#Penelope Garcia is the best fucking dancer

[supercriminalbean]

Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

Episode 2:

Penelope dance party epic!!

If JJ and Will break up i will cry, they are underrated

Rossi needs a shower and a shave

Lesbian Tara?!?!?!??! Bi Tara!!?? Omg yesssss. Queer TARA!! Fucking finally some representation in this show. Even tho all the members are so fruity.

Rossi calling the unsub a fuckhead 😂😂🥵🥵.

Penelope calling Rossi instead of anyone else in the BAU when she gets information.

Penelope confronting Rossi about going to thepry.

FATHER DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP.

When Penelope gets nevours and rambles and Rossi just let's her waiting for her to get to the point. He has no patience lately, but for her he will find alittle bit of it left.

Penelope and Dave hug 😭😭😭

Thoes two always have each other forever!!

Also JJ or Rossi saying the word kink makes me laugh and blush not okay.

Rossi meeting Garcia at the elevator and not talking because he knows she needs silent to deal with everything at first.

Fuck Rossi opening the door for her fucking Dilf. Him in black does things to me.

"Do you need my login or password" oh right sorry I forgot its you Garcia. He was terrified after she gave him that look I swear.

Rossi watching Garcia work is my kink.

Fuck Garcia fingers tapping away damnnn.

This episode has alot of Garcia and Rossi and I'm living for it.

I'll do date morning with JJ 😏

JJ trying so hard not to laugh at the fact Rossi said I'm not at the everyone getting laid comment 😂😂

JJ delayed reaction at Girlfriend

Emily saying son of a bitch 😍

JJ trying to get Luke to calm down cos like bro we all know you in loveeee

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #Penelope Garcia is the best fucking dancer #David Rossi needs a hug and threpy #Emily Prentiss needs to come out gay soon or im calling bullshit #Tara Lewis is the fucking bestttttt #Jennifer Jareau #JJ is pure comfort #will lamontagne #Luke Alvez is falling more in love than I am with Garcia #garvez doesnt feel straight

[write-orflight]

Like Real People do. Chapter 2

*Gif not mine*

Chapter 1

Rating: M, eventually will be smut.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Death, talk about death, Mentions of past sexual assault and kidnapping

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

A.N This is a little angsty chapter. lots of major plot details as well as mentions of assault. If that is Triggering to you i recommend skipping the first half. Also expect an update every week instead of this soon only posting this because I got inspired and finished early. much love, Cia

        Chapter 2:About that night 

“Hey dad, mom.” You said, sitting down on the cool grass, you began to pick at the blades like you did as a child as you spoke. “I know I haven’t visited in a while. In my defense, I was in school across the country, but it's not like I haven't been thinking of you guys.” You leaned back the cool marble chilling your back as well. You could practically hear your mother’s voice in your ear. 

“Ladies don’t slouch, Y/N” She’d always say, your dad would always come to your defense, “Sit however you want, Angel.” He’d say. You smiled, sadly. You missed your parents in different ways but you still missed them regardless. 

“Umm, so I suppose I should tell you guys what’s new with me.” You say. “I finished my masters, 2 actually and I uh… finished academy. I’m a profiler now at Quantico.” you winced slightly, you knew your mom would hate it, she hated when your dad was one. You couldn’t count the amount of times you hid in your room watching TV to drown out what they thought was hushed arguments. Your mom didn’t like that he wasn’t home a lot, sure but the main argument was always that she thought it was dangerous, and that he was recklessly putting their lives at risk. 

If there’s one thing your mother always was, it was right. 

“I know you guys probably wouldn’t have wanted this for me. I know mom wanted me to be a dancer despite my inability to dance.” you laughed, looking back fondly at the times you would just, for lack of a better word, flail around your childhood dance classes. “And I know dad never wanted me to know about that side of his job. But I did, and now I’m doing it and I’m happy because it’s the one place I finally feel like I fit.” You sigh. “And I’m good at it. So I feel like you guys would be proud.” You began to rattle off the details of your most recent case quietly to your dad. And how Spencer took a risk that had thankfully paid off but was terrifying in the meantime. 

“Spencer is…” You paused, trying to think of the right words to describe Dr. Spencer Reid. “... A guy. Wait, not a guy, like that. He’s a coworker, who’s a guy.” you say, fumbling and probably flushing if you could see your face. Why were you blushing? No one was here, no one alive at least. You’d known Spencer for a little over a month now and the more you spoke, the more your crush on him developed.  “He’s incredibly smart, like genius-level smart, and he’s nice. Dad, you would’ve liked him.” you felt tears coming up, as they typically did this day of the year. You stood up, placing the flowers you had purchased the day before. “I actually managed to find some good blue hydrangeas this year for you, mom.” You smiled, remembering the amount your mother would complain about how other people took care of their flowers in the neighborhood you grew up in specifically your neighbor’s blue hydrangea bush. You often found her in a rage that they were ‘practically butchering her favorite flower’  You laid the flowers down regarding your parents grave one more time. 

Alice and Noah Y/L/N

Beloved Parents and Agents. 

You stopped for hot chocolate on your way home, it always cheered you up in these winter months. Not that anything could cheer you up today but it couldn’t hurt. You made your way back to your apartment, picking up your textbook and making notes. When the words began to swim you laid down for a nap. 

You hadn’t had the dream for a while but it was never really gone. The putrid smell of the basement you were kept in, the drip of the leaky ceiling, the small sealed shut window that was your only indication that days have passed. His hands, filthy dirty hands. Always covered in soot, fingernails always dirty. He’d always come in at night, the light from the hallway being the only amount of light you’d get. Every night, he’d grab your face roughly, making you meet him in his dead eyes, and ask

“Are you going to be good for me tonight, Beloved.” 

You fought him the first couple of nights, but after a while you just let him take it. His hands always rough, pinning you, the knife pressing deep making shallow cuts in your side, the ringing of the phone 

The ringing of the phone…? 

You wake up startled, your phone is ringing. You look at the caller ID, it was Garcia. 

“Hey Garcie.” You say, sleepily, calling her by the nickname you gave her a month into knowing her. “Is there a case?” You ask. 

“Nope, sugarplum. I’m calling to ask if you wanted to come out and have a girls night. I was thinking maybe calling Prentiss and JJ, we go get drinks, have fun…” she trailed off. 

“I don’t think so, Garcia, I might just sit and watch tv tonight.” You say, being in large crowds, especially today, didn’t sound fun.  

“I know what today is, Y/N” she says, quietly. “So even if you don’t want to go out that’s fine, I’ll bring food, wine, and we can totally just sit and watch tv. But you shouldn’t be alone.” 

She was right, you knew you shouldn’t be alone. You sigh. “Only if you bring thai food and we can watch Doctor Who.” 

“Deal!” she says excitedly before hanging up. 

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You and Garcia proceeded to spend most of the day watching Doctor who and laughing around Thai food. You’re halfway through the 10’s second season when Garcia gets a call. 

“What’s up, buttercup?” She says. You can’t make out the other person on the line. “I am sitting with Y/N in her apartment and we’re watching Doctor Who, can you believe she stopped watching after Nine?” 

“I got busy!” You said around your mouth full of food. 

“Hold on, I’ll ask.” Penelope says. “It’s Spencer, he wants to know if it’s ok he comes to watch with us. I’ll tell him no…” She trails off. 

“No, it's fine.” You say, nodding. “Tell him he can come.” 

“Spence, she said it’s fine. But I’d hurry up before she inhales all the Thai food.” 

“Fuck you!” you exclaim, laughing. 

You get up and head to your bathroom. You looked like you had been crying for sure. So you put some concealer under your eyes and blush on your cheeks. You look at yourself again and decide why not finish? And put eyeliner and lipgloss on. You change pajamas as well opting for shorts and a tank in case you get warm. 

You come back and Garcia is full on smirking at you. 

“What?” you ask? 

“Nothing…” She said, smirk now turned to a full grin. 

You pour more wine into your glass, feeling Garcia’s gaze still on you. You look over and you were right. She was looking at you, still smiling. 

“Alright out with it, Garcie.” 

“You like him.” She says. 

“Pardon?” You question hoping that if you act like you didn’t know what she was talking about she’d let it go. Obviously that was not the case. 

“Spencer.” She says, nonchalantly. “You like him.”

You pick up your glass. Now seemed like the best time to drink. “No, I don’t” 

Garcia scoffed. “I may not be a profiler, but I’m not an idiot.” She laughed. “I tell you Spencer’s coming over suddenly you have on full makeup.” 

“I just didn’t want to look like I was crying.” You pointed out.

“Uh-huh, and the changing into the super sexy pajama set was also so you didn’t look like you were crying?” 

You roll your eyes, continuing to eat. “It’s not sexy, it’s pajamas.” you say around your food. 

“If you say so, I think it’s cute though.” Penelope says. “You know, he asked me if you were dating anyone the other day.” 

“Really?” You said, a little too excitedly. 

“No!” She laughs. “But nice acting skills, you almost had me fooled that you didn’t like him.” 

You sit back in your seat pouting. “That’s not a nice trick to play.” 

“Oh, shut up. You’re only upset you've been had.” As if he knew you were talking about him, a knock came to the door. You both turned to look at the door neither moving to get it. “Are you going to get the door or do you want to change again.” She jokes. 

“Shut up.” you mumble before opening the door. Spencer regards you with a tiny smile clutching his messenger bag. “Hey, Spencer.” You smiled moving to the side, letting him in. Garcia greets him too, patting the seat next to her in the middle of the couch. He sits his bag down before joining her. You return to your seat at the end immediately pulling your legs under you turning your attention to the TV. You feel eyes on you so you turn only to lock eyes with Spencer. He flushes immediately before awkwardly clearing his throat and turning toward the screen. Weird… you think. 

The three of you watch a couple more episodes, at some point the Thai food is put away and replaced with popcorn. You’re laughing so much you almost forget what today is. 

Almost. 

Eventually, Garcia stands. “Well lovelies, I have an early day tomorrow. So I’m going to head out.” 

Spencer moves to stand too. “Guess I’ll head out too.” 

“No!” Garcia all but shouts. “Don’t stop on my account. You guys seem like you’re having fun.” She says. If you weren’t glaring at her before it was full on daggers now she was obviously trying to set you up. 

“If I’m not putting you out, Y/N.” 

“Never Spencer, I like hanging out with you.” You add. God, I sound lame. You think. But you instantly lose that thought when a bright smile crosses his lips. You can’t help but look and smile back. A throat being cleared brings you both back. 

“I’m going to go.” Garcia says, smiling at you both. She hoped you guys figured it out you could be good for each other. “I’ll see you at work.” 

“Bye Garcie! Thanks for today.” You call out to her, watching to make sure she got to her car safe. You turn back to Spencer. “Next Episode?” You ask, he nods furiously. 

You’re about halfway through the second episode you’ve watched with just Spencer and you can’t help but be hyper aware of your body right now. Spencer was still so close, seated in the middle of your couch instead of the end where Garcia had been. You took in his relaxed frame, the furrow that was normally in his brow was almost entirely gone, his sharp jaw finally slack. You find yourself looking at his mouth for a while, he had such a pretty mouth, soft pink lips that you couldn’t help but wonder what they felt like, what they tasted like-- 

That thought was dashed short when you saw his eyes back on you. You flush looking into his eyes. 

“You didn’t come to work today.” He says. 

“I did not.” 

“Hotch said it was a personal day.”

“It was.” You sighed. You knew someone would eventually ask about it, you worked with profilers, you're sure most of them deduced why you took a personal day even if they didn’t know the whole truth.   

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks. He’s offering you an out, you decide not to take it.         

“It’s been 11 years since my parents died today.” You say. “You’d think it’d get easier by now but it really really doesn’t.” You sigh. 

Suddenly you felt arms around you. Spencer was hugging you tightly and that was enough to break the dam you thought you had closed before. You began clutching on to him sobbing giant messy cries into his shoulder. He rubs your back in smooth circles whispering it’s ok until he notices you calm. He still didn’t release his hold in you so now you were laying in his arms, head resting on his shoulder. ”You didn’t have to do this.” you say “I know you’re a germaphobe.” 

“Yea to strangers, Y/N.” He points out. “Not to you, you’re my friend. I’m always going to try to protect you.” He says, smoothing your hair from your face. The action itself was so fond it hurt you. And while the friend comment stung a little you couldn’t bring yourself to care because right now even if it was just for the night you were in Spencer Reid’s arms. And you felt safe. 

“Can we finish Doctor Who now?” You inquire, not moving from your spot, practically burying yourself into Spencer’s shoulder.  

“Of course.” He says pressing play. You stay like that, pressed tightly together until David Tennant’s voice and Spencer body warmth lure you into slumber. 

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[dontshootmespence]

‘Hopeless’ Romantic

A/N: An anon request where Spencer x Reader are getting married and she wants to do pieces of the last dance from Dirty Dancing at their wedding. Spencer can’t dance for shit and he knows it, so Morgan and Garcia help him learn. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha @lukeassmanalvez @rmmalta

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“Babygirl,” Morgan said as they walked down the hallway toward his desk. “Chill-” He was about to go off on a tangent about how Penelope needed to either ask Kevin out again and accept that he was going to move on when Spencer emerged from the elevator looking green. Spencer was about 10 minutes from hurling on the floor. “Wow, Pretty Boy...what’s wrong?” 

Spencer walked blankly to his desk with Morgan and Garcia following closely behind. “Did you and Y/N get into a fight or something?” They were supposed to be getting married in six months, so they sure as hell hoped not; Spencer had never been happier. Y/N was a light in his life.

“No, no,” Spencer replied. He shook his head out of the bad daydream he’d just been dwelling in. “Nothing like that.”

“What is it then?” Garcia asked, sitting at his side. “Come on, you know you can tell your friend Penelope anything.” With a smile, she pinched his cheeks and waited with bated breath for her friend to tell them what was troubling him. 

Spencer glanced between them over and over again. After a momentary bought on confusion, his eyes widened; something had dawned on him. “Y/N wants to dance a very particular dance at our wedding...I can’t dance. Choreography? I’m FUCKED!”

Morgan threw his head back and laughed at Spencer’s supposed misfortune. “Kid, that’s what you’re freaking out about?”

Spencer whispered loudly as he stood up at his desk. “Have you seen me run? Have you seen my chase down unsubs and fall? I have two left feet Morgan! She wants to do the ending dance from Dirty Dancing! I am a thousand percent screwed.” He sat back down, his arms folded on the desk as he repeatedly beat his head into his hands. “What am I supposed to do? Y/N has been thinking about our wedding non-stop for the past six months and I want everything to be perfect for her, but I can’t fucking dance!”

As Spencer continued to beat his head against the desk, Morgan and Garcia exchanged knowing glances. “Garcia and I can dance,” Morgan said, slapping his friend on the back in an attempt to comfort him.

“Thanks!” Spencer exclaimed, his muffled voice emerging from his hands. “Rub it in! That’s great! You two can dance, but I’m going to fall on my feet in the middle of my wedding reception.”

Garcia snorted and lifted his head up. “For a genius, you sure are slow. He means, we can teach you how to dance.”

“Really? Oh. Can you? I’m probably a hopeless case.”

Morgan slapped him on the shoulders again. “You love Y/N, right?”

“Of course I do! That’s why I’m panicking!”

“Then all you can do is try.”

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After one more minor (see: major) meltdown on Spencer’s part that he was going to have two left feet and fall all over his bride on their wedding day, he calmed down enough to focus on the instruction Morgan and Garcia were able to provide. 

Although they didn’t know the choreography either, they just needed to teach him the basics so that when he and Y/N went to a professional dancing instructor he didn’t make a fool of himself. Over and over again, they drilled bits and pieces of the dance that they could get a hold on themselves, and repeatedly, Spencer ended up stepping on his own feet or Garcia’s. “I suck at this!” Spencer screamed, clenching his fists in the air and gritting his teeth in anger. “She’s going to be gorgeous and floating across the dance floor and I am going to fall directly on my ass!” As if to prove his point, he fell backward onto the floor, exasperated.

“Kid,” Morgan laughed, extending his hand and pulling him up off the floors of his apartment. “You are putting way too much thought into this. Technically, you can do this. You have an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. If you watch the dance over and over again, you could probably nail it, the big part is confidence.”

“Exactly,” he replied. He threw his hands toward the ceiling. “I have none! Why do you think I got my ass kicked when I was a kid? Because I am wiry, and have no rhythm and all I have is my brain!”

“Hey!” Garcia yelled, slapping Spencer’s hand and pointing a disapproving finger in his face. “Don’t talk like that about yourself or I will smack you again! You have more than your brain. Sure, you’re a genius, but you are also kind, funny, and full of love, especially for Y/N. Do you love her?”

“Yes!”

“Are you or have you ever been uncomfortable in front of her?”

Spencer glared at her confused. “No, of course not.”

“Then stop focusing on how you are going to look in front of everyone else and focus on her when you dance. If you pretend she’s the only one that exists and then add that to your technical intelligence; you’ll be golden. Now, shut up and put your hands on my waist. Let’s go.”

                                                             ----

Four months before the wedding, Spencer and Y/N were supposed to start professional dance lessons, so Morgan and Garcia made it their mission in their free time to train Spencer enough that he wouldn’t make an ass out of himself in front of the professional dancer, as well as Y/N, who definitely had more natural rhythm than him. 

At least twice a week, the three got together at Morgan’s apartment (considering it was the biggest of the three of theirs) and attempted to perfect Spencer’s dancing skills. “Stand up straight!” Garcia exclaimed as she smacked Spencer’s shoulders.

“Hey! You’re a mean teacher,” Spencer laughed. “And surprisingly strong.”

“This dance is going to require you to spin your beloved a lot, so let’s start with that.”

For two months, they helped Spencer learn to hold his posture. He also learned how to dip his new bride, and twirl her to her heart’s content. The lift at the end of the dance was going to be the hardest. Opposite his childhood, he wasn’t weak by any means, but his balance...well, that could definitely use some work. “The professionals will teach you the rest, Reid,” she said happily. “You can do this. Just remember. Focus on her.”

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At the start of their professional classes, Y/N was taken aback by her finance’s sudden coordination. “Babe,” she exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear after the instructor had them run through the first couple beats of the song. “You have rhythm. What happened?”

Spencer blushed, making sure to keep his secret as such. He didn’t want to let her know just yet that he had been getting together with Morgan and Garcia for some desperately needed instruction. “I guess you inspire me,” he laughed. “But I’m still exceedingly nervous.”

“That’s okay,” she replied. “Just focus on me. We can do this. It’s going to be the best first dance ever.”

Over the next four months, Spencer perfected the dance save for the lift. That damn lift was going to kill him. “Oh my god, I can’t do this,” he muttered, knocking his head against her shoulder. “I don’t want to drop you.”

“You won’t,” she replied. “If we can’t get it exactly, then we’ll substitute it for a different type of lift.”

As they picked up again, drilling the dance until Spencer was pretty sure he wanted to throw up the Dirty Dancing song, he prayed to himself that they’d be able to do this. Y/N had been wanting to do this dance at her wedding since she was a little girl and disappointing her was at the forefront of his mind.

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Spencer couldn’t have been happier; Y/N was his wife. Her dress had been stunning, but her even more so, and now they were in the middle of their dance. Although he did as Penelope had instructed and focused solely on his new wife, he reveled in the gasps from his friends and others at the wedding who were surprised at his apparent skill on the dance floor. Just a week before the wedding, they had nailed the lift for the first time. Subsequently, every time they practiced he lifted her, not easily, but he did it. She said they didn’t have to do that lift if he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he wanted to do it, and now she was across the dance floor, gracefully running toward him. He could do this.

Her beautiful, flowing, short white dress as she approached him. God, she was so beautiful; he felt like the luckiest man in the world. When she got to him, he grabbed her by the waist, she arched, just so, to keep herself balanced, and he smiled up at her as the wedding guests cheered. The second he lowered her to the ground, he led her in a bit of a free dance, something improvised instead of following the movie’s dance to the letter. “We did it,” he whispered. 

“You did it,” she said, pressing a kiss to his lips before he twirled her out and brought her back in. “Thank you so much for doing this for me. I know dancing isn’t your thing.”

“I would do anything for you.” As he twirled her again, Spencer caught sight of Morgan and Garcia, both of whom were clapping furiously. “I actually had Morgan and Garcia help me before we even started classes.”

A look of surprise flashed across her face as she made eye contact with them and blew them a kiss. “You’re amazing, Spencer Reid.”

“Only for you.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #derek morgan #penelope garcia #dontshootmespence

[spencerxreiders]

Piece By Piece (Reid x Reader)

Title: Piece By Piece Rating: T Word Count: 1676 Warnings: mild torture, if clubs make you uncomfortable lol Summary: anon requested: "can you do one where the reader is a stripper and her boyfriend Spencer hates her job and tries to convince her to quit and move in with him so he can support her but she refuses and ends up being kidnapped by an unsub. you can decide how it ends. love you!!!!!!" A/N: so one, I decided to make the ending p fluffy,hope that's alright ^^ Also sorry for the delay! Thank you so much for the request (which I'm still taking, btw ;))! ••• "Y/N, please," your boyfriend Spencer pleaded for the umpteenth time. "Spencer, I love you, but I'm fine, really," you said in an exasperated tone. All your conversations seemed to end the same way these days. You worked as a stripper, which made him uncomfortable. He trusted you entirely, but the men who ogled at you? Not so much. Your style wasn't incredibly dirty, nothing too risque ever occurred, but the way you twirled around the pole was what caught everyone's attention. Spencer admitted you were good at what you did, he couldn't deny that. But he found it unsafe. How many unsubs, he wondered, went after strippers? He could remember two instantly, and if he racked that brain of his, he would surely remember more. He loved you more than anything in the world and he made sure you knew it. He couldn't bear to see you hurt. You loved him just as much. The last eighteen months had been the best of your life. Spencer's pleas were getting harder to ignore. Honestly, as he asked you to move in with him every few days, you smiled at the very thought. However, you were as stubborn as a mule. If you caved now, he may think it alright to control you in other aspects of your life. Should you have to give up your profession for the love of your life? "Spencer, I'm going to be late," you whined, standing up from your table at the local coffee shop. He rose just as quickly, taking your hands in his, which were still warm from the mug of coffee. "Please consider?" he asked once more. "Ok, ok.. I love you, string bean," you smiled before pulling him into a soft kiss. "I love you, too," he murmured. "I'll call you in the morning?" you asked. He nodded. "I look forward to it." You picked up your duffle bag containing your work things, blowing him a kiss before beginning the walk to the studio. •• The night progressed as usual. The music coursed through your veins, shaking your whole being. The club was alive with patrons. Multicolored lights cascaded over your body as you danced on the smallish stage, all eyes on you as you performed proudly. Your dark purple crop top clung to you like elastic and your thigh-length skirt complimented your skin tone. You jumped up to reach the top of the pole you were using, only to swing back down flawlessly. You continued to do simpler tricks, which still had the predominantly male audience captivated. You held on with both hands before kicking your legs over your head. You twirled back down the pole, grinding against it before strutting off stage. Your skin glistened as you finished your routine and made your way to the lockers. After taking a long swig from your water bottle, you changed clothes and gathered your things. "See you later!" you called to your friend, Rebecca. "Bye, Y/N!" she replied cheerily. Her vibrantly dyed red hair was slick with sweat against her bare shoulders, similar to your (h/c) locks. She was a more sensual dancer, often getting up close and personal with clients. You walked out of the building, shuddering at the cool night air. The city lights ceased to illuminate your way as you neared your apartment complex. Thoughts of Spencer filled your brain as you considered yet again moving in. You pulled out your phone to dial his number when a heavy weight struck the back of your head, knocking you unconscious. ••• Spencer was erratic as he stormed into Quantico the next day. He practically barged into Hotch's office. "Y/N's gone," he panted, resisting the urge to sink to his knees. "What do you mean?" the older man asked. "She didn't call me, and she never even made it home last night." "She does look like the victims from our unsub... and she shares the same profession.. Reid, tell everyone to gather at the round table. I'll be there shortly." Spencer charged into the bullpen. "Guys, round table. Now," he ordered despite the crack in his voice. The others shared questioning looks as they followed him to the meeting room. "What's going on?" Morgan asked. No one could answer before Hotch arrived. "Y/N is missing, and we think it's the same unsub." Gasps filled the area as tears welled up in Penelope's eyes. The team loved Y/N almost as much as Spencer and had grown accustomed to her bright and kind personality. "Garcia, any new information?" "No sir," she whispered, wiping away the tear tracks. "Remember, the unsub is on a schedule. We have three days to save her, or he'll most likely kill her. Let's continue," he said curtly. Reid jogged to his maps, JJ followed Morgan and Rossi to interrogations, Penelope headed for her batcave, and Hotch went out on the field with Emily. "We'll find you, Y/N. don't worry," Reid murmured to himself. •• 49 hours. That's how long you had been missing. The team had made some progress, but had yet to hit a serious breakthrough. "It'll be ok," Penelope whispered in an attempt to comfort Spencer, but it wasn't enough to calm his nerves. "I miss her," he wailed before sinking into her embrace. "C'mon, boy wonder. We can do this. You and me, buddy boy, we're gonna find girl genius," she said decidedly, pulling Spencer up with her. She began typing away at her keyboard, Venn Diagrams filling her screen. "I found something!"she practically screeched. Spencer's head shot up and he raced over to her side. "What? What?" "Did Y/N know anyone named Rebecca?" she asked, turning to look at him. "Yeah, I think so. Why?" "On the other victim's social medias, a Rebecca is listed at least once. So, I did some digging, and it's the same girl. Her name's Rebecca Valentini, and can you guess her job?" Penelope asked. "A stripper," Reid guessed in awe. "Right-e-o! I'm sending her address to everyone's phones." "Thank you Garcia!" Spencer grinned, hugging Penelope before running to the others. ••• "So, Y/N... did you ever do any private parties?" You glared at Rebecca, who had you tied up from the rafters. "Fuck off," you muttered. "What?" she shrieked before slapping your left cheek. "I said fuck off!" you screamed at her. "You are gonna pay, slut!" Rebecca growled before pulling out a small knife. She placed it on your stomach and began doodling, leaving thin trails of blood to drip down your body. You hissed at the pain. Your whole body was bruised or cut in some way and you were pretty sure you had a concussion from the brick to the head. "Freeze! FBI!" Morgan called out before busting down the door. "Spencer!" you cried as your boyfriend flew into the room. "Rebecca, put the knife down," he warned, aiming his gun squarely on her. "Or what? You'll shoot me? Do it, I don't care!" She pushed the cool metal further into your abdomen, causing you to cry out. There was a "boom!" before Rebecca's body dropped to the floor. Spencer hurriedly put his still smoking gun away in his holster before running to your dangling form. He untied you swiftly before bundling you up in his arms. His trembling hands smoothed hair away from your forehead before pressing his lips against the skin. "I love you so much, shh, it's ok now," he murmured while rocking you back and forth. You sobbed into his Kevlar vest. "Spencer!" You repeated his name like a mantra as they pried you out of his grasp to take you to the hospital. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he was rejected from riding along in the ambulance, however he shouted that he was right behind you. •• Two weeks had passed, all of which you spent at Spencer's apartment. He never left your side for the first week, not even when the team had a case. However, when he was needed, he almost never put his phone down. You had taken off from work as well, and honestly, weren't sure if you would go back. However, if you had learned anything in the week you'd spent with Spencer, it was that you wanted to spend your life with him then more than ever. He took care of you, but stepped back when you asked him to. Once he learned you hated to be babied, he relented in his care-taking, helping you only when you asked or obviously needed it. Somehow his bed felt better than your own, even when he wasn't in it. His scent coated the sheets and pillowcases, lulling you to sleep every night. His arms cradled you perfectly as he clutched you to his chest, swearing he would never let you go again. His long fingertips ignited a flame in you you couldn't quite place, but never tried to dull. So, one evening, when the topic of moving in came up, you couldn't contain a Cheshire grin. "Y/N, I know how you feel about people taking care of you, but I need you. I need you so much, I can't lose you again. Please let me take care of you, please. I love you so much. Would please move in with me?" he begged with glossy eyes. Tears filled your own eyes as you latched onto him, mumbling "yes!" repeatedly. Something told you that even with Spencer's protectiveness, he wouldn't try to stop you from doing what made you happy. "Thank you," you whispered close to his ear. "Anything for you, love," he gushed, pulling back to cup your face in his hands. He peppered kisses all over your face, finishing by pecking your lips. "Spencer, what if I want to be a stripper again?" you whispered like it was a dirty secret. He was quiet for a moment before smiling softly. "Then that is your decision to make, and I will support you," he responded honestly. How did this man exist? "I'm not going to clip your wings, Y/N. I don't own you." He kissed your lips softly and slowly, a preview of many days to come.

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