#aaron hotchner x spencer reid x original female character

[thatgirlstrawberry]

See this?

That’s the look of pure horror, when his girlfriend’s father aka Aaron Hotchner storms into the working space the chief landed them (just imagine they are on a case somewhere far away) and LITERALLY seething and *angry vocalising* his disagreement with theirs relationship, because Spencer’s 5-10 (just age gap idc) older (reader’s over 18 for dear life) and she just started working there (7months). Derek has to physically restrain him from hurting his not so soon son in law. He calms down soon enough to get to work, but they’ll have a big talk about it, including Rossi. Cuz this man can’t hold a secret for dear life. I can imagine the ANGRY FACE Hotch does 🤬🤯 when he finds out about it. Also can you make it a lil bit longer with spice? Like after the big disapproving talk with Hotch, that they freely have a long hot makeout sesh, not worried about her dad finding out about them. In their apartment, where he’s sitting with his back to the headboard, hands tightly squeezing her hips while she’s whining on his lap.

I Hope this text above was coherent enough for you to consider making something with it. I hope that both sides of your pillow are cold. Ily<3

YESSS OMG

Not-so-happy Hotch

In which Hotch finds out that Spencer and Y/N have been seeing each other and is not happy about it

Warnings: angst, angry angry Hotch, spoilers from season 5, age gap (9 years), reader is 18+, heavy making out near the end + grinding kinda, sadness a lil bit, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!hotch!reader

Y/N sat on her bed alone, in the hotel room. The team were in Massachusetts investigating the murders of a variety of women. It was her third case. She’d only been there for about 7 months.

She’d been dating Spencer for 4.

The day she walked into the BAU in her little white blouse and tight black jeans, Spencer had his eyes on her. Not just because of her body but because of her bright personality. He couldn’t believe how wonderful she was even after what she went through.

He obviously knew her before she started on the job, she was Hotch’s daughter. She first fell for him when she was 18. The day Haley died. She was with Jack and her in the house. Foyet had tied her to a chair and had her watch him kill Haley.

It messed her up. It made her want to stop people who did the same to other people and their families. She had originally wanted to be a teacher but everything she saw that day changed her entire life.

Spencer was the one to untie her because her father moved right past her, putting a finger to his lips with his gun raised in the other direction.

Y/N felt her mother’s blood splatter all over her face and clothes as Foyet shot her in the head. She squeezed her eyes shut and let a muffled scream out over the gag he had tied around her head. The sound of Haley’s body hitting the floor made her flinch.

She didn’t dare open her eyes but she could tell Foyet moved closer to her. “I’m gonna go find that little brother of yours and you can watch me kill him too.”

And he moved her mother’s body.

Y/N cried and didn’t open her eyes until she knew he was out of the room. She tried so desperately to get the cloth out of her mouth but nothing worked.

Moments later, her dad appeared. She widened her eyes and whined. He let a tear slip from his eye and pressed his finger against his lips.

He moved past her and looked forward, making sure that his gun was pointed forward. Then all the noises from fighting and gunshots were heard.

She let out more screams hearing her father fight for his life. It was almost like she couldn’t breathe., she was screaming so hard.

Then she heard them tumbling down the stairs. Punch after punch.

“Reid, get her out of here!” She heard the voice of her uncle Derek Morgan behind her.

Suddenly, Spencer Reid appeared in front of her, making sure not scare her. “You’re okay. You’re okay, look at me, Y/N.” Spencer rushed as his hands tore at the knots around her hands and feet.

She looked into his eyes trying to stop the tears. When her hands were untied she reached up and tore the cloth from her mouth. When her feet were untied, Spencer wrapped his arms around and pulled her up from the chair.

She buried her head into his shoulder trying to contain her sobs as he carried her out of the house. “Is my Dad okay!?” She asked when he set her down on the ground. “Is he dead too— what about Jack— where is Jack!?”

Spencer shook his head and watched her eyes dart around. Her chest heaved but she was barely taking in any air. “Y/N, stop. Look at me, please.” Truth was, he didn’t know if Hotch was dead or alive.

The woman stopped looking everywhere else and settled on his eyes. “Take a deep breath in.” He held her hands tightly in his. He watched her body shake as she did what she was told. “Now let it out.” She nodded and squeezed his hands a let her deep breath out through her rounded lips. “Good. Keep breathing just like that.”

Y/N had always had a little girl crush on her father’s coworker. He was cute and awkward and had a nice smile. So, when she started working there, she was able to get to know him better.

“Everyone, meet our new liaison, Y/N Hotchner.” Garcia squealed and clapped, Morgan smiled and went in for a hug and Spencer stood back with his hands in his pockets with a small smile on his face.

Hotch turned to the rest of the team. “She’ll start out as a liaison but we’re working to get up to profiling level. She is a part of this team just like all of you.”

Days after that, past her mother’s funeral, she left town. She went to college, pretty much reset her entire life. One day, after all her classes she went to get coffee. All by herself. She didn’t have many friends anyway.

While she sat by the window with a book and her coffee, someone familiar walked in. She didn’t see him at first but when she heard his voice across the shop, she looked up. “Spencer?” She called.

He turned around and was pleasantly surprised. “Y/N!” He raised his brows. “What— how—“ he paused. “Hi, how are you?”

She pressed her lips together. He had the same look on his face that everyone did when they asked her that question. Pity. “Y’know, I’m okay.” She shrugged.

Spencer nodded. “G-good.” Y/N took the pause to look at him. His hair was longer, stubble was grown out, he was really fucking pretty.

She inhaled deeply, a wave of confidence washing over her. “Can I… buy you a coffee?”

Spencer tilted his head with a smile. “No.” He shook his head. Y/N visibly deflated. “I-I already bought one.” He leaned in a bit closer. “You can buy me a chocolate donut with sprinkles though.”

She scoffed jokingly. “Wow. Begging a broke college student for food.” She rolled her eyes with a teasing smile, pulling her wallet from her back pocket and walking up to the counter. Spencer blew a raspberry and followed behind her.

In her hotel room, Y/N pulled her knees up to her chest waiting for his knock at her hotel door. Her heart always raced when she realized that they could be caught by her father. But she loved Spencer and she fully believed that nothing could stop her from seeing him. She knew her dad would probably have a big problem with it. Y/N was now 24 and Spencer was almost 33. She knew also that he didn’t want her dating anyone for that matter.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

She smiled and bit her lip, climbing out of the bed. She walked to the door and opened it. “Yes?” She raised her eyebrows, trying to keep her composure as Spencer stood there with a small smirk and a small pink box in his hands.

“I have a delivery for a Ms. Y/N? Is she here?” Spencer asked, his eyes gliding down her body.

She shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. “Depends. What’s in the box and what do I owe my amazing delivery man?”

Spencer stepped forward a bit. “There’s a donut in the box. And you owe me a few kisses as the delivery fee.” He smiled, his eyes were soft— puppy dog like.

She bit her lip. “Well in that case…” She pulled him into to room by his tie and shut the door quietly.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Hotch was standing at the end of the hall watching this.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N was outside talking to a few news reporters who were asking questions. Her dad and Derek went to check out the latest crime scene. When she saw the SUV roll back into the parking lot of the station where base of operations was set up.

She nodded at a man with a microphone who had asked her a question. “Everyone should stay inside, lock all doors and windows. Don’t answer the door after 7. Be safe and if you know anything, call the number on the screen.”

She walked away towards the SUB and furrowed her eyebrows when Hotch got out of the car hurriedly.

“Hotch— wait! Hotch, you gotta cool down!” She heard Derek’s voice from the other side.

She furrowed her brows and tilted her head to the side. “Dad, what’s wrong-“ He pushed past her and walked towards doors of the station.

Derek rushed past her too. “What the hell?” She whispered, following them.

“Hotch, just give the kid a damn second!” Derek called after him.

Their voice disappeared as they entered the station. Y/N’s eyes widened when she realized “the kid” was Spencer.

Inside, Spencer was drawing lines across the map of Massachusetts where the murders happened when he heard Derek yelling. Luckily, the place was clear of cops because they were in a small town and all eight cops were assigned to keep watch of a few people.

“Spencer Reid, get your ass here right now!” His voice boomed and all of the blood seemed to drain from his face. He whipped his head around in shock and turned away from the board nervously. “Mind telling me why I saw you go into my daughter’s room last night?” He asked, his hands placed on his hips.

Y/N walked up beside Morgan who had the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers. Her eyes desperately tried to connect to her boyfriend’s but the poor man was so scared he didn’t look anywhere but at Hotch. “I-I…uh…”

Hotch walked forward closer to him a little too quickly for Derek, Spencer and Y/N’s comfort. “You better give me a real good excuse and o don’t wanna hear what I’m thinking.” He shook his head, his voice low and intimidating.

Spencer didn’t say anything so Hotch all but lunged forward and Derek reached and grabbed his arms, pulling him back.

“Dad, stop!” Y/N cried.

Derek pulled him back more. “Come on, Hotch. Take a breath.”

“Let me go, Morgan.” He shook his head and shut his eyes.

The man shook his head too. “Not unless you can truthfully promise me that you won’t hit the kid.” He paused for a moment and when he didn’t get an answer, nodded. “Guess I’m not lettin’ you go then.”

Rossi walked into the building with JJ and Prentiss behind him, all of their faces contorting in confusion. “What the hell is this?” The man asked, holding his hands out.

Hotch didn’t spare a glance at them. “Reid’s messing around with my daughter.” He said.

Spencer shook his head. “I-I’m not messing around with her, I love her!” He blurted. The room was silent and it seemed to make Hotch even more mad.

He turned, ripping himself away from Morgan, pointing at his daughter. “Outside. Now.” He walked past her and towards the doors, pushing Rossi’s hand away when he tried to reach for his shoulder.

Y/N looked around at everyone, holding eye contact a little longer with Spencer before sighing and turning to leave the station.

When she got outside, her father was there with his arms crossed and a stone angry look on his face.

“Dad—“

“You are not to see him in a romantic way ever. Or I will fire you from this job.” He saw how her eyes softened and tears filled them.

She shook her head. “Do you think— I mea do you think I’m just messing around, dad?”

“Yes, I do. Y/N, It’s wreckless and unprofessional.” He nodded.

Y/N squinted. “You think so little of me? That I would let him play me like some game?”

“You are a child, Y/N—“

“I am a grown ass woman and I’ll see whoever I want to see.” She stopped him.

“He’s almost 10 years older than you!” Hotch scoffed.

She groaned and covered her face. “We are both mature adults. I don’t think it’s that much of a problem, dad.”

He stopped moving and looked at her. “I mean It, Y/N. Stop seeing him or I will fire you.”

Y/N have him a challenging look. “Do you want my badge now, then?” She raised her eyebrows and stuck her hand on her hip.

Hotch seethed. His daughter was just like him and it sucked.

“Get back to work for now but it’s mine when we get back to Quantico, understand?”

She shook her head with a roll of her eyes and pushed past him.

“And I don’t want you near him either!”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Case closed. And now they were on the way back. The entire jet was uncomfortably silent.

Y/N didn’t show it on the way back but she didn’t think that her father was bluffing anymore. They landed on the air strip and when everyone was off, her eyes filled with tears.

It was only her and her father left. She pulled her badge from her coat pocket and walked up to him, holding it out.

He looked at the badge for a moment and then at her. He sighed heavily and turned away from her, exiting the jet.

She raced after him. “So, what— you’re not firing me?” She called. He stopped and turned to her.

“Get Spencer and meet me in my office.”

He left her there, a billion possibilities racing through her head. Would he fire Spencer instead? Would he fire both of them?

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

“Spence!” Y/N whisper shouted as she walked behind him.

He flinched and turned. “H-hi.” He nodded. He hadn’t spoken to her since the day Hotch almost beat him up.

“Uh… my dad wants us in his office.” She nodded.

He nodded and visibly grew nervous. “I- okay.”

Y/N stopped him from walking and tilted her head. “Spencer, wait.” He looked down at her. “Don’t be… scared. I won’t let him do anything. And he won’t fire you. You’re too good at this.” She smiled, placing her hand in his.

He opened his mouth but then closed it before deciding that he was going to say something. “I-is there any way we can hold hands until we get to Hotch’s office?”

She tilted her head to the side and didn’t respond, she only squeezed his hand tighter.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N, for Spencer’s safety not for her comfort, net go of him when they reached her father’s office. And she walked in first. Spencer followed behind her, his nervous stare causing him to move quicker and knock over a file that was on the little table near the door.

Y/N saw Rossi standing in the corner. She furrowed her brows and tilted her head.

She looked back at Spencer before looking at her dad who still looked very angry. They stood side by side and in silence until Hotch spoke.

“Sit.” He pointed at the two chairs in front of the desk. Spencer almost immediately fell into the chair, Y/N slowly sat down in the other one.

They were enveloped in silence once again. Hotch sighed and looked down at his desk. “Listen,” He started. Y/N bit her lip. “I do not approve of your… relationship in any way.” He shook his head. “But, I can’t afford to lose either of you. This job needs you.”

Rossi shook his head. “This team needs you.” He crossed his arms.

Spencer and Y/N looked at each other. “I think your relationship is premature, unprofessional. I expect you to at least think about a break up for the good of the team.” He nodded. Y/N looked down at her lap. “Y/N, you may go.”

“But-“

“Now, Y/N.”

She looked at Rossi who nodded his head comfortingly, telling her silently that Reid would be okay.

She got up from the chair and took one last look at her boyfriend before leaving.

She decided she would go home because there was no way her father’s little talk wouldn’t take more than and hour.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N paced in her kitchen, worried for her boyfriend’s well being. She hadn’t heard from him in two hours.

She had changed from her work clothes into a shirt that belonged to Spencer and a pair of pajama pants. She had also cooked because she knew Spencer would not have eaten between the time he left the BAU and when he got to her apartment.

She heard the familiar knocks at her door and rushed to it. She flung it open and there stood her boyfriend who looked sad. Y/N pulled him inside and wrapped her arms around him wordlessly. He leaned down to bury his head in the crook of her neck.

“Are you hungry?” She whispered, her nails lightly gliding over his upper back. He shook his head. “Do you want to go talk?”

He nodded and she pulled away from him, keeping her hand in his. She walked with him to her bedroom.

He climbed up on the bed first, his back pressing against the headboard. Y/N began to sit down next to him but he pulled her over his lap, hands settling on her thighs. “Spence…” She brushed a piece of hair out of his face.

“He Uh…” He cleared his throat. “He told me that he wanted me to break up with you. And then when I told him that I couldn’t do that, he told me not to hurt you or he would ruin my life.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side and rubbed his cheek bones with her thumbs. “I know you’d never hurt me Spence.” She shook her head.

He smiled and leaned in a bit. She kissed his lips slowly. “I don’t care that he doesn’t want us to be together.” She shook her head.

“Me either.” He nodded, trying to catch her lips again. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands found her hips.

Their kiss deepened and his hands guided her body back and forth over his lap. A little noise came up from her throat and she accidentally bit his lip. She pulled away when he hissed and giggled quietly. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He let out a deep chuckle, squeezing her hips. “Bite me as much as you want. You know I love your mouth.” He whispered in her ear seductively. Y/N’s eyes all but rolled into the back of her head.

She whined and leaned back in, his tongue entering her mouth almost immediately. She absolutely loved his kisses. He always tasted like peppermints and chocolate.

His hands moved her back and forth again, she tried to ignore the feeling of his hardness underneath her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.

Desperation to just be close to each other enveloped them. When they broke away for just a second, his name left her mouth breathlessly. It wasn’t to get his attention, it was to tell him that she was scared. She had been scared of losing him.

They felt closer than ever before, both of them on fire for the other. They had no care I. The world of who approved of them or not.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Helloooooo i hope you enjoyed this! If it’s not how you expected I will happily rewrite it to the best of my ability!

I tried to add some flashback scenes to make it longer. Also, I made Hotch really mean bc I didn’t know how else to write him but I love him so much!!

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[mccdreamys-writes]

smiles for miles – 6. ain't like home

burn the bridges in our town till the point where we drown, as it all comes down. - Dotan, Home

S E P T E M B E R   1 7 T H   2 0 1 1

Coming back to Kansas City stirred up a storm of feelings inside me, pulling memories from the depths where they'd been hiding for so long. Walking down those streets again, it felt like a tug-of-war between wanting to be here and wishing I were anywhere else.

It had been ages since I'd been in this city, and part of me questioned if I even wanted to be back. But duty called, reminding me why I'd returned—Maile needed me, and that was reason enough.

"Alex."

The sound of my name, spoken with such gravity, cut through the air, snapping me back to reality. I turned to see my brother coming towards me, a reminder of the family ties that bind us, whether we liked it or not.

Inhaling deeply to steady my nerves, I acknowledged him with a nod, my greeting carrying a mix of composure and underlying tension. "Scott," I said, my tone carefully neutral, though hints of apprehension lingered beneath the surface.

Despite the warmth of the sun casting its golden glow over the city streets, an intangible chill seemed to permeate the air, casting a shadow over our interaction.

His question hung between us, weighted with skepticism and perhaps a touch of judgment. "What brings you back here?" he queried, his voice betraying a hint of doubt.

Meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve, I made my intentions clear. "I'm here for Maile," I asserted firmly, my words leaving no room for misinterpretation.

An incredulous scoff escaped him, accompanied by a dismissive roll of his eyes. "You're kidding, right?" he retorted, frustration lacing his voice. "I thought you were done with all of that, you finally moved on."

Though his words stung, I refused to let them shake my determination. "Maile's gone missing, Scott," I explained, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily in my tone. "I couldn't just ignore that."

His uncertainty was clear, etched in the lines of his face and the cautious tone in his voice. "I thought you and her weren't on speaking terms," he remarked, his curiosity evident.

I met his gaze squarely, my determination unwavering despite the skepticism in his eyes. "There's more to it than that," I replied, my voice steady.

His skepticism persisted as he leaned forward, pressing for more information. "How can you be so sure she's missing?" he probed further.

In response, I reached across the table, laying out the collection of poems in front of him. His brow furrowed as he examined the pages, his skepticism growing. "What's the deal with these?" he questioned, his tone tinged with suspicion.

"Poems," I stated plainly, my voice calm but resolute. Despite his doubts, I knew these verses held the key to understanding Maile's disappearance, and I was determined to make him understand their significance. "She wrote them."

He delicately lifted the first poem from the table, his fingers moving with a mix of caution and curiosity, as though each line held a hidden message waiting to be deciphered. With furrowed brows, he scanned the verses, his gaze lingering on certain words, perhaps searching for clues that eluded even the most discerning eye.

After a moment, he set the first poem down and reached for the second, his demeanor shifting to one of deeper concentration. His eyes darted across the page, absorbing each word with intent scrutiny, as if trying to unravel the secrets woven within the lines. Finally, with a thoughtful exhale, he placed the second poem beside the first, his expression a blend of contemplation and skepticism.

Turning his attention back to me, he voiced his doubts, his tone tinged with uncertainty. "What makes you so certain she wrote these?" he questioned, his skepticism challenging the notion that these poems were Maile's handiwork.

I felt a pang of frustration at my inability to provide concrete evidence, my conviction resting solely on intuition and the haunting familiarity of Maile's writing style. How could I convey the depth of my certainty when I lacked tangible proof?

Sensing my inner turmoil, Hotch interjected with a calm authority, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Let me point something out," he began, his tone measured yet authoritative. "In the first poem, the word 'Smiles' is capitalized and circled in what we believe to be her blood. And as you might know, your sister used to call her-"

My brother's expression softened slightly as Hotch's words sank in, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. "Smiles," he echoed, the word carrying a weight of memories and shared experiences. Yet, despite this moment of recognition, skepticism still lingered as he voiced his doubts. "You know, Alex, this is a stretch to say the least. We need more than just circumstantial evidence to make such claims."

With determination in my voice, I faced him squarely, my patience wearing thin like an old rug. "You don't need to help us, Scott," I shot back, frustration seeping into my tone. "We've been given a place on your turf. If you want to join our investigation, feel free to do so. If you don't, stay the hell out of my way."

Turning sharply on my heel, I exited the room, leaving behind a lingering cloud of tension thicker than molasses. Despite my departure, the echo of conversation between my brother and my team members still reached my ears.

Morgan's words hung in the air like a gentle breeze, a reminder of the seriousness of the situation. "This means a great deal to her," his voice carried, tinged with concern. "You might want to take it seriously."

But my brother's response sliced through the atmosphere like a sharp knife, his tone rigid and unwavering. "I can't," he snapped back tersely. "I can't take anything seriously that has to do with that Crane girl. Alex's always been crazy about that girl, something I never understood. That girl is insane, and makes Alex look like a pedophile. I... Alex can't think straight when it comes to that girl."

As his words sank into my thoughts, a mix of frustration and disbelief bubbled up within me. How could he casually dismiss the seriousness of our situation, shrugging off the urgency of our investigation like it was nothing? But it was clear that changing his mind wouldn't be easy.

"Is it really that hard to ease her mind?" Hotch's question hung in the air like a heavy fog, casting a palpable tension over the room as everyone waited for my brother's response. When he stayed quiet, Hotch pushed forward, his voice steady but firm.

"If you don't trust Blake," Hotch started, his words deliberate, "that's okay. But then help us by proving that Maile Crane has nothing to do with this. We need to know everything about her. And everything about her connection with your sister."

As I observed him from behind the partially open blinds of the office, I could sense the weight of his frustration in the way his hands grasped at his hair. His voice, tinged with a mix of nostalgia and unease, filled the room as he began to recount memories from our past.

"We used to live right across from the Crane family," he started, his voice taking on a reflective tone. "There was Everett Crane, Josephine, and Maile. They were always a bit peculiar." His words hung in the air, carrying a mix of uncertainty and intrigue.

"He was a friendly guy, everyone in the neighborhood loved him," he continued, a hint of fondness creeping into his voice. "Josephine kept to herself mostly, didn't socialize much. Alex, though, she really took a shine to her. I think Alex was probably the only person Josephine ever really talked to around here."

Listening to his memories, I couldn't help but reflect on my own experiences with our former neighbors. Josephine held a special place in my heart; she was like a second mother to me. Despite the description, I remembered her as gentle and nurturing, always there with a kind word or a story to share. She had taught me how to read, passing on a gift that I later shared with her daughter, Maile.

As he delved further into his memories, each word seemed to stir up a whirlwind of emotions inside me. His voice, lacking any emotion, cut through the air, yet his words sparked a fiery anger within me.

"I guess I never really got to know her," he continued, his tone distant. "But she... she was always just wandering around, observing everything. And whenever someone tried to talk to her, she'd bolt and run away." His words painted a picture of Maile, but it clashed with the lively, spirited girl I remembered.

"Nobody really got close to her, except for Alex," he added. At the mention of my name, a flood of memories rushed back—times spent with Maile, secrets shared under the moonlight.

"My sister was crazy about that girl, more than she was about her own family," he admitted, bitterness dripping from his words. "She'd make decisions, big ones, based on what would be good for Maile." His revelation filled the room, highlighting the sacrifices made for love.

"People in the neighborhood thought she was obsessed with that girl. They wondered if she'd had a 'thing' for Maile," he continued, his tone heavy with resentment. "They started to keep a distance. It really put a strain on our family." The weight of his confession lingered, casting a shadow over our past.

Leaving the building, weighed down by my brother's revelations, I sought refuge in the calmness of the precinct's benches outside. The breeze offered a soothing touch against my skin, a brief respite from the storm raging within.

Soon, my team joined me, their presence a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my mind. Morgan's question broke the silence, delving straight to the heart of the matter.

"Did Maile always have to watch out for people?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded, memories of the Crane household flooding back vividly. "Yeah, he beat that into her. Same with Josephine," I confessed, the gravity of my words hanging in the air. "They lived in constant fear of everyone."

Anxiety gripped me tightly as I spoke, a sense of urgency pushing my words forward. "I want to make something clear. I wasn't in love with Maile. I loved- still love her, but I promise..."

Hotch's hand gently rested on my shoulder, offering a momentary sense of reassurance. His eyes conveyed understanding as he spoke softly. "We know, Blake," he reassured me, his voice a comforting presence in the midst of my turmoil. "But we also recognize that circumstances change."

I turned to him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. "What do you mean?" I inquired, my voice tinged with uncertainty and a hint of fear.

His expression softened, a mixture of sympathy and resolve evident in his gaze. "What I mean is, Maile holds a special place in your heart," he explained gently but firmly. "No matter how much time passes or how hard you try to deny it, she's deeply ingrained in your soul. The way you talk about her, the way you care for her—you have given her your heart and you're not gonna get it back. Blake. And that's something you can't change. She is the love of your life."

His words struck a chord deep inside me, reminding me of something I had tried to ignore. Thinking back on my life, I couldn't deny the strong feelings I always had for Maile. No matter what, she was the most important person to me.

I tried to find happiness with other people, getting into relationships and even getting married. But nothing compared to what I felt for Maile. Even when she wasn't around, I couldn't forget about her. She was always on my mind, guiding me like a bright light in the dark.

In my life story, Maile was like the string that held everything together. Even though I tried to move on, she was always there, shaping my decisions and influencing my path.

With a heavy heart, I accepted the undeniable truth: Maile was more than just a friend; she was the love of my life, the one who held the key to my heart, even when she was absent from it.

"So where are we going next?" Morgan asked.

Raising my gaze to meet Morgan's inquisitive eyes, I felt a surge of determination coursing through me, mingling with the memories that flooded my mind. "We're going to 'the house across the street'."

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[icarusignite]

The Darkest Hour Before Dawn | Ch.2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC! Althea Devereaux  

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Word Count: 3.6k

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"Nicholas Darcy has been missing for 19 hours now and it is vital that we locate him in the first 24," Agent Gideon stood in front of the room filled with members of local law enforcement as the BAU team delivered the profile.

"The unknown subject appears to be a methodical and organized individual who carefully selects his victims. His victimology suggests a preference for distinguished children, potentially those who have been given recognition for some task recently. He also demonstrates a high level of control during abductions, leaving little to no evidence behind and striking during times when he knows there won't be many people around," Agent Hotchner added.

"He is likely a white male, between the ages of 30 and 45. He drives a black van, and uses a ruse of some sort to lure his victims and gain their trust. He may ask them for their assistance and that's how he gets them in the van. He possesses above-average intelligence, as evidenced by his calculated methods and ability to avoid detection thus far. He has a menial job or he may be unemployed, allowing him plenty of time to observe the victims' routines and figure out when to strike when they're most vulnerable," Morgan outlined more key aspects of the profile.

Althea straightened from where she was slouching in the back of the room, trying her best to keep her eyes open. Most of the profile was similar to what she and Rebecca had predicted. The age of the unsub, his work habits, and his psychological motivations, but the mention of the van jolted her awake.

"Wait black van? You've identified his vehicle?" Rebecca blurted, shocked as well.

"Yes, Agent Fittes. We have a witness that places it on the crime scene around the time of Nicholas's abduction," Agent Hotchner's voice was firm.

Once his attention had returned to the profile, Rebecca looked at Althea with wide eyes.

"Has the van made an appearance at the other abduction sites?" Althea asked.

"Well, we did revisit some of the other witnesses in your files, and asked them if they recalled a black van," Elle nodded at her.

"And did they?"

"A few of them. A couple walking their dog near where Alicia Ramirez was taken, said they saw a dark vehicle of some sort. It was growing dark so it was hard to see properly but a few other's recalled similar things."

"I see."

"This is not his first abduction and we know that experienced predators don't hunt close to home so he may not live or keep his victims in the same vicinity as the locations of the abductions," Elle continued.

Agent Hotchner jumped back in, "He may have had a recent stressor, a loss of a job or a loved one, and this would have happened around the time of the first abduction. He is a socially marginalized individual who relates better to kids than adults and he may have a history of criminal behaviour."

One member of the audience, an Officer Siggins, raised his hand, "Would this type of perpetrator have come into contact with us? Don't they like to involve themselves with the investigation, find out what we know?"

Spencer shook his head, "No, not him. He will not inject himself into the investigation. He has not contacted law enforcement during any of his past abductions and he will not do so this time either."

"Yes, he has tried his best to ensure he had no witnesses, based on the timings of the abductions, but he doesn't know if there's any information about him out there. He doesn't know about our witnesses. But he will be watching the news and if he feels like we're closing in on him, he might kill Nicholas to avoid detection," Morgan clarified.

Another member of the audience raised a question, "Since the bodies of the previous children have not been found yet, do you think there's any possibility that they're still alive?'

The entire room went silent for the next few moments, the grim reality of the case apparent on everyone's faces.

"Our main focus right now is finding Nicholas," Agent Gideon managed solemnly.

"And have you figured out the significance of the black balloons found at each abduction site?"

"It's part of his signature and ruse. He likely uses them to attract the children," Morgan answered.

"It's crucial to focus on identifying any individuals who exhibit behaviours or traits that align with the profile, paying close attention to those with access to or a history of interacting with the targeted demographic. We will continue canvassing relevant neighbourhoods and all parents have been warned to keep their children under constant supervision until this unsub is apprehended," Agent Hotchner concluded. "Good luck."

As the BAU team finished delivering their profile, the room slowly cleared out, everyone rushing to continue the investigation, leaving Althea feeling a mix of anticipation and exhaustion. She couldn't help but yawn as she looked around the room, taking in the empty chairs and scattered papers. The tension that had filled the air during the briefing seemed to dissipate, replaced by an eerie calmness.

Just as she was gathering her belongings and leaving the room, a knock echoed through the doorway. Startled, she turned her attention to the entrance, where a delivery boy stood holding a small package.

"Package for Agent Althea Devereaux," the young man announced.

Althea's brows furrowed in confusion as she approached him.

"That's me," she confirmed.

The delivery boy handed over the package, a small rectangular box wrapped in brown paper. Althea carefully took it, studying the handwritten label with her name on it. There was no return address on it and it was quite a hefty thing for something that small. She frowned. She wasn't expecting any packages.

"Thanks," she murmured. "Do you know who it's from?"

The delivery boy shrugged, "No idea. It just showed up in the mailroom with the rest of the mail."

Althea nodded, intrigue and caution swirling within her. She thanked the delivery boy once more, watching him leave the room before turning her attention back to the mysterious package. She hefted her files in one hand before carrying the package back to the conference room that she had set up, looking for something to open it with. After some hunting around, she spotted a pair of scissors which she used to slice through the several layers of clear tape that bound the package. The flaps fell away, revealing a white box. Althea eyed it suspiciously. Anonymous mail was a dangerous thing, especially one sent to a federal agent. She held it up to her ear and shook it, hearing several objects roll around inside with a dull thud.

Well, at least it wasn't anthrax.

She lifted the lid and immediately inhaled sharply, coughing right after as her senses were assaulted by the sickening scent of decay. The odour of death and decomposition clouded the air as Althea's lip curled in horror at the grotesque nature of the contents. Eight severed fingers lay in the box. Their stature was small, their owners unmistakably young. Despite her earlier shaking, they lay neatly in a row, each bearing the unmistakable signs of violence and separation from their owners. Discoloration had set in, the skin mottled with shades of sickly pallor and bruised hues. They all appeared to be in different stages of decay. Some showed signs of recent amputation, the flesh still retaining a touch of moisture and elasticity, while others had undergone a more advanced decomposition, their skin sagging and discoloured.

There was a note as well, written on lined paper in a messy scrawl.

Hurry up!

Her eyes widened as she read the words, each letter carrying an unnerving weight

"Everything alright Agent Devereaux, you look a little spooked?" Morgan's voice echoed in her ears as she blinked rapidly to refocus.

Althea waved the note in the air with a grimace, "What's that you said about the unsub not involving himself with the investigation?"

"Did he contact the tip line?"

"Nope, looks like he's decided to get real up close and personal this time."

"What's in the box?" Agent Hotchner had entered too, along with the rest of the team.

Althea's voice wavered as she managed to speak, her eyes fixed on the severed fingers, "It's... uh... fingers of the missing children I think. Eight fingers... one for each child."

Elle gasped, a mix of horror and disbelief etched on her face and Morgan's eyes hardened, anger seeping into his voice.

"This sicko is toying with us," he muttered furiously.

"The unsub is sending us a message. He wants us to know that he has the power," Spencer chimed in.

"The package was addressed to me," Althea mumbled. "It has my name on it."

Agent Hotchner raised an eyebrow, "The message is intended for you then. Go back and look through your canvass records. It is almost certain that you were the one who came into contact with him during your initial investigations."

"Yes, sir."

"May I?" Spencer reached for the box in Althea's hand and she wordlessly handed it to him. "We should send this in for DNA. See, the unsub has meticulously cleaned under each fingernail but there still might be some sort of evidence he left behind."

He grabbed a tissue and carefully lifted one of the fingers, showing it to the room.

"Look at how the nail on this one is partially ripped out," he pointed out.

"I'd rather not?" Althea shuddered.

Elle hummed thoughtfully, "Couldn't that just have fallen off because of the decay?"

"It is unlikely. It is a sign of a struggle. The rest of the appendages also have similar defensive wounds. Their presence indicates that the fingers were amputated post-mortem."

Sure enough, the bruises and abrasions hinted at a struggle, the remnants of a desperate attempt to cling to life. Althea felt sick.

"I'll send them out and see what we get."

"Althea, Mrs. Darcy is here to see you," Rebecca popped her head in at the door, her gaze curious as she watched everyone's grim expressions.

"Mrs. Darcy? The missing kid's mother, we just spoke to her this morning. Are you going to tell her about..." Morgan gestured to the macabre contents of the box.

Agent Hotchner shook his head immediately, "Absolutely not."

"Tell her about what?" Rebecca interjected.

"No, of course not, sir. And besides, Nicholas's finger isn't in the box so perhaps we might hope that he is still alive," Althea responded quickly.

"Well, we actually don't know who any of the fingers belong to yet. One of them could very well be Nicholas's," Spencer interrupted and Althea stifled the urge to scowl at him, reminding herself that he was only speaking the truth. She just didn't want it to be the truth.

"What does the note say?" Elle asked.

Althea's lips twisted as she handed it to her, "He said to hurry up. Why would he say that unless Nicholas is alive...and we're running out of time to save him. He's taunting us."

Elle nodded, "I don't get why he's taunting you specifically though. What was he thinking, addressing it to you? Does this unsub want to get caught?"

"Or maybe he thinks he won't with the amount of information he has given us," Agent Gideon wondered aloud. "This new development suggests that the unsub is showing signs of narcissistic behaviour."

Spencer gave the box back to Althea, which she then handed off to Rebecca after it had been passed around to the other team members for a closer look.

"Could you give this to the M.E, please? Say it's urgent."

"This is..." Rebecca paled as she followed Althea down to the main lobby. "Don't tell me..."

Althea's shoulders slumped, "Two years of working this job and you'd think it'd get any easier, but nope. Every time, despite all the statistics and facts, you think there is a chance. That we'll find them alive. That the world isn't as cruel as it appears to be. Then a bastard like this proves you wrong and there is nothing you can do about it."

"No more grim thoughts, love. We'll find him, count on it. And blaming yourself isn't going to change anything. You did the best you could."

"But I could have done more. We should've called the BAU in earlier. Agent Hotchner was right. It shouldn't have taken us 9 kids, when it was clear that we weren't making any progress with the first few abductions!"

"Maybe. But there's no reason for you to beat yourself up over it. That was Agent Reynolds's call to make and there was nothing you could have done about it."

Althea pressed her fingers to her temple where she could feel a headache building, "Yeah, but I could've tried harder to convince him."

"You're the one who convinced him this time. Let it go Althea and focus."

Rebecca pointed toward a frazzled-looking woman, who was pacing the lobby anxiously, her face etched with worry and desperation. Althea nodded to her friend in farewell and hurried toward Nicholas's mother, heart aching for her, knowing that every passing moment without answers only intensified her anguish. Mrs. Darcy's hands trembled as she clutched several tissues, her tear-stained eyes scanning the room with a mixture of hope and frustration.

Gently, Althea approached the distraught woman, her voice filled with empathy, "Mrs. Darcy, I'm Agent Althea Devereaux. You were asking for me."

Mrs. Darcy clutched at Althea's hands fervently, "You. Yes, you. You're leading the investigation, aren't you? You were investigating the previous kidnappings too?"

"Yes, please rest assured that our entire team is doing our absolute best to find your son. I understand how difficult this must be for you."

"Please, Agent, you have to find my son. He's just a little boy. I can't bear not knowing where he is or if he's safe," the woman's voice cracked as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

Althea nodded, her voice resolute, "I promise you, we're doing everything we can to find him. We won't rest until we know what happened to him."

"If you're really doing everything, then why haven't you found him yet?" her voice rose shrilly. "And what about the other kids? Why weren't you able to find them."

"I understand your concerns, but we have another team working with us this time and they are very skilled at dealing with cases like this. With their help, I am certain we will be able to give you some concrete answers."

"But... but what if it's too late? What if he's... gone?" her hand tightened in Althea's as she hiccuped, her sobs growing more hysterical.

Althea guided Mrs. Anderson to a nearby seating area, offering her a glass of water to help calm her nerves, "Please have hope, and know that we're here for you every step of the way."

"You...you'll find him, won't you? Promise me that you'll find him. He's all I have. Please, please, please."

"I promise that we'll do everything we possibly can."

As they sat together, Althea made inquiries and listened intently, gathering any additional details that could aid in the search for Nicholas. She assured Mrs. Darcy that every lead would be pursued diligently, every avenue explored in their tireless pursuit of answers.

"He's a good boy. He knows not to talk to strangers. I cannot imagine who he would speak to or go with on his way home," his mother explained tearfully.

"I understand, but if there is anyone you can think of who fits the profile I've just given you, who Nicholas may trust enough to go off with. A family member, a teacher, an instructor, anyone?"

"No. Not like this. He's supposed to call me if he gets a ride with someone else. He was walking home yesterday. He even called me to say that he was almost home. Who would take my baby?"

"I'm sorry you have to go through this, and thank you for being brave enough to answer our questions. Can I get you anything else, a drink or something?"

Mrs. Darcy shook her head balefully, "Just find my boy. Please, please find my boy for me."

Suddenly, Rebecca rushed in, breathless. Her eyes flickered to the desolate mother and she beckoned Althea with a jerk of her head.

"Agent Devereaux, there's a message on the tipline. You're needed upstairs."

Mrs. Darcy's eyes widened, "Have they found him? Have they found my son? Oh, tell me he's alive!"

"We're doing our best Ma'am, but for now it's just a lead," Rebecca responded.

Althea squeezed Mrs. Darcy's hand reassuringly one last time before following Rebecca back to the BAU.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"So the profile said that the unsub wouldn't involve himself with the investigation right?"

"Right?"

"And he hasn't so far..."

"With the exception of the fingers? Rebecca, I'm not sure I follow..."

"Let's just forget about the fingers for a second," Rebecca's lip curled with revulsion at the horrific act.

"I'm not sure we should be ignoring them, they seem pretty vital."

"No see, so after they released the profile to the press, we received a call, a David Grimes from one of the neighbourhoods we've already canvassed. He says he has a neighbour who fits the description."

"He does?"

"Yep, creepy black van and all. And what's more, I checked against our canvass records and said neighbour didn't answer the door when we first visited that street."

"Huh? Interesting, I assume we're going to go speak to this caller and his neighbour then?"

"Agents Greenaway and Morgan are there right now, we're to join them immediately."

The atmosphere was thick with tension when they arrived, everyone wearing identical frowns.

"Apologies if we caused any delay Agents," Rebecca mumbled.

Elle shot her a reassuring look, "Not to worry Agent Fittes, we only just got here ourselves."

"So...uh what's the matter?"

"We knocked on the door and no one's answering," Morgan grumbled.

"Mr. Grimes, the tipline caller, lives on the other end of the street, and he says that the unsub should definitely be home. His car's in the driveway too," Elle added.

"His car...the black van?" Althea questioned.

Elle nodded.

Althea frowned, "Do we have a name for the possible unsub?"

"His house is registered under Albert Simons," Morgan replied.

"Break down the door," Agent Gideon declared.

Rebecca gaped at him, "We...we don't have probable cause, sir. We'd need a warrant."

"He fits the profile," Morgan pointed out. "He's got the car, he recently lost his job, which could be the stressor, and it allows him plenty of free time. He frequented parks and he's avoiding law enforcement."

"None of that is evidence though."

"It is a witness testimony, Agent Fittes. Are you willing to sacrifice the kid's life for this?" Agent Gideon snapped.

"But, sir..."

"The longer we stand around her and wait, the longer he has to get rid of Nicholas and any other evidence."

Rebecca sighed and pulled out her phone, "I'll call a judge. The evidence won't be admissible if we go in without a warrant."

"What else are we supposed to do, Agent Fittes, we don't have much choice here," Agent Hotchner tapped his foot impatiently.

Althea's eyes wandered down the street where she spotted a balding middle-aged man on the opposite end, leaning against his fence, watching them with keen interest. No one else seemed to notice him, everyone too busy debating on the best way to apprehend the unsub, Albert Simons.

She nudged Spencer who had been standing there silently the whole time, "Hey, is that our caller, Mr. Grimes?"

Spencer looked at her, startled, "Yeah...why?"

Althea shook her head, "I think I'm going to go speak to him. Figure out if there's anything else he can tell us."

"Sure...uh...do you need me to go with you, Agent Devereaux?"

"Nah, you're probably needed here, Dr. Reid. And besides, I think I can handle questioning one guy," Althea patted the holstered gun at her waist. "Just let Rebecca—Agent Fittes, know when she's done with her phone call. And anyone else, in case they wonder where I've gone. Shouldn't take too long though."

Althea made her way toward David Grimes's house, jogging slightly to cover the distance faster. When he saw her coming, he moved toward the back of the house, slipping down one of the side lanes that presumably led to his backyard. Althea followed him, her footsteps slow and careful.

"Sir, I'm Agent Althea Devereaux from the FBI. I was wondering if you'd have a minute to answer a few questions," she called out.

"The FBI was already here to ask questions," a man's voice grumbled back.

"Right, I apologize for the inconvenience sir, but it'd really helpful."

"You said you were Agent Devereaux weren't you."

"Yes."

"Alright then, I'm back here, you can come on around. I won't have your questions interrupt my yard work."

Althea frowned. He didn't seem to be this busy moments ago when he was watching them from afar like a hawk. She threw a look down the street toward the others. Rebecca was arguing with someone on the phone and the BAU team was chasing Agent Gideon down the driveway as he ran toward Albert Simons's home. The hairs at the back of her neck stood on end, a primal warning that sent a shiver down her spine. Something was amiss, but she couldn't afford to hesitate, not when a child's life was at stake and she had already failed so many others. With one hand hovering over her gun, she stepped into the backyard, the main street disappearing from view as she did so, hidden by shrubbery and vegetation.

"Mr. Grimes," she called out again, but there was no response.

Her gaze darted around, scanning the area for the man, but he was nowhere to be seen. Althea's pulse quickened, a gnawing sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.

Suddenly, a sharp impact struck the back of her head, causing her to stumble forward. Pain seared through her skull, and then everything went black.

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[tessatales]

The Ressurection of Love: Chapter Four (Spencer Reid x Original Female Character)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Original Female Character

Themes: Mention of therapy! Mention of trauma but not much Warnings: Alcohol is consumed. Apart from that no other warnings

A/N: Hey, so this chapters a longer one, but my creative juices are finally flowing properly so that a good thing really. please leave a comment if you enjoy and remember i do post this fic on AO3 too if you prefer that format! it's all under the same name on there! Enjoy! Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5 - - - - - - - - - 9:50am Dr Daniel Whiting: Video call in ten minutes.

The text was always the same and never a minute late. These factors made Spencer often wondered if it was an automatic text.

9:52am Reid:Okay

Texting a quick reply, Spencer got out of bed, swapping out his baggy T-shirt and sweatpants for his usual work pants, shirt and cardigan. He was just about to throw on his tie when he remembered he was off duty and quickly discarded it.

The coffee maker had just finished it loud rumbling when the beeping started on Spencer's laptop. Reaching for it he placed the wretched device on his kitchen counter and pressed enter, accepting the call.

"One of these days you'll answer the call with a happier expression Dr Reid." Dr Whiting said, his face appearing on the screen.

Dr Whiting was around 60, with thick black rimmed glasses and pure white hair combed into a neat almost Grease Lightning style. Although he gave off a very strict aura; Spencer had learned in his 4 year of him being his therapist that the old man did enjoy a joke.

Spencer has thought several times over the years that if they weren't therapist and patient, theys of made good friends.

"I'm sorry, Dr Whiting. I just don't like this stupid computer" Spencer replied, remembering the day he was given the devil contraption.

"I'm aware. This is how we start every session Spencer. But we can tackle your supposed technophobia another day. How are you?" Dr whiting continued, a small smile sitting on his wrinkled lips.

"I'm alright." Spencer replied automatically then cursed under his breath as Dr Whiting wrote something down.

"Strike one to me Dr Reid" Whiting continued, looking expectantly through the screen.

"I am okay. Its been 2 months since my last serious panic attack and i am 4 years and 237 days still sober." Spencer corrected, scolding himself for forgetting how he's meant to answer as he poured himself a coffee.

When Spencer has first started therapy, he'd been in a mess. Struggling with the craving to relapse along with the crushing grief over the loss of his girlfriend Maeve, Aaron had put him on leave with strict instructions to go to Dr Whiting. After a few weeks of therapy, Whiting had implemented this routine. During their sessions, he'd ask Spencer how he was. Spencer was then to reply with how long he had been sober and how long since his last mental health dip as a way to remind him how far he'd come. For the most part it worked, even if he tended to forget the routine.

"Good to hear. Now, anything to report?"

Spencer nodded, placing his mug down and reaching for his notebook.

"I have a new teammate, her names Alyssa" Spencer said, reading the first part of the note he'd left for himself. Dr Whiting knew Spencer didn't need the notebook to remember, but he'd insisted writing things down were good for his mental wellbeing as well as his memory.

"I see, and why do you think you need to bring this up today?" Whiting asked, scribbling something down.

"Two reasons actually. Reason one is she is also my new neighbour. So I wanted to run past you the home/work life dynamic that may affect. The second thing is actually something she said" Spencer replied, shutting the book in his hand and replacing it with his coffee.

"What was it she said?" Whiting asked matter of factly, cocking his head to one side as he listened intently.

"Well she asked me if we could meet up outside of work today if her plans fell through. I agreed but it made me realised that this is the first time I've been invited out by a team member that's not on my therapy plan"

"I see. So Emily is still your designated 'buddy'?" Dr Whiting asked, referring to the buddy system they'd put in place to help Spencer leave his apartment during his grief management.

"Yeah she is, and Derek is still my Sobriety sponsor" Spencer added, watching as his therapist seemed to ponder that information.

"And how does that make you feel Spencer? The fact they're still rather tangled in your recovery?" Dr Whiting asked finally, putting down his pen and clasping his hands together.

"I'm fine with them being there for me. Really I am. It's just when Alyssa asked me to go out with her today it made me realise that that was the first time someone who isn't part of my recovery has asked."

"And how did that realisation make you feel?"

"Like they were only asking me because they have too. As if its a chore they need to complete. Penelope and JJ will ask me to come for a drink after work, sure, but I've never had them text me on our days off asking to do anything." Spencer admitted, feeling the words slice at him. Dr Whiting picked up his pen again.

"Thank you for you honesty Spencer, because of this new development, I'll be informing your team leader that I'll be cancelling your buddy system. Derek will still be your Sponsor as that's nothing to do with me. But I can tell from these feeling that the buddy tactic has served its purpose and if carried on may actually begin to work against you." Dr Whiting said, writing rapidly as he spoke.

"May I ask how you got to that conclusion?" Spencer wondered aloud, watching the laptop screen as his therapist finished writing.

"Putting it plainly you think they're only spending time with you outside of work because I've told them too. Therefore taking away the command will help you recognise that they are spending time with you because they want to. Not because of any orders." Whiting continued, looking so directly into the camera Spencer could almost feel the eye contact.

"Do you think that will help?" Spencer asked, tightening the grip on his coffee mug.

"if we've caught these intrusive thoughts early enough, yes it should."

"And what about Alyssa?" Spencer asked, bringing the conversation back to the first topic. Dr Whiting steepled his fingers in front of his face as he thought.

"You've began to have intrusive thoughts about your friends and teammates and their motives behind spending time with you outside of work. Therefore Miss Alyssa may be your saving grace here Spencer. As she has no idea of your past, you'll be able to build a tauma free friendship with her that cannot be tainted by your thoughts" Dr Whiting said with an air of authority only therapists seem to possess.

Spencer took a moment to process this, allowing himself to take in all the variables before speaking.

"I understand. I can't assumes she's hanging out with me out of pity if she doesn't think I need to be pitied" Spencer said, watching as his therapist nodded enthusiastically on the screen.

"Exactly. Anyway, I see you're clock watching so I shall let you go. I shall text you with our next scheduled call time. And I'll be expecting a run down of you time out with Alyssa." Dr Whiting concluded, shaking his finger at the camera again as if to say 'Or else!" before abruptly ending the call.

Spencer had just placed the laptop back in its place on the table when her heard the doorbell go, the gothic ringing sounding through his apartment.

"One second!" Spencer shouted, throwing the remains of his now half drunk coffee before grabbing his keys and coat and racing towards the door.

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[eddies-puppet]

Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

Chapter 27: Epilogue

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and a bit more fluff 💕

Word count: 965

Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | THE END

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"It's a good job this wedding is happening today and not in a weeks time, or you'd have had to find another dress," Gemma laughed as she fastened the last button on the back of Becca's dress. "You need to tell this baby to stop growing!"

"Oh, come on," Penelope grinned. "Chubby babies are the cutest! I'm going to feed you cake every day until baby Reid enters the world."

Becca laughed, running her hands down the front of her dress, her fingers smoothing gently over the delicate white lace that covered her stomach. Gemma was right, her bump had really started to pop now, and with five months left to go it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Pretty much the minute she'd joined the BAU on a permanent basis, Emily had made it clear that she could travel with the team, but under no circumstances was she allowed to go out on arrests. That suited her fine, as she certainly wasn't in any shape to be chasing after unsubs!

There was a soft knock on the door, and she turned just in time to see Emily's head pop around it.

"Is it safe to bring you some visitors?" She asked, Becca nodding excitedly in response. "Dave will be up to get you any minute, but these guys wanted to come say hi before you take your final walk," Emily laughed.

"You make it sound like I'm going to my death," Gemma laughed as Derek, Luke and Hotch filed into the room. "Hey!"

"Wow," Derek muttered as he took a step towards her. "I think for the first time ever, we might be about to see pretty boy speechless! You look beautiful," he told her, kissing her gently on the cheek.

"Thank you," Becca smiled shyly. "Is he ok?" Derek nodded.

"Much calmer than I was at my wedding," he laughed. "How about you?"

"I'm good," she nodded. "Thank you, all of you, for all of your help the last few weeks, turns out growing a human being really takes it out of you," she laughed.

"Can I come in?" She heard from the doorway, turning to see Dave.

"I mean, it is your house," Luke chuckled.

"That's enough out of you chuckles," he smiled. "Time for you lot to get your walking shoes on, the minister's ready. Gentlemen, grab your ladies!"

Becca took a few deep breaths, smiling excitedly as each groomsman offered their arms to the bridesmaids, Derek to Gemma going first as best man and maid of honour, followed by Luke and Penelope, and Hotch and Emily, and they filed out of the room, each blowing kisses and wishing her luck on their way past.

"You ready to do this kiddo?" She grinned up at him.

"So ready." As Becca picked up her flower bouquet and linked her arm with Dave, he grinned.

"Your Prince Charming awaits."

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"So you're telling us that you've known about Emily and Hotch for months, and said nothing?" Derek exclaimed.

Becca had gone to the bar to get herself a drink and had been accosted by Derek, Savannah, Matt, Kristy and Tara.

"What can I tell you, I guess she only told those who could keep a secret," Becca laughed, raising a glass of juice to her lips.

"Hey, woah," Derek chuckled. "I can keep a secret!" Savannah laughed beside him, gently squeezing his arm.

"Baby, you cannot keep a secret," she shook her head as the rest of the group laughed.

"May I cut in, Mrs Reid?" Spencer appeared beside her, holding his hand out towards her. She grinned back at him, placing her glass down on the table beside her before gently laying her hand in his.

"I'll catch up with you all in a bit," she said to the group before turning back to Spencer. "After you, Mr Reid. Dr Reid? What do we call you now?" She laughed as she followed him to the dance floor.

He pulled her softly to an empty spot on the dance floor, nestled somewhere between Penelope and Luke, and Emily and Hotch, and pulled her towards him, enveloping her within his embrace. She gazed up at him, smiling softly.

"You can call me whatever you want," he told her softly. "Although you know how much I love when you call me doctor," he added, his eyes glinting cheekily.

"Oh, is that so?" She giggled as he lowered his head, gently kissing her lips as he nodded. "I'll bear that in mind, Dr Reid," she said quietly, tightening her arms around his waist. She smiled up at him. "I can't believe we're married."

"I can," he said simply. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised expectantly. "I knew from the moment we met that I was going to marry you."

"No, you didn't," she giggled.

"Alright, well I hoped I would," he chuckled. "And here we are."

"Here we are," she nodded, removing her arms from his waist and slipping them around his shoulders, burying her fingers in his soft hair. "I love you," she sighed. "So, so much."

"I love you too," he smiled, his arms tightening around her waist. "You," he paused. "And this little one," he nodded his head downwards. "I wish my mom had met you," he whispered, his eyes glazing over with unshed tears. "She'd have loved you."

Becca placed a hand gently against his cheek.

"Spence, as long as you remember her, she's still with you," she reassured him. "And we'll make sure the baby knows everything about her, and how amazing she was, and all the things she overcame." Spencer nodded slowly, breathing deeply.

"It's all gonna be ok baby. It's you and me," she whispered. He looked deep into her eyes, a smile creeping slowly across his lips.

"Always."

THE END 💕

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Just realised that my inbox was closed… requests are now properly open! Also up for random ramblings and chats about our fave blorbos

Taking requests for: x female reader / original female character - for the following characters 🔽

REY CURTIS - MIKE LOGAN - RAFAEL BARBA - MIKE DODDS - SONNY CARISI - PETER STONE - SPENCER REID - LUKE ALVEZ - AARON HOTCHNER - JAVIER PEÑA - FOX MULDER

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She didn't have time

Title: She didn't have time

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x original female character

Characters: Spencer, Emily, Rossi, Derek, Penelope, JJ, Aaron, Original female character.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Summary: Aaron's bringing his new girlfriend over to dinner at Rossi's with the team, but she's anxious about meeting his coworkers and friends. Will she be able to charm them as she has him?

Author note: So I had this idea come to me while I was listening to a song. I know, I was inspired by music. So this is singlemom!original character, Alice. I wondered what that might look like, while I was listening to Terri Clark's She didn't have time. Its been a while since I've posted anything, life hasn't been kind to me, and I feel like I'm just struggling lately. I'm hoping things change, it being the new year and all, but I don't have much hope for that. I don't own anything, and I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think, and as always enjoy!

Word count: 796

I was nervous at the thought of meeting his coworkers. Aaron reassured me that they'd love me, but I couldn't help but clutch his hand in mine as we walked into the large home of his friend and co-worker David Rossi. I smiled warmly at everyone, even if they seemed surprised to see him arriving with someone.

Everyone's eyes landed on me as Aaron helped me from my coat, my pink dress a stark contrast to his black polo and jeans. Aaron had reassured me I looked fine, but the way they eyed me, I wasn't sure. He squeezed my hand and leaned down to whisper, "You look fine, Alice." I met his gaze, nodding as he dropped a soft kiss on my lips briefly as he led me over to meet them.

Aaron kept his large, warm hand on the small of my back, as he pointed to each person, who waved at me as he introduced them. "This is David Rossi and Emily Prentiss," The two waved at me, and then he said, "That's Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia, and that is Spencer Reid and JJ." I waved at everyone, and as he went to speak to everyone and give David the bottle of wine we brought, the girls surrounded me.

They all seemed nice, and after a few moments, they asked about me. Emily leveled me with a look, "Alright Alice, tell us about yourself." I smiled, "Well I'm a preschool teacher." I said, as Penelope waved her hand and said, "What I want to know, is how you met and caught the eye of our famously stern unit chief."

The giggles from the rest said they wanted to know the same and I said, "Okay, well, I was shopping, my daughter was with my mama, when I met him. I had a flat tire and the parking lot was so crowded and I had no idea what I was going to do, and then he sort of appeared, like my knight in shining armor. Aaron was so nice, he got all my tools out and helped me change the tire." I said a warm smile on my lips.

JJ leaned in, "Oh, that sounds like Hotch, what happened next?" I smiled, "Well, he asked me if I wanted to go out for coffee, and I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. We were having coffee together and laughing when he asked me about my daughter. I said, she's five. He asked me if she had my eyes." I said, which made all the women let out the same collective sound, their eyes moving to Aaron where he stood talking with Derek, Spencer, and David.

"I know, it was so sweet. My daughter Ellie and Jack are around the same age, so we set them up on a playdate and they loved playing with each other. He asked me out on a real date and the rest, as they say, is history. Ellie loves Aaron. And he's so good with her." I said, softly.

I pulled my phone out and showed them photos of Aaron and Ellie that I'd snapped over the weekend. "She insisted on having a tea party and he was delighted to attend," I said, as I showed them pictures of Aaron seated in Ellie's room, surrounded by her stuffed animals, with a pink crown on her dark curls, as she gave him a cookie on a flower plate.

JJ smiled, "Oh, she looks just like you," She said, smiling down at the picture of Aaron and Ellie, who had the same honey-brown eyes and dark curls as I do. "yeah, she looks like me. But she adores Aaron and Jack. She and Jack get along so well." I said as we wandered to the dinner table to eat.

The girls brought up his tea party with Ellie and I saw Aaron's cheeks flush as they good-naturedly teased him. "Yes. I couldn't turn down her offer. She was quite persuasive." He says as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. We've finished eating, and he grins at me. "She's like her mama, I can't say no to her."

The girls ooh and ahh over his comment, and on our way out, after promising to visit during the work week one day with Ellie in tow, I lean against Aaron as we walk to his car. He nudges me playfully. "What did I tell you, darling? They loved you." He says, dropping a soft kiss on my head as he opens my door.

I lean up and press a kiss to his lips. "And I love you, Aaron," I murmured, as his eyes held mine, with love and desire in his gorgeous brown eyes. "I love you too, Alice."

#aaron hotchner 💞 #criminal minds #he’s so gorgeous #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x original female character #aaron hotchner drabble #inspired by music #first fic of the new year #going to be writing more for aaron this year

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♥️ To Do List ♥️ 1/19/23

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over the next week or so.

Just a reminder that my requests are opened and I have updated my character list and masterlist so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

-Liz :)

Planned (this upcoming week or two):

Liability Part 4 and Part 5: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Sorry I've taken so long to update this fic, I was on vacation and then I was in the hospital twice since I've been home

Smut Request by @leahlovestwd: The original request was deleted in the tumblr-verse so this will be a completely new formatted oneshot about Daryl where he and the reader have had a sort of sexual tension for a while and it finally becomes too much when Daryl sees another man flirting with the reader.

Requests (next few days):

Smut Request by @honey-on-my-lips: Spencer Reid x Reader "Part 2 to this fic".

Flirty/Fluff Request by @sleepless-lies; Elliot x Reader; Summary: "can you please do prompt 25 and 26 where he’s trying to apologize for something stupid he did (flirt with her friend or something)."

Fluff Request by @what-muses; Summary: "May I request a Jonathan Byers x female reader where they play “never have I ever?” And somehow end up kissing?"

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "Y/N calling Loki “My King”."

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "Y/N (or another hero) has a perfect opportunity to capture Loki, but Y/N stops it so Loki can escape."

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "'Why are you here?' and 'I didn’t have anywhere else to go'. Maybe Enemies to Lovers?"

Angst Request by @tearsaura; Summary: "Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?"

Eventual (TBD):

Anon Smut Request: JJ Maybank x Reader; Summary: "JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?"

Oneshot Request by @bringinsexybackk69: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader Summary: Daryl and his wife were separated at the fall of the prison bit the Reader manages to escape with Glenn. When they end up upon Abe and his crew, reuniting, they form a group looking for the rest of their family. At Terminus, once all the fighting is over, Daryl and Reader reunite.

'Him + I' Multipart Series: Bodyguard!Daryl x Mafia!Reader Summary: Daryl is entrusted with protecting his bosses daughter which, in all of his years of working, is proving to be one of the most difficult jobs he's been given. Not because the job is difficult but because she is difficult.

'Breathe Me' Multipart Series: Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader Summary: Bucky's difficult part and sharp attitude makes their sessions difficult but his therapist gets right through to him with some 'unconventional' methods.

'Cruel Summer' Oneshot: JJ Maybank x Reader Summary: JJ Maybank makes it his personal job to see that Topper's older cousin is given the full tour of all that the Outer-banks has to offer, including his way of life.

'Daddy Dearest' Oneshot: Negan Smith x Reader AU Summary: Strictly for the pleasure of @ncllywrites, this lengthy oneshot is about the situationship between Negan Smith, a CEO in New York City, and one of his many assistants. Of course he goes after the one girl who doesn't fall at his feet, making it his personal effort to win her over by any means necessary.

'Lights, Cameras, Action' Oneshot: Rafe Cameron x Camgirl!Reader Summary; Rafe falls in love with his most recent camgirl that he's been going to when he craves human (electronic) interaction and affection. Simple as that.

'The Chain' Multipart Series: Summary; The Mandalorian is tasked to take on a high risk, high priced bounty, an escort, who he later realizes isn't wanted for the right reasons and takes it on himself to see that she's handled properly.

Unnamed Oneshot; Spencer Reid x agent!reader; Summary: "After Reid gets out of prison and they're interrogating Cat, it comes out that she's pregnant with Reid's child. Following a big blow up, the reader has some words with Spencer but also with Cat."

Unnamed Oneshot; Aaron Hotcher x teacher!reader; Summary: "The reader meets Aaron at Jack's parents teacher conferences and he's heard all about Jack's 'cute teacher' through Penelope who's done snooping and also through Jack who's completely infatuated with her. When he gives her his personal number to reach out to him regarding Jack when he's off on a case, does she take it as an invitation to reach out to him or does she not?"

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Present

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid/Latina OFC Sophie Cortes Word Count: 4,598 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Voyeurism, Masturbation in shower, Sexting, Oral Sex, Dom/sub, Protected Sex, Established Aaron/Sophie Summary: Sophie sends Aaron a sexy video while he’s away on a case, Spencer watches it, and smut ensues. Collection: Part 1 of 5 of Present, Perfect, Patient, Promise, Pretend series Note: This is a previously published work from A03, just moving it over to tumblr because I was thinking about it today. 🤤 Link to A03 or read below! “I sprained my ankle. I’m not injured, not really. I can even walk on it,” Sophie assures as she pours them each a cup of coffee in the break room. She sets the carafe down, takes a step, wobbles, and Aaron catches her around the waist with a raised eyebrow of judgement. “Okay, so I can’t walk that well, but I can certainly sit in a conference room bouncing ideas around and drinking coffee. That’s all Rossi does, anyway.” He chuckles softly, knows she’s still… warming up, to Rossi and his idiosyncrasies.

“You know the rules.”

“Yeah, because we’re so good at following the rules,” she teases with a smirk, running her hands down his stomach, stopping at his belt. He looks over at the bullpen out of the corner of his eye, shoots her a warning look that makes her sigh and pull away.

“Think of it as choosing our battles,” he suggests, hoping that might get her back on track. “If you want to continue making out in my office, you have to stay here this one time.” She smiles, crooked, nods her head.

“Okay, when you put it that way, I’ll take the make outs.”

“I thought you might. Plus, you get to spend all day with Garcia. I figured that would be like a dream come true.”

“It is, definitely. It’s more the long, cold, nights that I’m worried about.” He sighs, because she’s being so dramatic, but he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction of making him smile again. He can’t be looking as smitten and infatuated with her as he is all of the time. “I’m going to be so lonely.”

“Oh, I think you’ll manage without sex for a few nights,” he teases, and she looks scandalized, as if that wasn’t exactly what she was getting at.

“It’s not about sex, it’s about intimacy, comfort, sharing my bed with a big heavy man who scares away the bad dreams.” She grins lecherously and he prepares to roll his eyes. “And who has a dick that won't quit.”

“Like I said,” he enunciates, taking his travel mug of coffee for the road, “you’ll be fine for a few nights. If you do decide to touch yourself, though, make sure you send me a present,” he reminds her, because they aren’t separated often, but when they are, a couple of racy pictures or videos almost always exchange hands. He bends for a quick kiss on the lips, brushes her cheek. “I love you. Behave.”

“I love you,” she murmurs, all tenderness and no heat, now. “Be safe.” Two days after taking the case, the team is on the jet for a night flight home. Spencer is tired, but he can’t sleep; JJ is stretched out on the couch, Morgan and Emily are slumped over in their seats up front with pillows and headphones, and Rossi has been snoring softly since they took off, so it’s just him and Hotch awake. They are in seats next to each other, Spencer by the window, because he knew he would be a little restless, and that Hotch wouldn’t sleep, so it seemed like the safest bet if he didn't want to disturb anyone’s rest.

He also enjoys the comforting presence of the older man, always, but especially in the calm, quiet atmosphere of the flight home.

He tries to listen to music, a podcast, but he eventually pauses it and just rests his eyes, his head, listens to Hotch as he flips pages or taps away at his phone. He’s probably texting Sophie, who’s home with a sprained ankle and who hasn’t stopped grumbling about it since. He smiles at the thought, likes when she’s comfortable enough to complain to him. Likes being someone she turns to.

He sighs. Feelings are complicated. Sometimes he hates being part of such a tight-knit team because it makes the things he feels all the more confusing, especially when the two objects of his (totally manageable) affection are in a relationship together; he feels like the odd man out, as always, can’t deny that it hurts sometimes.

He’s drifting in and out of the not quite asleep stage when he hears sound coming from Hotch’s phone, shuffling, ambiguous noises. He lifts his eyelids just slightly to see a video up on the screen, a wall that looks vaguely familiar, like a bathroom, maybe. There’s nothing particularly intriguing about that, but then he sees a pair of smooth, bare legs standing inside a bathtub and his interest is… piqued.

There’s another sound, unmistakably a shower being turned on, and then the woman—it is Sophie, no doubt; even if he can’t see her face, the tattoo on her forearm is easily identifiable—squats down, and she is so gloriously naked that he just… freezes. His body and his mind are suspended in a conflicting state of this is wrong, I shouldn’t be seeing this, and this is the best thing I’ve ever seen, and why is Hotch watching this right now, with me right next to him, and hnnng.

She pulls the shower head into view, lets it pour over her hair from what he can see of it, then down her breasts, her stomach, arms and legs; after that, she adjusts it to a stream that is harder and more controlled than one would typically use in the shower. He wonders why, thinks it could be uncomfortable, until she moves it to hover over her pussy, moaning softly, and then he really, really gets it.

His heart is racing as she runs her hand over her body, thumbing at her nipples, sighing at her own touch. She rocks back and forth a little so the stream of water hits her clit, then lower, between her lips, against her opening, and Spencer swallows hard.

“Mmm,” she sighs, and the sound goes straight through him; he feels himself getting hard as she murmurs, pressing her hand against the rim of the tub for leverage. “Mmm, yeah.” He can see that Hotch is breathing heavily next to him, eyes fixed on the screen. It’s too dark in the cabin to see his lap, but he knows he must be aching in his pants, too, wonders what it would be like if he reached out and touched him there.

Sophie is incredibly gorgeous as she works to reach her climax, bouncing lightly on her heels as the pressure builds, her moans longer and louder, but it’s when she stops moving and presses the shower head closer, directly over her clit, that he knows she’s almost ready to come.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” she whines, pinching a nipple, arching her back, and her voice is high and breathy and addictive. He would give anything to be in the same room as those sounds, to pull her wet body close and help her get off. “Fuck, mmm,” she purrs, bringing the stream even closer, and she comes, short, loud moans that sound like they’re being ripped from her throat as her thighs shake, her chest heaves.

She drags a slow hand down her body, like she’s soothing herself, and then shudders, pulls the shower head away like maybe the pressure is too much where she’s sensitive. With a sigh, she reaches for the phone, tilts it so her face is in view, cheeks flushed and wet hair clinging to her shoulders. She turns up her lips in a coy smile. “See you soon.” The video ends.

It takes Hotch a moment to lock his phone, and he looks a little dazed when Spencer risks a glance up at his face—with good reason. If he was on the receiving end of videos like that, he would never be able to focus on anything.

The rest of the trip is quiet, certainly uneventful in comparison. Spencer makes a show of opening his eyes fully, stretching, thinks it would be too awkward now to admit he saw and heard every incredible second; Hotch looks over at him with an expression he can’t read, and then flips open a new case file.

When they land, he and Hotch are the last two to grab their bags, and Hotch brushes up against him in a way that feels purposeful, but is probably wishful thinking. “Do you have anything going on for the rest of the night?” he asks, and Spencer shakes his head.

“Nope, nothing.” Maybe masturbating—definitely masturbating—but he doesn’t need to know that. Hotch nods, thoughtful.

“You should come home with me.” Spencer looks at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“We both know that you saw the video,” he says in a low, no nonsense tone that makes him gulp. “I told Sophie, and she seemed… interested in the prospect. So you should come home with me. If you want to.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” Hotch raises a hand, halting his train of thought.

“I may have had a suspicion that you were awake when I chose to play the video, so don’t be so hard on yourself.” Spencer looks at his face, trying to determine if he’s saying what he thinks he’s saying. He did that on purpose? He knew that Spencer was watching? “No pressure, if you don’t want to come over. I would never want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“I do want to… do… whatever it is we’re doing,” he rambles awkwardly, and Hotch chuckles.

“What we're doing is having sex. And I won’t touch you, or anything, if you don’t want that. It can be me and Sophie and you and Sophie.” Spencer swallows hard again, so turned on and breathless that it makes him feel bold.

“What if I do want you to touch me?” he asks, and Hotch leans in slowly, hot breath at his ear.

“Then I’m going to touch you.” When he pulls away, his fingers brush over Spencer’s jaw. “Do you want to come home with me?”

His answer is an emphatic yes. Aaron is due home any minute, and Sophie is vibrating with nervous energy, puttering around the apartment in her robe, couldn’t sit still if she tried. She waits for him on nights he has to work late and can’t bring it home, sure, but it’s almost never like this, where they are apart for days on end. It’s seriously affecting not only her sex drive, but also her mental state, which she hadn’t expected; she feels clingy, needy already, wants to smell him and touch him and taste him and be caged in by him, and it’s frankly getting a little out of hand.

It doesn’t help, she guesses, that she sent that video, but she was horny and wanted his attention… and boy, did she get it, had several texts come through a couple of minutes after she sent it, all very sweet and dirty and good.

Then she saw one about Reid, wanted to be mortified, but she just… wasn’t.

A: So, Reid saw me watching your present.

S: Oh, really? Did he like it?

A: Yeah, he liked it.

A: I bet he’d come pretty quick if he got to see the real thing.

A: Touch you… taste you.

God, how can this calm, controlled man make her such a whimpering mess with just a couple of texts? It’s unfair, is what it is.

S: Maybe we should invite him over sometime.

S: I’ve seen him looking at you, too.

S: Imagine how pretty he would look between us.

That was about an hour ago, and the only thing she received in reply was a brief message letting her know they’d landed and that he was on the way home. She hopes she didn’t upset him, knows that he’s mentioned being interested in men but that he’s never slept with one, hopes she didn’t hit a sore spot. She promises herself they will talk about it when he gets home.

But when he gets home, he kisses her so deeply she feels faint. Her body is lit up in an instant, suddenly desperate for more of him.

“I brought you a present,” he says, so low and sexy, and she grins, breathless, wraps her arms around his neck.

“Ooh, you know I love presents. What is it?”

“It’s not a what, it’s a who,” Spencer says, then, from the open doorway, and she glances between them, bites at her bottom lip. He steps inside and closes the door.

Fuck.

“Hey, Spencer,” she greets, but she can hear the tremble in her voice when she does. He looks to Aaron, and Aaron reaches back, wraps a hand around his wrist, guides him closer.

“I told him what you said, about how pretty he would look between us. He happened to agree, so I figured, why wait?” He looks her over intently, like he’s making sure she’s okay with this.

She is so okay with this.

She wants to speak but she’s so out of breath, her heart beating so fast, that she just pulls him down for a kiss, messy and graceless, and then she reaches for Spencer’s shirt and pulls him close as well, doing the same. She takes turns kissing them, ten kisses each, probably, until Aaron pushes her back gently with a soft laugh.

“Easy, baby. He’s going to stay the night; we have time to go slow.” Her chest is heaving, and he walks around so he’s standing behind her, unties the sash of her robe, pulls it off to reveal the lacy black bra and panties she thought would be a sexy surprise.

He kind of outdid her in the surprise department, but she’ll forgive him this once.

He runs his hands over her panties, her stomach, her boobs, and she bends her neck back, arching up for his lips, moaning against them. Spencer approaches, a bit hesitant, puts his hands on her hips and kisses her exposed throat, her chest. She feels like she’s died and gone to heaven, two pairs of hands on her, two mouths, her body pressed between them tightly. She thinks offhand that she’s glad her ankle doesn’t hurt anymore, because she could stand between them all night long, if they keep this up, would be content to never move again.

Then one of Spencer’s beautiful, incredible hands slips down the front of her panties, and they stop kissing her to kiss each other, and she whimpers, and her knees give out anyway.

“So dramatic,” Aaron whispers teasingly in her ear as he holds her up, big hands on her body, and she shakes her head, wets her lips.

“Not being dramatic. This is so fucking sexy.” Spencer—apparently not worried about the fact that she almost collapsed on them because Aaron wasn’t—slides two fingers over the slippery wet lips of her pussy, and she groans. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take all the attention,” she murmurs, moving her hips against his hand. “Kiss some more, please.” Spencer huffs a laugh and leans in, catches Aaron’s lips with his. From her point of view she can see the slide of their tongues, lips pressing together, and she groans again.

“If it’s okay with you,” Spencer says to her when they separate, “I would really like to eat your pussy now.” He kisses her softly on the cheek, and she exhales, shaky.

“Yeah, please—please do that.”

“I’ll hold you,” Aaron whispers, lips at her ear. “I’ll be right here, I promise.” She hums, leans back against him, and Spencer drops to his knees, guides her panties down. She’s so wet there’s slick on the insides of her thighs, and when he lifts one leg to hook her knee around his shoulder, he licks it away. She shudders.

She feels like she should have known how hot and skillful his mouth would be, because he talks so fast sometimes that his brain—his incredibly high-functioning brain—can’t even keep up, and she usually finds his mouth cute, but right now she finds it sexy, will probably never be able to look at it without thinking of the way he feels with his tongue in her pussy.

He is very enthusiastic, licking her quick and deep, with one hand on her waist and the other rubbing her clit like he’s got a PhD in bringing girls to orgasm, and she knows she’s moaning like a slut, gets even louder when Aaron bites at her earlobe, kisses her neck, squeezes her breasts. “Fuck, oh fuck, yeah,” she pants, reaches a hand down to wrap it in Spencer’s hair, making him groan; she rocks against his delicious mouth, which he encourages, moving his hand to her ass and guiding her closer.

“Come for him, baby,” Aaron urges, hand inside the cup of her bra to pinch her nipple. “Isn’t he pretty, down on his knees for you?” She drops her head back against him, brings a hand to his hair, too.

“So pretty.” He stoops down to kiss her as best as he can, and Spencer’s looking up at them, gorgeous, and she comes tugging on both of them, panting into Aaron’s mouth.

When Spencer stands up and kisses her, mouth soft and wet after working her through her orgasm, and then Aaron leans in to taste both of them on her lips? It’s a wonder she doesn’t get weak in the knees again. Sophie is soft and pliant after she comes, clinging onto them, and Aaron lifts her into his arms and carries her to the bedroom, Spencer following closely behind. He sets her on the bed, unhooks her bra and pulls it off; Spencer watches closely as he does, kneels down to kiss her, brush his hands over her bare breasts, and she sighs at the treatment.

“What do you want to do?” Aaron asks them, getting down on his knees as well, and he kisses them, thrills at the similarities in their soft lips, soft skin.

“I wanna suck you both,” she says, and he touches her face gently.

“Are you sure you’re up for that? You look a little fuzzy.” He didn’t think that she would get submissive so quickly, since he hadn’t actually dominated her, but can see how feeling at the mercy of two men might make her go to that place; he just wants to make sure he does what’s best for her while she’s there.

“Might not be able to get you off, but I want them in my mouth. Can I?” She looks up at him, then at Spencer, who swallows visibly. Aaron gave him a little insight on the way there about how they normally interact with each other, how she likes to ask for permission and he likes to give it—or deny it, depending.

(Aaron Hotchner’s crash course on having a submissive girlfriend—he might have to find a way to monetize that, somehow.)

“You can, for a couple minutes. Then what do you want?” He looks to Spencer to see if he has anything in mind.

“I don’t—I’ve never done this,” he says quietly, and he and Sophie both touch him, and she nuzzles against his shoulder.

“Neither have we, it’s okay. You want to, though?” He looks at them with soft, open eyes, and nods without hesitation.

“Yeah, I want to.” Aaron takes his face in his hands, kisses him deeply.

“Okay, good. Sophie,” he says softly, touches her face too, “do you think you would be alright being with both of us at the same time?” She licks her lips and frowns a little like she’s confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we could lay you down, and one of us could be inside your pussy, and one of us could be inside your mouth. I’ll take your mouth,” he decides quickly, because she doesn’t like it too fast or rough and he knows her limits, doesn’t want to hurt or overwhelm her. “You’ll be full of us, baby. Do you think you want that?” She closes her eyes, nods, and Spencer touches her throat with long, gentle fingers.

“You’d give us that?” he asks like he’s in awe, and Aaron gets it, knows how much it means that she trusts them with something like this. “You’re incredible, Sophie,” he murmurs against her lips, and she sighs, pulls him closer.

Watching them make out is a very enjoyable thing, made all the more so when he decides to come up behind Spencer to unbutton his pants, untuck his shirt. The younger man moans at the feel of his hands helping him undress, and he presses back against Aaron’s chest, panting and eager. He guides him to stand, gets him naked, and wraps a hand around his long, hard cock, stroking it a couple times.

“You want her mouth on you while I get undressed?” he asks, and Spencer bucks up into his hand, nods quickly. Sophie reaches for him, pulling him closer, and she licks at the head, moans. “Gently,” he murmurs in Spencer’s ear, “let her be in control.” He nods seriously, presses a hand to Sophie’s cheek when she takes him in.

Between the two of them, their moans are so filthy, wanton, that he craves the heat of their mouths, so he captures Spencer’s in a kiss when he can, pulling off his clothes slowly so they can enjoy the time together. “Sophie,” Spencer murmurs, and she looks up at him, and Aaron’s arms around him, and whines. She pulls off of him, licks her lips looking hungry.

“I’m ready for you guys.” The simple sentence makes his dick throb, and he lays her back on the bed, kisses her soft and sweet and slow. Spencer curls around them, kisses them and rubs his hands over their bare skin.

“Spencer, can you get in that drawer and take out a condom?” he has presence of mind to ask, glad that the ones they have should fit him, and he stretches up, all long, lithe muscles, grabs one and tears the wrapper open, rolling it on. Neither Aaron nor Sophie can take their eyes off of him, and when he’s finished, Aaron moves out of his way so he can settle between her legs. She hitches up her knees, and he knows first hand how inviting that can be, understands completely when he shivers with pleasure.

Aaron kisses Sophie a few more times, whispers sweet, loving words into her ear, and then he crawls up by her head, the tip of his dick at the same level as her mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, running his hands over her breasts, and she nods, puts her hands on Spencer’s hips and pulls him closer until he is fully sheathed inside her; he keeps still, panting, and Aaron leads forward to brush his hair back. “You’re so gorgeous, Spencer,” he coos, and then he presses into Sophie's mouth, sighs.

She takes him in hand, guiding him in and out at a pace she’s comfortable with, so he just lets her take the lead and runs his hands over her body, Spencer’s fingers where they press against her thighs. He is pumping into her deeply now, an easy rhythm Sophie matches with her hand, and the room is filled with a symphony of soft, wet sounds and moans and hums that Aaron doesn’t think he’ll ever forget.

He is wholly unsurprised when he is the first to come, because watching Spencer’s hips move against her, his hands careful where he holds her down, and feeling her moan around his cock because she loves feeling full, it’s all too much for him. He spills with a groan, and Spencer watches his face like it’s art, which makes him feel warm in his chest. Something to explore at a later time.

Sophie lets go of him, panting, and he slides down to his belly so he can kiss her mouth, caress her. He looks up at Spencer, who appears to be trying so hard not to come, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and he rubs Sophie’s clit to help get her close, so he’ll stop trying so hard and just let himself feel good.

“Oh, god,” Sophie whines, brings her hands up to squeeze hard at her breasts. “This is good, so good, mmm.” She starts bucking hard against him, her neck stretched long, and he knows the instant she comes, her mouth opening in a wordless moan before she all but howls her pleasure. Spencer groans, shifts his legs a little so he’s hovering over the both of them, and he thrusts for a few more seconds before finding his own orgasm. “Hmm, yes,” Sophie sighs, and he kisses her slowly, passionately; Aaron rubs both of their bodies as they shiver with aftershocks, and they all sink into the mattress, deeply spent.

They cuddle together for a few minutes, until Sophie complains she has to pee, and she and Spencer go into the bathroom together to take care of business. Aaron runs a hand through his hair and exhales long, because this is the absolute last thing he expected to happen, while also being one of the most unforgettable nights of his life; he knows they’ll look to him for guidance about what to do next, and he’s really not sure what to say when they do.

When they amble back into the room, they’re both smiling softly, and Aaron smiles because he can’t help it. They climb back onto the bed, Spencer in the middle, though Sophie reaches across him to rub at the hair on Aaron’s chest.

“So that’s a thing that happened,” Sophie says eventually, propped up on her elbow, looking over at their two blissed out faces with nothing short of affection. “Is it a thing that’s going to happen again, or a thing we swear up and down didn’t happen?—No pressure, only asking so I know how to compartmentalize my many, many thoughts.”

Aaron looks to Spencer and can’t help but feel like there’s something more worth exploring, there. He thinks Spencer feels the same when he pulls him in for a tender kiss.

“I think it should happen again,” Spencer murmurs, and Sophie leans down to kiss him too.

“Yeah, it should happen again.” Aaron sits up, smiles at his girl, guides her mouth to his.

“Okay, then.” They kiss again, easy, sweet, and he breathes a laugh. “We owe you for this, you know: you and your little shower performance.”

“Oscar worthy,” Spencer says with a grin, and Sophie shoves him playfully.

“Hey, a girl has needs.”

“And we’ll help you meet them,” Aaron promises, running a hand suggestively along her body, and she covers it with hers.

“No way. I’m tapped out, buddy. Unless I get sleep or pizza, no more sex from me tonight.” Aaron feigns hurt, pulls away, flops onto his back with an exaggerated sigh, and she crawls past Spencer to straddle his waist. “So dramatic,” she teases, leans down for a kiss, then climbs off the bed altogether. “I’m good with pizza—I don’t want to go to sleep just yet, not when I’ve got two pretty boys in my bed.”

“I second pizza,” Spencer murmurs, his face pressed against Aaron’s bicep. Sophie pauses in the doorway, a thoughtful look on her face.

“Do you think they’ll do a third veggie, and a third pepperoni, and a third Hawaiian? Or am I gonna have to order two pizzas?” She comes back over to the bed, kisses them both soft, affectionate, and smiles. “Always complicating things, Spencer Reid.”

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Baiting the Hook

Summary: An undercover operation goes wrong, but not in the way everyone expected, causing the team to frantically try to find Y/n.

One where maybe spencer and y/n are already in an established relationship and they're hunting down a serial killer, y/n fits his type and she tries to bait him out and he doesn't fall for it at first but goes back for her later. She's a little hurt when he finally finds her and they have a big fluffy reunion with spencer worrying she's not okay and looking after her

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then fluff)

Content Warning: made-up case similar to regular CM violence, minor injuries to reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Masterlist

"We know his victim selection criteria and the locations he frequents. All we need to do is send someone in undercover, and we'll be able to catch him." Spencer speculated to the team as they sat around the big table in the Seattle Police precinct.

There were nods in agreement from Morgan and JJ, but Hotch looked hesitant. He didn't like to send members of the team undercover, even when he knew they were safe. There was much more risk confronting an unsub while pretending to be a potential victim. From the unsub using a member of the team as a human shield to whoever was undercover making a wrong move, it was a challenging position to be in. One that had gone wrong with terribly wrong with Elle.

Morgan chimed in, worried about the clock that was still ticking. "We can't go busting into his house because he'll kill his latest victim before we can arrest him." He continued. "He's got to find someone else before he kills Stacey Jones."

Hotch knew that was factual, so he nodded. "Alright, who are we going to send in?"

Spencer jumped up to point between the four murdered girls and one hopefully still alive victim. "His victims are all pretty young women whose friends described them as open to new experiences, outwardly extroverted, and funny." He continued to ramble before he could catch himself. "They've also all got the same hair color and complexion as Y/n."

Y/n, who was sinking back into her chair and hoping the 1/3 odds were low enough to keep her out of the field, visibly cringed. It's not that she didn't want to help the team or the murdered victims, but she wasn't jumping at the opportunity to seduce a serial killer.

The surprised looks on the team's faces were enough to have Spencer's brain trying to comprehend what he'd said. "Oh." He realized the fact he'd thrown his own girlfriend in the deep end.

It wasn't that he valued her life over the rest of his closest friends, but he wasn't advocating for her to put herself immediately in the firing line.

"L/n?" Hotch asked while the entire team's eyes focused on her. More than anyone's, she could feel Spencer's

Y/n knew he wouldn't force her, but it was part of her job, and she needed to save the living victim. "Yeah, that's okay." She agreed, pulling on her best facade smile.

It seemed to work because all too soon, Hotch was replying. "Okay, it's already 5, and we know he gets there at around 7, so get ready, and we'll set the mics up."

She found something to wear, quickly getting changed, while Emily, JJ, and Morgan also put on clubbing attire. By the time she was doing her makeup in the precinct bathroom, Spencer cautiously watched her. Analyzing every detail of changing expression, and not concerned it was the women's restroom.

Y/n locked eyes with him through the mirror. "Which one?" She asked, holding up two lipstick options.

A little shocked by her casual tone, Spencer answered. "The pinker one."

Listening to his words, Y/n uncapped the opposite one. He frowned harder as he watched her trace it over her lips. "This guy is like the opposite of you." She explained, turning around to face him as she rested against the double sink vanity. "You like the dress?" She asked, twirling so he could see every angle.

"You look beautiful," Spencer replied, although he thought the dress was far too revealing. His nerves were very apparent, awkwardly adjusting his position as he tapped his finger on his thigh. "Y/n, I didn't mean to-"

"Spence, it's okay, really." Y/n cut him off, knowing his concern was being added to by the guilt about suggesting her. She stepped closer to him, running a hand down the lapels of his suit jacket. "Seriously, it's going to be fine."

Before she could talk him down anymore, there was a knock from the other side of the bathroom door. "Please don't be getting up to any risky business," Morgan announced with a suggestive tone before walking in with one hand covering his eyes and the other holding microphones.

Y/n giggled at the blush forming on her boyfriend's cheek. "We're not doing anything." She informed him.

Morgan pealed his hand away from his eyes, looking between the couple. "Look at how hot you look, Mama." He winked at her with a smirk.

"What have I told you about flirting with me?" Y/n asked mock scowling at him. "Not to do it in front of Spencer." She answered her own question with a smirk at her boyfriend, who was rolling his eyes.

At least when he was laughing, he looked less terrified. Morgan patted him on the back, offering him some advice. "We'll be in there the whole time, Pretty Boy. Nothing to worry about."

Spencer bit his cheek, nodding at his friend. "Yeah, I know."

Once Y/n was all mic-ed up, they were on the way to the club. Somehow Spencer managed to put on a brave face, the facade matching hers. He gave her hand one last squeeze before she was in the club, nerves all over the place as she tried to act normal.

The strategy she'd always had was to just pretend it was Spencer, as hard as that was when the unsub was a malignant narcissist. Spencer was perfect, kind, intelligent... and not the man sitting in front of her.

"Hi, darling." It was, without a doubt, the unsub. James McClay. "I'm James."

Internally, Y/n winced at how bad he smelt. Like he hadn't showered in a week, possibly because of all the murdering he'd been doing. Still, she was there to do a job and not comment on his personal hygiene. "Hi, I'm Amelia." She introduced herself with a fake name. She figured it was safer that way.

"What are you doing alone in a place like this?" He asked, like a predator hunting his prey with his eyes roaming over her body.

She was equally unimpressed by that comment and even more disgusted by the answer she knew she had to give. "Looking for trouble."

James shook his head with a laugh. "My type of girl." He commented, downing the rest of his drink before ordering another one.

Y/n was going to continue the conversation when he walked off, choosing to sit next to some other girl in the club. "What just happened, L/n?" Hotch asked through the earpiece Y/n had in.

"I have no clue. I thought it was going well." She spoke, pressing onto the earpiece so they could hear her clearly.

"It was," Hotch assured her, looking over at Spencer in the FBI van, who was frowning. They were both just as confused about why James hadn't responded to the signals Y/n had given him. All the correct cues that should have lured him in.

She heard Morgan on the earpiece next. "He should have responded." He agreed, assuring Y/n she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Okay, you're all coming out. We'll have local police monitoring the bar to make sure McClay doesn't leave with another girl." Hotch informed them of the plan.

Y/n trudged out of the bar, feeling sorry she couldn't have drawn the unsub out. She stepped into the FBI van, biting her lip as she looked at Hotch. "I'm sorry, I thought I was doing good."

"You did good, Y/n," Hotch assured her, nodding at her. She tried to believe it as she took a seat next to Spencer. "If he tries to take anyone from the bar tonight, local law enforcement will stop him. And we can try again tomorrow with someone else." That was true. Y/n knew he wouldn't kill the latest victim until he had another. It just meant Stacey would be a hostage for longer. "You two should go back to the hotel and rest. I'll send the rest of the team once they get out of there."

Y/n and Spencer nodded at his orders and left the van to go to the SUV. She took the keys, getting into the drivers' side while Spencer got into the passengers'. "I'm not even good serial killer bait." She pouted as she turned the ignition on.

Spencer shot her a worried glance. "You know that's not it."

"I'm kidding, Spence. If I'm good enough for you, then I'm more than good enough for serial killers." She joked, trying to ease the tension. It was far too easy on cases for the two of them to get caught up in the evil of it all that their relationship could suffer.

Spencer held out a hand to hold hers. "You're more than good enough for me." He assured her with a smile. Y/n grinned back at him, trying to forget the case just for a second. "I just don't know why he walked off. It doesn't fit the profile." He commented, shaking his head as he gazed out the window to the dark night sky. "Can you drop me at the station? There's something I need to check."

Y/n nodded, turning the next corner. "Sure, want me to come with you?" She offered, swinging into a park near the station. It was much quieter at night, and she knew Spencer would be able to think better.

"No, it's okay. I'll just be a few minutes." He assured her, opening the door as he picked up his bag. He was trying to see a pattern that he wasn't even sure was there.

His dedication to work was something Y/n had always admired, even before they dated. "I can wait if you want, Spence." She suggested.

"Go back to the hotel and get some sleep, love. It's only a block, so I'll walk." Spencer decided, walking around to her side of the car. Y/n rolled down the window, so she could place a quick kiss on his lips. She knew him well enough to know he sometimes just needed to think.

"Okay, love you. Be safe!" Y/n called, waving to him as he walked off into the building.

Spencer didn't think he needed to say it in return.

Everything was routine until Y/n got out of the SUV in the parking building. But the piece of cloth being held over her mouth and nose, and her scrambling to try and remove it, quickly stopped the familiar sequence of events.

Spencer was still confused on the walk back to the hotel. What about Y/n didn't attract the unsub's attention? Although, he was happy that he was at least going to get a night's worth of sleep next to her. Even the elevator ride seemed long, and he only realized how exhausted he was when he scanned his keycard to unlock the door.

It was silent when he walked in, so Spencer assumed she must have already been asleep like he was about to be. He kept as hushed as possible as he walked over to the bed, wanting to place a kiss on her forehead before he went to get ready for bed.

There was no Y/n.

"Y/n?" Spencer called out, walking into the bathroom to check she wasn't in there. His heart rate was increasing, and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach. The sensation when one knows something terrible has happened.

No reply. No girlfriend.

Quickly, Spencer pulled out his phone, dialing her number. He was already starting to pace around the room, his breathing becoming unstable.

No answer.

The next frantic call went to Garcia, and his hand trembled as he held the phone.

"Boy Wonder, how can I assist you, this fine hour?" Garcia answered cheerfully, despite how tired she was.

"Y/n's phone. Where is it?" Spencer managed to ask, his tone matching how frantic he felt. The walls seemed to close in around him, and he couldn't focus on any part of the room.

Noticing his tone, Garcia quickly worked her magic. "At the hotel. Is she not there?"

"No, and there's no way she would have left it on purpose," Spencer replied, the panic fully sinking in as he theorized what had happened to her. Even though she wasn't there, Garcia was also alarmed. "I've got to find Hotch."

"Hotch and the team just got there. Keep me in the loop." Garcia managed to request before Spencer hung up the phone.

He quickly dashed out of the hotel room, avoiding the elevator in favor of running down the five flights of stairs to the underground parking.

The team was waiting for the elevator when he burst through the door. His pulse wasn't even as fast as his train of thought. Their faces flooded with concern when they saw him.

"Y/n's missing," Spencer announced, completely in crisis mode and making no attempt to catch his breath. He didn't wait for anyone to ask what happened. "She dropped me at the police station and came back here. I just got back, and her phone's here, but she's not." It all came out so fast that he was thankful the team was able to understand.

"She drove here?" Hotch asked, his level of concern shooting to 100 in half a second. Spencer gave him a nod, not trusting himself to talk as the guilt started to hit him. "Right, Morgan, Rossi, find it and find what happened." He directed, pulling out his phone to call the local police while nodding towards JJ to grab Spencer, who was almost fainting.

JJ wrapped her arms around him to steady him as he swayed. "Hey, it's alright, Spence. There's no way you could have known this would happen." She assured him, stroking a hand over his back as his breathing labored.

"No, I told her to leave me there." Spencer maintained. All he could think about was what was happening to her. His sweet angel of a girlfriend. He stepped back to sit on the stairwell, holding his head in his hands. "JJ, what if the last thing I ever hear her say is 'be safe'?"

JJ was quickly shaking her head, crouching in front of him. "No, you're not going to think like that."

There was no way he couldn't. Being murdered wasn't even the worst thing that could be happening to her. Spencer had seen all the worst things that could happen to a person, and now Y/n's face was the one he could vision in the morgue when he closed his eyes. It made him sick to his stomach.

Hotch was there when Spencer blinked his eyes open. The concern was evident in his expression. "James McClay left the bar, without a victim, thirty minutes ago."

That had been Spencer's assumption. "Factoring in travel time, she's been gone for..." He glanced at his watch. "twenty-two minutes and seventeen seconds."

Rossi and Morgan came to stand around, Prentiss with them. "There are tire tracks next to the SUV. Y/n's phone is there, but her gun, ID, and wallet are missing." Rossi reported, leaving out any additional words that would waste time.

"If he's got her badge..." Spencer trailed off, placing a hand over his mouth. JJ held his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

All of them knew James McClay having Y/n's FBI badge could throw him off pattern. Both because he knew she lied and because he knew she was a federal agent. He was so afraid he couldn't stop shaking. His thoughts were on the possibility he would never see the love of his life alive again.

"We know his address and SWATs on the way," Hotch announced, telling the team to get in the SUVs. They hurried off to the vehicles, but he turned around to talk to Spencer. "You don't have to come, you know."

Spencer shook his head, walking past him across the grey concrete. "I'm not staying here."

Spencer couldn't breathe the entire way to McClay's house, not even because of how tight he strapped the kevlar vest. There were too many things to think about. He wasn't sure whether or not he was thankful it was such a short drive. On one hand, it meant he didn't have to wait for long until they were pulling into the driveway. But on the other, McClay had already had Y/n for eighteen minutes and thirty-nine seconds.

"Reid, are you coming?" It was Hotch's voice that made him realize the trip was up.

Spencer climbed out of the car, one hand on his gun. "If she's-"

"She won't be, Spencer." Hotch firmly stated, and Spencer knew he wouldn't have said it if he didn't think it was true.

Morgan had already kicked the door down when Spencer reached the porch, holding his gun up as he tried to trust Hotch's words.

"He's in here!" Morgan yelled out, Prentiss in the same room as him as they dragged the unsub out.

That just meant Y/n and Stacey were left to find in the maze of the house. Spencer had barely even noticed the wall color.

"Spencer!" Y/n's voice. It was Y/n's voice that Spencer heard. Very much alive, and he had never run faster or with less caution. JJ followed closely behind him.

It was the third door he opened, not bothering the clear the rooms.

Y/n.

Finally, after fifty-one long minutes and change, Y/n. Bound to a chair with rope and a red mark around her eye, but it was Y/n. He couldn't stop the instant relief, knowing McClay usually cut his victims as soon as he got them.

"You're okay." Spencer breathed out, finally able to see the rest of the room. Dark walls with old dirty carpet.

"Help her." Y/n directed, nodding to Stacey across the room, blood dripping out of a stab wound on her abdomen.

JJ rushed to her side, placing pressure on the wound as she called for Emily to get the medical team in. Spencer couldn't hear any of it as he rushed over to Y/n.

Hurridly, he undid the ropes, more relief washing over him when each one fell to the floor. Spencer couldn't hold her fast enough as she stood up, almost knocking her over with his embrace. He didn't know how long he held her for, but it wasn't long enough, and he found himself wrapping her in his arms again.

Y/n pulled away to hold Spencer's face, wiping his tears up. Spencer did the same thing, not wanting to let go of her for the foreseeable future.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, tracing over the small cut on her forehead and the red swelling around her eye.

Y/n nodded, finally letting herself cry. "Yeah, now I am."

"I'm so sorry." Spencer apologized, hugging her for the third time.

"It's not your fault, hon," Y/n assured him, running her fingers through the curly hair she had been hoping she would get to touch again. She looked over Spencer's shoulder at JJ. "Is she going to be okay?"

JJ nodded, walking over to give Y/n, to give her a quick hug. "Hey, you good?"

Y/n nodded at her, reaching down to hold Spencer's hand. "I'm good. I just want to get out of here and go back to the hotel." She decided, walking out of the room with them.

"No, you're going to get checked out by the ambulance staff." Spencer shook his head, growing more concerned over the marks on her face.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, letting go of his hands so she could hug the rest of the team as they came to embrace her.

"You guys found me fast." She mentioned appreciatively. "Thank you."

"You kept him talking long enough to save Stacey's life," Hotch informed her, knowing the unsub liked to kill the victim he'd had for the longest minutes after he took another.

Y/n just shrugged, making her way outside. "It's all part of the job." Hotch gave her a praising nod as Spencer guided her to the ambulance.

He sat with her the whole time she got examined, holding her hand with firm pressure. She was holding ice to her eye when she was finally allowed to get back in the SUV.

Spencer drove that time, still holding her hand. "I should never have let you go alone." He shook his head at his own actions.

"Stop." Y/n sternly looked at him from just one eye. "I'm not going to let you beat yourself up over this, Spence." She informed him. Still, he looked like he needed more encouragement. "You didn't know he would take me in the parking building when he only took women from clubs."

Spencer tried to forgive himself for inadvertently putting her in danger as he parked the SUV. He turned to look at her, ghosting a thumb over her lip which he didn't realize was busted. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"The paramedics said no concussion." Y/n reminded him. "Seriously, the only thing is this tiny cut." She pointed to the bandaid on her forehead. "This eye, which is going to leave a kick-ass bruise." She joked, causing him to laugh slightly. "And my lip, which is only going to be a problem if you don't kiss me soon."

Spencer shook his head as he laughed. "I can still wish I didn't leave you?" He requested, to which Y/n nodded. "Okay." He agreed, leaning forward to place the gentlest kiss on her lips.

Y/n pulled back with a smile. "Now, we're going to bed, and you're going to sleep because you found me quick enough we saved Stacey and arrested McClay." She stepped him through the plan, opening the car door as Spencer did the same thing. Nuzzling under his arm, Y/n added to her schedule of events. "And I'm also going to wake up with a wicked black eye."

Spencer laughed at, slowing his steps to walk in sync with her and agreeing. "Oh yeah, it's going to be so badass."

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smiles for miles – 26. silence is never silent

take me back to understand, we deep inside our hearts know, we don't make the wind blow. - The Common Linnets, We Don't Make The Wind Blow

N O V E M B E R   1 8 T H   2 0 1 1

Last week, I found myself back in the lecture hall, a place I hadn't visited in a while. I had skipped teaching last semester because work had consumed all my time. With cases piling up, there was no room for academic pursuits. But now, with things settling down a bit, I felt drawn back to the world of academia.

Work felt strangely quiet this week, an eerie calm hanging over everything. It was the kind of silence that made you feel like something big was about to happen. In law enforcement, calm moments like these often signaled that a storm was brewing, something significant waiting just around the corner.

It reminded me of a superstition in emergency rooms—the belief that saying "It's a quiet night" could jinx things and bring chaos. It was as if acknowledging the peace invited trouble. Similarly, the quietness at work hinted at trouble ahead, a reminder that in our line of work, calm moments were often followed by chaos.

As I neared the end of my lecture, ready to dive into the details of next week's lesson, my phone buzzed on the desk, snapping me out of my academic focus. A message from JJ popped up, short and ominous: "We have a case and it's a bad one."

Letting out a sigh, I wrapped up the class, hastily ending my presentation as I headed for the door. The weight of responsibility settled over me like a thick blanket as I hurried to my car. The urgency of the situation pushed me forward, a grim determination driving me towards the office.

As we gathered in the conference room, there was a palpable sense of shock and determination hanging in the air. The images on the screen painted a horrifying picture: three bodies hanging from tree branches, their mutilated torsos, hearts torn from their chests, and their dignity stripped away with their genitals exposed for all to see. The chilling inscription above the macabre images simply read, 'Washington D.C.'

Garcia's voice broke through the solemn silence, her tone tinged with a sense of urgency and concern. "We're staying home today," she announced firmly, her words carrying a weight that left no room for doubt.

With a solemn expression, Garcia introduced each victim: Elijah Benedict, Alan Damon, and Philip DeJong. Their names echoed in the room, a reminder of the lives lost in this brutal act of violence. Ranging in age from forty-three to fifty, they were now reduced to mere statistics in a tragic tableau.

Morgan's words broke the tension, voicing what everyone was thinking. "Someone's got a grudge," he stated firmly, the seriousness of the situation evident in his tone. "This feels personal."

Rossi cut through the silence with a question that hung heavily in the air. "When did these attacks happen?" he inquired urgently, his concern palpable.

Hotch, as authoritative as ever, provided a grim timeline. "The first victim, a week ago," he began, each word weighed down by the severity of the situation, "the second, three days ago, and the last one, this morning." His words lingered in the room, a stark reminder of the swift and methodical nature of the assaults.

Garcia, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she accessed the chilling details, added to the grim narrative. "They were all held captive for at least a day," she concluded, her voice trembling slightly as she relayed the extent of the victims' suffering. "But no more than two, because in all three cases we have colleagues who can confirm they were at work at least two days prior."

"Do we have any connections between them?" JJ's question drew everyone's attention to Garcia, the team's digital expert.

"They all had more than just a thing for women," Garcia replied, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she dug deeper into the digital archives. "I'm still combing through their backgrounds for more connections or useful info. I'll keep you posted if I find anything important."

Despite the heaviness of the case weighing on us, the day wore on without any major breakthroughs. We'd spoken with the victims' families and colleagues, but hadn't uncovered much. Still, the urgency of the situation hung in the air, reminding us that time was ticking and another abduction could happen at any moment.

As I stepped into the familiar embrace of our home, weariness clung to my every step, burdening my shoulders with its weight. But the sight that greeted me at the table instantly lifted my spirits—a home-cooked meal, lovingly prepared by Maile, awaited me. It was a silent testament to her thoughtfulness and understanding, a gesture made all the more special by the fact that I had given her a heads-up about my return time.

The delicious aroma that filled the air hinted that Maile hadn't been the chef behind tonight's dinner—a fact that both amused and touched me deeply. Cooking wasn't her forte, something she freely admitted and often joked about. Despite her occasional forays into the kitchen, she knew her limitations well.

I couldn't suppress a chuckle at the thought of her valiant attempts, knowing the likely outcome. There had been times when I couldn't resist sneaking a taste of her creations while her back was turned. Yet, the results always reaffirmed her self-awareness; her dishes consistently fell short of culinary excellence, sparing me from any further taste-testing adventures.

But even in her culinary missteps, there was a certain charm—a willingness to try, despite knowing the odds were against her. It was just another endearing aspect of her personality, one that I cherished dearly and wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

"Hey," she greeted me with a radiant smile as I trudged wearily through the doorway, my exhaustion palpable in every step. Without a moment's hesitation, she gracefully relieved me of my burdens, gently setting aside my bag, and enveloping me in a comforting embrace. In the sanctuary of her arms, I felt the weight of the day slowly lift, soothed by the rhythmic beat of her heart that seemed to echo my own.

"Thank you," I whispered gratefully, my voice a mere breath as I leaned into her embrace. "I needed that."

Her response was simple yet profound, spoken with genuine sincerity. "Anytime."

With a gentle nudge, she guided me toward the table, her touch a comforting caress against my weary frame. "Now, let's eat," she urged softly, her voice carrying a warmth that seeped into my bones. "Tell me all about your day, and then let's just relax together tonight. No agenda, no worries—just us, unwinding and being together."

Her words, infused with a sense of tranquility, promised an evening of solace away from the chaos of the outside world. As I settled into my seat, the enticing aroma of the meal she had prepared enveloped me, coaxing forth a sense of contentment and gratitude. It was in these simple moments, shared within the comforting embrace of our home, that I found sanctuary and peace amidst life's trials.

She made every hardship of the day worthwhile.

As evening draped its comforting embrace around us, we settled snugly onto the couch, cocooned in its warmth. My fingers wove delicate patterns through her hair, offering a gentle caress that sought to soothe her troubled mind. In the hush of the moment, I broached a question, my voice a mix of curiosity and care.

"Are you starting to remember things?" I asked softly, my words hanging in the air, stirring up a sense of unease within her.

"It's coming back in flashes," she confessed in a quiet voice, the weight of her inner conflict heavy in her words. "But I don't want to, Alex." Tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting the turmoil raging inside her, a silent testament to the overwhelming emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

With gentle care, I wiped away the tears from her cheeks, hoping for my touch to bring comfort to her raw emotions. Pulling her closer, I wrapped her in my embrace, our legs intertwined, my chest against her back, and my chin nestled in the curve of her neck.

My words flowed softly, like a soothing breeze in the night. "It's a good thing, Smiles," I murmured, my voice a gentle caress against her ear. "You need to process, and why not now? You're not alone. I am here."

"I am scared," she admitted, feeling the weight of her vulnerability in her words. "I don't want to be. I mean, I don't even have the right to. Look at what you're facing at work every day-"

Before she could finish her self-deprecating thoughts, I interrupted, my voice firm but kind. "Don't go there. Don't belittle your pain because you feel like someone else's is worse," I urged, my gaze locking with hers, unwavering in its intensity. "You can't feel their pain, and they can't feel yours. You have every right to be in pain."

I planted a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, my touch offering solace to the swirling turmoil in her mind. With a deep breath, she found the courage to open up about the memories that had started to come back to her.

"I remember hearing more voices," she admitted softly, squeezing her eyes shut as if trying to transport herself back to that time. "Not just James and Ira. Other voices, but I can't place them. At first, I thought they might be part of your team, but they're not. I can't remember how many there were, or if I even saw them. I just knew they were there."

I held her close, my warmth surrounding her like a shield, as I pressed another kiss to her temple, offering comfort and reassurance. Feeling my support, she continued, "There were at least two other men," her voice trembling with uncertainty and unease. Each word dredged up memories she'd buried deep down.

"That's good", I said with genuine admiration, a soft smile gracing my lips as I gazed at her. "You did good, baby."

N O V E M B E R 1 9 T H 2 0 1 1

As I stepped into the bustling bullpen, the familiar symphony of activity surrounded me—the rhythmic tapping of keyboards, the rustle of papers, and the murmur of voices blending into a harmonious cacophony. In the midst of this organized chaos, Hotch emerged like a captain navigating through turbulent waters, his purposeful stride signaling an imminent discussion. "Alex," he called out, his voice authoritative yet welcoming. "Can I have a word?"

His unexpected request sent a shiver of apprehension down my spine as I followed him to his office, my mind swirling with questions about the nature of our impending conversation. Despite my uncertainty, I complied, trailing behind him as we entered the sanctum of his private workspace. The soft click of the door closing behind us added a weight of seriousness to the atmosphere, intensifying the gravity of what was to come.

Seated across from each other, Hotch's usually composed demeanor was tinged with an unusual solemnity as he retrieved a file from his desk. A sense of foreboding settled over me, a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. "We've identified the DNA found at the crime scene," he began, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.

My exhaustion seemed to deepen as I struggled to comprehend the significance of his revelation. "And why are we discussing this privately?" I inquired cautiously, my mind racing to grasp the implications. "Why just you and me?"

Hotch's expression remained unreadable as he delivered the bombshell that left me reeling. "Because," he began, his voice steady, "it matches Maile's DNA."

A wave of disbelief washed over me, threatening to drown out all rational thought. Panic surged through me as the weight of his words settled in. "I should never have uttered those words," I berated myself silently, the casual remark I made earlier now haunting me with its unforeseen consequences.

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What is it?: This appreciation week will be a chance to celebrate and shout out the creators of colour in this fandom who; write full-length fics or blurbs, make edits or gifs or just create anything in general!

Why was this created?: I decided to create this appreciation week because I love the cm community here on Tumblr, however fics that are written by the writers of colour in the community get less notes reblogs and appreciation. Even the gifs and fics made about the characters of colour on the show are less liked and their tags are clogged up with their white counterparts. So wanted to be a way to showcase the amazing creators on this app.

How will it work?: This is a week-long event so pick either one day or all of them or just a few and create something based on the prompt for that specific day. To be able to track all the content made tag this account and use the hashtag cmwocappreciationweek

What is this account for?: This account will be used to reblog all content created from the week, after the week is over this account will continue as a hub for all criminal minds fics that have; a person of colour as the OC or a POC coded Y/N. I will also be doing things such as the writer of the week, having a different creator of colour take over the account once a month to show off their content etc. I have many ideas and I can’t wait to share them all with you :)

Who is behind this account?: You probably haven’t seen me on your dash before and if you have it was probably me ranting about y/n fics being more inclusive lmao My main writing account is @ssavanessa22. Although I am the main person running this blog there have been so many creators of colour already giving me support on this idea such as @spencerreidat3am and @fiftyshadesofspencerreid and a huge thank you to @starry-eyed-spence who is helping with this appreciation week.

When will this be happening?: This appreciation week will start on the 8th of November and end on the 15th of November

Rules: No hate is tolerated towards anyone who participates or submits any fan fiction, burbs or content All work is to be fluff as I and @starry-eyed-spence are minors. Overall this is a fun and exciting week to appreciate and celebrate the content made by creators of colour!

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[tessatales]

The Ressurection of Love: Chapter One (Spencer x Original Female Character)

Theme/Warnings: Typical Criminal minds/BAU stuff. There will be detail in some chapters about Unsubs/murders etc. (some may be from the show, other I will have made up) but trigger warnings for those sorts of things will be found at the top of the chapters that contain said themes.

Pairing: Dr Spencer Reid x Original Female Character

Word count: 990(ish)

A/N: Hello! So I've had this idea for a while, but I was just trying to get as many chapters fleshed out and ready to post before actually announcing/posting it. So I really hope you enjoy this fic as it has been a labour of love for a while now. Onto the fic!

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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Spencer had often wondered why he bothered paying rent. With him spending so much time at the BAU or away with the team, the four walls of his apartment were merely an expensive means of holding his possessions rather than anything resembling a home. But he tried his best anyway, adding small touches to the apartment in an attempt to make it homely.

Loud thuds from outside Spencer’s apartment one evening brought him out of his late night rabbit hole of research. Rubbing his eyes, he stretched in his seat, feeling the satisfying pops that came from his joints before checking the time.

11:45pm

Another series of thuds followed by a woman’s voice shouting ‘Shit!’ from the corridor made him finally investigate. Checking the peep hole, Spencer could see the apartment across from his was open, and a small figure was scrambling frantically across the floor in pursuit of something he couldn’t see.

“Is everything alright out here?” Spencer said, popping his head around the door and taking in the sight before him.

In the corridor sat a woman he’d never seen before.

To his knowledge the apartment next door had been vacant for as long as he had lived there, although he’d suspected more than once that he may have had many neighbours who had come and gone between his stints away.

“I’m so sorry! I’m not usually this clumsy but you know when you’re just having one of those days?” The woman said from the floor as she frantically attempted to pick up what seemed to be her escaped groceries.

“Oh, bad day?” Spencer said, slipping the catch onto his front door before stepping fully out to help.

“The exact opposite actually, I had my induction to my new job this afternoon, ready for my first day tomorrow. So I thought I had plenty of time to get groceries and do some unpacking this morning” explained the woman, her face half covered by her dark hair as she picked up tins and loose vegetables.

“Let me guess, it didn’t go to plan?” Spencer said, wondering briefly why he seemed to be invested in a conversation with a woman he didn’t even know.

The woman scoffed.

“Nope! I got so distracted unpacking last night as well as skimming through the induction files for work that I didn’t wake up till noon. I just had enough time to make myself presentable before I had to set off” she replied with a shake of her head.

“If I'd managed my time better, we wouldn’t be dealing with exploding grocery bags at nearly midnight,” she said, seeming to freeze in place before looking up from the floor. For the first time since exiting his apartment, Spencer was able to see her face.

Pretty.

“Oh I’m sorry, here I am talking your ear off and making you help me with my stupid shopping and I’ve not even introduced myself!” Sitting up straight, the woman smoothed out her suit jacket before extending her hand towards Spencer.

“ I’m Alyssa - I’m your new neighbour”

“Spencer, nice to meet you.”  He replied, taking her small hand and shaking it.

When the final food product was safe and sound in Alyssa’s apartment hallway, the pair stood up and Spencer was able to see her fully for the first time.

Her skirt was wrinkled from sitting on the floor, and her shoulder length blue black hair seemed to have escaped from its clip that sat at the base of her neck. Spencer also noted how short his new neighbour seemed to be, her head most likely only coming up to just below his chin.

Clearing his thoughts, Spencer scrambled for something to say.

“Well I hope you have a good first day tomorrow” Spencer said as he retreated backwards towards his front door. Alyssa nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, I think I’ll do alright. It’s an internal transfer so it’s not like it’s a completely new job. And the team I’ll be joining seem nice enough from what I’ve heard.” Alyssa replied, leaning against her door frame.

“And the best part is, thanks to this apartment, the Bureau’s headquarters is only a stone's throw away; I had to leave nearly an hour early when I was in New York, I could probably walk there here”

Spencer froze mid step.

“I’m sorry, did you just say the Bureau?” Spencer said slowly, trying to process if there were any other organizations that used the word.

“Yeah, I’m an FBI agent. I don’t tend to lead with that when meeting new people. You either end up scaring them off or making them too eager to talk” Alyssa said with shrugged. Spencer couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips, startling the pair of them.

“What’s so funny?” Alyssa said, and Spencer noticed her shoulders tightening minutely as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Sorry! It’s just a small world. I work for the FBI too. I just found the statistics of us living across from each other amusing.” Spencer said quickly, trying to smooth out any misunderstanding his outburst may have caused. Alyssa seemed to visibly relax.

“No way! Well I guess you have a point there, maybe I’ll see you around the office then” Alyssa said, dropping her arms to rest in the pockets of her suit jacket.

Looking at this stranger; his new neighbour, Spencer noted that her obvious openness and enthusiasm was easy for him to return. He smiled.

“If not in the office maybe we’ll see each other in the halls.” He replied with a shrug. Alyssa nodded.

“Anyways, I’ll leave you to sort your food. Wouldn’t want to be up too late for your first day” Spencer said, waving awkwardly at her.

“Good point, see you around then Spencer” Alyssa said, returning the wave before closing her door softly behind her.

Spencer wandered back into his apartment, not bothering to go back to his research and instead making a beeline for his bed. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was looking forward to having a new neighbour.

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[eddies-puppet]

Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

Chapter 26: The Secret Garden

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Word count: 2,299

Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27

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"Baby, are you nearly ready?" Spencer called loudly from the lounge as he pulled his suit jacket on and straightened the collar. When greeted with nothing but silence, he made his way through to the bedroom, where Becca was stood close to the mirror, putting in her earrings.

They locked eyes in the reflection and she smiled, turning to face him. "You ready?" He asked again. She made her way towards him, her hands straightening her dress.

"Yeah," she smiled, slipping her arms around his neck and pulling his face to hers, kissing him gently. "Or," she breathed against his lips. "We could just stay here," she giggled, her fingers moving gently down his spine.

"Uh uh," Spencer laughed, shaking his head slowly. "As much as I'm loving this recent surge of hormones, Rossi is throwing this party for you, we kind of have to go. Plus, we really need to tell everyone our news," he said softly, laying his hand against Becca's stomach. "It's killing Garcia having to keep it to herself," he smiled. "You look beautiful," he smiled. "The hormones suit you."

"Thank you, I think," she laughed. She took a step backwards, holding her hand out towards him. "Come on, let's go. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can get you home," she giggled, leading him from the apartment.

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"Ah, my favourite lovebirds," Rossi laughed as he swung open the front door to his house, ushering Becca and Spencer inside. "Welcome to your 'we're so happy you're staying' party! Can I take your coats?"

"Thanks so much again for this Dave, no special occasion would be complete without a David Rossi party," Becca giggled as she shrugged off her coat and handed it to him.

"Just don't blame me for the hangovers tomorrow morning," he winked, Becca smiling as she felt Spencer's eyes on her. "There's drinks in the kitchen and the rest of the gang are out in the garden. I'll be right out," he smiled before turning and walking away.

Spencer smiled down at her, taking his hand in hers and leading her to the kitchen. Luckily, as Spencer often didn't drink, there was always non-alcoholic drinks at any gathering, so they both took a glass of juice before making their way out to the garden.

Becca laughed as she spotted Penelope and Emily on the dance floor set up on the lawn, Penelope singing along loudly using a hairbrush as a microphone. The rest of the team watched on from the veranda, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Becca paused, looking around her as she smiled.

"You ok?" Spencer asked softly. She nodded slowly.

"I love this bunch of weirdos," she laughed quietly. He smiled, gently squeezing her hand.

"And they love you. And I love you, and our baby will love you too," he told her quietly. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with newly formed tears.

"Fucking hormones," she laughed.

"You ready to do this?" She took a deep breath, nodding nervously as they made their way towards the rest of the group.

"Here they are," Will grinned, his Louisiana drawl seeming even stronger after a few drinks.

"Hey," JJ smiled, making her way towards them and pulling Becca into a hug. "I'm so happy you're staying," she grinned, squeezing her tightly. The group quietened, hearing the clink of metal against glass. They turned to see Rossi coming towards them from the house.

"I know this is a party, and I won't bore you all for long," he smiled. "I want to welcome you all here on this special night, as we celebrate the expansion of our family." Becca bit anxiously at the inside of her cheek. Little did he know the news she and Spencer had for them all.

"It seems like a lifetime since Becca arrived, and even a blind man could see how happy she makes our boy genius over there." Spencer chuckled, smiling at Becca. "But as we know, Becca brings with her even more extended family, and it didn't seem right for us to celebrate without them here as well, so..." Dave paused.

Becca looked around, confused, before she heard footsteps approaching from behind Dave, her jaw dropping open in surprise.

"Oh my god, you're here," Becca said quietly as her sister walked towards her, holding her arms out. Becca ran to her, wrapping her arms tight around her, her heart pounding inside her chest. "What... how..." she stuttered, taking a step back and holding her sisters shoulders. Gemma laughed.

"When you can speak again, you've got Dave to thank," she smiled, Becca turning towards Dave, who laughed aloud when she ran at him, throwing her arms around him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome, amore mio," he smiled. Becca made her way back to her sister, slipping her arm through Gemma's.

"Salut," Dave said loudly, raising his glass as the rest of the team lifted their own drinks to their lips.

As Becca took a mouthful of her juice, Gemma looked quizzically at her.

"Juice?" Gemma muttered, her voice laced with suspicion. Becca smiled, taking a deep breath.

"Can we talk?" Gemma nodded, smiling as she followed her sister away from the group.

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"Oh my love, your sister, she's amazing," Penelope gushed. "Although I'd expected no less being related to you."

"I still don't know how he got her over here, but I guess I should know to expect the unexpected from David Rossi," Becca laughed, taking a sip from her drink as she nestled herself into Spencer's embrace, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders.

"And was she excited? You know, about..." Penelope hesitated, looking pointedly at Becca's stomach.

"She was. In fact, she's considering moving here as well," Becca beamed excitedly.

"See, I told you," Penelope said loudly. "I knew you two would make it work! And now, with a baby genius on the way..."

"Pen, we still haven't told everyone yet," Becca hissed quietly. "We're just trying to find a moment to get them all together."

"Well then, let's fix that," Penelope said decisively as she took Becca's hand and dragged her towards the group on the veranda.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please gather!" Penelope shouted loudly.

Becca anxiously grabbed hold of Spencer's hand as he appeared beside her.

"I guess this is it," she whispered, her stomach turning somersaults. He nodded, smiling at her as he leant forward, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I love you," he whispered. She took a deep breath as the team gathered around them.

"I just wanted to thank you all for coming tonight. You all know how hard it was for me to decide to stay here, and really it was you guys that made it so hard," Becca said. "This one also had a little something to do with it," she grinned, nodding her head toward Spencer.

"From day one, you've welcomed me into your family. You're a bunch of absolute lunatics," she laughed. "But you're lunatics of the best kind, and I love you guys," she added, her voice faltering as she became emotional.

She looked at her sister, who was stood with Emily and Hotch, smiling on knowingly.

She took a deep breath before continuing. "When Dave said earlier that your family was expanding, he didn't realise how right he was." Becca turned to look at him, smiling at his puzzled expression.

"I'm pregnant," she giggled. "Spencer and I are having a baby."

Time seemed to stand still for the next few seconds, as she looked around at her friends faces, the news slowly sinking in before they all thundered towards her like a tidal wave.

"I'm putting it out there now, so you don't try and pretend like I'm not the best candidate, but it's tradition for me to be the fairy godmother to all of the BAU babies," Penelope grinned, pulling Becca and Spencer into her arms, hugging them tightly.

"Noted," Becca laughed. As quickly as Penelope had loosened her grip on them, Becca and Spencer found themselves tight in the grip of Dave. "Surprise!" Becca giggled as he pulled back from them, an ecstatic smile on his face.

"I'm so happy for you both," he said softly, one hand laid gently against each of their cheeks. "You're going to be amazing parents," he assured them.

"I mean, I'd planned to have the baby and then just give it to you for the first two years," Becca teased him. "Seriously, thank you Dave. For everything." He winked at her, raising his glass before turning and walking away.

"Pretty boy!" Derek's voice boomed as he made his way towards the couple, arms held open wide. "How long have you been keeping this to yourself?!"

"A couple of weeks," Spencer smiled.

"Well, welcome to the club kid," Derek laughed. "Make sure you get plenty of sleep now, cos you certainly won't be getting any once this little one's born," he added, laying his hand gently against Becca's stomach. "And hey, at least now we can be sure you do know how to do it," he teased, winking cheekily at Spencer, who rolled his eyes.

"Oh Derek," Becca sighed. "If only you knew," she smiled, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"Woah, hey," Derek laughed, holding his hands up as if to defend his ears. "That's my cue to find another drink! Congratulations," he grinned before turning and walking away.

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Her hands wrapped tightly around a fresh glass of juice, Becca made her way back out to the veranda, smiling as she saw Penelope still setting the dance floor alight, dragging Luke in her wake.

"Hey." Becca turned to see JJ standing at her side.

"Hi! You having a good night? Will seems to be wiping the floor with Dave," Becca laughed, nodding towards Will, Dave, Hotch and Derek sat around one of the tables, a pack of playing cards laying between them.

"Yep, that's the New Orleans upbringing for you," JJ laughed, pausing for a second. "I'm sorry I didn't come over earlier, I know how overwhelming it can get when the BAU get excited about something," she laughed.

"You are not wrong," Becca nodded.

"I just want you to know how happy I am for you both," JJ smiled. "I know things got a bit, complicated, between us in Boston, but I really am happy for you. You're exactly what Spence needed. He's been through so much, and you make him so happy," JJ gushed.

"I promise you Jayj, the feeling goes both ways," Becca smiled softly.

"I know it does," JJ nodded. "Congratulations," JJ smiled, pulling Becca into a brief hug. "I'd better go, make sure Will isn't gambling away our house," she laughed.

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"There you are," Becca smiled broadly. "I've been looking everywhere for you," she added as she sat down beside Spencer. She looked around, sighing contentedly. "Wow, it's really beautiful down here."

She had found Spencer in a small walled garden at the very back of Dave's yard. It was enclosed on all sides by tall red brick walls, a small arch the only way in and fairy lights hanging from the walls, casting a soft glow across the garden.

There was a fountain against one of the walls, Spencer perched on one of the low surrounding walls as the water cascaded behind him, the smell of the many blossoming flowers enveloping them in what felt like their own private paradise.

"Do you think Dave would let us live here with him?" She giggled softly. "Did you know this was down here?" Spencer nodded.

"I spent quite a bit of time down here with Dave after Maeve..." he paused, swallowing hard. "After I lost Maeve," he added quietly. Becca sighed softly, gently taking his hand in hers and laying their hands in her lap.

"I never thought I'd get over it, even when I was dating Max." He turned to look at her, smiling adoringly. "And then you came along."

"I love you," she whispered. "And so does our little bean," she giggled, putting his hand against her stomach. Spencer smiled, squeezing her hand and leaning forward, his lips gently brushing her cheek.

"I love you too. Both of you," he chuckled. "I can't honestly believe this is happening," he whispered, shaking his head slowly. "After everything that's happened to me, I'd just about given up on finding love. On having a family. But here we are," he smiled. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me for loving you," she smiled.

"Yes, I do," he insisted. "No amount of thank you's would be enough," he said softly, his voice cracking as a small sob caught in his throat.

"Becks, you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And if you'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way," he paused, taking a deep breath.

"Will you marry me?"

As the words drifted from his lips, she could have sworn she felt the world stop turning, time ceasing to pass. Her heart raced so hard in her chest that she was sure he must be able to hear it, and she didn't trust her own voice to speak. A tear fell silently down her cheek, and he gently wiped it away with the back of his fingers.

"Breathe baby," he whispered.

She exhaled sharply as the outside world seemed to fade back into view.

"Sorry," she breathed. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you," she whispered, her lips spreading into a wide smile as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him tightly against her as she climbed into his lap, peppering his face with small kisses before burying her face into his neck.

"I love you, Spencer Reid."

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SSA Kassidy Hughes

Full name: Kassidy Grace Hughes

Nicknames: Sunshine, Kass, Kassy, Princess

Born August 14th, 1982 in Las Vegas Nevada

Zodiac: Leo

5’3” but can kick your booty if she wants to

Gender: Cis female (born in a female body and identifies as such).

Sexual orientation: Demisexual (can only be sexually attracted to someone once there’s an emotional bond).

Faceclaim is a mix between Jennifer Lawrence and Sabrina Carpenter.

More info under the cut:

Unfortunately, due to her unhappy childhood (her mother isn’t a very nice person), she has a very hard time accepting that people might like her. She’s a very anxious, cautious, and timid person by nature, and has serious issues with self-doubt and self-deprivation. She’s slowly learning how to love herself as much as she loves her friends.

Kassidy is my first Criminal Minds OC! Originally she romanced Spencer Reid (and still does in the alternate universe story I’m writing called What It Means To Be A Pack). But in every other story/AU, she’s with Aaron Hotchner. Her main story will eventually end with her and Aaron together <3

Kassidy is my first Criminal Minds OC! Originally she romanced Spencer Reid (and still does in the alternate universe story I’m writing called What It Means To Be A Pack). But in every other story/AU, she’s with Aaron Hotchner. Her main story will eventually end with her and Aaron together <3

Her best friend of all time is Penelope (I mean, honestly it’s Piper Bishop but she isn’t in every AU so I gotta name someone who is lol). Her favorite color is yellow! And she loves sweets more than anything.

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