and spencer doesn’t like him and it turns out the boyfriend is an unsub. i love your work so much!!!”
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Sister!Reader
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When Spencer met your boyfriend for the first time, he told you immediately after that he didn’t like him. He began explaining the signs he was noticing, but you didn’t dare to listen. You told him he was a great guy, and that he was just being over protective because he was your brother. You told him to stop profiling everyone you meet, that who you date and who you’re friends with is entirely up to you, and that he should just let you live things out on your own. Of course, you did appreciate his concerns, but you just figured he was a bit overdramatic. I mean, you were all just kids, and of course Spence would have a biased view on you hanging out or dating someone.
Your boyfriend’s name was Noah. You’d been dating for about four months, he had wavy hair, dressed pretty plainly, very smart, and liked classic rock (Except Led Zeppelin, damn did he hate that band.) You’d met after the death of a mutual friend, Elaine Richards, a year ago, and the two of you became close after helping each other through such a hard time. You hung out all the time, called all the time, merged your friend groups together. Everything. And you loved him. Your friends all knew you both liked each other, and eventually, you finally went out on a date.
School had ended, and you had just got to the apartment to actually see Spencer in it, which was a very rare occurrence.
“Hey Spence! I didn’t know you were off.” you said with a smile.
“I’m not, actually. There’s a case locally.” he said, which turned your smile o a frown.
“Well that’s not good.” you replied, trying to lighten his mood. He seemed stressed and aggravated, as that happened every once in a while when a case was particularly difficult. It always made you feel bad for him., “We should go do something before you have to go back. You know, some good ol’ sibling bonding.”
“Sorry, Y/N, but not today. Serial killers don’t exactly wait for ‘sibling bonding.”” he sighed, annoyed. You figured at this point you’d just leave him to his thoughts, and decided to go out.
“I’m going out with Noah then. “ you replied, grabbing some of your things together. You didn’t’t notice, but this grabbed Spencer’s attention.
“No, Y/N, you’re staying here. This guy that’s out there is killing people who look like you. You fit his type.” he explained, “And I don’t trust Noah, not for a second.”
“Jesus, Spencer, can you stop profiling literally everyone? There’s thousands of girls in this city that look like me, what makes you think I’m the one he’s gonna scoop up?” you realized that was a bit insensitive, and that you probably should care about those other girls, “Besides, wouldn’t it be safer to not be alone? You’re going back to the BAU anyway.”
“Y/N, seriously, this can happen to anyone. You of all people should know that.” he answered. You knew what he was referring to. So a girl almost gets kidnapped once, and suddenly must live her whole life in fear.
“Spencer, that was a while ago.” you said in a small voice, “I don’ want to be afraid of it anymore.”
At that point, Spencer sighed and realized that he most likely shouldn’t have brought up the experience. He of all people should know that this was your way of trying to move on, and bringing up the past would mostly just set you back majorly, but his answer still stayed the same, “I shouldn’t have brought the up, but you’re still not going. I don’t trust Noah, you know that. Especially with a serial killer on the loose, Y/N. You’re staying home.”
This just pissed you off, “You know, you’re not right 100% of the time. You think you know everything about everybody you meet, but you literally do not. Noah is so good to me, and you just bash him and for what? I get you’re worried, but it’s started to get old. I’m not a kid anymore.”
You walked off into your room without any other words being exchanged, and had decided you would just go anyway once Spencer left. You aren’t generally the rebellious type, but every once in a while you liked to have a little fun here and there. Spencer wasn’t home for long, after finding whatever it was he was looking for, and you just walked out the front door ten minutes after he did, texting Noah along the way.
Your boyfriend lived nearby, so it didn’t really take him long to come driving up in his black sedan. You loved his car. It was so sleek, had a brown leather interior, a wood dashboard, and just drove beautifully. If he ever put it up for sale, you would buy it. But once you got into the car, you realized something was off. Noah seemed antsy, like something was bothering him.
“Hey, baby, what’s going on?” you asked, concerned. Noah got like this every once in a while, and you figure dit was just anxiety or something along those lines, and all you could ever do was jus be there for him.
“It’s nothing don’t worry about it.” he answered, somewhat blandly. Almost monotone, like he wasn’t happy to be there. But he was, and for what reason you were unaware.
“Alright.” you said, “Let’s go to the mall, but not the one downtown, the one off the highway.”
“No.” he snapped. He then recognized your surprised expression, “I mean, sorry, I just have a surprise for you.” this made you smile. Your boyfriend had always been a hopeless romantic, and he would constantly surprise you with nice dinners, cute gifts, and it just made your heart warm. He drove for a while, to an area you’d actually never been o that seemed to be completely secluded. There were empty fields, and eventually an old house that looked to be abandoned. You didn’t pass by much after that, except for one cemetery and a church. Even you had to admit, it was a bit weird, but knowing Noah, you knew to just be patient. He didn’t talk much the whole time, and just sat there smiling as he drove. The windows were closed, and you also noticed the doors were locked, but thought nothing of it.
“Spencer wasn’t even going to let me go out tonight, isn’t that so stupid? Like, he said some wack about some serial killer who’s been killing girls nearby. I looked it up, but they kinda seem to be right outside of town, like the dude’s avoiding it or something. I guess that girl from the Washington High soccer team got killed, too. It’s sort of scary.”
“That’s a shame.” was all he said in response.
Eventually, you pulled up to another house. It was absolutely destroyed, but you trusted him anyway. Stupidly. The two fo you walked in, and walked down to its basement. You knew Noah really dug these abandoned places, and you did, too, but the basement was full of rusted weapons, ropes, a table in the middle with restraints. It hadn’t clicked just yet.
“Noah, I don’t think I’m really fe-“ you turned around and were he was, gun in hand, pointe dat you, “What are you doing?”
“Get in the chair, and don’t scream.” he demanded. His whole personality changed. He was dominant, and his voice was heavier. You complied. He tied you tightly to it.
“So it’s you then?” you asked, weirdly calm.
“Shut the hell up, Y/N.” and you did. You looked around you as he walked into another room. Looking to your right you noticed a shelf full of random things, mostly girl’s clothes and rings. Until you recognized one of them. A brown sweater with a tear in the shoulder, folded neatly on he bottom. Your heart stopped.
That was Elaine’s. And you had cut the shoulder open by accident after the two of you were messing around.
“Elaine?” you whispered, “You killed Elaine, didn’t you? She didn’t kill herself, you did! This whole time you faked it? You killed her and I mourned her and you pretended to feel with me? You killed her?” It was now that you fully processed what was happening. Your mind was racing, your heart was pounding, and all you could think about was the amount of clothes up on that shelf, and the fact that you were about to die. The items on the shelf far exceeded the numbers on the news.
“I said shut the hell up, Y/N” he screamed, hitting you across the face with something solid, which knocked you out quickly, but not for long. The dizziness and pain when you woke up two minutes later was almost unbearable, and you had to re-process what was happening to you all over again.
Until your phone rang from the other side of the room. He must’ve taken it while you were out, and the ringtone was specialized to let you know that it was Spencer who was calling.
“If I don’t answer it he’ll know. He’ll track everything from before I got here.” you said. Noah shot you a look, but promptly brought the phone to you.
“Say anything, and I’ll make it painful.” he held a gun to you again, and your heart rate went up. He slide the phone open.
“Y/N?” you’d never been happier to hear your brother’s voice, “Where are you? I told you to stay home, and you’re not here.”
“Sorry,” your voice wavered slightly, “I just really missed Elaine Richards. I went to Southwoods Cemetery to visit her.”
Spencer sighed, “Please get back here as soon as possible, Y/N.” and he hung up. You prayed he picked something up.
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Spencer knew as soon as you spoke that something was wrong. Firstly, you’d never referred to your friend by first and last name, and Spencer actually hadn’t really known her last name until now, and secondly, Elaine wasn’t buried at Southwoods Cemetery. She was buried in the complete opposite direction, actually, at Rose Hill. He couldn’t pinpoint why you would say Southwoods, and why you would talk about Elaine, but he completely forgot about his case, and sped back to the BAU.
The team knew instantly hat something wasn’t right when Spencer came back to the office. He couldn’t pay attention to the case evidence enough to put it together, and wasn’t staying on track.
“Something’s not right.” he said, “Y/N went out earlier, but something’s not adding up.”
“I’m sure she’s alright, kid, teenagers go out all the time.” Morgan joked.
“No, no, really. I understand how the teenage mind develops, and how their brains develop. I know that rebellion is primarily a process that teens go through almost as a way to reject a “child” identity. I know that. But this wasn’t that. I told her not to go out, but she did anyway.” he rambled.
“Spence, kids do that.” JJ reassured.
“No, it’s not right. When I called to ask where she was, she would’ve lied. She wouldn’t have known I was home. She said she was visiting her friend’s grave, but she used her full name and said the wrong cemetery, her voice wavered, but nervously, not in a way that expresses sadness. If she had snuck out, she wouldn’t tell me she went there, and especially get the cemetery wrong when she’s been going to Rose Hill practically religiously. Southwoods is in an area she barely ever goes to.” he explained. Then his eyes grew a bit, “Garcia, can you trace her call?”
“I can try.” she said, rushing back to her computers, the team close behind. They knew not to question Spence, most of the time he was right. They all sat there for about three minutes before Garcia spoke up again, “That’s weird.”
“What?” Prentiss spoke up.
“Reid, her phone pinged off of like, twelve different towers in the two minutes you called her. I can’t track a location for the last hour.” she turned to him, concerned. The team all looked at each other worriedly.
“We’ll have to split up, we’ve still go a case and this is off protocol.” Hotch broke the silence, bearer of bad news.
“No, actually, I think it’s the same case.” Spencer sighed. He looked up at them, “She fits the UnSub’s type.”
“You can’t be a part of this then, Spencer.” Hotch replied, which caused him to whip around, “It’s personal now. You’re victim.”
“There’s no say in this.” Spencer had never defied Hotch’s authority before, but his sister was missing, “What do we have so far?”
“Well, we know he’s a sadist, white male, probably in his 30’s. He’d be social, fit in with a crowd. Probably good with the ladies, which means he sticks out, but not too much.” Prentiss relayed. Spencer thought for a moment. Who would you know that fit that profile at all. This UnSub seemed to make a connection with these girls beforehand. The team thought that maybe the victims were a surrogate to a daughter, or a sister.
“I don’t know how this related to Elaine and Southwoods. Southwoods is an hour and a half away, I had only been gone for about an hour, so she couldn’t have made it there yet.”
“Reid, who is Elaine?” Morgan asked.
“Elaine Richards. She was a friend of Y/N’s who died about a year ago. She committed suicide.” Spencer explained. They were all silent for a moment.
“Garcia, can you bring up a picture of Elaine?” JJ asked. The analyst nodded and did so quickly, showing a picture of a brown hair, brown eyed, thin girl. It was saddening, really. They’re always too young. But JJ had confirmed her thought, “Spence, what if it wasn’t a suicide?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“She fits his victim ideal, the hair, the eyes. Her file says she was smart, she had friends. They interviewed an ex boyfriend, her father, so on.” JJ explained, “What if Y/N stumbled onto something she shouldn’t have? Maybe Elaine was one of his victims staged as a suicide. The profile says he became active a few weeks ago, but what if it’s been a year? Maybe he’s been testing things out until he finally got something he liked.”
“Garcia, bring up Elaine’s autopsy report. Is there anything about anything that matches up with his current MO?” Spencer asked, “Elaine was found at the basin of a bridge within the water. It was written that she had jumped off.”
“Uhh,” she hesitated, “I’m not seeing anything… Wait. Yes, yes there is. The UnSub usually cuts three lines on their necks, right? Elaine had them, too, but there was loads of glass under her, so it was written off that she’d been cut when she reached the ground.”
“This means he’s been at it for at least a year, then. The profile is wrong. This changes everything.” Prentiss sighed. Spencer still couldn’t pinpoint who you would’ve trusted enough that fit the rest of the profile, until it hit him. Noah.
“I knew there was something wrong with that boy.” Spencer said aloud, “Y/N’s boyfriend, Noah. He fits every part of the profile. We got the age wrong, he’s a teenager. He knew Elaine, too.”
“Noah’s the name of the ex boyfriend they interviewed.” Garcia stated. “Noah Allen.”
“That’s him.” Spencer said, “What do we know about him?”
“Well, his parents are divorced, his mother lives somewhere in California while his father- oh geez. His father has a history of abuse towards his second ex-wife, who,” she stopped, “this poor kid. His second ex wife committed suicide after trying to file multiple reports of abuse towards her and Noah about three years ago. His father was finally convicted a year ago and sentenced to life in prison.”
“That must’ve been the trigger. He blames her for his father being sent away.” Hotch said.
“But why would he be angry? Wouldn’t he be happy to see his abuser in prison?” Garcia asked.
“He’s lived with his father his whole life. Most likely he’d developed some kind of Stockholm Syndrome or was manipulated into thinking that’s how life was. He thinks his father can do no wrong.” Morgan said.
“But what’s this have to do with Southwoods? She wouldn’t have made it that far, and something tells me they were already at their destination.” JJ asked.
“Who owns Southwoods?” Spencer asked.
“Let me see… The Burke Family. They also own funeral homes.” Garcia said.
“Do they own any other cemeteries?”
“Yes, one, Marshall Fields Cemetery. It’s in a more secluded area. It was considered completely full a few months ago.” she replied.
“Garcia, are there any properties around there that Noah’s family would’ve owned? Even a family friend?” Morgan jumped in.
“His uncle owned a house about a mile and a half up the road. It’s the only house in a two mile radius. It was foreclosed a few years ago and hasn’t been bought or even kept up since.” she said, “I’m sending you the address now.”
“Let’s go.” Hotch demanded. The team ran to the garage and jumped into the SUV’s, but Hotch stopped Spencer beforehand, “You know you could get in trouble for this. This case is too personal.”
‘“I really don’t even care.” Spencer answered, quite informally. Hotchner sighed, and let him go.
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It’d been a few hours by this point. You were beaten up, bloody, concussed probably. Noah had used a whole slew of different objects to torture you, pipes, knives, anything he could find. You could barely stay awake, but he wouldn’t let you fall asleep.
“I’m not going to let you die, yet.” he said with a twisted smile, “That ruins all the fun.”
“They’ll come for you.” you replied faintly, blood dripping from your mouth. He yanked your head back by your hair, which caused a deafening wail from the bottom of your throat.
“They won’t find me. If they could, they would’ve by now.” he giggled. He tightened your wrists until you almost couldn’t feel your hands. Your shoulders were sore from being tied behind your back, but that didn’t amount to the pain in the rest of your body. You bleeding out practically everywhere, you could feel the start of every bruise forming, your head spun and pounded, and you were convinced you had a few broken ribs at least.
“W-why?” you huffed out with tears.
“Why? Why? I’ll tell you why. I spent my whole life looking up to my father, but it’s women like you who ruin men’s lives. And for what? For attention? For power? You’ll never be on the same playing field, but the system is so messed up that it threw my father in prison for something that wasn’t his fault. He didn’t make Brenda kill herself, she did that on her own. And her reasoning? How she cried about him abusing us?” he let out a posh laugh, “That’s just how the world is. She should’ve known her place like I knew mine. And should’ve never spoken for me.”
“Why me?” your face twisted in pain as you spoke, but if you were going to die, you at east had to know.
“I just told you!” he slapped you, causing you to sob, “It’s stupid women like you, Y/N. You just exist to ruin lives, and I’m going to stop you before you start.”
But the door upstairs burst open just then, causing him to look. You smiled mischieviously, “They’re here. You better let them get to you before I do.” you threatened. It was an empty threat of course, given your state, but you felt so much rage that you honestly thought you might’ve killed him, too, which scared you.
“Noah Allen, FBI!” you recognized Emily’s voice, and it was like music to your ears.
Noah had moved towards you and covered your mouth, holding a gun to your head, waiting for them to come down stairs. You watched frantically as you saw JJ and Morgan step carefully down.
“Noah, drop your weapon.” JJ demanded. At this point, Spencer, Hotch, and Prentiss joined them after hearing JJ speak. Spencer’s expression was horrified, and angry.
“Death is an honor, you know.” Noah taunted as he pulled your head slightly back.
“Noah, you don’t have to do this. If you cooperate, we can lessen your sentence, and we can negotiate a deal for your father.” Hotch said. Noah’s head turned slightly.
“That’s not how the system works and you know it. You’re lying!” he yelled.
“That’s not how the system works for civilians. I’m the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. I can pull some strings, but only if you let her go.” he said. Spencer was surprised, Hotch never really used lying as a coercion, but he understood that all this boy wanted was his father to be free, and that he wasn’t a rational thinker. He’d fall for it.
“Swear? Swear on God?” Noah asked.
“Yes, Noah, I swear on God.” Hotch said. The boy lowered his weapon and came closer, but was startled when Morgan quickly, and not so kindly cuffed him.
“What? What are you doing?” he yelled out.
“Noah Allen, you are under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer quest-“
“What the hell! You lied! I’ll kill you for ly-“
“Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.” and with that Morgan walked him out with a few other backup, while the rest of the BAU rushed towards you.
“Y/N? Are you okay? Can you hear me? What hurts?” Spencer asked questions at about a mile a minute, but you ignored them.
“I g-guess,” you painfully said, “I guess this is that part where you say ‘I told you so.’ huh?”
“Y/N, I don’t care about that.” he said, holding your face trying to check for any signs of concussions, that were definitely there, while Prentiss and JJ worked on getting you untied. One you were, you tried to stand up, stupidly.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Hotch said as you almost fell and hit the floor, “take it easy.”
You had your arm wrapped around Spencer while JJ had her hand pressed on your upper back and above your chest to keep you balanced.
“Heh, so humble.” were your last words before blacking out.
“A medic! Somebody get a medic, goddammit!” Spencer yelled, as he and JJ slowly followed you to the door, “Y/N? Stay awake.”
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You woke up with bright white lines shining in your eyes. Confused you tried to sit up, but painfully failed.
“Y/N? Wait, Y/N, no, no, no, no, no, lay down.” you heard Morgan’s voice and felt him slowly and gently push you back down to the pillow, “How you feeling, kiddo?”
“Like sunshine.” you mumbled sarcastically. You heard Spencer chuckle, “I’m sorry. You were right.”
“Y/N, it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re safe now.” he said. His face dropped, “Y/N, I’m honestly impressed by the hints you gave us. It was clever, and you just saved a bunch of lives.”
“They’re going to have to question you soon. They don’t care what condition you’re in.” Morgan stated.
“I don’t even really remember.” you whispered, eyes closing from exhaustion.
“They’ll do a cognitive interview with you, then. It won’t be fun. But for now, get some rest.” Spencer knew that it didn’t matter what he said anyway, because you were already half way asleep. He was glad that you were falling asleep on your own accord, rather than from being knocked out or drugged up, and smiled at you. He swore then to do better at keeping you safe, and also not to underestimate you, either. How you knew that he would pick up on something as simple as a last name and a cemetery chain was beyond him, but it made him realize that you were actually much smarter than you ever let off. He patted your head gently, before falling asleep in a chair near your bed.
He was not perfect. But that was what made him unique. He taught a variety of subjects at one of the country’s top universities. Six foot one with his beautiful brown hair and bedroom/worthy hazel eyes, he could make anyone drool. He was painfully brilliant with a perfect body. At 26, he was the youngest Teacher’s Assistant (Despite him having his PhD, the university only allowed him that position, while he was also guest on some lectures) and every girl on the campus who knew of his existence had an eye on him. He might be a little arrogant, since he knew he was too smart for the position he had, although what he didn’t seem to know was that many girls found him brilliant, both his mind and his looks. If he wanted to, he could probably have any young woman at university that he liked. He didn’t need to be polite or have a sense of humor, he just needed to look at them, tell them something about something he was interested in and, there they go.
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Y/N Y/L/N didn’t think she was anything special for anyone. She knew she was cute, and that her hair suited her well, which is why she loved trying a variety of different hairstyles. She had trouble sleeping, so she had to walk for (at least one and a half hour) every day. There wasn’t anything about her that could simply be too interesting about her to anyone. Sure she was smart, but there were smarter people in her university. A standard college girl who had two part-time jobs – a girl who liked cheeseburgers a lot, usually had messy hair and not much time to do anything but read, study or work. And I’ve not even said anything about the scandalous crush on him.
She couldn’t help herself, she felt attracted to him right away. It was typical for her to be attracted to him. His hair was a bit shaggy in the last few weeks; he was always polite and respectful toward her, but he talked to her about other things other than schoolwork sometimes. Sure, she was the one who initiated the conversations in the beginning, but they became friends. Every time she thought of him, she immediately thought of his eyes. She really liked that adorable, brown color in his that she could never even begin to describe, because it was a variety of browns mixed in one, and she knew from the moment he saw him for the first time… She knew she was in love with Reid. He had that tall, dark and handsome vibe, despite being the smartest guy she knew, and he was really hot, well, in her opinion that is. He was the TA, and liking him was her first mistake. Allowing the feelings to grow into something more was strike two. She really should not have done that, especially since he only talked to her about studies and stuff like that. So she decided to move on and give a chance to other people. But was it the right thing? She couldn’t escape her feelings or him, so she buried herself in work, giving a chance to a different guy, but still thinking about him as she is touching herself. That was strike three.
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“You wouldn’t mind me tying you up for a bit, would you?
“Of course I would, preferably to a bed, as you’re giving me what I deserve but, alas, you’re my TA. “
Seeing the look he gives her she realizes she might have said it out loud, she looks at him with fear in her eyes. Fear for her future at the university, but the look he gives her makes her feel the wetness pooling in her underwear, and as he says ‘I’ll meet you in the classroom I-312 in 15 minutes’ excitement rushes though her.
When she meets him there, he looks at her, before saying the one thing, that made her realize it really was happening “Kneel” he said, and kneel she did.
She unzipped her pants, and reached for his cock, not wasting any time. Starting at the tip, she let her tongue swirl around the head, enjoying the side skin on her lips. Opening her mouth, she began exploring the veins and ridges over his shaft with her tongue. His hands reached into her hair again telling her that he was ready to get down to business. She opened her mouth up wider and started to give him what he deserved. And she thought he deserved the best damn blowjob she could give.”
She woke up with a start. It was the third time this week that she was dreaming of him in the middle of her nap.
She knew what she had to do, so her left hand begins to caress her belly under her shirt. She fully relaxes before her hand brushes her hair up and lets it fall gently. Her fingers lightly travel down her neck creating a slight tickle that runs through her. She can feel her nipples hardening in response as she moves the shirt up, while continuing to touch her skin. Both hands reach her breasts and she slowly squeezes them, before pinching her nipples hard. She can feel the tingling in her lower belly right before her hand moves to the zipper on her jeans. She slowly unzips them, before pushing them down along with her underwear. Her hand moves to her outer lips, as she softly teases herself with her fingers. That’s when she starts to feel the oh-so-lovely burning.
She begins to softly touch her clitoris, before dipping her finger into the already wet hole, to lubricate it a bit. Slowly, she moves back the finger up to her clit, brushing by it ever so slightly as she begins to shiver. Then sge begin to circle the clit with her fingers, switching between rubbing and circling it. From time to time she dips my finger inside to get more wetness. As she ran her fingers over her clit, Y/N begins imagining it was his fingers instead. She shivered as she stroked herself, wondering how it would feel if they were actually his.
Her hips slowly begin moving as fast as her fingers do, her breasts are tingling, and she whimpers as she feels the orgasm beginning to take over her whole body. She quickly slides the finger inside her, while her other hand works her clit. Her body begins to tense and the electricity surges throughout her body as she cums
She can’t help but wish it was the orgasm coming from his fingers, but it would never happen, she knew it wouldn’t happen, no matter what.
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It was that day, during spring, that weird things began happening. Doctor Reid began paying more attention to her, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he liked her back. She quickly shook that thought out of her head, before continuing to look at the specimen in front of her with, what she was hoping were not ‘please fuck the shit out of me eyes’, but her ‘I understand everything’ look instead. Spencer said something, but she didn’t hear him, she looked at his lips, wishing to kiss him. He turns toward the whiteboard, writing something down, and she shamelessly checks out his ass, her thighs squeezing in delight, as she lets out a quiet moan. Spencer’s back straighten at the sound of it, and her face goes a deep color of red. She hides her flushed cheeks behind her hair, as she pretends she’s writing something down, but, when Spencer abruptly turns around and says “Miss Y/L/N, see me after class”, she knows she fucked up.
She awaits the end in anticipation, allowing the fantasies in her head to run wild. It couldn’t come soon enough.
After the class ended, she took her sweet time gathering her things, while her fellow students all sent her looks of pity. Apparently, when Dr. Spencer Reid asks students to stay after class, he takes away some of their points for extra credit.
“Y/N, I have checked out the homework of your whole group, as you know, and, since your essay was the best one I’ve read on this topic, I would like to converse more about it with you tonight, in my house, since I have follow-up questions.”
“Of course, Dr. Reid.” She smiled, he handed her a small note with an address and a time on it, and she took it into her shaky hand, releasing a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
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Within a few hours, she was dressed in one of those classic skirts with stockings and a white button-up shirt. Her heels clicked along the pavement, as she let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, She was wearing her black coat over the outfit, and she was afraid. It was her decision to dress up as a slutty high school girl, to give him a hint that she wants him, but her heart stopped when she remembered that he could also turn her away. She noticed he wore purple socks in class a lot, purple shows a sexual frustration, which is why she had decided that she has a chance with him.
As she approached his apartment building, she slowed down a bit. She released the breath that she was holding, before straightening her shoulders and walking up. She shuffled up to the front door, fluffing her hair up a bit, just enough to make her feel more sexy. She ran her hands down her body, trying to figure out if her appearance is good enough, before she knocked on the door.
As she waited for him to open the door, she wasn’t entirely sure how to make herself look even sexier. Should she lean against the wall putting her leg up? Or should she lean against the railing, allowing her skirt to raise up a bit?
She didn’t have enough time to decide before the door opened. She knew she looked flustered and she actually thought she should turn around and run far away, but the appreciative smile on his face froze her in her spot.
“I really like the fishnet stockings, they scream ‘I enjoy listening my rock music’.” He stated.
“If you like them, you are going to love the rest of my outfit.” Y/N smirked at him. He raised his eyebrow at her, but stepped away, gesturing for her to come in. He slammed the door, locking it quickly, before stalking into the living room. He pulled out a chair, setting it in front of his couch, and sat on the couch.
“Challenge accepted, show me.” He said in such demanding voice with an authoritative trait, which made Y/N’s panties wet.
She threw off her coat to reveal the fishnet stockings he already knew she was wearing, the short skirt which barely covered her pussy and the white shirt so tight and see though that he could see the outlines of her red bra. He was silent, she hoped it was him just admiring the view in front of him. She took a step towards him, and smiled uncertainly, before bringing a finger to her lip, giving it one long, hard lick, and then she started to suck on it, slowly trying to maintain eye contact with him.
“You’re asking for trouble, little one.” He said in a low voice. She had never seen him look so serious.
“That is why you invited me here, is it not? She shrugged her shoulders.
He took two quick strides towards her, pulling her into him; as he cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes for a moment.
“Please fuck me, Dr. Reid!” She pleaded.
"You’ll be sorry you said that.” He said with a wicked glint in his eye.
“I am never sorry.” She grinned
“And I don’t usually bite, but with you, I think I can make an exception.” He said, nipping at her neck which made her feel the need to challenge him by cupping his growing dick in her hand and squeezing hard enough to make him groan but not hard enough to cause him pain.
He let her continue to squeeze, since he was enjoying the sensation, while she was enjoying the look of pleasure on his face, as well as the fact that his dick was getting bigger and bigger. She giggled out loud in delight at the thought of having his big dick inside of her, and she couldn’t wait for that to happen.
“You like to suck cock?” He asked her, stroking her neck
“For you, anything.” She breathed and with that, he unzipped his jeans, stepping out of them, before he pulled down his boxer briefs and let her take in the sight.
She wrapped her hand determinedly around his shaft and put her mouth over his head and started to suck, slowly and gently at first and increasing the speed and intensity, while slightly bobbing her head. She cupped his balls and squeezed, making him moan.
She pulled his foreskin over his head, making him moan in pure pleasure which urged her on. She loved turning him on and it turned her on a lot more to be the cause of his pleasure. She licked and sucked at his balls, and returned to his cock getting excited at the prospect of him blowing in her mouth.
Without warning, he blew his big load all over her lips making her swallowed what she could. He pointed out the bathroom to her, and she clicked along the hall in her heels and lingerie.
Once inside the bathroom, she let out an excited breath! She had had his Dr Reid’s cock in her mouth! She quickly washed her face, drying off with a towel. She had hoped that the night was only beginning, and that they were going to be playing a lot more.
When she came out of the bathroom, she noticed he wasn’t where he had been a moment ago. Maybe it was the time to go, and she read it all wrong, she couldn’t help but think.
“I’m in the kitchen.” He called out. She walked towards where his voice came from, a bit hesitantly. He was pouring them a glass of red wine.
“Thought you might want a different taste in your mouth.” He said, gesturing towards her glass.
She smiled, walking over to take a generous sip. The alcohol burnt.
“I actually really liked the taste, Sir.” She said, raising her eyebrows in a flirty gesture.
“You were so fucking good at that.” He said turning serious again and stepping towards her. He grabbed a bunch of her hair inside his fist.
“I want to repay you.” He said in a low, determined voice and without warning he crouched down and ripped her skirt from her body, before pulling down her fishnet stockings and tearing them apart, too. She was worried for a brief moment that she would have to walk home practically naked but his hands touching all over her body made her forget. He ripped her panties in two without an effort and threw them across the kitchen. He sighed in appreciation at her pussy and he stuck two fingers inside of her straight away, moving them around forcefully, she cried out in both pleasure and pain. She couldn’t get enough of this. She didn’t want him to stop and then he took his fingers out and licked up the slit towards her clit, she thought she might scream or fall down, he seemed to sense this and slowly pulled her down on the floor, gently laying her. He then licked her clit with just the right amount of pressure and dug his face in deep; she bucked and moaned, feeling little bursts of pleasure which spread all throughout her body. It made her feel as if she were on fire. She cried out as she orgasmed over, thrusting her pussy into his face as she continued to cry out and deeply moan in pleasure she had never known before. And she hadn’t even got to the sex yet…
After riding more waves of pleasure, she lifted her head to see his face in-between her legs still licking her out, better than anyone had ever eaten her out before. It felt like literal heaven on earth.
“Is your cock ready for me yet?” She asked him, while breathing heavily.
He looked up and winked at her, making her delighted, after she saw it was very hard and very ready, all of it because of her. She sat up quickly, before pushing him down on the floor. She straddled him, reaching for the condom in her jacket, after sliding it on his throbbing dick she eased it inside of her. They both sighed in complete ecstasy and she started to ride him energetically, he pulled her tits out of the bra as best he could and they bounced with each thrust. He lifted his head up to suck on her left nipple and she cried out in pleasure and then he thrust into her even harder than before.
He wanted to fuck her so much harder, and, since he couldn’t stand the feeling of want which she was bringing out from somewhere deep within him, he grabbed her, so he would be the one on top of her and then he slammed deep and hard into her. She screamed out at the top of her lungs, pleading for him to go harder and harder and faster, and he obliged. She knew it was possible she may not be able to walk for at least a week after this encounter, but it made her want more of that, and she just wanted more. She pulled her legs up wrapping them around him, while crossing them over his back. She scratched his back drawing a bit of blood and it just made him fuck her harder and deeper. She was screaming and panting so much she could barely recognize her own self. It had never happened to her before, she was always quiet while someone was fucking her. He came so violently and with a deep throaty growl, which had made her grin widely. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, which made her smirk.
“I hope you’re going to let me know when you’re ready for a round two.“
"How about we take a shower?” He suggested.
She grinned as a way of response and let him carry her into the bathroom where she intended to continue the fuck-fest until morning, at the very least.
I love your writing, and I think you’re a lovely person. I also hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Word Count: 1,7k
“Why is she here so early? She had her fourth date this week yesterday after work. I thought she would finally get laid,” Emily whispered to Derek, as she was scrutinizing you, trying to figure out if you got lucky or not.
“Maybe it was four different guys, Prentiss. I don’t think it’s working out for her with any of them, since she does have high standards,” Derek teased, before wiggling his eyebrows.
“Derek, stop gossiping and I would prefer it if the both of you left my poor sweet child’s love life alone!” Penelope smacked him across the back of his head, smiling after she heard the satisfying “Ouch” from the Dreamy Chocolate Thunder God.
“No, something is definitely different this time around,” Emily continued. “Just look at the wide smile on her face. It means that the date went well.”
“Why are you all looking at Y/N like that?” Spencer’s voice from behind them made all of their hearts skip a beat, which is why none of them noticed the way his voice cracked while he was asking the question. Realizing his mistake, and that they weren’t paying attention to that, Spencer turned in your direction, waving at you and you waved back, as you shared the secret smiles only you two would know the meaning to.
“Because she was on another date last night.” Derek stated.
“We’re trying to figure out if Y/N is still single or not.”
“I thought there was a ‘No profiling’ rule when it comes to team members.” You asked them, they weren’t as secretive or as quiet as they’d like to be as they discussed the topic of your love life.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. These two obviously know no boundaries when it comes to gossiping,” JJ grinned as she gestured toward Emily and Derek. “Sometimes I think I work with a bunch of kids.”
“Hey!” Some shouted offended by the statement, which made you laugh.
In the short time you had spent in the BAU as their police liaison, you had gotten to know all of them quite well. Granted, the fact that you assisted them with a couple of cases in the past few years helped the team accept you quicker than they had accepted any other new team member. You were only supposed to fill in for JJ, while she was on maternity leave, and then be off on your merry way, but Hotchner offered you a spot in the unit, and you couldn’t help but say yes. It’s not like you had any choice in the matter.
You had a different type of a relationship with each of the team members - all of the girls, for example, treated you like a good friend or younger sister, although Emily was a bit more closed-off to you. The men… well each of them is a story for how you actually stayed in the BAU:
“How did you like working with the BAU?” Aaron Hotchner was no man for small talk and everyone knew that, which is precisely why you were taken by surprise when he asked you that simple question. It was your last day in the BAU, JJ was supposed to start working again tomorrow and the BAU did not need your assistance anymore.
“I loved working here, sir!” You said honestly. “I was taken aback by the severity of some cases, but working here made me feel like I could make a difference, give the families some closure, catch the culprits, all of whom are evil, and save at least some of the people on time. I have to admit that it took me some time to stomach some of the gruesome things I saw, but I hope I learnt not to show it, since I did not throw up at the sight except for that one time.”
Hotch smiled at that, which made you wonder what is going on. “I’m glad to hear that, Y/N.” He said, before telling you to take care and saying goodbye to you.
While Aaron Hotchner was weirdly friendly that day, David Rossi was even weirder.
“Ciao, bella!” He hugged you tightly. “It’s your last day here, I hope you’ll be happy on your next position.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Yes, the BAU does usually have that effect where it begins feeling like family and perhaps a bit more,” he said with a knowing smile, which made you blush. He was like the Italian grandpa you had always wanted. In the past few months, he taught you how to make Italian food like you should and not say something along the lines of ‘Here’s another American heathen, Madonna mia!’ Whenever you guys cooked at his place, he was the only person you trusted with your little secret, and he teased you relentlessly about it, but promised not to tell anyone, and he didn’t try to profile anything you did, like some people.
“Morgan.”
“Hello, Pretty Girl!” The smile didn’t reach his eyes, apparently even though he teased you a lot, he considered you a younger sister of sorts “So, last day, huh?”
“Yeah, last day,” You mumbled out. “I’m going to miss this place.”
“Well, this place is going to miss you, too. Especially all of the times you’ve pranked Pretty Boy and he screamed like a little girl.”
“That was you? I thought it was Morgan.”
“I’m sorry, Spencer, I just simply couldn’t pass on the opportunity to prank you.”
“I dare you to prank Hotch. Go to his office and set up the prank for him.” You were about to say no, but Spencer jumped to your defense”
“It’s her last day here, Morgan!”
“Exactly, which is why he won’t suspect it was her.” Derek said, making you think it over, you nodded your head, grabbing some stuff from your desk and heading toward Hotchner’s office. You were about to enter when Penelope ran into the bullpen, saying that everyone needs to come to the round table now.
“It’s about JJ” She said and the urgency in her voice made you drop everything and run towards her. Everyone raced into the office, but, somehow you were the last one there. Derek’s solemn face made you think something was wrong.
“Guys, what happened to JJ?”
“We need a new police liaison.” Hotch said.
“What happened to JJ?”
“Where are we going to find a new one in such a short time?” Prentiss asked, with a solemn look.
“Y/N’s still here.”
“What happened to JJ?” You asked, taken aback by the way everyone was acting.
“Nothing happened to me, Y/N.” She said from behind you, making you jump about three feet in the air, which, in turn, made everyone laugh. “I actually want to be an official profiler, which is why we need a new liaison. And we want you to be the one.” After the hugs, and the cake and drinks, you smacked Morgan for a good measure, because you knew that was his payback for all the pranks.
“Y/N?” Spencer waved his hand in front of your eyes
“Yes, love?”
“Love?”
“Damn it!” You muttered, knowing you did the stupid thing, and Spencer laughed. He had the guts to laugh.
“I guess the cat is out of the bag now.” He grinned.
“Love? You two?” Derek asked again, gesturing between the two of you.
“Yes. Us. Because we are together.” Spencer stated, smirking at Derek.
“You whined to me how she was going on so many dates and you couldn’t do anything about it.”
“And you whined to me how Spencer and you were just friends, and there was no way he would ever like you back, which is why you tried to forget him by going out with other guys,” Emily pointed at you
“I truly believed in that.” You mumbled out. “But everything changed on the night you guys offered me to stay here permanently.”
“I told you,” You heard Rossi’s voice. You turned around and saw the fifty dollar bill that Hotch handed him “Tell the story, bella”
“So, as Emily said, I was going on blind dates left and right three months ago.”
“And I was annoyed by it, but I thought she didn’t like me back and we were just friends.”
“What changed?”
“Well, the night we were celebrating the fact that Y/N was staying in the BAU in the club, I got so drunk.”
“I don’t think anyone could forget that, Pretty Boy.”
“Morgan, shut up. Reid, continue.”
“Y/N, Spencer is pissed drunk.”
“I know. I’m the more sober one out of us, so I’ll take him home and crash on his couch.”
“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best!” Morgan said, before walking toward some girl he was flirting with.
“Spencer, hey!” You sat next to him.
“Hey!” He said, pulling you in a hug.
“You’re so cuddly when you’re drunk” You grinned, making him laugh, “Like a kitten.”
“Kittens are cute,” He said
“And so are you, Spencer. But you are also drunk, so I have to get you home.”
He didn’t resist, and, one taxi drive later, and the two of you were sitting on Spencer’s couch. His head was resting on your shoulder. He was falling asleep and he said the four little words you’ve been dying to hear. “I love you, Y/N”
“I love you, too, Spencer. More than you can imagine.” You said, kissing him on the forehead
“I thought it was just his drunk self, trying to tell me he loves me as a friend.”
“But, it wasn’t. In the morning, I remembered everything, and so, since I heard what she told me, and the fact that she kissed me on the forehead, I decided to admit it. ”
You were making pancakes for breakfast when Spencer’s cough scared you. He was unusually quiet
“Good morning, Spencer!”
“Y/N” The seriousness in his voice made your belly churn. “I don’t want to risk our friendship, but I can’t keep this hidden anymore.” He took a deep breath, before continuing “I heard what you said last night.” He said as you were flipping the pancake. As you heard that, the pancake flew up too high and fell onto your face.
“I love you, Y/N”
“And what happened next?”
“We kissed, and talked it out.” You explained “We decided to keep it a secret to check who’s going to figure it out first, to prove who the best profiler is.”
Spencer kissed you, in front of everyone.
“Do we have to see this every day now?” Derek asked.
“Shut up and do your paperwork, let them love one another.”
Hotch let out a sigh. Just looking at the case remarks by the higher ups at the Bureau irritated him. Why on earth should people who have never stepped foot in the field get a say? Regardless of the fact that he got to work less than an hour ago, he was feeling sluggish, but when did mass piles of paperwork not exhaust him? Just then a knock on his door gladly interrupted the monotony of his paperwork filled morning.
Hotch looked up and paused for a minute to take in the woman in burgundy before him. He had never seen her before and while she was younger than him, she was definitely not fresh out of the academy.
She definitely cared about her appearance. Not a hair out of place on her very recently dyed head, not a highlight grown out. Her long sleeved blouse was perfectly tucked into her skirt, not a crease in sight. Her gait and stance making clear she had a thigh holster, which stirred something within. She extended a hand, showing off her expertly manicured fingernails as Hotch took note of the lack of a ring.
As he introduced himself, he took note of the softness of her skin as well as some faint marker, making it obvious she either had children or was close to someone who had kids.
Her unique sense of humor shone through during her introduction to the team. She was clearly a friendly and extroverted person. When they sat down for the briefing, she chose the seat next to him, the light scent of rose and vanilla permeating his nose. Preventing him from focusing on much else, let alone the case. He unknowingly angled his seat closer towards her, his senses on overdrive.
Throughout the case she made it clear and very obvious as to why she had made it onto the BAU, her intelligence and wit shining through.
But the moment he truly knew was done for was when she was sitting across from him on the plane, after the case. Just the simple act of bringing him coffee and making him laugh after a difficult day had his heart racing. And it never really seemed to stop, at least not while he was with her.
A/N: Mira is pronounced Mee-rah, Mama is pronounce mum-ah. Also please note that the “racist comment” against Hispanics is something that all Desi moms do so I included it solely for that purpose. I do not condone racism, but I wanted to make it accurate to what life is like for a lot of desi women, including myself.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled out Hrishaan.
“I’m sorry, but this is what I want”, said Maya.
“What the hell are you sorry for? We aren’t splitting up. We’re going to live our lives and grow old just like our parents”, spit out Hrishaan.
“But we don’t love each other!”, exclaimed Maya.
To which Hrishaan replied, “Who the hell fucking cares?”.
“I care Hrishaan! I can take the abuse. But I will not be raising a child in this environment. So yes, we will be getting a divorce”, replied Maya, raising her voice.
“You got pregnant? How could you be so fucking careless?”.
“Me? What about you? Did I ask to be raped all those nights? Did you hear me say, ‘yes Hrishaan, please continue to penetrate me as I cry and tell you to stop’”, cried out Maya.
“Don’t talk back to me with all your feminist bullshit. You are not leaving this marriage”, responded Hrishaan.
“Well sadly, I am not living in whatever fantasy medieval world you live in where a woman has no autonomy. So I am leaving” said Maya before she continues to say, “I am tired of this”, her voice breaking as she goes back to packing her suitcase.
Hrishaan reached out and grabbed her wrist in an attempt to stop her, squeezing hard enough to cut off blood flow.
“Let go of me!”, cried out Maya.
“No! If you’re going to act like a petulant child, I’ll treat you like one”, said Hrishaan, his veins bulging out of anger.
“Hrishaan, let go. I can’t feel my wrist, you’re hurting me!” said Maya, her eyes welling up with pain.
“If you even think of telling our parents about this nonsensical idea, I will kill you. Don’t think I won’t”, screamed Hrishaan, furious at his wife’s actions.
“Tell them what? That you’re a narcissistic, abusive asshole?” spit out Maya, tugging her arm away.
“You bitch”, yelled Hrishaan letting go of Maya, the sudden act causing Maya to launch forwards and hit her head against the dresser.
Letting out a yelp, Maya slowly got up.
“Kill me all you want. At least I won’t have to live here with you”, yelled out Maya.
She walked towards the front door, her bags forgotten and blood dripping down her face, as she walked to her car to head to the solace of her cousins home.
She jerked awake to see the whole team staring at her in concern, startled she sat up straight in her seat.
“What’s up guys?” asked Maya.
“Are you okay?”, questioned David.
“Shouldn’t y'all be asking Spencer that? He’s the injured one!”, exclaimed Maya.
“Well from what it sounded like you were being injured as well”, said Derek.
“What do you mean?” asked Maya, cautiously.
“You kept on saying, ‘let go you’re hurting me’ and muttering words while fidgeting. Sounded like you were reliving some pretty nasty stuff”, said Emily.
“Guy, I’m fine. And we’ve all lived through some nasty stuff. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom”, replied Maya, before walking into the tiny airplane bathroom.
She stared into the mirror, willing her heart rate to slow back down.
You are not married to him anymore.
You are safe.
You have Mira.
She is your world.
With her breathing and heart rate slowing down, Maya blotted off the sweat from her face, washed her hands, and left the small airplane bathroom. She headed back towards her seat and saw a cup of coffee prepared just to her liking. She mouthed the words “thank you” to Emily who was sitting across the aisle with her own fresh cup of coffee.
It was then that Penelope’s face appeared on the screen.
“Maya, when were you gonna tell us about your hot doctor cousin?”, asked Penny.
“What? How do you know what my cousin looks like?”, questioned Maya.
“He just dropped off your absolutely precious daughter and told me to tell you to and I quote pick up that damn cell phone of yours”, replied Pen.
Rolling her eyes she said, “and he just left his niece with someone he doesn’t know? What an idiot".
“Hey, but you know me! I can take care of her for a couple of hours!”, exclaimed Pen.
“I know you can Pen! Just remember no sweets and she’s allergic to strawberries and cashews?”, said Maya.
“Got it. Don’t worry about us my love. I will take great care of your daughter. Catch ya on the flip”, said Pen before she hung up.
Maya groaned at the thought of a total stranger, to Mira that is, taking care of her daughter.
“So tell us about this handsome doctor cousin of yours?” says Emily wiggling her eyebrows.
“Handsome my ass. Penelope just got confused because he’s like the one Indian man who is both tall and does not have a unibrow”, said Maya rolling her eyes.
The rest of the team smiles.
“Wait, so you’re Indian? How did we not know that about you?, asked Derek.
“Dude, my last name is Bose. How did you not know that about me?, asked Maya.
Derek just looked confused.
“Bose is the last name of a famous Indian engineer who invented the technology that made the Bose speaker and headphone brand possible. He was on Forbes 400 a couple years ago”, said Spencer.
“See, thank you Spence. Besides, where did you think I was from?”, asked Maya.
“Uh, well you spoke fluent Spanish. So somewhere that spoke Spanish”, replied Derek.
“Huh, my mom always told me I was mistaken for being Hispanic because I was fat. That’ll tell her”, said Maya.
The rest of the team rolled their eyes at what they assumed was yet another self-deprecating joke.
***
“Ma! I missed you”, screeched Mira, running towards her mom.
“Mira baby, I missed you too”, said Maya, squatting down to give her daughter a hug.
“I helped Ms. Penelope do a background check on Jordan!” said Mira with a look of glee on her face.
“You did what?! Penelope you helped my daughter do a background check on the little boy from pre-k she has a crush on!”, exclaimed Maya.
“Mama, he’s my boyfriend! We’re getting married tomorrow at recess!” cried out Mira.
“See, who was I to let her marry a complete stranger?”, asked Penelope, justifying her actions.
“I told y’all she was a handful”, said Maya as the rest of the team smiled.
“Mama, I’m hungry. I want some chocolate chip cookies”, whines Mira.
“We can make some tonight Mir, but I’m not sure I have any food with me”, said Maya.
“But mummy, I’m starving. I need food”, responded Mira.
“I know baby”, said Maya as she began looking through her desk before Mira threw yet another famous temper tantrum.
“Here, I have a granola bar I never ate”, said Hotch, handing Mira the bar.
“I don’t accept food from strangers Mr. Diarrheahead”, yelled Mira, throwing the bar on the ground.
“Mira, apologize now”, yelled Maya.
“I’m sorry Mr. Diarrheahead”, muttered Mira.
“His name is Mr. Hotchner not Diarrheahead, Mira Ananya Bose. And you better remember that”, said Maya sternly.
“I’m sorry Mr. Hotchner. I shouldn’t have called you that. But you could have been trying to poison me, I don’t know you!”, claimed Mira.
The others were just laughing, while Hotch had a smile on his face and Maya’s face carried an expression of both fury and embarrassment.
“Let’s go before you get Mommy fired”, said Maya.
The two said their goodbyes and left but not before Mira had the chance to say, “goodbye Mr. Diarrheahead”, as she waved with a cheeky smile on her face.
<<sorry not sorry this is literally just angst whoops>>
t/w : angst / crying
wc: 582-drabble
though he was stern and serious, and those eyebrows never seemed to raise, hotch had always had a special place in your heart. by that, you mean you had the biggest crush imaginable on your boss, aaron hotchner. everyone on the team had noticed it, except for the man that was supposed to be the best profilier in the bau – ironic, right?
penelope made fun of you for it constantly, of course. “y/n! hes at leasttwice your age!” she’d say. and, while that was almost true, you’d just throw a sarcastic “nineteen” her way and roll your eyes.
derek thought it was hilarious, too, and never seemed to give the winks and smirks a rest. anytime you and hotch were on assignment together he’d say something along the lines of “don’t have too much fun you two!” and yet hotch never caught a hint.
emily and jj just thought it was adorable that you had a crush on hotch, with the latter singing, “y/l/n and hotch-ner sittin in a tree” while the doctor sat clueless.
nevertheless, your fascination and longing for the stone-cold unit chief persisted, with you trailing behind in a blaze of flushed cheeks and awkward small-talk any time you were near him.
today, you had decided to come in early to have breakfast with the ladies of the team, which you almost never did. your conversation about henry’s latest interest in dinosaurs was rudely interrupted by morgan not-so-subtly nudging your shoulder and gesturing to rossi and hotch who were leaving hotch’s office and chatting. confused, you looked to where he pointed.
that’s when you heard it.
“well is she cute?” dave asked.
“yes she is, but..” that’s all you allowed yourself to hear for a moment as the blood drained from your face.
“well what’s her name?” dave prodded.
“beth,” hotch replied with a small smile.
bethyou thought. beth.
penelope heard, too, and could only look at you with her mouth slightly agape.
emily and jj followed suit, eyes wide, while yours began to heat up with tears. you promptly stood out of your seat and made your way to the bathroom. you closed the door behind you and sobbed quietly. after years of waiting, of pining and crushing and waitingand this is what you get? beth?
the door handle turns and you race to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
“y/n? y/n i am so so sorry,” says penelope quietly.
“it’s fine,” you say with a sniff. “i should have figured this would happen, i mean, i’m way to young for him anyway.”
“still you’re in pieces! i just don’t get how he could have missed you after you’ve been right in front of him all this time,” she says sadly.
“i’m glad he’s finally ready to see someone after haley but i guess i just thought that someone would be me,” you said. “i shouldn’t have got my hopes up.”
the door opens once more. “sorry, y/n, garcia, we have a case,” jj says.
“alright,” garcia replies for the both of you. she helps you fix your mascara, but your face is still puffy from crying. you head toward the conference room and sit down as if nothing had happened at all.
hotch looks at you puzzled, and you muster a small smile. he mouths, “is everything alright?”
you huff a small laugh and nod back. the best profiler in the room and he still had no idea.
spencer reid + letter K from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:spencer reid x reader
theme:first kiss
warnings:nothing i think!
fandom:criminal minds
“Y-you promised you wouldn’t laugh” Reid whines, burying his head in his hands as he sits in his desk hair. Meanwhile you’re sitting on his desk, trying your best to withhold your giggles to no avail.
Taking a few deep breaths in hopes of calming yourself down, you apologize to your flustered colleague. “Listen, it’s not funny that you haven’t had your first kiss yet. It’s just that you’re so cute when you blushing” you explain which only flusters Spencer even more.
While the two of you were in the BAU office, Spencer had confided in you about his troubles. Him of all people managed to score a date. There was only one problem. He had no idea how to kiss. He knew there was no way he could tell Morgan about this so he turned to you instead.
“I’ve always been much younger than the people I’ve gone to school with” Reid tells you further. That kind of came with being a young genius now didn’t it. Maybe it was a curse to have as much knowledge as Reid. “I just never got the chance. What if they try to give me a goodnight kiss or something? I’ll look like an idiot”.
You hum after hearing his dilemma. “We’ll there’s an easy solution for that. You need to practice”. Spencer’s eyes go wide at your suggestion. Practice kissing? With who? You had the answer to that too. “I can be your test dummy. I don’t mind”.
The offer causes Spencer’s brain to malfunction. For a second he thinks you might be joking but the longer he stares at you the more he realizes you’re being genuine. “Right now?!” Spencer asked, blushing growing more prominent. “We can’t”.
“Why? We’re the only ones here” you remind him. You’re right. Both of you had shown up to work early to finish some paperwork. No one else has arrived yet.
When he comes up with no counter argument, you begin to lean closer to Reid. “If you really don’t want to just say so”. He says nothing so you take that as an answer. You move slowly to give him time to refuse but eventually your lips meet in a soft kiss.
Poor Spencer feels like his heart may explode. When you finally pull away he finds himself chasing your lips, not wanting it to end so quickly. His eagerness earns yet another laugh from you. “See, that wasn’t too bad. You’re a natural” you praise.
Before Spencer can let out a broken “thank you” the doors to the BAU open. Startled, Reid turns to see that Derek had arrived. “Hey, what are you two up to?” Morgan asked, none the wiser about what had just occurred.
“Oh nothing” you say, shooting Spencer a wink before returning to your own desk. Morgan simply shrugged and went to the round table room. This left Reid alone at his desk. He wasn’t sure if you were aware of what you had just done to him but now that you had been his first kiss he suddenly wanted you to be his last.
Request: Yes / No hey could you do something with spencer x fem!reader? maybe she’s not part of the bau, but involved in some law type stuff which results in her being in a coma. @haarrrys
Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night
Spencer Reid x Fem!Non-Binary!Parkinson!Male!Reader
Word count: 1785
Warnings: Getting shot
Y/N: Your Name
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
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I met my lovely girlfriend while on a job, right at home. She works for the local police department and she’s amazing. She’s incredibly brave, caring, respectful, and devoted to keeping people safe. It was almost impossible to not fall for her. Now we’ve been together for two years.
It sucked that Y/N and I couldn’t see each other too often, with my busy schedule and her slightly less busy schedule. However, when we did see each other we turned our phones off and made sure our jobs had our land-line number. We just wanted to spend the time we had together and it worked for us.
I currently had a rare day off and unfortunately, Y/N was working. I decided to relax and hope that Y/N could get off early. I decided to keep my phone on, since I wasn’t with my girlfriend today, but as soon as she got home I would turn it off. I was watching some Doctor Who when I received a call. I sighed, expecting it to be Hotch or JJ telling me that we had a case, but it wasn’t. I didn’t recognize the number, but answered none the less.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Is this Spencer Reid?” A man on the other line asked, he sounded familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint who it was.
“Yes, who is this?” I asked.
“This is Randy, Y/N’s partner. There’s been some trouble and Y/N’s been shot. She’s in surgery now, but I thought you should know.” He said and my eyes widened.
“What hospital?” I asked as I got up and grabbed my jacket.
“Green Hill.” He answered and I hung up. I rushed out and hailed a cab quickly.
“Green Hill Hospital, quickly please.” I said. I should have asked where she was shot. I should have asked how she’s doing. I should have gotten more information before I hung up, but I couldn’t think straight. My head was swimming with worry, something inside me was telling me that this was very serious. Y/N wouldn’t be alright, I could just feel it. I never relied on my gut feelings before, because they’re not facts, but this time felt different.
Once I arrived, I paid the cab driver and rushed inside. I spotted her partner and captain standing in the lobby and made my way over to them. Randy looked really worried, as did the captain, but he was doing a better job of hiding it.
“Is Y/N okay?” I asked, not bothering to hide my worry.
“Spencer, I’m glad Randy called you.” Allen, her captain, said.
“She’s still in surgery, but they said that they have hope for her.” He said.
“Where was she shot?” I asked and both men sighed.
“She was shot in the head, paramedics were already on the scene so we got her here quickly.” Allen answered and my eyes widened. There’s a 50% chance of her dying on the table…
“D-Did they say they can save her?” I asked.
“They said they’d do all they can…” Randy answered and I nodded, taking a seat.
“Hey, she’s a strong woman, she’ll pull through.” Allen said and I nodded, numbly.
We didn’t hear anything for five hours. I had called JJ and explained what was going on and she said she’d inform the rest of the team. They showed up it the two hour mark and agreed to stay with me and Randy. Allen wanted to stay, but he had to get back to the precinct. When the fifth hour came around, we all had a few cups of coffee in us.
“Y/N Y/L/N?” I looked up at the mention of her name and saw a Doctor looking around. I stood up and made my way to him.
“Is she alright?” I asked.
“The surgery went very well, however she hasn’t woken up yet.” He said and I gulped.
“I-Is she in a coma?” I asked.
“I’m afraid so, the likelihood of her waking up is slim.” He answered and I nodded.
“Can I see her?” I asked and he nodded with a sad smile.
“Of course, follow me.” He said. He led me to her room in silence and I was running through all the statistics in my head. The odds seemed to be against her… He opened the door to her room and I stepped in after him. I looked at my Y/N with wires, needles, and tubes sticking out of her. It broke my heart to see her like this. I took a seat next to her and gently grabbed her hand.
“If she does wake up she may have cognition, memory, speech, and or vision issues. She could possibly suffer from seizures for the rest of her life.” The doctor informed me and I nodded.
“I…I’ll leave you be.” He said and left the room. I stared at my poor girlfriend and prayed for the first time in my life. I never believed in God or any higher power, but I prayed to whoever would listen that my Y/N would come back to me.
*Four Months Later*
It’s been four months since Y/N was shot and I’ve visited her every day that I could. I stayed off of work for the first month, but I knew I couldn’t do that forever… no matter how understanding the team is. When I was on the job I did my absolute best to not think about Y/N. I know I probably shouldn’t but I couldn’t afford to be distracted by her state. Currently I was off the job and sitting right next to Y/N while reading her favorite book to her. The doctors honestly weren’t sure if she’d be able to hear me or not, but I tried anyway.
“Is that Handing in the Hotel?” I snapped my head up to find Y/N trying to sit up with a small smile on her face. I quickly shut the book and tossed it to the side. I leant forward and gently grasped her hand.
“Y/N?” I asked quietly.
“You know I love that book.” She whispered, hoarsely. I smiled and moved to kiss her. She giggled as I pulled away and I studied her face.
“You’re awake.” I said and she nodded.
“And thirsty.” She said and I quickly poured her some water the nurse had brought me. She gulped it down quickly and cleared her throat.
“That’s much better.” She said. Before I could say anything, the doctor walked in while looked at his charts.
“Hello Dr. Reid, I was told you-” He cut himself off when he looked up and found Y/N awake.
“Miss. Y/L/N… You’re awake.” He said in shock and she giggled.
“Seems to be shocking to everyone.” She said and he smiled slightly.
“Well, you were shot in the head and in a coma for four months.” He answered, walking closer to her bed.
“I remember being shot…” She said and looked down at her hands. I gently squeezed the one I was holding and she looked up at me.
“You’re alright now.” I smiled.
“I’m going to need to run some tests to make sure everything’s alright.” The doctor said and Y/N nodded.
“Go right ahead, I’d like to know myself.” She said and he smiled at her.
“You are very cheery for someone who just woke up.” He joked.
“What can I say, I’m a morning person.” She said and he laughed.
“I’ll send the nurse in to get started on the test, I’ll be back later.” He said and she nodded.
“So, four months huh?” She asked and I nodded.
“How were you holding up?” She asked and I smiled at her.
“It was hell, but you’re awake now.” I said and she smiled and pecked my lips.
“That I am.” She said.
They ran tests on her all day and by the time the doctor returned to give us the results it was dark out. Visiting hours were nearly over, but they had been making an exception for me. He walking in with Y/N’s charts and smiled.
“Well I have good news and bad news.” He said.
“What’s the good news?” Y/N asked.
“Your cognition, memory, speech, and or vision all seem to be perfectly normal.” He said and she smiled.
“What’s the bad news?” I asked.
“The bad news is that Y/N is going to have to take anti-epilepsy medication to deal with the seizures.” He said and she kept the smile on her face.
“Could be a lot worse.” She said.
“We’d like to keep you here for a few more days just to be safe and a hundred precent sure that everything’s alright, but after that you’re free to go home.” He said and she nodded.
“What about work? Will I still be able to be in the field?” She asked.
“I wouldn’t recommend it, but that would be something to discuss with your captain.” He said and she sighed.
“Well, thank you doctor.” She said and he smiled.
“Get some sleep, we’re going to run the test again tomorrow. Just to double check.” He said and she nodded. He left the room and Y/N looked at me with a slight frown.
“What if Allen won’t let me work anymore?” She asked.
“Then we’ll find you a new job, or you stay with the department, but not go out into the field.” I answered and she sighed again.
“I hope I don’t get stuck with a desk job…” She said and I chuckled.
“Y/N, you were just shot, they aren’t going to let you go out right away anyway.” I said and she groaned.
“It’s been four months!” She said and I chuckled.
“Four months where you were in a coma, you’re going to be stuck on desk duty for months.” I said and she groaned again. I chuckled at her childish behavior and kissed the top of her head.
“Just get some rest, I’ll call Allen in the morning to come see you.” I said and she nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. She moved over and patted to now empty space beside her.
“Come cuddle.” She said and I shook my head with a smile. I carefully got on the bed beside her and she rested her head on my chest.
“I love you, Spence. Thanks for reading to me for four months.” She mumbled and I kissed her head.
“Anything for you, Y/N.” I said and closed my eyes with a smile. For the first time in months I felt happy and at peace.
Request: Yes / NoHi!! A request for a Luke alvez x fem reader. Prompt #20 and #52, Luke and reader have had a few one night stands and reader gets upset because it’s just sex for Luke but reader wanted more ?? Hope that makes sense!! Much love Hi! Omg so I just sent a request and then went to the prompt list and saw I put 20 and 52 but I meant 20 and 62(Luke alvez x fem reader) tank u sm ☺️ @ready-4-fanfiction
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Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader
Word count: 738
Warnings: Honestly just kind of asshole Luke
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): “You should’ve left me, you could never deserve the person I’ve become.”, “ I hope you got what you wanted”
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Luke and I were friends and co-workers. Our relationship changed one drunken night after a tough case. We were at the bar with the rest of our co-workers, trying to get our minds off the horrible case we just witnessed. Luke and I were sitting at the bar together, drinking the sorrows away, when Luke looked over to me with a long sigh.
“I think we need something better than alcohol to forget.” He said and I laughed.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Well, we’re two single adults, in need of some distraction.” He said with a small smirk.
“Are you suggesting we have…” I trailed off with wide eyes.
“Why not?” He shrugged and I thought for a moment. The very small sober part of me was trying to convince myself that this was a bad idea, but the stronger, drunker side of me was convinced it was the perfect solution. I downed my drink and placed the glass on the bar.
“Fuck it.” I said and grabbed his hand, leading us both out of the bar.
That was a year ago and I’ve found myself falling for Luke harder and harder each time we had sex. I knew this didn’t mean as much to Luke as it did to me and it was killing me. It only got worse when Luke showed up at my house on a day off. I looked at him confused, he looked nervous.
“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?” He asked as I let him in.
“Um… I’m good. What are you doing here, Luke?” I asked as I shut the door.
“I needed to talk to you about… us.” He said and I felt my heart unintentionally skip a beat.
“Uh, yeah sure… what about?” I asked, sitting down on my couch.
“We need to stop having sex, I met someone.” He said with a smile and I couldn’t bring myself to feel happy for him.
“O-Oh… That’s… That’s great.” I said and he furrowed his brow at me.
“I thought you would be happy for me, I mean you’ve been looking at guys too, right?” He asked and I bit my lip and his eyes widened.
“Wait, don’t tell me…” He trailed off.
“I’m sorry Luke, I can’t really help how I feel about you…” I said, looking down at my hands.
“No! This can’t be happening, I mean come on Y/N, we were just having sex to forget about our shitty cases!” He said and I looked up at him with wide eyes.
“It’s not like I planned to fall for you, Luke! Like I said, I can’t help how I feel!” I said.
“You should’ve left me, you could never deserve the person I’ve become.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“It means that you’re not good enough for me. We were never gonna be anything more than sex.” He said and my jaw dropped.
“I came to let you down easy, but I didn’t expect this!” He said and I shook my head.
“I can’t believe you, Luke! I just bared my heart to you and you decided to tell me that I’m not good enough for you? You’re such an ass!” I shouted, standing up and glaring at him.
“I’m just-”
“Don’t.” I cut him off with a deeper glare.
“Get out.” I said and pointed to my door. Luke sighed and walked towards my door. He opened it and stopped with one foot outside.
“Y/N, I’m-”
“Just go… I hope you got what you wanted…” I said and he sighed.
“I’m sorry…” He whispered before shutting the door and walking out of my personal life for good. I sat down on my couch and let the tears I didn’t know I was holding back fall. I can’t believe Luke did this… I can’t believe he said what he said… How could I not have seen this? How could I be so blind when it came to him? I should have never started this deal with him. It was such a stupid idea to get with a co-worker… Now work is going to be so awkward! Now everyone will figure out that I have feelings for Luke… Now everyone will see that Luke doesn’t give a damn about me and I’ll get those stupid pity looks…
