#jareau

[veeluvss]

jumper.

jj x autistic!daughter

angst

some words

jj’s daughter turns up at work after a traumatic event at school

the bau were working hard on completing recent case files when they heard the commotion in the hallway outside. derek turned around first, being nosy. however, seeing jj’s daughter, he rose to his feet.

people were crowding her. what was she even doing here?

“jj,” derek said, tapping her shoulder and looking out the glass doors.

“i just need my jumper!” she cried, pushing people out of the way. jj jumped from her seat, walking over to her clearly distressed daughter.

“mum! i need you,” she said panicked, stopping in front of her mum.

“what are you doing here, y/n?” jj asked, looking her up and down. her school uniform was disheveled, the plaits in her hair were a mess- like she’d been rubbing her head constantly, something she did when stressed.

“mum my jumper,” she whispered, glaring at her. “where is it?”

“baby it’s not here!” jj said suddenly.

a security guard walked into the bau then, going to grab y/n’s arm but morgan stopped him.

“it’s fine, she’s Jareau’s daughter,” he told the guard.

“she doesn’t have a visitor badge. she just walked through,” he groaned.

“i said leave it dude,” morgan said. the guard walked off, shaking his head.

“mum i need my jumper!” y/n whined.

“you’re meant to be at school!” jj argued.

“mum!” she groaned. she walked around her, beginning to search through jj’s stuff. throwing the things out of her go bag onto the floor.

“baby no,” she heard JJ say and she sighed loudly.

“i need it, why do you not understand?” she cried, shouting at her mum.

“i know, i know,” jj whispered, putting her hands on her daughters arms. “but it’s not here.”

“then where is it? you’ve got to help me find it! they said you had it!” she pushed her mums chest and jj sighed. this jumper was y/n’s comfort jumper. she went no where without it, it was old, tattered and hardly ever got washed but now she couldn’t find it and the world was upside down. jj knew how important the jumper was to her daughter.

“what’s going on?” the team heard emily say from the stairs. y/n turned around from jj’s arms and ran to her auntie emily.

“have you seen my jumper?” she asked, practically begging.

“your jumper? no baby, when did you last see it?”

“at school but- but -but the girls they took it and said mum has it,” she cried out, looking at the team frantically. jj sighed then, taking out her phone and ringing the school. emily guided y/n into her office.

“sit down,” she told jj’s daughter.

“no, i nee- they said mum has it! why is she lying to me?” she cried, rubbing at her head. emily sighed and walked over to the teenage girl.

“was it the same girls? hannah and freya?” emily asked, crouching down in front of her. y/n just nodded, feeling herself growing more and more panicked. these girls regularly bullied y/n, for being different. they’d obviously taken her jumper and told her that her mum had it - causing her to leave school and head here.

“listen sweetheart,” emily muttered, running her fingers down y/n’s arms. she knew it soothed her, she’d been doing it since she was young. “your mums talking to school now. she’ll find your jumper.”

“i need it now,” she began to sob and emily could only comfort her in the way she knew how. arm tickles and forehead kisses.

“put someone on the damn phone who knows what i’m talking about!” jj shouted down the phone. she’s excused herself to her old office, trusting that emily had her daughter safe.

“i am sick to death of this happening,” jj said. “did you even know she’d left? what if something had happened to her?” she was getting angrier and angrier. “no! she’s autistic, not special. why can’t you see that! you’re allowing them girls to ridicule her and bully her day in and day out and you’re doing nothing about it.”

“i don’t care if you understand because you clearly don’t. i am coming to get my daughters jumper and to clean out her locker because there is no way i am sending her back into your care. authorities will be hearing about this,” jj told them. she slammed the phone down and took a few deep breaths.

for the last 16 years y/n had always been excluded, different- unique. she had a mind of a genius, she didn’t talk a lot and she took things very literally. she wasn’t one for physical contact unless it was auntie emily and she needed her routine. but since starting this school, jj had only grown more and more furious with their handling of her. she was a vulnerable child, she did need that extra care sometimes but jj felt like her daughter was being thrown under the bus constantly.

walking out of class, was her fault. lashing out at other kids was her fault. breaking down and going non verbal was her fault. the way she handled anything wasn’t understood and now the school had let the bullies walk all over her again.

jj entered emily’s office to the sweetest sight. emily sat on the sofa, cradling y/n in her arms. her legs were over emily’s thigh and her head in the crook of emily’s neck. emily continued tickling up her arm, singing softly her own song.

“i’m going to get her jumper, is she okay here?” jj asked, feeling so, so grateful for emily.

“she’s okay yeah, you go beat to them kids,” emily sniggered. jj rolled her eyes and walked out, shutting the door quietly behind her.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau imagine #jennifer jareau x daughter!reader #jj jareau #jemily #jj x autistic!daughter #jennifer jareau head canons #emily prentiss head canons #jareau #bau #autism

[grahamobrien13]

JJ and Reid, in unison: I put the "Bi" in FBI

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[demonicbaby666]

Old Coping Mechanisms

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst ending in fluff 

Words: 3k+

Warnings: alcoholism, addiction, shouting, rape insinuation, swearing 

Summary: Y/n and JJ have been friends for a while and recently y/n has began distancing herself as her mental health crumbles. When the team takes a case in her home town, she is uncontrollably thrown into her traumatic past and she turns to an old coping mechanism. 

The team were coming back from y/n’s hometown, the chaotic events that had unfolded over the last few days had opened up old wounds she had kept hidden for years. No one on the team seemed the same after discovering the unforgiving darkness that lay beneath y/n’s hard exterior and in her past. Her whole career was built upon being a strong powerhouse, no one could penetrate her well-built sturdy walls that had offered her protection her whole adult life. Yet now, after this case, they knew she’d been taken advantage of years prior, they’d met the man that had repeatedly abused her, made her feel weak, and made her small. 

That’s how they saw her now, small, and it ripped at her insides every time they gave her pitiful sympathetic side-eye glances. Small was one thing she was not, she could take any unsub on, and irritatingly her abuser had to be one of them, but she fucking did it. Not any of the team, she arrested him. 

She traced the discoloured bruise now forming on her upper arm thinking back to how that sad excuse of a man showed her that in the years that had passed, he had in no way changed, still only wanting one thing from her. But she got away when she was younger and knew she would again. His recent victims weren’t so lucky, and she was not prepared to let the fucker get away after repeating the unspeakable things he did to her and worse to so many other vulnerable souls. 

When she was faced with her old abuser, she was not a victim anymore, she refused to let herself digress into that little girl again, she fought with every single muscle in her body and took him down, though he managed to get a few blows in first. 

Yes, she did what needed to be done and did it flawlessly, but away from the front she was putting on, memories had begun to resurface. They flooded every nerve of her body and forced her to relive the trauma over and over again. It was inescapable and she was drowning in a hazardous pit of unprocessed memories, too afraid to let anyone see. 

That’s when a hand planted itself on her shoulder, anchoring her back to reality. Her head shifted up and her eyes locked onto concerned ocean blues, goosebumps coated her skin as she studied the facial expressions on the blonde's face who was hovering above her, clearly worried. The feeling of her hand, even through the thin material of her shirt, usually elicited a small reaction from her, though she chalked it up to the low temperature of the blonde hands. But today the chill that ran down her spine was something she didn’t have the energy to contemplate. 

Ignoring her heart thumping against her chest, y/n shrugged off JJ’s hand and turned back to staring out the plane, suddenly engrossed in the shapes of the clouds and the landscape displayed below. Obviously not getting the hint the older woman sat herself across y/n and glued her eyes to her. It was hard not feeling the hard gaze on her and it was almost painful to continue to advert her eyes, but she did so. 

Y/n’s eyes remained out the jet window as she finally broke the gut-wrenching silence between the two women, knowing if JJ started she’d struggle reeling in her emotions and really didn’t need to break down with the whole team watching her. “I’m okay JJ, and no I don’t want to talk.” 

As the blonde opened her mouth she was interrupted, y/n had spent enough time with her to know what would come next, not even having to look to JJ to know she was preparing words of comfort,” And yes I’m fully aware it may help, and you have open ears, but I mean it when I say, I’m fine.” She slowly brought her eyes back to those piercing blue ones. 

Though she’d never outwardly admit it, those eyes brought her more comfort and warmth than a fire on a cold winter’s day. They always made her feel safe and understood, it was overpowering. The feelings entrapped her, she began to lose herself in the solace of JJ’s presence and the blues of her eyes. 

“I’m worried about you y/n. I-” she sighed and looked down at her hands, beginning the fiddle with her fingers in an attempt to calm her anxious mind, “I don’t want you to shut me out.  I won’t let you. I’m here, always.” 

A small smile crept onto the young woman’s face, and she tried to conceal it, biting down lightly on her lower lip and once again adverting her eyes out the window. She knew JJ would never know the full power she had over her, she also knew she never wanted to depend on anyone for comfort. Hyper independence seems to be a way of life these days. 

If someone had the power to make her feel this safe with only a few words, or even just a look, they held the power to tear it all away and throw it in her face. The shadow of the smile was all but gone as memories and doubt found their way back into the forefront of her brain once again.

Her hands were beginning the shake and the control she was maintaining over her body was slipping away like quicksand. Forcing her muscles into action, she stood tall and strong and made her way to the toilet before JJ could get another word in. Missing the blonde’s limp arm, which was reaching out to try and comfort her. 

The door shut behind her and she flicked the lock, images flashed over and over, her body was frozen as she gripped the sink of the small cubicle, knuckles turning white. Hot tears ran down her cheeks and she repeatedly cursed at both herself and the man that made her feel this way. There was nothing she could do, no escape, she was transported to the same cold dark room where she was repeatedly assaulted, and memories engulfed her as the world around her began to fade away. 

The journey to her apartment was a complete blur, she took a backseat and let herself run on autopilot. By the time she got into the dingy lounge and perched herself on the couch, her eyes wandered down to her hands. No reaction came when she saw the plastic bag containing a bottle of liquor. Somehow, she knew, she was the one that bought it, never registering it she walked into a store and reached for the only thing she knew helped.

It had been years since she found her sorrows at the bottom of a bottle, then again, it had been years since she’d been back home. The memories were back, and so it seemed were the same coping mechanisms. At least this way she could take control of being out of control, that’s what she told herself. JJ popped into her head, she pictured the concern that was painted on her face and the love that those eyes held during their brief conversation on the jet. 

She wanted to reach for her phone and call her, confide in her, the internal conflict was that would mean she’d be reliant on her, she’d be letting her in, and this time she would be a lot more vulnerable. Letting anyone see her like that was beyond frightening. Impulses took over instead and pushed her to crack the bottle open. 

Laying on the floor half a bottle of liquor gone, the room began to spin. But y/n told herself it was what she wanted, for the world to become fluid and mailable, she revelled in the way nothing felt real. It was easy to convince and deceive herself into believing, wholeheartedly, that everything was okay. 

A knock erupted and echoed off the walls of the apartment evoking a loud groan to escape from y/n’s lips. With alcohol racing through her bloodstream, restraint flew out the window and she refused to move from her comfort space, bellowing out, “Fuck off!” 

“Y/n, please.” From the other side of the door, JJ placed a hand softly on the door, she saw the pain seeping maliciously through the younger woman earlier and wanted nothing but to hold her. After the jet landed everyone saw y/n zone out and just assumed it was her way of managing. But JJ knew better, in the last few months they’d grown undeniably close, and she could read her like a book. 

The recent case may have opened the team’s eyes to the harsh reality of y/n’s vulnerability, but the blonde had been witnessing y/n slowly change for weeks. The timelines suddenly made sense, a couple of weeks ago would have been the anniversary of when it all happened to y/n, when the abuse started. She’d began to distance herself, push people away and the bags under her eyes were stubborn as ever. JJ was forced to watch as the woman who she holds so dear slipped away out of her grasp and into the depths of an endless pit of darkness.

She was just an innocent child. The image of y/n being alone, having to endure all the abuse with no one to turn to caused JJ’s heart to shatter into a million pieces. Enough was enough, she was not about to lose the one person who seemingly held the biggest place in her heart. She would not let her suffer alone, not again, not when she knew what that young girl had to do to survive. 

From the other side of the door, JJ heard shuffling and thanked her lucky stars y/n decided to not be stubborn that day. When the hinges of the door creaked y/n was in full view, aside from the crappy lighting it was evident from her whole demeanour that something was off. She hadn’t changed, still, in the same work attire, her posture was slumped, and she was practically swaying. When the older woman attempted to head into the apartment y/n made no effort to move out of the way, keeping her feet placed firm in the doorway. 

JJ threw her a confused look, and a slight pang of hurt coursed through her body. She felt herself wanting to give up, but she would not be deterred so easily. This was y/n’s way of pushing her away, shutting her out. Throw me off a cliff and I’ll bounce back, she thought to herself. 

With neither woman opting to talk first, JJ curiously inspected the apartment through the door, and that’s when she saw it, adorning the lounge carpet was a half-finished bottle of pure vodka. Anger, sorrow, and disappointment found its way to her face simultaneously. Not sure which one to focus on. Of course, she was disappointed, she didn’t want y/n to turn back to this, though she knew the pain she’d gone through was agonising and left so many mental scars. It was hard not to understand how a bottle of liquor seemed like a solution. 

JJ’s face morphed again and again and it was hard to place what the woman was feeling, y/n could practically see thoughts racing behind her eyes. She followed her eye line and saw what caused the visible change and slight distress in the woman, she rolled her eyes in hopes of normalising the situation and reducing it to JJ overreacting. She finally sternly spoke up looking at the bottle, “Don’t fucking get involved JJ.”

Before y/n had time to snap her head back around, a body barged into the apartment and almost knocked her off her unsteady footing. She followed the blonde as the stormed into her lounge, trying her very hardest not to lose her temper at the sudden intrusion. 

“JJ seriously what the fuck?!” 

The moment JJ entered the lounge she grabbed the bottle and accusingly held it up, “Really? After everything, you turn back to this?” She didn’t raise her voice and seemed surprisingly calm and intrigued. There they were again, those blue eyes staring straight at her, stubbornly refusing to look anywhere but at y/n. She felt her eyes glaze over and it became evident that JJ’s continuous concern was taking effect, she cursed the blonde for always finding the cracks in her impenetrable walls and slipping in to provide nothing other than unconditional love.

She didn’t want to turn back to this, it was all she knew. It was the only thing that used to help; the singular problem now was that she wasn’t alone anymore. She had people that cared and wanted to help in any way they could. The woman looking straight at her for answers what the one person who seemed to care the most. 

JJ was the only person who knew about her drinking, it was under control now and she’d found ways to still indulge but not depend on beverages. The one time she did overindulge she leaned on JJ for support, it was readily and unconditionally given. The alcohol-soaked night was a blur, but she knew one thing, after all the drunken confessions JJ never looked at her differently and that was something that meant the world to the younger woman. Even now catching her relapsing she saw the look in her eyes, she wasn’t pissed off, wasn’t pouring the alcohol down the sink, she wasn’t taking control of her. She just wanted to help and listen. 

All the emotions y/n had worked so hard to lock away came crashing in and she crumbled under JJ’s loving and concerned stare. Tears stung her eyes and hoping gravity would work on her side she bent her neck, looking up to the ceiling, alas the unrelenting tears still came. Running down the sides of her face and taking home in her baby hairs. 

Footsteps slowly approached her and she came face to face with the blonde. She was pulled into a warm embrace as a hand wrapped around her waist and the other around the back of her head. Y/n didn’t fight back when JJ used her hand to lower her head so she was nuzzled into the crook of the blonde neck. Breathing in the scent of her golden honey locks instantly calmed her. The hand previously on her waist was now on her lower back moving in small circles. The security seeping from the embrace was enough to cause y/n to shake uncontrollably as she finally allowed herself to emote freely. 

A small kiss was placed to the temple of her head, and she grabbed onto JJ for dear life never wanting to be let go again. It felt like home, something she’d never found, but it looked like it was because this was it. Home was in JJ’s arms, in her warm embraces, in the small timid smiles they shared, the laughs they exchanged. 

She picked her head up and carefully placed her hands on JJ’s shoulders, looking into those ocean-blue eyes, they now appeared puffier and redder. She examined the beautiful face before her very eyes, not understanding how she got so lucky to have JJ to lean on. Then salty tears rolled down the older woman’s face, y/n cursed herself for making this soft, kind, and caring woman cry. Using her fingers she lightly wiped away the tears that rolled over JJ’s cheeks before mustering up the courage to speak. 

“I don’t want my past,” she looked to the bottle that was now on the table, “that was the only way I knew how to cope. So, I stupidly turned back to it.” 

Blue eyes softened and y/n could swear she felt the hand on her waist tighten. The alcohol was numbing all of her senses and it was hard to keep a grip on the events unfolding. She saw JJ’s eyes travel down to her lips. Y/n reached out and tugged a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ear. A smile appeared on her face as she revelled at how JJ’s eyes closed, and a breath of relief passed through those soft pink lips, tender lips begging to be kissed.

When JJ’s eyes fluttered open, she didn’t miss where the younger woman's eyes had settled. She realised somewhere between the crying and hugging both her hands were now firmly on y/n’s waist, which she was not complaining about. The smell of alcohol, unfortunately, deterred her from wanting to initiate anything, so she shuffled away a little from the close contact the two shared, earning her the most adorable saddening pout she’d ever seen y/n produce. 

With her hands still around the younger woman’s waist she continued, “I meant what I said before, I’m here, always. I want to help, I want to hold you, I want to protect you. I know no one can take away what happened to you, but this,” she gestured to the vodka, “isn’t the answer.”

“I know,” Y/n said lowering her head slightly, not for long though as a finger made its way under her chin to pick her head back up. 

They searched each other’s eyes for any doubt, darting back and forth between lips and eyes. It was taking too long, and y/n took things into her own hands, she pulled JJ in closer and was about to press their lips together when the finger previously on her chin pressed to her lips and stopped her just as their lips were about to meet. 

“I want you to promise me, you’ll call me next time. I- I care about you y/n and if this, us happens. It can’t be drunken kisses, it’s more for me, it’s always been more.” 

Before y/n could get a word in their lips met, and there in that kiss they formed an unspoken promise, this was her new way. JJ would hold her, keep her safe, and distract her in any and every way she could. 

The kiss itself was soft and slow, both women not wanting anything other than to enjoy the new sensations overtaking their bodies. Rejoicing in the softness of their lips gliding against one another. Time simply slipped away from them, until JJ heard three words against her lips causing heat to rush all over her body and a cheek-to-cheek grin to break out across her face.

“I love you.”

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[art-finds-a-way]

More from the Rebel AU

Tora goes on her first and most probably only undercover mission, accompanied by their experienced spy Jareau. Boy, this will be a disaster...  

#star wars oc #rebel au #tora ge'per #jareau

[creativvewritinng]

so did jj have any other siblings?

because in S2 E6 about 15 minutes in she said that she has a niece that is 8 years old

she must have had another sibling because her sister was i think like late teens, 16 i think.

she would have had to have the kid a little bit earlier, and jj never mentions her have a daughter.

so does that mean jj had another brother or sister? because i always thought that she was very strict and would never want to lie to victim's familys.

just a conspiracy theory though.

#jennifer jareau #jennifer #jareau #jj #jj jareau #agent jareau #cm #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid

[elainiisms]

"that ship isn't canon! that character isn't gay!" well thats not what the voices told me

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[whoisspence]

kidnapper: i have your child

hotch: which one i have five

kidnapper: the annoying one who won't shut the fuck up

hotch:

hotch: which one i have five

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #incorrect criminal minds quotes #criminal minds fandom #whoisspence

[forhappysake]

We're Okay

A/N - Guys idk where this came from. I guess I'm just feeling emotional and inspired.

Content - After JJ admits her decade-long love for Spencer, you and your boyfriend have to have a conversation to calm both of your doubts and fears.

Warnings: spencer reid x fem!reader, season 14 spoilers, anxiety, mentions of typical BAU-level crime stuff, fluff at the end

You walked in the door slowly, cautionary even; afraid the smallest noise would bring reality crashing down on you. The car ride home had been completely silent, as neither of you bothered to turn on the radio. Spencer shuffled in behind you, the click of the lock making you wince as you did your best to avoid his gaze. You stripped off your coat, throwing it over the couch before walking straight into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind you. 

As you started the shower and stripped off your clothes, the evening’s events rushed back into your mind. Being involved in a hostage situation with an unstable unsub was one thing. JJ being held at gunpoint was worse. However, as if all that wasn’t enough, JJ admitting her decade-long hidden love for Spencer was the final nail in the coffin. As you climbed into the shower, you did your best to let the water wash away the thoughts running through your head. 

Unfortunately, your attempt was unsuccessful. As you dried off and wrapped yourself in a towel, your mind raced. You’d been dating Spencer for nearly a year and a half. The two of you had just recently moved in together. Having known him and JJ for at least half a decade, you knew they were close, but you never would have guessed this was coming. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way she did. If so, what did this mean for your relationship?

After stalling in the bathroom for so long that goosebumps dotted your freshly dried body, you mustered up the courage to slip out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that you shared with Spencer. As you walked across the hallway, you could see his silhouette sitting on the living room couch, head bent forward. You couldn’t tell if he was reading or in deep thought, but you decided that either option was better than the alternative: trying to have a conversation. 

You snuck into the bedroom, gently turning on the bedroom light and letting your eyes adjust to the warm glow of your room. You meandered to the closet, pulling out a simple t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Slipping into your pajamas and stealing a glance at yourself in the vanity mirror, you noticed one of the many images covering the tabletop. 

A framed photograph from less than a year ago of JJ, Will, Spencer, and yourself with the boys on a weekend hiking trip. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest and wondered if Will had any idea what was going on in JJ’s head. You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that you had bigger problems of your own to deal with. You turned back to the bed, sliding under the covers and turning off the light. Despite your distress, you were exhausted and you found yourself losing track of time and drifting off to sleep in mere minutes. 

*  *  *

You awoke to the sound of the bedroom door latching shut. You rolled over, blinking your eyes open in an attempt to sneak a peak at your bedside alarm clock. You’d already been asleep for three hours and Spencer was just now coming to bed. It was well after midnight, and you knew that meant he had been up thinking about something. You figured it would be best not to push the subject after everything that had happened. 

With your eyes shut, you waited to feel the familiar sensation of Spencer climbing into bed. Instead, you felt his weight at the foot of the bed, as if he had perched himself on the end. You tried not to think much of this and did your best to fake sleep. However, it soon became apparent that Spencer was on to you. 

“I know you’re awake,” he said gently. His voice was gruff from the hours he’d spent in silence. Spencer waited before speaking again, “I think we should talk about what happened.” 

There it is, you thought. Your stomach sank as your eyes fluttered open. You rolled over to face him, leaning up on your arms. It was then you noticed that he was still in his suit. His unkempt hair fell over his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the disheveled man in front of you. “Alright,” you relented, still refusing to meet his eyes, “what do you want to talk about?”

Spencer rolled his neck, tension evident in his movements. “I want to know how you feel about what was said earlier,” he said. For the first time in hours, you met his eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity. You found no signs of dishonesty, so you fell back on the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. 

“I don’t know, Spencer,” you groaned. “I definitely was surprised. I definitely wasn’t thrilled.” Spencer nodded, moving some hair away from his eyes as you spoke. “But,” you started again, “it’s not like we can go back and change it now.” 

He reached an arm out, putting a hand over the covers on top of your knee. “I know,” he whispered, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

You scoffed a bit at his sincerity and his innocence, meeting his eyes once more. “And how do you feel about it?” you asked. 

Spencer bit his lip in thought. You could tell you had caught him off guard with the question, and he seemed to be calculating his response. “Can I be honest with you?” he said. 

You raised your eyebrows, the nervous feeling in your stomach intensifying. Is this where he tells you he feels the same way and leaves for good? You pushed your thoughts to the side. “Always,” you whispered.

He sighed, laying back on the bed so he was next to you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into his warmth. You knew this wasn’t the time, so you held yourself back and held your breath, awaiting his response. 

“First, I was confused,” Spencer explained, eyes locked on the ceiling. “I haven’t thought about JJ like that in over ten years. Frankly, I never knew she thought of me that way, so I was caught off-guard.” 

So he did have a crush on her at one time, you thought. You were ready to close your eyes in defeat, to slip off the bed and out of the apartment and never come back when he cleared his throat. 

“But then,” he started once more, “I had a quick epiphany of all the moments she’d gone out of her way for me, and I could understand where she was coming from.” You turned to look at him, watching his eyes scan the ceiling as he tried to come up with his next statements. 

“And?” you asked, prompting him to continue. 

“And then,” he continued your previous statement, “I was terribly appalled.” 

Your head, which had turned to the ceiling, snapped back in his direction. You felt your eyebrows raise and your jaw drop open a bit in surprise. “Appalled?” you asked, confusion evident in your expression. 

“Appalled,” Spencer echoed, sitting up on the edge of the bed once more and looking back at you. 

“Why?” you asked. 

Spencer shook his head, looking around the room. “I’ve been thinking about that for the last couple hours, and I’ve come up with a lot of reasons,” he mused. “I know she was in a tight place, but Will deserves better than that. The boys deserve better than that. But aside from them,” he leaned over on the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you must have thought. I was so afraid of your reaction and of losing you.”

Despite your evident emotional state as tears pooled in your eyes, you tried to play it off. “Spencer, this isn’t about me,” you reminded him. 

“Yes,” he said, lying next to you, “it is.” Spencer ran a hand through his hair, pulling some curls out of his eyes. “Everyone knows how much I love you. I know how scary something like this can be. But you have to know that I have no idea where this came from and that anything JJ and I had died, on my end, long before I ever met you.” 

You glanced over at him, the sincerity in his voice had moved you to believe him. For a moment, you forgot about JJ and Will, the boys, and the implications of her words. You offered his fingers a small squeeze. “So we’re okay?” you asked in a tiny voice. 

“More than,” Spencer whispered. 

He rolled on his side to face you and you mirrored his actions. He wrapped his arms tight around your body, the textured material of his suit jacket pressed against your cheek. A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead and you found yourself falling back into sleep. After several minutes passed, you felt Spencer’s voice rumble through his chest for a final time before he succumbed to sleep: “Ever since I met you,” he mumbled, smoothing some stray hairs away from your face, “it’s always been you.”

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[pathologicalreid]

nicknames | S.R.

in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: reader is referred to as a girl. i have this headcanon where when reid's IQ gets slashed to 60, he'd get so distracted that he'd run on autopilot, hence the willingness to handshake.

word count: 591

a/n: happy finals szn! this fic has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i finally decided to flesh it out. and maybe you should like and reblog this if you enjoy it (no pressure tho)

You were still filtering through your entry paperwork when the rest of the team filtered into the bullpen. David Rossi, who had helped you land this job in the first place, nodded in your direction before disappearing into his office. “Hey!” Someone called from across the bullpen, “Y/N, right?” Emily asked, setting her go bag in the chair at her desk before making her way over to your desk.

Smiling in response, “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you responded, reaching your hand out for her to shake. It was nice to be in the BAU, complete with a promotion from Special Agent to Supervisory Special Agent.

JJ walked over next, waving, and introducing herself as the communications liaison. “I’ve heard a lot of great things from your old CARD team,” she said, “I’m sure your skillset will come in handy here.”

You nodded in affirmation, “That’s the hope!” You answered, smiling at the prospect of your old team singing your praises.

Next, Derek approached, reaching out his hand for you to shake. Of course, you obliged and grinned at him. Part of you felt like you were meeting celebrities, the BAU was a big deal in the bureau. “Derek Morgan,” he introduced himself, “How long were you with CARD?”

“Five years,” you responded, it was a long time for anyone to deal solely with child abduction, but your team had the best rate in the bureau. Besides, you found the work rewarding.

Morgan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “that’s impressive.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’m really looking forward to working with you all.”

JJ looked behind her, “Oh, have you met Garcia?” She asked, peeking around the corner to where the technical analyst's office was.

Glancing down at the cat-shaped stress toy that she had given you when you arrived this morning, you smiled, “Yes, she was the first to greet me this morning. I think I’m just missing Dr. Reid.”

As if on cue, the young doctor walked into the bullpen, he had a worn leather satchel over his shoulder and looked like he might be talking to himself, “Reid!” Emily called over, getting his attention, and causing him to change course, approaching your desk. “Come meet, Y/N.”

He adjusted the strap of his satchel over his sweater before you reached out your hand for him to shake. “Oh, he doesn’t…” JJ began, but her voice trailed off when Dr. Reid shook your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dr. Reid,” you said, smiling at him. It felt good to know you had finally met the entire team.

He gave a close-lipped smile in return, “Reid is fine, or Spencer.” He said as you each dropped your hands to your sides.

Noticing everyone looking back and forth between the two of you as if you had already managed to do something wrong, you gathered all of your paperwork in your hands, “I should get this to Hotch.”

The rest of the team got the message and started to disperse to their respective desks, Reid’s being adjacent to yours. “Welcome to the team, pretty girl,” Morgan said to you before turning to his own paperwork.

You hugged your paperwork to your chest as if you were protecting it. Quietly, you muttered, “I really hope that nickname doesn’t stick.”

Across from you, there was a short laugh, almost a scoff. “It will,” Spencer responded in the same reverent tone. For a second, you thought it might be a joke, but you could tell by his facial expression that he was serious.

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[criminalmindsverse]

CRIMINAL MINDS 2.21 — "Open Season"

#ours #by emily #cm s2 #cm 2x21 #criminalmindsedit #tvedit #cmedit #criminal minds #gif #jennifer jareau #jj jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #tuserkers #sophiedevreaux #userkayjay #userari #singinprincess

[jemilies]

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[veeluvss]

How the team would react to you being personally connected to a case:

Female edition

I want this to be a sweet, oneshot kind of vibe with each character

Reader is personally connected to a case, each different for each character

Please ask for requests :)

JJ -

you’re back at your home town, dealing with a case close to childhood friends.

You couldn’t look in the eye of any of the team. Your childhood best friend had grown up be an unsub: murdering young girls. At first, you ran up to them, hugged them. They even kissed you but the growing suspicion in your gut made you suspect the one person who got you through childhood. The one person you thanked your lucky stars for everyday.

JJ walked over to you, a coffee for you in her hand and sat opposite you. She slid you the coffee and took a sip of her own.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered gently. You scoffed. “It’s not. You had no idea. These things happen to people unfortunately. Please don’t blame yourself, love.”

You sighed, “maybe if I spoke to him more - paid for his therapy it would be different.”

“Maybe so, but maybe not. Don’t blame yourself for living your own life y/n. He’s responsible for his own actions,” she muttered. Your eyes filled with tears and you let your shoulders slump. JJ set down her coffee and moved to the sofa seat beside you. The simple, gentle rub on your back made the dam break. She pulled you into her arms, holding your head close to her chest. You needed this hug.

Emily-

The victim has experienced the same trauma as you, forcing you to confront your own demons during the cognitive interview.

“Hey, y/n, wait up.” Emily said quickly as you left the room. Your heart was pounding hard in your chest, your vision was blurry- you felt sick. You didn’t want to wait up. You felt as if you could hurl at any moment. Yet, it was Emily and you couldn’t not listen to her.

You turned to her, hot tears streaming down your cheeks and her face was full of concern. “What’s happened?” She asked, resting her hand on your shaking ones as you rubbed them furiously together. You were hyper aware of the multiple people around you and you felt vulnerable. Emily, being the best profiler, knew this and walked you into a side room. She shut the door softly and you fell into even more tears. She grabbed you, holding you close.

“My dad-“ you stuttered out, in her arms. “He did the same.”

“Oh, honey,” she held you tighter, stroking your hair. “Do you want to sit out of this one?” She asked and you didn’t want to, you didn’t want to leave because people would ask questions but all of your emotions were driving you wild. You only nodded in her arms and she planted a soft kiss on your temple.

“That’s okay, you head back to the hotel and I’ll tell the team you’re poorly. Do you want me to come with you?” You shook your head but sent her a small thank you whilst wiping your tears.

“I’ll come check on you later,” she whispered, caressing your arm and looking at you with big eyes.

PG-

You had distanced yourself from the team after a particularly tough case. No one knew why but Garcia, after investigating. She sends you a voicemail.

“Hey my sugar,

So don’t hate me but I was a little worried about you. I know, I know, you told us all not to be but I haven’t seen you around recently. I miss you and your little laugh. And your little legs too. *giggle*

I saw that you were related to the unsub. I’m sorry sweetheart, I really am. It’s not a good feeling to have and sometimes we all need a little rest. That’s okay.

However; we all need a pick me up to. I’ll be at yours for 5pm. With wine, ice-cream and some kittens - I’ve been adopting them.

I love you so much y/n. I hope you know that. The whole team are here for you and I’m always here as a shoulder to cry on.

Your love,

PG.”

Tara-

The unsub suffers from the same mental health disorder as you. You feel victimised by the team as they list off the symptoms similar to yours.

You stood in the corner, arms crossed, face flat. The team presented their profile - making sure the officers knew exactly who they were looking for but at this point, they may as well be looking for you. Yet you’d tried to tell them the profile was wrong. He wasn’t suffering from this condition, no matter how much he said he was in his letters. Once the group dispersed, Tara noticed you staring at the floor. She knew instantly, knowing all about your diagnosis as she was the one who suggested you talk to a professional.

“We know that not everyone with this condition is this violent,” Tara muttered to you, standing beside you and playing with files. You scoffed and put some hair behind your ear.

“Sure as hell seems like you think it,” you sighed.

“Y/n,” Tara sighed, turning to you. “This unsub has another branch, another brain to you. All mental health is different and although you fall under the same tree it doesn’t mean you’re anything like him.”

“Tell that to the rest of the team who seem to think I’m capable of cold blooded murder,” you groaned, walking away.

Half an hour later, Tara came to the team. “I think I’ve found a trigger.” She told them. She went on to explain what she thought made the unsub start killing. “And I’ve done some research,” she sighed, glancing at you. “*insert mental disorder* has a tendency to make the sufferer timid and shy around others - not violent. Actually the opposite so although he says he has it on the ransom notes, it doesn’t fit the profile.”

“They’re not violent?”

“No. They stir away from violence and confrontation.” Tara confirmed.

“Okay so he doesn’t have it then,” JJ said. You nodded, smiling. You knew you were right.

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[hotchnerbau]

“found family❤️” and it’s the most traumatized group of people you’ve ever seen

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[rynbutt]

safe. | spencer reid.

You were pregnant but JJ had just left the team and they needed you. You hadn't told anyone; you hadn't even told Spencer.

my masterlist!

cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, guns, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs (antidepressants and opioids), mentions of car accident, gunshot wounds, death of pregnant woman, general criminal minds themes.

wc: 6.2k

a/n: bruh this was a looooong one! dw some banging smut coming in the next one with post-prison reid >:3

now playing... Fare Well by Hozier

This was really starting to piss you off.

You fell to your knees as bile pushed up your throat, your skin paling as you vomited for the third time today. You tried to keep something, anything, down but you would just wind up curled in on yourself and sweating in the corner of the bathroom stall. You ate a couple of crackers and sipped on water to keep your empty stomach satiated– But you always ended up right back here on the bathroom floor with your head between your knees trying to will the pain away.

Emily noticed your pale complexion and how exhausted you looked, offering to get you some medicine or ask Hotch about sitting out of the next few cases. You told her you were fine, that it was just stress. That answer seemed to satisfy her enough, though she wasn’t fully convinced. To be fair, your workload had increased tenfold since JJ was forced to accept the job at the Pentagon, and you missed her terribly but you were proud of her. But you really could have used her advice right about now.

Because you swore this baby had it out for you.

You found out you were pregnant just over a week ago and you still hadn’t told Spencer. You were still wrapping your head around the whole thing because initially, you didn’t think you were pregnant, you just thought your body was dealing with the stress and workload in, frankly, a bizarre way. Hotch had wanted you to take over doing JJ’s job as communication liaison, which were rather important shoes to fill. He had total faith in your ability to do JJ’s job as well as do your own as a profiler, but you weren’t so sure anymore. 

You would tell Spencer when you were ready and right now was not a good time. Everyone was surviving on four hours of sleep a night, far too many cups of coffee and sheer willpower. The absolute last thing they needed was to lose another team member. So you soldiered on like a champion– a champion who still held her head over the bureau’s less than impressive toilet while she threw her guts up.

“Y/N?” You didn’t even hear the bathroom door open, the ringing rattling around your skull distracting you from your surroundings. Penelope’s heels clicked against the tiles as she cautiously peered around the wall of the last stall where you kneeled on the ground. “Oh my god, sweet thing! What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, Pen,” your voice was hoarse when you finally replied. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and tried to smooth your hair down, attempting to look at least semi-presentable before you left the bathroom to pretend everything was okay.

“No, no, my girl, you are not fine!” Penelope stood in behind you, pulling your hair out of your face as you vomited the last remnant of your soul into the toilet. “You need to talk to Hotch, you’ve got a bug or something, my dear. You shouldn’t even be at work when you’re this sick, let me talk to him for you and you just go home–”

“I’m not sick, Penelope!” You didn’t mean to shout at her, you really didn’t, you just felt awful and felt like a shell of yourself with how poorly you’d been sleeping and eating paired with all the stress of doing JJ’s job as well as your own. It was just a lot.

Penelope went quiet but stayed close to you, still holding your hair as you sat back on your heels, running your hands down your face. She let out a soft sigh, knowing you didn’t mean to shout at her. Penelope was stressed too– everyone was.

“I’m sorry, Pen,” you mumbled, your throat hurting from all the vomiting and coughing you’d managed to do today– it had to be a record honestly. 

Penelope just shook her head at you, reaching her hand out toward you, “you don’t have to apologise, sweet girl, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.” You shook your head, you still felt bad and shouting at sweet Penelope was not the way to deal with all the emotions swirling around in your head.

“It’s not fair,” you replied as she helped you to your feet, gently guiding you over to the basin to help you clean yourself up. “You’re stressed too, I didn’t mean to yell.”

Penelope brushed some of your hair out of your face, her gaze narrowing as she watched you, waiting for you to tell her what was going on. It never came and she knew she would have to push you a little. Penelope thought it was necessary though because seeing you like this was awful and she couldn’t even imagine how Spencer would react if he knew how sick you were.

“What’s going on?” Penelope’s voice was soft; gentle, just trying to get you to talk so she could help. You were stubborn when it came to asking for help and by the time you did, you had hurt yourself more than necessary trying to solve it yourself. Not this time though– Penelope refused.

“I’m okay–” you looked at Penelope and she raised her brows at you, not accepting that answer in the slightest. You sighed, knowing this is a fight you wouldn’t win. “I’m pregnant.”

Penelope’s jaw nearly hit the floor. She knew something was up with you but pregnant? That was not on this year's bingo card. “What?? Y/N that’s–” she gauged your expression and she really couldn’t tell if you were upset or happy about being pregnant. She cut herself off before she finished her sentence, pulling her lips into a line. “Are we happy about this news or are we…?”

“We’re…” you were happy. Honestly, you were. You and Spencer had talked about having kids one day, ideally after you were married but that didn’t seem to be going to plan. You’d been with Spencer for three years, in the BAU for four, it’s not like your relationship was new or in the honeymoon phase, it just wasn’t the original plan and that scared the hell out of you. But you were happy to be carrying his child– the timing was just piss poor. “We’re happy… just scared.”

“Oh, baby,” Penelope cooed. “Of course you’re scared, it’s a huge adjustment. But I know you and I know Spencer, you guys will nail this parenting business.” Penelope managed to prove time and time again why she was your best friend. You often wondered if she knew you better than you knew yourself, which wouldn’t really surprise you given her job.

“I hope so.” You smiled softly, feeling somewhat human again after splashing water on your face and washing your hands. You knew Spencer would be a good dad, he was so good with kids and he was so gentle and patient with you. He was meant to be a dad. You just weren’t sure if you were meant to be a mother. You wanted to be a family with Spencer, it made you feel warm just thinking about it, but you were a person who worried about almost everything, even the things out of your control. What scared you was how in control you were. 

“I’m surprised Spencer hasn’t told everyone, that boy is obsessed with you and you’re making him a dad? God, it must be killing him sitting on this–” Penelope suddenly looked at you wide-eyed, connecting the dots all on her own. You winced as you watched her figure it out, gritting your teeth as she let out a soft gasp. “You haven’t told him?!”

You covered your face with your hands, letting out a muffled squeal of frustration into your palms. You would tell him eventually, just not right now, he was far too busy and was already stressing about his own workload, you couldn’t imagine how much more stressed he would be if he found out you were still in the field while pregnant.

“Pen, please,” you turned to her, “please keep this to yourself. I– We can’t deal with this right now. JJ’s gone and everyone is worked to the bone, I can’t do this to everyone right now, especially Spencer.” Penelope looked at you sympathetically, you knew you were asking a lot of her to keep it to herself, especially when Penelope wasn’t great at keeping secrets.

“Y/N, sweetie, you’re going to have to tell them eventually– You’re an FBI Agent. Being in the field is so dangerous and you don’t just have yourself to think about anymore.” You knew Penelope was right. You carried a gun around for Christ’s sake, you literally hunted down serial killers, active shooters, total psychopaths and everything in between. The field was no place for a pregnant woman. 

“I know, I know,” you sighed, resting both of your hands on the basin in front of you.

“...How far along are you?”

“Twelve weeks,” you said softly, resting your hand against your belly. You didn’t have much of a bump yet but you were sure it would sneak up on you before you even realised. Lucky for you, you wore a lot of baggy sweaters around the office so you had some wriggle room when it came to hiding it.

“...My money’s on a girl,” Penelope was trying to make you feel better. She really was helping because the idea of Spencer hosting tea parties, getting covered in kitten stickers and his hair being covered in tiny butterfly clips made your heart swell.

You let out a soft laugh, “I think so too.”

“Alright, my love, I think we should leave this bathroom before they send out a search party,” Penelope laughed, linking her arm with yours to guide you out of the bathroom. 

You honestly did feel better after talking to Penelope and throwing the rest of your guts up. She made sure to remind you about ten times to call her if you needed anything, you promised you would because it did make you feel better knowing that someone knew about your pregnancy and you didn’t have to bear the weight of the news alone.

You sat down at your desk with a sigh, sipping on your water bottle to soothe your raw throat. You popped a piece of gum in your mouth, willing the taste of bile away. You let out a huff of air as you stared down at all the paperwork you had to do. Doing JJ’s job proved to be intense, especially when you were doing your own work on top of her’s. You picked up your pen when you felt Spencer press a kiss to the crown of your head as he placed a mug of hot coffee on your desk in front of you.

You smiled, craning your neck to look up at him. Spencer took the opportunity to kiss you softly, one of his hands resting on the side of your desk while the other rested on the back of your chair. You smiled against his lips, “shouldn’t you be working?” You teased.

“Are you trying to get me to go away?” Spencer looked at you curiously. You rolled your eyes playfully because of course you didn’t want him to go away. If anything, you wanted him to pick you up and take you home right this second.

“Yes, Spencer,” you replied sarcastically, “I’m trying to get you to go away.” Spencer wasn’t great with sarcasm but he had come to understand your humour over the years. He just grinned and pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Sarcasm is rooted in truth, angel,” Spencer retorted with a gentle smile. 

“I am joking, but we both have a lot of work to do, Spence. I don’t know how I’m going to manage doing JJ’s job as well as my own,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair.

“There’s a reason Hotch wanted you to do it. I don’t think he could have picked anyone more capable,” Spencer replied. Maybe it was the hormones and the fact you were carrying a baby, but the comment made you want to cry. Spencer frowned as he watched your face fall, “what’s wrong, angel?”

“No, nothing,” You replied, sniffling quietly. You gave him a genuine smile, “I’m fine, Spence. I promise–”

“New case just came in,” Morgan called to the two of you, gesturing toward the meeting room at the back of the office with a manila folder in his hand. 

You looked at Morgan with a confused expression because now it was your job to decide what cases the team took after JJ’s departure. Morgan told you the case went straight to Hotch this time; an old friend had called in a favour. 

Spencer pulled a chair out for you, taking the seat right beside you in the meeting room. You opened the case file the moment Penelope dropped it in front of you.

“The victims are 20-year-old Evan Miller and 21-year-old Daniel Clark, both engineering students at Caltech. They were shot three days apart outside their family homes in the local area of Pasadena, California.” You followed along with Penelope as she gave a run down of the victims and the circumstances of their deaths.

The killings were straightforward, the UnSub didn’t try to dispose of the bodies and the men were simply shot in the head execution style. It didn’t seem like the doings of a serial killer who would usually seek some kind of sexual release from torturing and killing their victims. If anything, it seemed like revenge killings.

“They were just shot?” Emily questioned, eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the crime scene photos. 

“Once in the head,” Hotch replied, “there were no witnesses around which suggests the UnSub knew the routine of the victims and the neighbourhood.”

“Could be a stalker?” Penelope suggested.

“Stalker victims are usually the object of a stalker’s affection, they rarely act in violence let alone such a blunt killing,” You replied, confused by the nature of such a straightforward murder.

Spencer flicked through the victim’s files, “the single shot to the head suggests the UnSub just wanted them dead. No physical evidence of sexual release or torture… This could be some kind of revenge killing.”

“Did these victims know each other?” You asked.

“According to their parents, they came from the same friend group,” Penelope replied. 

“Wheels up in thirty. Garcia, you're coming with us. Get your go bag,” Hotch said, quickly standing up from his chair. Penelope made a small noise of surprise before quickly ushering out of the meeting room. Hotch didn’t usually have Penelope come along but given you were short a very valuable member of your team, Penelope had started coming along more often. Not that you would ever complain having Penelope around. 

You pinned up the last of the crime scene photos on the board, standing back with your hands on your hips. Spencer was writing on the whiteboard next to you, jotting down all the things you knew about the victims and possible motives of the UnSub. Hotch and Morgan were engaging in formalities with the local detectives on the case while Penelope got herself settled in the makeshift office they had set up for the team. 

“The parents of the victims are here,” Emily poked her head into the office. “Y/N, Hotch wants you to talk to Ben and Sarah Miller, I’ve got the Clarks.”

“Alright, I got it,” you replied, letting out a dejected sigh. 

“You okay?” Spencer gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear, turning his full attention to you. You let out another sigh, nodding your head tiredly. “You can do this,” he said quietly, his eyes shifting between yours.

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled softly. Spencer planted a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving the office, leaving Spencer and Penelope alone. 

“...I think she needs a break,” Penelope said after a beat. 

Spencer looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, “what makes you say that?”

Penelope tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, “she’s doing JJ’s job and her own. I mean, I think she’s the right girl for the job but… you know what she’s like.”

Spencer sighed, he knew exactly what you were like. You always held yourself and your work to such a high standard and you often overworked yourself to make everyone happy. “Yeah, I know. I’ll talk to her when we get back to the hotel.”

“I think that’s a great idea, lover boy,” Penelope grinned.

You opened the office door, files in hand. Mr and Mrs Miller immediately stood up as you entered and you gave them a sympathetic smile. Mrs Miller had clearly been crying, still clutching a tissue in her hand while her husband paced around the office.

“Please, have a seat, Mr Miller,” you said gently.

“I’ll stand,” he replied firmly. You decided not to argue and sat down on the chair opposite the couch where Mrs Miller sat.

“Mrs Miller, I’m Agent L/N, I’m with the Behavioural Analysis Unit in the FBI–”

“FBI?” She questioned. “Was Evan in trouble?”

“We suspect he and his friend Daniel were killed by the same person,” you explained. Mrs Miller let out a soft gasp, her hand coming to rest over her mouth. 

“Is it alright if I ask you a few questions about Evan?” You asked. Sarah didn’t say anything but she nodded her head, fresh tears forming in her eyes. “Daniel and Evan knew each other, right?”

“They went to high school together,” Sarah replied, her voice shaking. “They were so excited when they both got into Caltech,” she smiled sadly, fresh tears streaming down her face.

“Do you have any idea who killed our son?” Ben asked, his voice sounding angry.

“That’s what we’re here for,” you said, “we’re here to find who killed your son and why–”

“‘Why”?” Ben repeated, “he was just a kid.”

You sighed softly, “I understand that, sir. We’re just trying to figure out a possible connection.”

“Evan and Daniel were good kids. They would never hurt a fly,” Sarah frowned, sniffling softly as she began crying again. 

“Did Daniel and Evan hang around the same social groups?” You asked, turning your attention to Mr Miller, who was still pacing around the office with his arms crossed. “Maybe in some kind of extracurricular activities?”

“They were both on the college basketball team,” Ben said after a beat. “Why? You think this asshole is going to kill more of these kids?”

“I am just trying to get an idea of the social groups Evan and Daniel were a part of,” you didn’t want to get into the gory details of why you were asking such questions and decided they were both far too emotional for you to keep asking them questions; you would let Hotch handle it. “I need to speak with my team but I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” You rested a hand on Mrs Miller’s shoulder and you couldn’t shake how much you missed JJ doing this part.

You let out a sigh as you left the office, rubbing the tension in the back of your neck. You slowly walked over to Hotch, “Evan was on the Caltech Basketball team, he and Daniel went to high school together and Evan’s parents were adamant he was a good kid. I think he was a good kid, just got involved with the wrong people.”

Hotch let out a breath, “I want you and Prentiss to go to the school, talk to the faculty, basketball team coach, anything you can get.”

You nodded, gesturing to Emily on the other side of the bullpen. She firmly nodded at you and the two of you left for the school.

The team worked the case for two days before another body showed up. Everyone was starting early and finishing late to find the person who was doing this and you worked closely with the detectives and other officers on the case. Hotch gave the profile as soon as the team was certain but given the demographic of the suburban areas he was targeting these boys, it was rather unremarkable. The third body belonged to 21-year-old Oliver Marsh, another Caltech student studying Physics. He was shot once in the head while walking his dog no further than a block from his house. 

You stood in the middle of Oliver’s bedroom staring at the posters and certificates that littered his walls. Spencer rifled through papers on his desk, mostly finding papers related to physics journals and essays for school. Emily and David were downstairs talking to the parents while Hotch and Morgan went to see the crime scene.

You walked over to his bedside table pulling it open. There were a lot of birthday cards and a game boy but what caught your attention was the little clear yellow bottles with white caps. You lifted the first bottle out, reading the label–

“Oliver was taking Oxycodone,” you said softly, catching Spencer’s attention. “...And Escitalopram,” you spun on your heel, showing Spencer the two bottles. Spencer took the bottles from your hands, eyebrows furrowed as he carefully read the labels. “Chronic pain?” you suggested.

“Could be,” Spencer replied. “He could have been taking non-steroidal anti-inflammatories too, they’re typically over the counter.”

You rifled through the drawer again, pulling out a blue box, “Yeah, he was taking Ibuprofen too.”

“We should talk to the parents,” Spencer said. You nodded and the two of you ushered down the stairs to where his parents sat in the living room with David and Emily. “Was Oliver suffering from chronic pain?” Spencer quickly questioned before he even fully made it into the living room.

Oliver’s mother held a tissue to her nose, glancing at Emily with a confused expression. You put your hand on Spencer’s bicep, “Has Oliver injured himself recently? Maybe a fall or injury while playing sports?”

Oliver’s father shook his head, “No, not recently. He’s been on those antidepressants for a few years and takes the codeine when he has– had flare-ups.”

“Flare-ups?” David asked pointedly.

“He was in a car accident four years ago,” Mrs Marsh said, “He was in the passenger seat and was in a coma for two weeks… he hadn’t really been the same after that, got really sad and antisocial… he was in a lot of pain too.”

“He had to stop playing Football and running track, his body just couldn’t keep up,” Mr Marsh added, his eyes glazing over. “He lost a lot of friends, I don’t think I ever saw him hang out with anyone, Physics became everything to him.”

“Do you have evidence of his medical records anywhere?” Spencer asked. “Just so I can look them over.”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Mrs Marsh stood up, Spencer following her to their home office on the other side of the house.

You sat down across from Mr Marsh, “The accident he was in,” you started, “what happened?”

He looked at you with a pain in his eyes, “He was in the car with some of his friends and they were driving home from a party and it was late. I think they were all…” he hesitated for a moment, “they were all drunk.”

“Who was in the car?” Emily asked, not liking where this was going.

“...Evan Miller and Daniel Clark,” his father began to cry, holding his hand over his mouth. You felt your eyes widen, this was a revenge killing.

“Who was driving, Mr Marsh?” David asked quickly.

“Um, god–” He sniffled softly, “Peter… Peter something, he was older than them, I really don’t remember.”

“Thank you, Mr Marsh,” You stood up, quickly moving to the front door to call Penelope. You pulled out your phone, dialling her number. She picked up after the first ring.

“How may I be of service, oh queen of my country?” she sang, her fingers typing furiously against her keyboard. 

“I need you to look into an accident for me, four years ago,” you said with your hand on your hip. “Oliver Marsh, Daniel Clark and Evan Miller were all in the accident too. See if you can find newspaper articles, news segments, anything– I think we know who the last target is.”

“Right, give me a moment,” Penelope replied. You heard her typing before she stopped, “Oh no…” she mumbled softly.

“What’s wrong, Pen?” You furrowed your brows.

“Peter Harvey,” Penelope sighed, “he’s the last boy… He was driving with three other high school boys; Oliver, Daniel and Evan when they struck an oncoming car and killed a pregnant woman on impact; her husband walked away without a scratch.”

“Shit.” You cursed, “What’s his name?”

“Jonathan Hughes, his wife was Katherine… she was 8 months pregnant, Y/N.” Penelope sounded so pained and you knew she was thinking of you and the small baby you were carrying. “Y/N…”

“I know, Pen… After this case wraps up… I’ll tell everyone,” you replied with a gentle sigh.

“And you’ll take time off?” Penelope sounded like she was lecturing you.

You smiled to yourself, “Yeah, Penelope. I’ll take some time off.”

“Okay… I’ll send Hotch and Morgan Jonathan’s last known address, I’m sending you Peter Harvey’s address–”

Your phone beeped as Penelope sent the address through. “Where would I be without you, Pen?”

“Nowhere good, my love,” you could hear the smile in her voice. You quickly hung up before walking back into the Marsh’s house. 

Emily and David turned to look at you, “We’ve got him.”

“Alright, you guys go, I’ll grab Reid and we’ll be right behind you,” David waved you off and Emily quickly ushered the two of you to the car. 

Emily was speeding toward the address Penelope had given you while you called Hotch and Morgan, filling them in on all the information Penelope had given you. They agreed to go to Jonathan’s address to hopefully intersect him before he left for Peter Harvey. You were always nervous when it came to these parts of the case because you couldn’t control the outcome no matter how hard you tried. A grieving man was going around killing these young men and while it was awful what he was doing; you could sympathise with him and the pain he was feeling over losing his wife and unborn child. 

You instinctively rested a hand over your belly, your thumb stroking the small curve. You couldn’t even imagine how much pain Spencer would be in if he lost you, let alone your child too. You would tell him and you would ask Hotch about taking some time off later in your pregnancy and sitting out of cases like this. 

“Shit he’s already here,” Emily cursed when she noticed Jonathan’s SUV parked a couple of blocks from Peter’s address. “Call Hotch.”

You dialled Hotch’s number and he picked up almost instantly, “What is it, L/N?”

“He’s already here, his SUV is parked a couple blocks down from Peter’s address. He’s already out looking for him,” You quickly said.

“We’re on our way, units are already on route,” he hung up after that. 

Emily pulled the car up on the gutter, the car skidding to a stop. You immediately pushed the door open, holding your gun by your thigh as you ran across the lawn to Peter Harvey’s house. You knocked on the door and a woman answered after a beat.

“Mrs Harvey?” You asked, panting softly.

“Yes?”

“Is your son Peter here?”

“No, he went to the store down the street an hour ago, he should be back soon… What is this about?” She asked, her hand gripping the door in concern.

“We believe someone dangerous may be looking for your son,” Emily said. Mrs Harvey rested her hand over her mouth, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

“Mom?” You spun around and Peter stood with a plastic bag of groceries in his hand in the middle of the lawn.

It all happened almost in slow motion. You saw a figure wearing dark clothes stalking across the lawn and without even thinking, you darted toward Peter as the UnSub pulled the gun out of his coat, aiming it straight at Peter’s head. You could hear Emily yelling at Mrs Harvey to go back inside before she pulled out her gun and aimed it at the UnSub; but it was too late.

You shoved Peter to the ground as he fired, feeling the shot burn through your shoulder as both you and Peter fell to the ground. You instinctively pressed a hand to your burning shoulder, warm blood oozing from the wound and through your fingers. 

“Jonathan Hughes?” You said, your breathing heavy as you tried to fight through the pain. He held his gun right in front of your face.

“Move,” he grunted, his eyes glassy.

“I know what happened to your wife,” you breathed trying to stall him as more police cars with blaring sirens pulled into the street.

“They killed her,” tears streamed down his face and you honestly felt bad for him. 

“It was an accident,” you replied softly.

“They were drunk,” he almost yelled, his hand shaking as his gun was still trained on you.

“I know,” you said, “It was a stupid mistake that haunted them, Jonathan. I know it doesn’t change what happened but these boys–”

“They’re monsters!” he shouted, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

You saw David and Spencer get out of the car. Spencer’s heart was in his throat when he saw you kneeled on the ground, shielding Peter with your body while your hand and shirt were covered in your own blood. He didn’t even pick up his gun as he began stalking toward you.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft when he called you at first, then it turned to outright concern and anger, “Y/N? No, no!”

David grabbed Spencer’s arm, pulling him back as Spencer fought against him, trying to get to you. It was irrational and it was dangerous. David quickly picked up his walkie, “An agent has been shot, we need an ambulance.”

“Who was shot?!” Penelope’s voice rang out in the car as she spoke to Morgan and Hotch.

“I repeat, agent L/N is shot, we need an ambulance,” David spoke before putting his walkie away to hold Spencer back, pulling him to the ground.

“Morgan! Oh my god!” Penelope felt tears form in her eyes.

“It’s okay, babygirl, she’s going to be alright,” Morgan said, trying to reassure her as Hotch stepped on the accelerator. 

“No, Morgan, you don’t understand–”

“We’re going to get an ambulance–”

“She’s pregnant!” Penelope blurted out, not knowing what else to say for them to understand the gravity of why Penelope was so upset and concerned. 

Hotch hesitated for a moment, “She’s what?”

Penelope let out a shaky breath, “she’s twelve weeks pregnant, Hotch. She wasn’t going to tell anyone until after the case– and now she’s been shot.” Penelope began to cry, holding her hand over her mouth as tears slipped from her eyes.

Hotch hadn’t sped that fast since he found out Foyet was in his house. He cared about his team a lot and he had a soft spot for you even though he wouldn’t admit it. The tires skidded along the road as Hotch pulled on the handbrake, both him and Morgan training their guns on the UnSub as they approached.

Morgan’s heart hurt at the sight of you, your skin slightly paled as blood bloomed from your shoulder, drenching your arm and your hands. You looked so scared as the UnSub trained his gun on you, unmoving. Emily had her gun aimed at the UnSub, yelling for him to put it down.

“Jonathan Hughes!” Morgan’s voice caught your attention. “Put down the gun!”

“Don’t move!” Jonathan shouted, “I’ll shoot her!”

“No you won’t, man,” Morgan shook his head.

“How do you know that!? She’s in my way!” He shouted back.

“She’s pregnant,” Morgan sighed. Your eyes widened as you looked at Morgan, who looked back at you with a sad expression. 

Spencer stopped fighting against David, his breathing evening out as the words fell on his ears. You were pregnant. You were carrying his baby and you got shot and now you had a gun held up in front of your face. Spencer didn’t even realise he was crying, his tears cold against his warm skin. All he could do was watch, there was nothing he could do.

Jonathan glanced at you as you held your hand over your belly. “W-What?”

Morgan reached a hand out as he got closer. “Just like your wife, Jonathan… You wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman like those boys did.” 

Jonathan seemed to dissociate, staring at you with such a hurt expression as Morgan leapt forward, grabbing the gun from Jonathan’s hands and tossing it across the grass. He pushed Jonathan to the ground, pinning his hands behind his back. You let out a breath as you felt yourself grow tired. Emily caught you before you fell the rest of the way to the ground, holding you close to her body as she screamed for a medic. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Emily gently rocked you, “you’re going to be fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears running down your cheeks.

Your eyes were heavy as you attempted to pry them open.

You let out a shaky breath as you finally pulled your eyes open, the smell of disinfectant hit you first, followed by the sounds of beeping. You were in the hospital. You glanced down at your arm, an IV stuck in your arm while a pulse oximeter was clipped to your finger. Despite the fact the doctor had prescribed pain medication, you still felt like shit and your shoulder was killing you.

A soft noise caught your attention and you glanced at the chair next to your bed, Spencer sound asleep in a chair with a hospital blanket draped over him. You smiled softly as you saw the flowers, balloons and plushies littered around your room, most likely a courtesy of Penelope.

“She’s awake,” Morgan smiled, standing in the doorway. 

You grinned at him, “Hi, Derek.”

Morgan slowly walked over to your bed. “Feeling okay, pretty girl?” Morgan gently grabbed your hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“I’m okay,” you replied. You almost didn’t want to ask but you knew you had to, “...is the baby okay?”

“Your baby is fine,” Morgan replied with a soft smile. You let out a breath of relief as you placed a hand over your tummy protectively. “...You scared the life out of everyone though.”

“I know,” you sighed.

“Especially your lover boy,” Morgan said, “he hasn’t left your side.”

“Sounds like my Spencer,” you laughed softly. 

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice was laced with sleep as he opened his eyes. He quickly got up, ditching the blanket on the floor to tend to you.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Morgan quickly said before leaving the room.

Spencer’s warm hands cupped your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I thought I lost you, Y/N.” He let out a breath, pulling away to stare at your face and stroke your cheeks with his thumbs. You reached a hand up to grip his forearm.

“I’m sorry–”

“You don’t need to–”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Tears formed in your eyes as you stared up at him, searching for any kind of anger or resentment. There wasn’t any, he could never be mad at you.

“I wouldn’t have let you come on the case,” he replied after a beat. “I wouldn’t have let you leave the house.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you… I knew you would be protective– more protective,” you corrected with a soft smile. 

“I’m aware,” Spencer pulled his lips into a tight smile. “You know the odds of… complications are higher in the first trimester, angel. You should have told me,” he frowned.

“I know, Spence,” you sighed. “I just wanted to make sure I was in the clear before I told you… I understand being shot isn’t necessarily helping with that but–”

“I understand,” he replied. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You stared at him for a moment, “are you happy?”

“Happy?”

“That I’m pregnant? I know we’re not married and our jobs are crazy but–”

Spencer cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips, he pulled away slightly, “I’ve never been more happy,” he whispered.

You beamed with happiness, a bright smile tugging on your lips. Spencer hesitantly pressed a hand to your belly, his thumb stroking your tiny bump.

“Penelope thinks it’s a girl,” you muttered.

“...What do you think?” He asked curiously.

“I think she might be right,” you giggled softly.

“You know you can’t actually tell yet,” Spencer said and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“You asked what I thought!” you retorted.

He laughed softly, “Yes, you’re right, you’re right.”

“Mmm, did that taste like poison to admit?”

“Are gunshot victims supposed to be this mouthy?”

a/n: phew! i hope you guys liked it <3 i know i disappeared for a hot minute but here she is!!!

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #x reader #spencer reid fluff #cm spencer #dr reid #spencer reid x pregnant!reader #pregnant reader #female reader #spencer reid x fem reader #penelope garcia #criminal minds dr reid #cm x reader #derek morgan #david rossi #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #jj #emily prentiss

[art-finds-a-way]

Rebel AU

"Remember, stay with me and try to avoid unecessary conversation with anyone. If you need to talk, just remain by your script." said Jareau as they walked down the ramp of the comp.

"But what if they ask me something I don't know the answer to...?" asked Tora nervously.

"Don't worry, you have your credentials, they will follow protocol once they cleared and won't bother you further. They will only ask the regular questions we went through, you know the answers to those." explained Jareau, then added on a much quieter tone. "Otherwise the Force help us if you need to lie..."

"Not helping!" looked Tora at the spy tensely.

"Don't worry, it will be fine, I'm with you." said Jareau in an attempt to calm her nerves but his distorted voice coming from behind the helmet was many things but soothing.

Tora swallowed and adjusted her cap. She tried to straighten her back and make her steps look confident as she saw from other officers while they walked down a corridor to an elevator.

They stood there for a minute until the door finally opened in front of them and Tora felt as if she stepped off a cliff. She let out a small squeak as she stared up at the tall, blonde young man standing inside the cabin.

No kriffing way...

She saw recognition on the ISB agent's face as well, as they just looked at each other.

Tora had no idea what to do, her heart jumped to her throat, within ten minutes of being undercover she managed to bump into the only person in the entire Empire who could recognize her!! Why??

#star wars oc #rebel au #tora ge'per #agent kallus #alexsandr kallus #kallora #jareau

[youbutstupid]

Something that really gets to me about Hotch is how patient he is with his team. You never really see him lose his temper with them, even when they lose his temper with him.

Morgan and Reid have both yelled at Hotch but both times he never yelled back, he just calmly told them he values them and that they are misunderstanding his intentions.

He revealed in season 5 that he does his team’s case summaries most of the time so that they can go home when they are meant to, meaning he is always in the office.

He always lets Garcia do her silly bits because he knows it’ll make her day better, and sometimes he will even indulge her by joining in.

He put everything on the line by keeping Reid’s addiction a secret and by not telling anyone about what Elle did.

He did everything he could to protect Emily when her life was in danger.

When a member of his team says they need a break or they need to step away, he never forces them to carry on, he is so completely understanding of their needs and genuinely values their mental well-being.

I just love him so much, he was such a perfect leader

#sorry I tried to find a photo of this man smiling with someone #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #elle greenaway #jennifer jareau #jj #Emily prentiss #Penelope Garcia