#mathew gray gubler fanfic

[blue-blvd1949]

Late Nights

Spencer Reid

Summary: after a extra long week out of state working on a case with a difficult unsub all Spencer wants to do is go to your shared home and possibly eat you out for how good you take care of him <3

Word count: 1488

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Spencer walked through the front door fully expecting you to be asleep at the couch probably leaving the TV on to his surprise you were wide awake waiting for him.

There was nothing special going on tonight but you wanted to do something nice for your hard working fiancé as he works a lot and always makes time for you. It was a big thank you from you to him, what you didn’t know was how it would warm his heart too much.

You got up the couch to greet him and give him a kiss.

“Hi doll you missed me?” he asked holding you, both arms wrapped around your waist and his head leaning down to your neck taking in your strawberry scent.

“Of course I missed you Spence everyday I miss you more and more” you said hugging him back and kissing him. Slowly you started backing out holding his hand dragging him to the kitchen wanting to show him his favorite home meal.

“You didn’t have to sweat heart” he said looking at you with so much love in his eyes. At that moment he knew exactly why he is going to marry you, but it’s not like he needed an extra explanation.

“You’re always working so hard Spence. I wanted you to know that I appreciate everything you do. That’s why I love you so much” your words were pure honey to him, you’re the only reason why he does what he does to protect you from all the awful people outside.

“God you don’t know how much I love you and want you to marry me right now”

“Oh shut up” you said shyly backing away to serve him up a plate. You knew he was coming late and made dinner later so he could eat it with you and hot. Placing both of your plates down he grabbed you by the hand and propped you up on his lap.

“What are you doing Dr? I don’t think this is very appropriate.” You said in a teasing tone, it’s a running joke you like to do pretend you’re a patient and it was oh so scandalous what you where doing.

“I think it’s very much appropriate if neither of us tell our spouses” he said whispering in your ear.

“I don’t think my husband would like that Dr. Reid as I love him very much” you said shoving your left hand with your shiny ring on his face and wiggling your fingers.

“Oh he got you this ring?” He said grabbing your hand and faking examining your ring.

“Yes and I love it a lot�� you said giggling through your teeth.

“I bet I could get you a much bigger and shinier ring” he said right before he started attacking your neck which made you both laugh. Without knowing as you were laughing you were moving your hips while frantically which got him going.

He groaned in your ear and you knew instantly what you were doing to him. “Oh I’m sorry Dr didn’t know you were so worked up” you said with a smirk on your face.

“God yn you are so beautiful” he said looking straight into your eyes and taking some hair that was in front of your face to behind your ear.

You went in for a kiss and he happily complied kissing you back. His hands were roaming around your back before they settled on your ass as he was slightly squeezing it and spreading it on your tiny shorts.

“God who needs dinner when you can have dessert right away” he said pushing his plate of food to the side and lifting you up from his lap to the dining table.

“Spence please I’ve needed you all week” you said looking up at him as he was standing leaning down on you.

“I know baby I know, I’m going to make you feel so good” he started to kiss you again with his hands pulling his oversized shirt off of you revealing his favorite bra.

“It’s almost as if you knew we were going to end up like this at the dining table. With me fucking you senseless” he started to kiss you again and laid you all over the table with just your back and your legs hanging off of the table.

“But first I’m gonna have to eat this pussy as it’s been neglected for oh so long” after he said that you let out a whine knowing he was about to make you cum harder than anybody else had made you.

He started taking off your shorts leaving your panties on. Slowly he started rubbing your thighs preparing you. He then started licking you through your shorts knowing where exactly your clit was. Then his face was buried between your legs, he was licking and swirling his tongue over your panties making them all wet and transparent.

Holding his hair and playing with it you said “please take them off Spence” you said with a high pitched voice.

“I will in just a minute have some patience baby” he said looking up at you and heading back to his work. Slowly his tongue started to go down prodding at your hole almost like making fun of it.

You grabbed into his hair harder as you were close to cumming. He backed away from your cunt and looked up at you saying “you taste so good baby, could have you everyday for the rest of my life”

His comment made you physically react and started grinding on nothing and you looked so pathetic.

“Someone’s being needy” he remarked

Taking off your panties and throwing them somewhere in the living room. He started licking your pretty cunt and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.

“It’s almost as if you get sweeter the longer I don’t eat you out” he said going back into your cunt licking everywhere and sticking his tongue in slightly teasing you.

“Please Spence all the way” you said crying, it has been so long without him you were now crying from finally feeling him touch you exactly where you needed him.

He nodded at you as he inserted his whole tongue, the sensation felt unreal you locked your legs around his head without thinking. Slowly he started moving it in and out while also nudging his nose to your clit so it doesn’t feel so neglected.

Tugging at his hair harder he took his hand and started rubbing on your swollen red clit pushing you over the edge and making you cum hard on his face.

“God Spence!!” You yelled out with it dying down with a low whine.

“Felt good huh baby” he said standing up raking his hand through his hair before starting to lick his fingers that were in you. It was a sight for sore eyes.

Before you knew it he started unbuckling his belt and slightly pulling his pants down exposing his dick.

“I’ve been needing you for so long Spence” you said whining at him. “I know baby I know I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget I was gone for a week”

He took your hair and moved it once again behind your ears so he can see your whole face as it moves as he pleases you.

He started playing with your nipples as they have been neglected all night. You started moaning out loud as he started licking them and squeezing your boobs before entering you.

“Spencer!” You yelled feeling so so good, your eyebrows arched and mouth open. He started moving at a steady pace that took all his strength and will not to go any faster as he wanted to be gentle with you. “No Spencer, faster!” he continued with your wish and started fucking you harder. It was so messy as your cum and saliva was spilling out with his precum. It made it easier pulling in and out of you as it was so wet and slippery.

“So wet, fuck you’re so fucking wet” he said making you whine as he knows you loved to be praised.

“You’re doing so good my pretty girl, making me feel so good” your moaning was so loud I swear your neighbors could hear it and will probably have a friendly conversation about it in the morning.

“I’m gonna cum!” he said grunting into your ear and your nails clawing his back.

“Please inside! Spence inside!” You asked rarely fir him to cum inside you, he did what you wanted and came all inside you. As he was pulling out both of your mixed cum was spilling out. He was grabbing it with his fingers and pushing it back inside so you wouldn’t get it on the table.

“I love you yn so much”

“I love you so much too Spence” you said almost slurred with your eyes closed. <3

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[spencerreidswhore187]

False Confidence

Don't take yourself so seriously / Look at you all dressed up for someone you never see.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N hate each other, they just don't realise they have been anonymously messaging for months.

Word Count: 2.8k

T/W: Mentions of murder and death

A/N: For @sackofpissandshit . I came up for the premise of this as a plate of prawns fell onto my head at work. Enjoy! ◡̈

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SherlockHolmes1887: You were right. 

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face; you replied immediately, the half-drunk coffee in your hand forgotten. 

NapoleonOfCrime: Feel free to say that again.

He did.  

Briefly, you looked up from your phone to cross the road. You were on the way to work having just received a message from Hotch. It sounded urgent. 

NapoleonOfCrime: So what made you realise that, as per usual, I was right? 

You had spent the better part of the night trying to convince him that Sherlock Holmes was in love with Jim Moriarty. You had met him online several months ago, on an Arthur Conan Doyle forum and have been messaging ever since. 

He, except for the one and only Penelope Garcia, was your best friend. You told him everything. Except for who you are. 

Early on in talking you both had agreed not to exchange names, tell each other where you lived or what you did for a career. You knew what SherlockHolmes1887 favourite film was (Star Trek), that he liked wearing mismatched socks and his mum used to call him ‘Crash’ because he would crash into things when he was younger. You knew that, like you, he had four qualifications, liked Sherlock Holmes and had an unhealthy obsession with coffee. You just didn’t know his name. 

Your phone vibrated. 

SherlockHolmes1887: “The greatest schemer of all time, the organiser of every devilry, the controlling brain of the underworld, a brain which might have made or marred the destiny of nations—that's the man! But so aloof is he from general suspicion, so immune from criticism, so admirable in his management and self-effacement, that for those very words that you have uttered he could hale you to a court and emerge with your year's pension as a solatium for his wounded character. [...] Foulmouthed doctor and slandered professor—such would be your respective roles! That's genius, Watson.”

Your phone buzzed again. You silenced it as you walked into the BAU elevator. 

SherlockHolmes1887: I reread ‘The Valley of Fear’ last night. 

You were about to reply when a voice cried out. 

“Hold the door!” 

Instinctively, you stretched your arm out between the closing elevator doors. 

The person entered beside you. 

If you had known who had asked, you would have let the doors shut. 

Dr Spencer Reid leant on his cane, drumming his fingers against its metal top as the elevator moved upwards. He had recently been shot in the leg on a case. You would never tell him but when that gun fired, you thought you were going to be sick. Your heart ached. It made you hate him even more.

“Reid,” you said, staring forward. You refused to look at him.

“L/N,” He replied. 

That was the most words you’d exchanged in days. 

When the doors finally opened again, you both headed towards the round table, where the rest of the team was waiting. 

You and Spencer were the last to arrive. 

It’s not like him to be late, you thought.  

You took a seat between Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan - you were sat as far away from Spencer as possible.

“Now that you are all here,” Hotch began, pulling you from your thoughts, “let’s begin.” 

Penelope connected her computer to the screen; there was a picture of a body. The flesh was rotten, decayed from what was evidently years hidden away. Your eyes are wide as you saw it: a long cut, rough and jagged, stretched from neck to naval. You recognised this signature. 

“The Brooklyn Butcher,” you said, interrupting the silence. 

Hotch nodded. 

It was a case that had occurred six years ago and ended up going cold. 

Spencer recalled, “Eleven women, all under the age of twenty-five, all with red hair, went missing and then their bodies always turned up three days later with a long knife wound across their torso.” 

“The only body,” you continued, “that was never discovered was Sharon Lewis’. The first to go missing. The wife of Mitch Lewis, the prime suspect during the investigation.” 

“Why wasn’t he arrested?” Derek asked. 

Spencer answered before you could, tucking a strand of his brown hair behind his ear. Why did you want to run your hands through his hair? 

“There was no evidence. The police’s only theory was his wife was his first kill and he killed all the other victims who resembled her in an attempt to relive the thrill of the kill.”

“He had an alibi for Sharon Lewis’ disappearance,” you added. 

“Correct - they also never found her body. They couldn’t prove their theory without her body.” 

“Well,” Hotch said, “they have now.” 

“Sharon Lewis, aged twenty-four, was the first victim in the Brooklyn Butcher killings. Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the head.” 

JJ leant back in her chair and pressed her pen to her lips, “So the cut was postmortem?”

“According to the coroners.” 

“But that was not the case for the rest of the victims?”

“No,” Hotch replied. 

“Our UNSUB gained confidence in his kills.” 

Lewis was likely his first-ever kill. You wanted to message Sherlock and ask him what he thought. He was intelligent beyond belief, you were sure he would add valuable insight to this case but you couldn’t tell him. Then he would know you worked for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. You couldn’t let him know that. He couldn’t know who you were. What would he think then? When he knew you were more comfortable around dead bodies than real people.

“How was the body discovered?” Spencer asked. 

Hotch had that dark look in his eyes, the one he got when an UNSUB scared him. You hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since Haley died. 

“The body was left on an empty police vehicle parked outside a station in Brooklyn. There was a note attached to it.”

Penelope clicked a button on her laptop and the slide changed to a screwed-up piece of paper nailed to the shoulder of the body. 

Hotch read it aloud, “You have three days before I kill another. Happy hunting, the Butcher.”

He stood up from his seat, “Selene Harker was reported missing twelve hours ago. We leave for New York now - wheels up in twenty. Penelope, you’re coming with us.” 

She smiled nervously, you gave her a discreet thumbs up. 

Everyone stood up from the round table and headed towards the door, you had grabbed the handle when Hotch stopped you.

“L/N, you need to stay here.”

You froze, confused. 

He continued, “Reid has not been cleared to fly by his doctors yet and I need you to go through the old Mitch Lewis interrogation clips, find out whether he told any lies. Stay in touch.” 

With that he left the room, leaving you there with Spencer before you had a second to protest. 

You weren’t really sure how you did it, it’s an ability you’ve had since you were a kid. It’s how you were flagged by the FBI. You could tell when people lied. Everyone has a tell and, like the lie-detecter you are, you knew how to spot it. 

When you and Reid had first met, three years ago, he had told you all the statistics about lies: “Did you know,” he had said, “10% of all lies can be defined as exaggerations, though 60% of all lies are considered to be deceptive.” 

You remembered how you had nodded, anxious as it was your first day. 

“Of all liars, 70% of them claim to be willing to do it again. Every week, Americans tell 11 lies. In a study of 11,366 lies told by 632 people over 91 days, 75% of them lied between 0 or 2 times per day.”

“You know a lot,” You had laughed. 

Reid seemed kind. You liked kind people; you dealt with a lot of horrible people growing up. 

“I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187.” 

That was the first time you and Spencer had ever spoken and it was the last time you ever spoke like friends. 

You spun on your heels to face Spencer. 

“You leave me alone and I’ll leave you be. Understood?” 

“Understood,” Spencer said, rolling his eyes. 

“God, you are so infuriating.”

“I hate you,” he retorted. 

You noticed the way his jaw tensed. 

You grinned, “Lie.” 

Spencer groaned and left the room. Through the window, you saw him take a seat at his desk. 

Laughing, you walked into Penelope’s office and pulled up the police footage. 

You were three hours into the Mitch Lewis footage and he had told three lies. 

The first was that he did not know what happened to the other victims. Although, this could mean he had read about the case online. 

The second was more interesting. Lewis said he was at the pub when his wife disappeared. Even though there was security camera footage to confirm this, he was lying, 

The third made your head spin. He said he didn’t kill her. True. He said he didn’t know where she was. Lie. 

You paused the interrogation and contacted Hotch to tell him what you had found. He replied telling you to take a break as they searched for Mitch Lewis. 

In an attempt to distract yourself, you reached for your phone and messaged Sherlock. 

NapoleonOfCrime: Hi.

He replied almost immediately. 

SherlockHolmes1887: Hey.

NapoleonOfCrime: So you read ‘The Valley of Fear’ in one night just to try and prove me wrong? 

SherlockHolmes1887: If that’s how you want to interpret it :) 

NapoleonOfCrime: And?

SherlockHolmes1887: And…they are very much in love. It’s almost blindingly obvious. 

NapoleonOfCrime: “It has been an intellectual treat for me to see the manner in which you have grappled with this case.” The definition of enemies to lovers.

SherlockHolmes1887: Enemies to lovers? 

You don’t think you ever smiled as much as when you did with him. 

NapoleonOfCrime: It’s better you don’t ask, or else I’ll be sending you links to Moriaty x Sherlock fan fiction.

SherlockHolmes1887: What are you doing right now?

Your fingers danced along the tiny keyboard on the phone screen.

NapoleonOfCrime: Work. You? 

SherlockHolmes1887: Work. 

NapoleonOfCrime: How is it? 

It made you nervous that he didn’t reply instantly. 

NapoleonOfCrime: Don’t worry, this isn’t me trying to figure out what you do or who you are. I like the mystery. 

SherlockHolmes1887: Horrible. But it’s not really work that’s the problem. There’s a girl. 

It hurt a little to know there was a girl, of course it did, but you didn’t mind. What you cared about was how he seemed distressed. 

NapoleonOfCrime: If you want to share, I’m a good listener. 

He typed for what seemed like an eternity. 

SherlockHolmes1887: We, her and I, have worked together for years. She’s smart and funny and beautiful. So beautiful. But she hates me. I messed up when we first met, I was so nervous around her that I just ignored her. Whenever she tried to speak to me, I would walk away or just act like she wasn’t there. And, now, I am finally more confident, she can’t even be near me without glaring in my direction at least once. 

You yearned for someone to talk about you that way. No one had ever told you that you were beautiful. You didn’t need someone to tell you because you didn’t believe it, it’s just that sometimes, on the inevitable bad days, you want to feel wanted. 

NapoleonOfCrime: I’m sure if you explain it to her, she will understand - you said she’s smart. I can see why you like her. 

SherlockHolmes1887: Yeah, I fell hard. 

I fell hard. 

You recalled what Hotch had said, “Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the head.” 

You recalled how the cut was messy and hesitant whilst the rest were neat. 

 You recalled how it was done postmortem whilst the rest were the cause of death. 

You ran out of Penelope’s office, straight to Dr Spencer Reid. 

“Spence,” you shouted.

You were both alone in the room. 

Spencer looked up from his phone. It was strange, to see him on a phone. You had always thought he was the type of person to hate technology. Instead, he seemed thoroughly invested in whatever was on his screen. 

“Who are you messaging?” You asked, acting causal.

“No one,” he said.

Lie.

“A girl?”

“No.” 

Lie.

Spencer’s face had gone bright red. It was cute; it made you smile. 

Why did it make you smile? 

You decided to change the topic before your face went red. 

“Do you have the coroner’s report?” You questioned. 

He dug through the many files covering his desk and held it up for you to see. 

Blunt force to the frontal lobe, that confirmed your suspicions. 

You stared into Spencer’s brown eyes.

“I know what happened to Sharon Lewis.” 

You explained how it must have happened. Sharon was reported missing by her friend at 19:37. She was supposed to be meeting her a 18:00. Mitch Lewis was at a bar from 17:30-20:01, this was confirmed by camera footage. This means that Lewis can’t have kidnapped his wife. Or, perhaps, she never went missing. She tripped getting ready to see her friend and fell down the staircase. She would have died upon impact.

Spencer nodded in agreement with your theory.

“When Lewis got home and saw his wife’s body sprawled out at the base of the stairs, he saw an opportunity…” 

“He dragged her downstairs to the basement, explaining the deep scratches on her back noted in the coroner’s report.” You said, “Lewis worked in construction, he had a table and tools down there, he said so in one of his interrogations. He placed her on that table and cut her. He butchered her. And then did the same to others to try and recreate the high of killing his wife.” 

“We need to call Hotch.” 

Four hours later and Mitch Lewis had confessed and was in police custody.

Derek and Emily had found Selene Harker chained to the very same table Lewis had carved his wife like a cold slab of meat. 

The team was on their way back from Quantico.

You found Spencer sitting on a bench outside the FBI building. Spinning the silver ring your grandmother gave you around your index finger, you sat down next to him. 

You both stared forward, at the road. 

You were glad that you weren’t the only one who was affected by cases like this. You were glad that you weren’t the only one overwhelmed by empathy. Your mother once told you that empathy without boundaries was self-destruction but you were just glad that after so much time in this field, you still felt something. 

Spencer eventually broke the silence. 

“It scares me, Y/N, how easy a life can end.” 

Spencer clutched his cane so tightly that his knuckles went white. 

Gently, you eased one of his hands off it and held it in yours. 

You could hear your blood rushing in your ears. It was deafening. 

“You know, when I was a kid, I was always tripping over things. I walked into doors, tables, you name it. My mum would call me ‘Crash.’”

He laughed dryly whilst your world began to crumble around you. 

You dropped Spencer’s hand. 

“Sh-she called you what?” 

Spencer turned to look at you, confusion and worry were etched across his face, “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

It’s not that you were upset, in fact, you felt almost the opposite of that. 

Your voice was steadier than you expected when you spoke.

“He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson.”

“Y/N?”

“He is the organiser of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city.”

“It can’t be.” 

Spencer held his face in his hands. 

“Disappointed, Sherlock Holmes 1887?”

You said it mockingly but you were terrified of what Spencer would say. 

“No, Napoleon of Crime. Not even a little bit.”

True.

“You told me to explain how I felt to that girl so here goes. The first thing I noticed about you was your smile. I saw it from the other side of the room. And, Y/N, it was contagious. Just looking at you made me smile. You are so beautiful and so intelligent and I have wanted to tell you how desperately I liked you since the day we met.” 

He cradled your cheek with one hand. 

“And now I know that this whole time, as well as being the person I can see myself falling in love with, you are my best friend, my favourite, my person.” 

“I hate you, Spence,” you say just before you kiss him. 

Smiling against your lips, you hear him whisper, “Lie.” 

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mathew gray gubler #mgg #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jereau #penelope garcia #light angst #enemies to lovers

[barelytolerabled]

Between the Pages

Playlist

Spencer Reid x library owner!Reader

Summary: Your library is selected to host a book club that Spencer attends. As you discuss classic works of literature and debate their meanings and themes, Spencer and you find yourselves drawn to each other's intellectual curiosity and passion for learning.

WC: 2.604

Warnings: none

You couldn't believe it when you heard that your small-town library had been chosen to host a book club. It was an exciting opportunity to bring the community together over their shared love of literature. You were eager to start, and you worked hard to ensure that everything was perfect.

To prepare for the arrival of the book club, you put in a lot of effort and attention to detail. You wanted to create an inviting and comfortable atmosphere for everyone to discuss and share their thoughts about the book they were reading.

First, you made sure that the library space was clean and organized, with plenty of chairs and tables arranged in a way that allowed for easy conversation. You also made sure that the lighting was just right, creating a cozy and warm ambiance.

Next, you prepared refreshments for the attendees. You wanted to provide a comfortable and welcoming space, so you made sure to have snacks and drinks available for everyone. You carefully chose a selection of snacks and drinks that would be appealing to a wide range of tastes, and made sure to have plenty of each item available.

You also selected the book for the first meeting carefully. You wanted to choose a book that would appeal to a wide range of readers and generate interesting discussion. After researching and considering different options, you settled on a classic novel that had been popular for generations.

To ensure that the discussion went smoothly, you created a list of discussion questions that you thought would be interesting and thought-provoking. You also made sure to have extra copies of the book available for attendees who may not have had time to get their own copy.

Overall, you put a lot of effort into preparing for the book club's arrival, wanting to make sure that everyone felt welcomed and that the discussion would be engaging and enjoyable.

As the first meeting of the book club began, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. You introduced yourself to each attendee, greeting them warmly and making them feel welcome. You were pleased to see so many people attending, including Dr. Spencer Reid.

As you greeted Spencer, you couldn't help but feel a jolt of excitement. You had heard of him before, and his reputation as a brilliant and charming person preceded him. You were eager to hear his thoughts and insights on the book, and you had a feeling that his contributions would make the discussion even more engaging.

As the discussion began, you watched as Spencer spoke with confidence and eloquence. His observations were astute, and his analysis of the book was thought-provoking. You found yourself nodding along in agreement, and you could tell that the other attendees were equally impressed with his contributions.

As the discussion continued, you found yourself feeling even more excited about the future meetings. You could already tell that this book club was going to be something special, and you were grateful for the opportunity to share your love of literature with such a diverse and intelligent group of people.

As the meeting drew to a close, you thanked everyone for attending and expressed your excitement for the next meeting. You could see that the other attendees shared your enthusiasm, and you knew that the book club was going to be a success. You couldn't wait to see what insights and observations Spencer would bring to the next meeting, and you were already looking forward to the lively debates and conversations that were sure to follow.

Weeks went by, and the book club became the highlight of your week. You and Spencer had developed a rapport, and your conversations were full of witty banter and intellectual insights. You found yourselves drawn to each other's minds as much as your personalities.

One night, after a particularly intense discussion about the book of the month, you found yourself lingering at the library, reluctant to end the conversation with Spencer.

"You know, I've never met someone who could keep up with me in a debate quite like you can," Spencer said with a grin.

You laughed. "I could say the same about you."

Spencer leaned in, his expression serious. "But in all honesty, it's refreshing to meet someone who is not afraid to challenge my ideas and push me to think deeper."

You felt your cheeks flush. "I feel the same way. You have such a unique perspective on things, and I always learn something new from you."

Spencer smiled warmly. "I'm glad we share that intellectual connection. It's not often that I meet someone who stimulates my mind the way you do."

The two of you continued talking late into the night, until you had to close the library and had to say goodbye. As you left, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the possibility of getting to know Spencer even better.

It was a beautiful day outside, and the two of you had decided to take a walk through the park after the book club meeting. As you walked, you both discussed the latest book and its themes.

"I really enjoyed the way the author explored the concept of identity in this book," Spencer said, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"I agree," you replied. "It's fascinating to think about how much of our identity is shaped by external factors and how much is truly innate."

"I think it's a mix of both," Spencer said, "but ultimately, it's up to each person to decide who they want to be and how they want to live their life."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of comfort in the way that Spencer always seemed to have a thoughtful and insightful perspective on every topic.

As you continued to walk, you found yourselves discussing more personal topics.

"So, what made you want to become a librarian?" Spencer asked, a curious look on his face.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I've always loved books and reading, and I wanted to share that love with others. Plus, I believe that libraries are an important resource for any community, no matter how small."

"I couldn't agree more," Spencer said. "I think it's so important to have access to knowledge and information, especially in today's world."

You nodded, feeling a sense of connection with Spencer as you both discussed your shared values and passions.

As the sun began to set, you both reluctantly headed back to your respective homes, but you couldn't help feeling grateful for the time you had spent together. You knew that there would be many more conversations and walks in the future, and you felt a growing sense of anticipation and excitement about what was to come.

You spent hours discussing the books you had read, and you learned so much from each other.

As the weeks went on, Spencer started to attend more of the library events, and you found yourself spending more and more time with him outside of the book club meetings.

You would grab a coffee together, or go for walks, discussing your shared love of literature, but also your personal struggles and aspirations. You found yourself opening up to Spencer in ways you never had with anyone else.

As the weeks went on, you found yourself spending more and more time with Spencer outside of the book club meetings. One day, Spencer asked if you wanted to grab a coffee with him after the meeting.

As you sat at a small table in the coffee shop, sipping your drinks, Spencer asked, "So, what are you reading these days?"

"I just finished 'The Overstory' by Richard Powers," you said. "It's a really amazing book about trees and the environment. What about you?"

"I recently read 'The Undoing Project' by Michael Lewis. It's a nonfiction book about the friendship and collaboration between two psychologists who revolutionized the field of behavioral economics," Spencer replied.

You smiled, impressed by his choice of book. "That sounds fascinating. I'd love to borrow it from you sometime."

"Of course," Spencer said. "I have a copy back at my apartment. Would you like to come over and borrow it now?"

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little nervous but also excited by the prospect of spending more time alone with Spencer. "Sure, that sounds great."

As you walked together to his apartment, you chatted about the book and your thoughts on the book club's next choice. When you arrived, Spencer made you a cup of tea and showed you his bookshelves.

"You have such an amazing collection of books," you said, admiring the titles.

"Thanks," Spencer said. "I love collecting books and reading about all sorts of different topics. It's one of my favorite things to do in my free time."

"I can tell," you said, smiling at him. "You have so much knowledge and insight about everything we read in the book club. It's really impressive."

Spencer blushed slightly at your compliment. "Well, I just enjoy learning and sharing ideas with others who are passionate about literature and intellectual discussions."

As you sat on the couch together, discussing the book and various other topics, you found yourself feeling more and more drawn to Spencer. You were starting to see him in a new light, not just as a brilliant and charming acquaintance, but as someone you could potentially have a deeper connection with.

One evening, after the book club meeting had ended, you and Spencer decided to grab a coffee together at a nearby café. As you sat down with your drinks, Spencer seemed to be deep in thought.

"Is everything okay, Spencer?" you asked.

Spencer looked up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've been thinking a lot lately about us, and how much I enjoy spending time with you."

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I feel like we have a really strong connection," Spencer continued. "We share so many interests and values, and I can't help but feel drawn to you."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. "I feel the same way, Spencer," you admitted. "But what does that mean for us?"

"I don't know," Spencer said with a sigh. "I just know that I want to explore this connection between us further. I don't want to let this opportunity pass us by."

You thought about his words for a moment, considering the implications of what he was saying. Could you really start a relationship with someone as busy as Spencer, who was constantly on the move with his work?

But then you looked into his eyes, and you knew that you couldn't resist the pull of your feelings any longer. "Okay, Spencer," you said. "Let's see where this takes us."

You and Spencer had been busy with work all week, and finally, the weekend had arrived. As you both sat in your cozy apartment, you couldn't think of anything better to do than to curl up on the couch with a good book.

You and Spencer were curled up on the couch in your apartment, both engrossed in your respective books. Your head was resting on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close.

As you turned the page of your book, Spencer looked down at you and asked, "What are you reading?"

You showed him the cover of the novel, "It's called 'The Nightingale' by Kristin Hannah. It's about two sisters in Nazi-occupied France during World War II."

Spencer nodded thoughtfully, "That sounds interesting. What's it about?"

You smiled up at him, "Well, it's about their struggles, their sacrifices, and the strength of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable adversity."

Spencer leaned down and kissed your forehead, "You always know how to find the best books. I'm reading 'The Origin of Species' by Charles Darwin. It's fascinating how his theory of evolution changed the way we think about the natural world."

You snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth and comfort, "I'm glad we can share our love of literature and learning. It's one of the many things I love about you."

Spencer grinned, "And I love that you challenge me to think deeper and see the world in a different light. You're one of a kind."

You both fell into a comfortable silence, lost in your own books but feeling connected by the simple act of reading together in each other's arms. It was moments like this that made you grateful for your relationship and the unique bond you shared.

After several months of dating, Spencer's work with the FBI required him to travel to another state for an extended period. You both knew that it would be challenging to be apart, but you made a pact to make it work. You promised to stay in touch as much as possible and make time to visit each other.

One evening, you were scrolling through old photos of the two of you, feeling nostalgic. Suddenly, you had an idea. You decided to plan a surprise visit to Spencer's new location. You wanted to show him how much you cared and support him even when he was far away.

You booked a plane ticket and took time off work, arriving at his hotel late at night. When you knocked on his door, Spencer's eyes widened in surprise.

"Sweetheart! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"I missed you too much. I had to see you," you said, smiling up at him.

Over the next few days, you spent every moment together, exploring the city and catching up on lost time. You talked about everything, from the books you had been reading to your personal lives.

One day, Spencer invited you to visit him at work. You were thrilled to see where he spent his days and meet the people he worked with. As he introduced you to his team, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Everyone, this is my girlfriend," Spencer said, smiling down at you.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you all," you said, smiling politely.

"Wow, Spencer, she's amazing! How did you manage to snag her?" one of his colleagues joked.

Spencer grinned. "I'm just lucky, I guess Derek."

As the team continued to make small talk, Spencer leaned over to you and whispered in your ear, "I'm so glad you came. I missed you more than words can express."

You felt your heart swell with affection for him.

As time went on, you both found ways to make it work. Spencer would often be out of town, but you would always have time to spend moment together, exploring the town and reading together. You would also plan trips to new cities, where Spencer would show you around and introduce you to new literature.

Despite the challenges, your love for each other continued to grow. You admired

Spencer's intelligence, his kind and thoughtful nature, and his dedication to his work. He was intrigued by your passion for serving your community, and your unwavering commitment to the library. You both supported each other's dreams and aspirations, even when they seemed impossible.

In the end, you both knew that you had found something special, something worth fighting for. You found a way to make your different lifestyles and priorities work, and your love for each other only grew stronger with time. The book club may have brought you together, but it was your shared love of literature, intellectual curiosity, and thoughtful debate that kept you together.

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[michelle-is-writing]

Unexpected ch.2, Spencer Reid

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It isn't that hard to lie and say you need an emergency transfer to where your parents live. Thankfully, I'm able to do such a thing and move into a house similar to the last one I had when I lived in Las Vegas. I'm even more thankful to gain a good position at the FBI agency there, but I'm not all too thrilled about having to leave my best friends at Quantico. I knew them for only a short year, but it felt like I knew them forever.

Four months of the same work I once did months before pass, but this time, I've had to do it a bit differently. Instead of being able to travel to other agencies and help review specific cases for them to solve, I'm forced to stay at my agency and continue working there. It turns out the FBI doesn't exactly like their pregnant workers traveling, no matter how far along they are.

In my second month of working, I found out I was pregnant through a sudden spell of vomiting and fever. When one of my co-workers took me to the doctor, they did a blood test, and like any other unsuspecting parent, the news hit me in the face. One night of passion, sadness, and hurt lead to that moment where I was given the two exciting words that I had least expected.

"You're pregnant!"

When I was first given the news, I was excited, and I still am. I've always wanted kids, but I've always wanted to have kids that had a father present in their lives (preferably, in this case, Spencer). Going by the fact that Spencer most likely hates me for my sudden absence from work and leaving in the middle of the night, I can presume he doesn't want anything to do with our baby. Who would? But at the same time, can you blame me for leaving?

I felt alone in a relationship with a guy who acted like he barely knew me when we had known each other for our entire lives. I felt like I knew Spencer like no one else, and vice versa. I was wrong about something I would have bet my life on, and it was absolutely mortifying.

I still love Spencer, and I will never stop loving him. I think out of everything, that's the most painful thing. The high probability that he hates me now comes in second, which is why I haven't told him about my pregnancy. That, and I presume he never wanted kids - so, how can I push that onto him and make him not only hate me but a child he helped create? Why would my child ever deserve that?

Without fail, Penelope has tried to call me once every week ever since I left, and I just can't answer her calls. As stated once before, me leaving out of nowhere is embarrassing. I know that the gang is concerned about me leaving without saying anything, but how can I face them without lying? I can't just tell them I left because I knew Spencer didn't love me like I thought - that would've just added insult to injury.

However, the call Penelope sent this week was followed by two consecutive text messages.

Answer me right now or I will hack into any information about you there is available!

I mean it!

Because I knew she really did mean it, I answered her next call without hesitation.

"Hi, Penelope," I answered her, my voice drained of all emotion. Sitting down on my couch with my phone held against my ear, I placed my free hand over my small baby bump and lightly rub it without even thinking about it. I love my ever-growing child with all of my heart, and I haven't even met the baby boy yet.

"Don't 'hey, Penelope' me!" She almost shouts into my ear, causing me to close my eyes with guilt. "You haven't called, texted, emailed, nothing! You have sent me absolutely nothing explaining why you left! Why did you leave?!"

Her question makes me want to vomit, and I know I can't lie to her. "Spencer and I slept together the night before I left," I explain blatantly, hearing an immediate response only seconds later.

"So what?! Was the sex lousy? Did he not do it right?" Her questions roll off her tongue without pausing. "You have to teach the boy! He hasn't had that much experience in the past years, so you have to give him pointers and-"

"Pen, he couldn't get Maeve off his mind," I cut her off, tears rolling down my cheeks. As much as I'd love to laugh at Penelope's usual actions, I can't when I'm thinking about that night. "H-he mentioned her right after we were done, and I realized I would never be enough for him. I-I just couldn't face him after that, Pen; I just couldn't."

Unlike last time, Penelope halts her words before letting out a single-word response. "Oh," She mutters, every ounce of anger or frustration gone from her voice. She knew how I felt about Spencer and how I had always felt about him, even when we were younger.

A few more seconds pass before she speaks up again, her voice now a bit quieter. "But why couldn't you call me back or anything? Why'd you have to ignore me?"

Penelope's softly spoken words break my heart, and with the already falling tears, I can't hold back the new ones that arise. Biting my lip to prevent myself from sobbing out-loud, I take my hand away from my belly and raise it to cover my mouth. I never wanted to hurt anyone - I truly didn't - so, it hurts to hear that I ended up doing so anyway.

"Penelope, I'm pregnant," I shakily confess, shaking my head as I continually cry. "And I couldn't tell you, or Spencer, or anyone, because Spencer never wanted any kids! He never wanted me, Pen!"

Every word that leaves my lips is followed by my hands waving around frantically as I close my eyes with a shake of my head. It physically hurts to admit all of this to Penelope. Not only does it hurt, but it's embarrassing. I'm by myself with no one around me, the only guy I've ever loved doesn't want me, and I'm pregnant and scared to death. I have never felt so alone in my life, and it sucks.

"...Does he know?" Penelope asks, making me instantly sober up.

"NO!" I nearly shout, my eyes shooting open. "No, Pen, you cannot tell him! Whatever, you do, do. not. tell. him!"

"But, he deserves to know, (Y/n)!" Penelope argues, making me cry even more. She just said the same thing I've been debating with myself over the past two months, and to hear her say it makes me want to just fall asleep and forget about my problems. She's right, and I know it.

"He. doesn't. want. kids. Pen!" I repeat myself, placing my hand to my forehead. "And he doesn't want me either!"

"(Y/n), he does! He does want you!" Penelope tells me, making me shake my head. "When you left, he didn't talk to anyone. He just... he shrank into himself and never came back out! When we saw that you had transferred to the Las Vegas Unit, Spencer submitted transfer papers! Just to be with you!" Her words shoot right through me, making me pause in my actions as my eyes go wide. "He got denied, and when you didn't respond to my calls or his calls, he thought... he thought you didn't love him."

"Oh, God," I mutter, shaking my head. "I never stopped loving him, Pen - how could I? H-how could he think that?" I ask, not expecting an answer back from Penelope. "I tried to do everything I could to make him feel loved, to let him know I loved him and only him!"

Leaning my head back against the couch, I sink further into the plush material with a sigh. "When in reality, I was the one who never got anything like that back," I explain, my voice slow and calm now that I've let out the things I've been holding back on saying for months now. "I was the one who felt like I was never good enough no matter what I did or how hard I'd try... I would always be second-best - and that was that."

"If only you know how wrong you are, (Y/n)," Penelope tells me, sounding like she's crying too. "I-I know you won't believe me, but none of what you are saying is true. Absolutely none of it," She adds, "Spencer loves you with every ounce of his being, and you are not second-best to him."

"Pen..." I drag on, sighing.

"I know you don't believe me, but you have to," She states, before letting out a sigh. "I miss you, girl-genius, and I want to come and see you," Penelope confesses, making me lightly smile. "I miss our fashion conversations and shopping trips, and I've been sad the entire time you've been gone!"

Once all of her words process through my mind, I smile fully. Despite the shit that I've done, she's still the same fun-loving, girly-girl Penelope that I was close to in Quantico, and somehow, we're still close.

"I miss you too, Pen," I tell her, placing my hand back on top of my risen belly. In response, two little feet kick against my hand, making me smile. "I... I'm off for the next couple weeks if you want to come and see me," I tell her, "I think I'd like it if my baby boy met his aunty."

As soon as the words leave my lips, Penelope gasps. "You're having a boy?" She asks gently, making me giggle. I guess I didn't include that when I first told her. "That's it - I'll be coming in on Friday!"

I grin. "Don't rent a hotel room!" I tell her, standing from the couch to walk into the extra room in my house. I didn't think I'd be having anybody stay over for a while, so I didn't put any sheets or pillows on the guest bedroom bed. "I have a guest room here at my place, so don't waste any money on a room."

"Okay, okay!" She cheers, making me smile even more. "I'll get a flight and be over there in no time. I love you, and I'll see you then!"

With that, I tell her I love her back and we hang up. With my phone now in my hand rather than pressed against my ear, I move to sit on the mattress and sigh. I wasn't expecting Penelope to say everything she did, nor did I expect her to be so forgiving of me. Although, it is Penelope we're talking about here, and I don't think there's ever been a moment in her life where she wasn't understanding. I told her my problems, and in spite of loving Spencer like a brother, she listened to me and understood where I was coming from.

"I'm sorry you had to hear what your mummy told Aunt Pen," I apologize to my bump, my hand still resting against it. "Your daddy really is a great guy with a big heart, but mummy wasn't meant for him," Despite my heart cracking as I mutter these words, I smile and circle my hand around my bump. "However, mummy knows that you and I are meant to be, and no matter what, you will always be my little boy."

With Penelope calling me on Wednesday night, I didn't have to wait long for her arrival. I even went out and bought some lilac sheets for the bed so she could be on new ones, and I also got a pair of peacock themed earrings for her while I was out. I have to admit I'm a bit excited to see what she has to say about the nursery I've put together myself. I painted the walls with pale blue paint and then stenciled ducks throughout the middle of the wall. The furniture is all made out of a Walnut wood shade, and the curtains match the walls with a yellow ribbon holding them together.

On Friday night, I put everything together for Penelope's arrival and smile to myself. A part of me wants to believe it's just her that's coming, but another part of me is telling me that she's bringing Spencer with her. I'm partially scared, but at the same time, I'm not. What happens, happens... and there's nothing I can do about it.

Hearing a knock at the door, I close the kitchen drawer I'm currently digging into and move onto the next one. "Come in!" I shout, digging through the mess of kitchen utensils to find the pair of earrings I bought for Penelope. What interrupts me is two little feet kicking me as I do so, making me stop and place a hand to my belly. "Not now, little one!" I whisper with a smile, feeling my baby boy halt in his kicking. I can only hope he'll be willing to listen to me like this when he gets older.

Just as I find the black gift bag with the peacock themed jewelry in it, I hear my apartment door open and close. It isn't a peppy voice that I hear a few seconds later, and instead, a voice that I've wanted to hear for what feels like such a long time. Now that I hear him speak, I realize my mother's intuition has already kicked in.

"You know," the deep, yet boyish voice begins, making me stop moving. "Standing for long lengths of time can slow down the growth of a fetus, and cause premature birth as well as prolonged pain in the lower back."

A few moments pass before I slowly place the jewelry on my kitchen counter and turn around to see Spencer standing a few feet away from me, his hands wrestling with each other. Despite my mind telling me not to, my body takes charge, and I look into Spencer's eyes to see him gazing at me with glossed-over eyes. Once he sees my bump, his mouth lightly drops. "You..." He begins, holding a hand out. "You look amazing."

Leaning back against the counter behind me, I look away and harshly swallow, my throat feeling like it's being squeezed closed. "Spence..." I say the name I've always called him, but nothing follows it. I don't know what to say to Spencer at this moment, and going by the short silence that follows, he doesn't either.

"Why..." he starts, making me look back at him. This time, his tears are falling down his face freely. "Why didn't you tell me?" He finally asks, gently shaking his head. He truly doesn't realize, and even if I tell him, I don't think he'd understand.

"I know why you left," He explains, walking toward me with unsure steps. "And I-I realize that it was so stupid to talk about Maeve after we... we-we," Spencer stutters, making me shake my head as I bite my lip. "I never meant to send you away, (Y/n); I never wanted you to leave," He confesses, a tear trailing down his cheek. "That was the last thing I wanted you to do."

Once again, in spite of every signal my mind is sending me, I watch myself step forward and wipe Spencer's fallen tears away, his head leaning into my touch as I do so. With tears gathering in my eyes, I watch with bleary vision as Spencer lets out a shaky sigh before looking down at my bump and gently smiling. "It-It's mine," He states the obvious, making me smile as the tears finally fall.

Leaving my hand against the side of his face, I take his hand into my free hand and place it against my stomach, his warm fingers pressing against my belly with a softness I've never felt from him. "He is yours," I explain, emphasizing the sex to him. Instantly, he picks up on it and lets out a short noise of happiness, making me want to hug him to death, but I don't think I can handle that at this moment.

"Spencer, do you... do you want me? Have you... have you ever wanted me?" I ask him, his eyes instantly flickering up to meet mine.

"Every day of my life, yes," Spencer tells me, nodding his head up and down repeatedly. "My words to you about Maeve w-were not an attempt to tell you otherwise, I promise you," Watching as he shakes his head, I see him visibly struggle to swallow. "I just needed to get that out, and with you, I felt like I could tell you anything," He confesses, a few seconds passing before he shakes his head again. "And I felt that if I didn't let out my feelings, I wouldn't be able to move on, and then I wouldn't be able to give you all of me in my entirety because there is nothing I want more than that."

More tears sliding down his face, he leans down and lays his head against mine. Meanwhile, the tears haven't stopped falling from my eyes either, and even though I've felt hurt by Spencer for these past few months, I know he's telling me the truth. "I want you, (Y/n); you're all I've ever wanted," He tells me, crying even more as he shakes his head. "If you would have told me that I messed up that night by saying the stuff I did that bothered you, I would have apologized until the end of time for you. I would've done anything just to get you to stay."

At this moment, I feel guilty for not only what I've put myself through for these last months, but Spencer as well. I'm glad that he understands why I felt the way I did, but what I'm unhappy about is the fact that I was the one who wasn't understanding. For five seconds, if I had seen the difference in how he said his last words to me rather than what he was saying, we wouldn't be in this predicament. We wouldn't have been without each other, and we wouldn't have gone through so much by ourselves with no one to fall back on.

"If I wasn't pregnant with your baby," I start, my voice wary and slow. "Would you have still come back for me?" I ask, pulling my head away from his to look up at him.

In response, Spencer simply smiles and nods. "Even if you had left in the morning and told me goodbye, and you came here without our son growing inside you, I would have still fought for you with my life," He confesses, still smiling. "When I was young, I was stupid and I let you go without a fight," Spencer then shakes his head. "I don't want to do that again - I can't do that again."

Once again, I know that what Spencer's telling me is completely truthful and coming from his heart. For once, he isn't saying statistics or facts about what is going on around him, and instead, he's speaking up about himself and how he feels. He's not reading from a textbook or informative journal - it's all coming from him.

"I don't want you to do that again either, Spencer," I admit, welcoming his arm as he wraps them around my waist and slowly pulls me close. With my bump pressed against his practically non-existent stomach, I smile, feeling two little feet kick in response. My boy has never reacted like this when I've hugged people in the past - maybe he somehow knows who I'm hugging, and perhaps he's excited.

"I love you, (Y/n)," Spencer states, his other hand coming up to hold my cheek. Looking up at him, I see tears still flowing down his cheeks like before, although there are fewer this time around as his smile remains on his lips. "I love you so much, and I want you to see that so badly."

Spencer Reid - the man who avoids drama at all costs, rarely takes risks, isn't too great with social interaction, and who doesn't always show his emotions - is currently standing in my kitchen with his arms holding me close to him as he confesses his true feelings. At the same time, he's interacting with our son in ways he doesn't even know about, and for once, he's fighting for me by taking a six-hour flight to get to me and try to win me back. At this point, I never realized that it's something I've wished for with all my heart ever since I left.

"I do see it, Spence," I tell him, giving him a tearful smile. "I see it right now as we speak, and I see it looking back too," I add on, watching as his face never changes at my words. He probably doesn't believe me, or he doesn't want to because he's mad at himself for waiting for so long to do such a thing. "I see everything, Spencer, and I will always love you too," This time, my words do make a change occur, and I'm thankful to see it's a positive one. "Besides, I always have."

In response, his smile widens before he leans forward and plants his lips against mine. However, the kiss doesn't last long as Spencer soon pulls away and pushes his head into my neck. "Please, forgive me," He pleads, sounding broken like before. "Please, please, please," Spencer repeats the word over and over again until I speak up.

"Baby, I forgave you long ago," I tell him, only to earn a head shake in response.

"No, no, not just for this," Spencer murmurs, raising his head from my neck. Leaning above me, Spencer stares into my eyes while gently swaying us in our embrace. I don't think he knows he's doing it.

"Back when we still lived here in Las Vegas, I-I moved everything out of the apartment without telling you. I was in a rush to get moved into my dorm while moving my mom into Bennington that all I left was a note, a stupid note!"

Every word that leaves his lips afterward doesn't reach my ears. He left me a note? When I went into the empty apartment, there was absolutely nothing in there! If there was a note, then I surely would have seen it.

"Spencer," I cut him off from his rambling, and for once, he stops speaking. Turning my eyes up to his, I gently shake my head. "There was no note in the apartment. I-I went in, and every-single-thing was gone; it felt like you wanted me to feel forgotten, and it hurt."

Once I'm done speaking, Spencer leans down and places another kiss to my lips, apologies following afterward just like before. "I promise you, I left a note - I swear I did!" Spencer's words come out in a rush as if he were scared that I wouldn't believe him.

"It's okay, Spencer. I believe you," I assure him, nodding. "The owners of the apartment probably came by and cleaned up since there was absolutely nothing left - no furniture, pictures, curtains, nothing."

At that, Spencer shakes his head with squinted eyes. He then goes to say something, but quickly cuts himself off with a sigh. "No matter what, I love you - I loved you back then too," He confesses, his eyes flashing over to mine. "I thought for the longest time that you wanted nothing to do with me, hence why you never tried to see me."

If only he knows how far that is from the truth. For so long, I tried to find him. I searched everywhere online, but nothing ever came up except for old news articles about how smart of a kid he was. It wasn't until I joined the BAU that I realized why his online presence was so scarce - it was for his protection.

"I searched for you for a long time," I tell him, smiling at him as I reach up to cup his cheek. "But, I could never find anything on you. I never thought to look at our employee list though."

Laughing at my words, Spencer shakes his head at the irony before sighing once again. "I looked for you too, but I always got scared when I found you," He confesses, shaking his head. "I didn't think you'd want me meddling in your life."

Just like before, his words break my heart. There are too many damn things that have gone wrong in our relationship that could have been solved way before now. "Let's... let's not let another misunderstanding ruin our relationship again - please," I plead, wanting nothing more but to be close with Spencer without anything holding us back.

Liking the idea, Spencer smiles back and nods. "Let's," He agrees, leaning forward to plant his lips onto mine. As soon as he does, the baby boy in my belly begins kicking again, prompting me to place both of Spencer's hands on my stomach. Feeling his son kick, Spencer pulls away from the kiss to let out a mix of a surprised gasp/laugh, making me giggle with him. "I love you," He tells me, turning his smiling face back to me with happiness written all over it.

Smiling back, I lean farther into him with his hands still pressed against my swollen tummy, my head leaning against his chest. "I love you too," I respond, feeling as if the only things around me that matter are Spencer and our son.

Thanks to Penelope (who I doubt is even coming down here and is probably waiting for me to return to Quantico), I finally get to be with the person I feel to be my soulmate, once and for all.

This may not have been the way I wanted to start a family, but I can't say I'm ungrateful for us now. Finally, after so many years, things are cleared up and no longer blocking the possibility of Spencer and I loving each other. For once, we finally get to be with each other in peace and utter devotion - nothing else.

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[bellarkeselection]

Everybody Makes Mistakes

Request from @fofisstilinski Reader does something wrong in an investigation and everyone gets angry. Reader later gets hurt so he apologize to her for his actions

Walking into work today nobody really talks to me and I knew why because of the failed mission yesterday. Sitting at my desk I run a hand through my hair seeing Spencer eyeing me from his own desk until I got up stomping over to him arms crossed over my chest. "Spencer how many times can I say I'm sorry for you hurting your leg?" He was chasing an unsub and was about to handcuff him when I accidentally fell down the stairs making my gun accidentally go off. He has to wear a cast for a week's but they got the bullet out no problem. "Y/n, I can't forgive you for this. Hotch has kept me here when I was going to visit my mom since our next case is in Vegas. Now because of you I can't so thanks a lot!" Throwing my hair over my shoulder I turned on my heels exiting the building. Getting in my car I turned the key driving through the city even though it was starting to rain heavy outside.

Sitting at a red light it changed to green where I started to go until someone slammed into the side of my truck. My head hits the steering wheel and I don't remember anything after that. I hear a beeping sound in my ear squinting my eyes opened I could see I was laying in a hospital bed. An iv sticking into my left hand before I heard foosteps enter the room suprising me at who it was, Spencer. "Y/n, thank goodness you're alright. I was so worried that you wouldn't wake up from the accident. I'm so so sorry for what I said earlier. I didn't mean I was just upset in the moment." He has tears falling down his face pulling up a chair at my bedside where I give him a confused look across my face. "Spencer, what happened to me. What accident?" He reaches over taking my hand in his with sad puppy dog eyes as he spoke. "Someone ran a red light and crashed into the side of you. You've been in a coma for a few days where I was terrified you wouldn't wake up."

"I can't believe I got hit like that. What about the case in Vegas how did that go?" I asked knowing that the team must have gone without me since I was in the hospital. Spencer glanced in the direction of the door answering my question. "It went fine actually everybody is in the lobby waiting to see the news. I'll go get them." Before he could leave I snagged his wrist holding him in his place where he raised a brow down at me. "Wait Spencer...I forgive you. I know you wouldn't yell at me and not feel guilty about it." He leans down kissing me quickly until I grab the collar of his shirt deepening the kiss. His right hand runs through my hair until we heard a camera flash and Garcia squealing. "Awe they made up with a kiss. So adorable." Spencer and I broke away both blushing like crazy.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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4 - Who Knows Her Better

Part 5

My Genius Prince

Tag list - @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

Spencer’s pov

It was a rainy evening when we were sitting on the couch inside my apartment. I was sitting more upright on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table in front of us. The team had been working through some long cases the past few weeks so I was finally getting my time with Rosalind. She was laying asleep beside me until her body started sturing. “Ugh! No….no….no!”

“Roz?” I shifted calling her name but I didn’t touch her just watching her mumbling some noises of discomfort.

She turned her hands into fists kicking the blanket she had off her legs. “Get off me…..daddy no!” She cried sniffing through some tears but didn’t open her eyes yet.

“Roz….Rosalind.” I called her name a second time, touching her shoulder, shaking her awake.

She takes a swing where I grunted when she punched me in the stomach. “I said get off me, dad!”

“Uh! Roz.” I grunted holding a hand over the part of my chest that now hurt. But with my freehand I snagged her wrist finally getting her to wake up.

She blinked through some tears croaking out in a labored breath. “Spencer…..did I….I didn’t mean to…”

“Shhh I know. I know you didn’t.” I told her.

She began crying some more tears. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I….I really didn’t mean to….I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t apologize Roz. I know you didn’t mean to.” Releasing her wrist that I was holding onto I moved that hand through her tousled hair trying to calm her down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rosalind hugs her knees to her chest making a noise. “Mmm.”

“Was it a nightmare?” I kept running my fingers through her hair.

She sucked in a breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment. “It was…about my father.”

“What happened with you and your father?” I questioned her, trailing my gaze over her body, being able to tell she was shaking from the nightmare.

She focused her attention back to me, scooting over when I held open my arms for her. “When I was six years old he tried to kiss me when I was playing Cinderella with him. He tried to touch me inappropriately but my mother came in to see what we were doing. Once she found us she called the police and he was arrested.”

“I’m sorry he did that to you. If you get any more nightmares you can call me.” I explained to her that she lay her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck in comfort.

Wrapping my arms around her waist I stared down at her. “Thanks Spence….I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’ll always be here, Roz.” She lifts her head up staring me straight in the eye. She pushed her nose against mine giggling when I finished my sentence. “Just know if you can’t find me don’t worry cause I’ll find you. I’ll always find you.”

I smiled brightly when she leaned up kissing me slowly mumbling into our kiss. “You’ll always find me, huh. Now you’re sounding like Prince Charming.”

“I’m a profiler. I think…I think that’s better.” I chuckled at her feeling her rest her head back where it was and I draped the blanket she had kicked on the floor back over us so we could sleep.

Hotch had split the team up like we did on all our other actual cases. Rossi and Morgan were working on the information Garcia had already presented us with on the plane seeing if we missed anything. JJ was doing what she could to bring in Rosalind’s mother and best friend Malia. Leaning back in my rolling chair I put my face in my hands. “What am I missing here? What is not connecting in my memory right now?”

“Spence, how’s it going?” I heard footsteps come inside and reveal Emily to me.

Gripping my hair in my fingers still I growled under my breath. “I don’t understand this feeling. I’m stressed over this way more than I have been with any of our cases.”

“Well this isn’t like any of our normal cases. This is personal for you with it being about your girlfriend.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Dropping my hands down on the table scanning over the papers. Reading over these files I now knew more about my girlfriend then I ever thought it would. Everything from her parents history, school social life, medicinal history and all of the above. “Yeah but that should make it easier. Since I know what her response would have been…but all I can think about is if she is alive or dead.”

“This job is hard enough everyday. We just have to have hope that she is strong enough to make it look enough to find her.” Emily told me, sending me a weak smile.

Someone came rushing through the police station and I recognized the girl with tan skin and hair color the same as Emily’s. But she had it up in a ponytail rather than loose like I had seen it the first time we met. “I’m looking for Dr. Reid - Spencer!”

“Malia?” Rising to my feet I sent her a shocked look not prepared to see her this fast since we had only landed an hour ago. Yet here she was already at the police station.

She throws her hands up panicking. “I have tried calling Rosalind all morning and there’s been nothing. She never turns her phone off for anything - and she always answers my texts or calls - I - she’s in trouble.”

“I know, Malia. I asked my team at work to help me find her.” I replied.

Somebody else came running around the corner trying to catch their breath showing it was JJ. “Guys, I just heard that Malia Tames is here - oh you already found her great.”

“Where is my best friend?” Malia spun around her voice croaking in fear.

JJ pointed over her shoulder. “Ms. Tames, if I can ask you some questions about Rosalind in one of the conference rooms-“

“I’ll ask her the questions with you, JJ.” I interrupted her and the three of us went into an empty room.

Malia sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh. “What type of questions are you going to ask me that he can’t already answer for you. He’s her boyfriend after all.”

“You’ve been around here for your whole lives. You may not think about it but there’s something you might know that may actually be useful and you just didn’t know it.” JJ explained to her taking a seat beside her leaving me standing in front of the two women.

Rosalind’s best friend nodded. “Okay I guess you’re right.”

“How was Rosalind’s relationship with her parents growing up?” JJ started the questions off.

Malia shrugged her shoulders. “Normal like any parent and kids would be.”

“Was there anybody that Rosalind didn’t get along with very well?” I asked her.

She paused and mumbled the words we had just started coming to the conclusion with on our plane. “Not really…unless you say her father.”

“Because of the incident when she was six years old.” I answered her question and JJ looked at me. “She told me about it one night after she had a nightmare about what happened.”

Malia parted her lips. “I mean I don’t see how they wouldn’t give someone a nightmare. She was just a kid after all.”

JJ’s phone vibrates and she leaves the room giving us the chance to be alone. She shut the door where I sat down in her spot sighing heavily. “Have you reached out to her mother at all?”

“No I haven’t yet.” She answered me staring at me when I put my face in my hands. “How hard is this for you?”

Throwing my head back I huffed. “Extremely. I just…I need to know if she’s still alive or not.”

“If I know anything about my best friend she won’t go down without a fight. She doesn’t like to lose without giving it everything she’s got. Honestly she’s probably fighting even more to get back to you.” Malia exclaimed, clasping her hands together in her lap.

Glancing in her direction I sniffed through some tears. “Why do you think she'd fight more?”

“Because she’s told me you might be the best thing that happened to her. You technically are her first boyfriend ever. I mean she had crushes in school but never was brave enough to do anything about it until that night we met you.” She responded with a tearful smile hearing some people running around the office room outside.

“What's going on?” Malia questions getting up at the same time as me.

Looking back at her I raised my hand heading towards the door leaving her alone for a second. “I don't know. I'll find out what's happening. Stay here.”

Walking around the corner I saw that JJ and Hotch were talking with each other. They turned their attention over to me seeing I was standing there waiting for an answer or some type of information. “Reid, the local law enforcement. They just found someone parked on the side of the road that matches the description.”

“So you really think it's her. Is she here?” I questioned feeling my heart skipping a beat with excitement.

JJ smiled at me seeing the hope in my eyes. “They transported her to the nearest hospital.”

“Then we have to go now.” Running back to the room I flung the door opened with Malia instantly looking at me. “Let’s go see if it's her or not.”

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[hopelessvows]

HE LOOKS SO HUSBAND CORE HERE… like I just woke up and he has his cup of coffee he’s sipping on while working and my sleepy figure coming into the kitchen distracts him

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[veruhhh]

I need fanfic ideas

Smut, angst, fluff

Will right for

STRANGER THINGS

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Steve

001/Peter/Henry

Nancy

Robin

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Joyce

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So kiss me

This is a one shot I made :) (masterlist)

Warnings: Unprotected sex; smut

word count: 1443

summary: y/n and her best friend, Spencer share a room after a day working on a case.

Author’s note: This is just the basic best friends have sex with each other with a small plot at the beginning type thing. Hope you guys enjoy :)

A shiver ran down my spine as Reid’s breath hit the side of my neck. We were busy trying to solve a case and I was pinpointing the exact area the unsub would be located. Reid of course, with his need to always be right was looking over my shoulder the whole time. It was sort of understandable, as I was new to the team, but I got the position for a reason. There was no reason to believe I’d mess it up.

Spencer, along with Garcia, were the most welcoming to my arrival. He had asked me to get lunch for the team with him on my first day. At my old job as a detective for the NYPD, I got undermined a lot because I was a woman and I was scared the same things were going to happen here. I was completely wrong though.

I noticed all the women on the team are treated with complete respect, the boss even being a woman named Erin Strauss. They all greeted me with open arms too, always inviting me to their girls nights every other Saturday, even when I didn’t know anything about any of them. Now, even though I’ve only been here a month, I’m closer with all of them than I was with anyone in New York.

Spencer and I became the closest, though. We had similar senses of humor, and instead of finding his rambling annoying, I loved it. Learning new things always interested me and coming from him was just a plus. Of course I thought he was attractive, too, with his skinny, but toned body, curly hair, and eye bags. Okay fine, I liked Reid. Nobody was ever going to find out, though.

“Can you back up a little bit,” I joked, “You’re breath stinks.” I grabbed my nose and swatted the air with my other hand to add on to the joke. 

“My breath doesn’t stink!” He screeched, breathing into his hand and sniffing it.

“Spencer, sweetie, I was only kidding,” I laughed, “and you should call Hotch, tell him we have a location.”

“Actually, I don't think I should. Don’t want Hotch to get bothered by my ‘hot breath’” He said, closing his leather bag and walking out of the room. I rolled my eyes and started dialing Hotch’s number on my phone. 

By the end of the day, we had another dead body and no name. We all needed rest. By the time we got to the hotel, half of the team was practically falling asleep. Before handing out keys, Hotch explained how we needed to share rooms during this case.

“Morgan and Garcia, Emily and JJ, Y/n and Reid, and me and Rossi,” He said handing the keys to each pair, “If you don’t like your partner you can switch, you’re all adults, do what you want.”

I looked at Spencer hoping he wasn’t disgusted to be paired with me. A smile on his face put my anxiety to rest, though. I crossed the room to speak to him. “Looks like we’re going to be roomies,” I stated, holding out the key, “Unless I make you uncomfortable, Reidy boy.”

“I'll switch rooms if you call me that again, y/n” He shot back as we started walking to our room.

“You have a problem with it reidy boy, you can take it up with my ass.” I said as we finally reached the door. I put the key in, unlocking the room. As I walked in my eyes went wide. There was only one bed. I was fine sharing a room with him, but a bed! My heart would explode!

“What! Why would he give us a room with only one bed?” I asked.

“This has happened before. There were only rooms with single-beds left. I can take the floor if it makes you uncomfortable,” He said looking over me at the predicament.

“Don’t be silly. It’s just you. We can sleep in the same bed for a few nights,” I said, even if my brain disagreed with the idea, my heart happily agreed, “Just don't ask to share the shower, too.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” He whispered, walking past me, putting his stuff on the left side of the bed. I followed suit, putting mine on the right.

“I’m going to go shower, then head to bed,” He told me walking toward the bathroom with his shower supplies. I nodded. Once the bathroom door was locked behind him, I began changing into my pajamas.I just put on a sweater and pajama shorts.

I turned on the tv for background noise before turning off the lights to try and fall asleep. Sleep overtook me fast. The next thing I remember is waking up to the bed softly shaking. Confusion set over me, but I didn’t ask what was going on. I figured it out soon enough,though, when a small moan escaped Spencer’s throat. It was deep, but quick, like he didn’t mean to, and he probably didn’t. Arousal began to pool in my underwear at the thought of what he was doing, though. 

Before my brain even thought about what I was doing, my hands touched his face, pulling it to face me. It reddened at the sight of me awake. 

“I am so sorry,” He quickly said, trying to get up. My hands stopped him, though. I didn’t say anything, instead deciding on pulling him into a kiss. He pulled away quickly, with a confused look on his face. As soon as he felt my reassuring touch, though, he pulled me back in. It was heated and fast. It felt like electricity made every strand of hair on my body stick up. 

He sat up, straddling me and kissing me down my body. I pulled off my sweater revealing the top half of my body to him. Whatever he was planning stopped completely at the sight of me. He paused for a second, before leaning back down and taking one of my boobs in his mouth. A small moan left my lips as my hands tangled in his hair. He switched boobs, giving them even attention. 

“Spencer I want you,” I whined, “Fuck me please.”

“If that's what you want,” He said, pulling my shorts and underwear off of my all in one take. His fingers went to my pussy, rubbing my clit. 

“You’re already so wet, y/n,” He stated, beginning to line himself up to my entrance.

He slowly pushed into me, giving me a second to adjust to his length. Once I nodded, he began pulling out, then slamming back in, hitting my sweet spot causing a moan to escape from me. He pushed my legs back, causing him to get more areas as he continued to pound into me. 

I hadn’t had sex in months, so Spencer felt amazing. It had only been a few minutes but I was already so close. One of my hands grabbed his shoulder, the other massaged my clit. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I barely got out the words, pleasure coursing through me. “I’m close too. Cum with me, y/n,” He groaned. Just his talking could get me off. With all the pleasure I was feeling, my orgasm began to wash over me. My legs shook and I screamed Spencer’s name, my hands pulling at his hair. Soon after me, he pulled out, jacking himself off. 

Before he could come over me, I put my lips on his cock, pumping back and forth. The taste of myself overcoming all of my senses. He began to fuck my mouth, tangling his hands in his hair.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moaned, finally finishing off, his cum coating the back of my throat. I swallowed all of it. 

“You’re so sexy,” He said looking down at me before pulling me into another kiss. Exhausted, we both fell asleep quickly, still naked. 

The next morning I woke up, all of my limbs tangled up with Spencer’s. A smile washed over my face and I snuggled back in, before I realized what had woken me up. 

“You owe me ten dollars,” I heard Hotch say. Mortified, I turned around quickly, waking Spencer up. 

“I told you making them share a room would work,” Morgan stated. 

“What are you guys doing in here!” I yelled.

“You both were late, so we came to check on you. We can see you’re both fine, though,” Morgan replied walking out. Hotch followed him, closing the door behind him. I look back at Spencer. His mouth was wide open. He looked as embarrassed as I felt. 

“They know,” I said, “So kiss me.”

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Spencer Reid Gif Imagine

You surprise him on set to tell him your pregnant

"Guys! I'm gonna be a father!" He yelled out happily and the cast ran over to congratulate the two of you

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[blue-blvd1949]

Mr. Smarty

Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer is sprawled out in your couch blabbering and looking so good with messy hair and all you want is the aching pain in your panties to dissapear <3

Word count: 1175

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Mr. Smarty is a nickname you gave Spencer long before you started dating, it’s your own fun and unique way of calling him a smarty pants when he blabbers on for too long.

He was sprawled out on the couch talking to you about a niche topic and spitting facts about it, you loved his blabbers but in times when you were extremely horny and your panties were damp you wanted him to stop talking and pay attention to your sweet cunt. But you never had the heart to tell him to shut up as you want him to always talk to you about whatever he wants to.

You were in the kitchen making a snack for both of you hearing his blabbers and you saying “I didn’t know that” and “wow, really?”. After you were done you walked towards him and sat next to him. You placed the plate of freshly cut strawberry’s with chocolate on the side on the coffee table just in reach for both of you. As you sat down your head fell into his shoulder with your legs towards him.

After 25 minutes in the same position you shimmied down and laidback with your head in his lap. He started playing with your hair and pushing it behind your ears. Slowly your panties started to get more and more needy.

He noticed quickly when you started rubbing your thighs together trying to get some type of friction.

“Mr. Smarty how is it that you know so much about everything and anything?” You asked him looking up at him and batting your eyelashes.

“Well by using my library card and reading books” he said with a slight chuckle, he put his hand on top of your head as you were still looking up at him.

“That’s so cool that i have a super smart boyfriend” as you were saying that his hand slowly crawled to your cheek and he cupped it. As a natural response you started rubbing your face against it.

“You think I’m cool baby?” He said grabbing your face squishing it and running his thumb across your lips and letting it settle there.

“I’ve always thought you were cool Spence” you said with a lowly voice anticipating his next move. You could see and feel a bulge grow under you which got you even wetter if that was possible.

He pushed his thumb in to your mouth and you knew what to do. Swirling your tongue and sucking on his thumb got him going, he started imagining your mouth against his dick and what wonder you would do to it. like if you haven’t sucked him off many times before.

“Get down” he said releasing his hand from your mouth and pushing you down. You instantly did what he said and got in between his legs.

As you were unzipping his pants and pulling him out you got your mouth ready to take him as he was quite big and couldn’t always get him all in.

His dick got out of its confines and looked harder than you’ve ever seen it with precum on it’s tip.

You grabbed his dick with both hands as you were kissing it lightly and giving small licks. His hands went from being on his lap to your hair starting to guide you through it.

“Just like that baby” he said making his dick go through your lips and get the tip in.

Your tongue started swirling around it, sucking it before entering a lot more in your mouth and bopping your head.

He stopped you for a minute bringing your head up slightly to make eye contact and say to you “You’re so pretty taking me in your mouth baby”

You closed your eyes with his remark and started sucking harder. It didn’t take much before you started deep throating him taking as much as possible. His hands were tangled in your hair holding it back for you.

“Fuck I’m so close… keep doing that” he instructed and you followed through with his orders.

As your hands were on his knees, your mouth was fucking him. Your chin and lips covered completely in a mix of your saliva and his cum, slowly it was dripping onto his pants most likely leaving a stain for tomorrow.

As he started getting closer to his orgasm he was throbbing against your tongue, your eyes were shiny with tears in them holding back so you could give him as much pleasure you could.

He was bucking into you making you slightly gag the sensation pushed him over the edge. He was cumming into your mouth and you tried your best to keep your mouth open for him. As he slowly pulled out you swallowed it and gave him a innocent smile as if his dick wasn’t in your mouth 30 seconds ago.

“Come up pretty girl” he said patting on his thigh. You instantly got up and sat on his lap, his dick right between your legs sitting nicely between your clothed folds.

“Please Spence…” you said against his ear eagerly hugging him tightly.

“Let me just get these off” he said snapping your panties. You hovered above him looking down and on him taking them off and putting them in his pocket. As you sat back down Spencer grabbed his dick aligning it against your puffy hole that’s been begging for him all night.

Before you could start moaning against him and tell him how good it feels he smashed his lips against yours, tongue deep into your mouth making you more and more desperate.

“God you taste so good” he said against your lips.

“I could say the same thing Mr. Smarty” kissing him back, plunging down onto his dick you arched your back and moaned against him.

Slowly you got yourself up and down creating a good rhythm against him.

“You always make me feel so good Spence” you said eyes closed and mouth slightly open with arched eyebrows.

You quickened your pace riding him, Spencer started thrusting up which took you by surprise and made you near your orgasm.

“P-Please… Like that” you meekly said.

“That feel good huh baby hm?” he said going faster and hitting that plungy spot inside you.

“S-So good S-Spence…” you said grabbing onto him harder leaving nail indents on his back, you were surely going to be teased about in the morning.

“S-So close” you said right before cumming all over his dick and lap.

That’s all it took for him to cum all inside you making you into a cream pie.

Neither of you wanted to pull out so you stayed in the same position letting your orgasm ride out for however time it would take you.

“Do you feel okay?” He asked pushing your hair back and squeezing your ass slightly.

“Yea just want to stay like this for a while” you said taking in his musky smell of cologne and sex.

It will forever be your favorite scent <3

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[spencerreidswhore187]

Statistically Speaking

Summary: One drunken night, whilst undercover in Vegas, you and your least favourite colleague, Spencer Reid, accidentally get married. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x g!n Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

T/W: Mentions of alcohol and guns

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The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred as the night unfolded. Undercover on a high-stakes case, you and Spencer Reid—your arch-nemesis—found yourselves thrown into the midst of the city's wild energy. For some unknown reason, the two of you had never got on. You were always fighting, arguing and trying to sabotage the other. Well, unknown to Spencer. You only hated him because he made it clear how much he didn't like you from day one - not that you’d ever admit it. 

The team had sent you to a casino, undercover as a couple, trying to get a lead on an arms dealer. Instead, you ended up drowning your frustrations and differences in drinks. The night was a whirlwind of laughter, shared secrets, and surprisingly genuine moments. The alcohol flowed freely, clouding your judgment. Before you knew it, you were stumbling back to your hotel room in the early hours of the morning.

Waking up with a pounding headache and a hazy memory, you groggily opened your eyes to find Spencer lying beside you.

“What-”

A flicker of panic surged through you as you noticed a glint on your finger. You held up your hand, squinting at the unexpected sight of a ring.

The band was adorned with small, twinkling crystals that encircled a modest yet sparkling diamond like a constellation.

"What the hell happened last night?" you muttered to yourself. The memories were fragmented, like pieces of a puzzle waiting to be put together.

Spencer stirred beside you, rubbing his temples and blinking against the harsh light. His eyes widened as he slowly processed where the is and the ring on your finger. A moment of stunned silence passed between both of you before he spoke, his voice a mix of confusion and realisation.

"Did we... get married?”

As the weight of Spencer's words hung in the air, you exchanged bewildered glances, both attempting to unravel the mystery of the events that transpired the night before.

"I can't believe this," Spencer mumbled, his voice a mix of disbelief and mild panic. "We were undercover, trying to gather intel on that arms dealer. How did we end up married?”

Pieces of the previous night's escapade start to slowly come together in your mind. Flashes of laughter, clinking glasses, and a hasty decision made in the heat of the moment flood your memory. The realisation hit you both simultaneously, and a burst of nervous laughter escaped your lips.

"We might have, uh, taken the whole 'cover' thing a bit too far," you admit, a sheepish smile forming on your face.

Spencer runs a hand through his tousled hair. "This is... unexpected.”

The sound of urgent footsteps outside the hotel room door interrupted your awkward exchange. Both of you tensed.

"We need to figure out how to handle this," Spencer whispered to you. "But for now, let's focus on the mission. We can deal with the aftermath later.”

As Spencer finished his sentence, a knock echoed through the room. You exchanged a quick, determined glance before Spencer moved to answer the door.

It's the team - Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, Garcia and JJ - ready to discuss the next steps in your undercover operation. Your mind races as you Spencer opens the door.

The team filed into the hotel room. Hotch surveyed the room with his usual intensity, immediately honing in on you and Spencer sitting side by side at the table near the bed. There's a momentary pause, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that doesn't go unnoticed. They know, you realised.

"Reid, Y/N, any new developments?" Hotch asked, his gaze lingering just a fraction longer than usual.

You and Spencer exchange a quick, almost imperceptible glance. Spencer, ever the master of composure, began discussing your latest findings and the potential leads in the case. The team, however, seemed more interested in the unusual dynamic in the room, enjoying the peace and quiet from your constant bickering. Morgan shot a knowing smirk at Rossi, and Prentiss raised an eyebrow, her perceptive gaze fixed on the two of you.

Garcia couldn’t help but interject with her trademark enthusiasm. "Lovebirds, got any post-mission plans? Maybe a little honeymoon action in the city of sin?”

Your cheeks flushed, and Spencer raised an eyebrow at Garcia's comment. The team's reactions ranged from amusement to curiosity. They exchanged glances, clearly aware something had happened between the two of you.

"Let's stay on track,” Hotch commanded. “Y/N, Reid, ensure you're maintaining cover without any compromises. We can address any personal matters once the case is closed.”

The case at hand revolved around an elusive arms dealer known for supplying weapons to various criminal organisations. The BAU had been tracking a series of illegal arms transactions across the country, all leading back to a shadowy figure with connections to international criminal networks.

The latest lead pointed to Las Vegas as the epicentre of the dealer's operations. The city's bustling nightlife, intricate web of contacts, and numerous potential buyers made it the perfect hub for illicit activities. The team suspected that the arms dealer was planning a significant deal that could have far-reaching consequences, possibly involving a dangerous new weapon on the market.

Your role, alongside Spencer, was to gather intel, getting as close to the operation as possible by posing as a couple interested in the arms trade. 

“We have reason to believe the unsub will be dining at the Aurelia Elegante tonight,” said Prentiss.

“Garcia, can you get a booking there for tonight?” Asked Hotch. 

Penelope tapped away on her laptop, giving the team a thumbs up after a few seconds.

“Y/N and Reid, you will both have earpieces and we’ll be waiting in the van around back. Do your best to blend it, do your best to interact with him without raising suspicion. Does everyone understand?” 

The team nodded. As the door closed, leaving you and Spencer alone again, the weight of the situation settled in.

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"You know," Spencer started adjusting his tie as you walked towards the entrance of the restaurant, "I never thought I'd have the pleasure of going on a fake date with my sworn enemy.”

"Enemy? Really, Reid? Isn't that a bit dramatic?" you retorted, rolling your eyes.

Spencer smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Just trying to keep things interesting. But don't worry, I'll make sure our marriage is the talk of the town.”

"Let's focus on the mission, shall we?" you replied, masking a smile. "And for the record, we’re arch-nemeses.”

He chuckled, a hint of amusement softening his usual seriousness. "We'll see about that.”

"You know, for someone who claims to have an IQ of 187, you're surprisingly lacking in social skills," you quipped, your eyes narrowing at Spencer.

He shot back with a sardonic grin. "Well, I'd rather be lacking in social skills than tact, Y/N.”

“Wow. You’re hilarious,” you deadpanned. 

As you entered the restaurant, the conversation subsided. The team's instructions echoed in your earpieces, guiding you toward the unsub’s location.

Once seated, Spencer leaned in, his eyes glinting mischievously. "So, how do you think our fake dating story should go? High school sweethearts reunited by fate? A spontaneous, drunken wedding in Vegas?”

You scoffed, playing along. "More like sworn enemies forced into a twisted partnership."

His lips curled into a wry smile. “Ah, the classic love story.”

The waiter handed you both menus, and you shifted your focus to the task at hand. As you scanned the room, you caught sight of a figure entering the restaurant—a man whose demeanour exuded confidence and authority. You had spent endless nights awake researching the arms dealer and there was no mistaking that this was him.

Spencer discreetly nudged you, his eyes flicking toward the approaching figure. "Looks like our guest of honour just arrived.”

The arms dealer, known by the alias "Black Serpent," made his way through the restaurant, exchanging nods with select individuals. His presence commanded attention.

Maintaining your cover, you and Spencer continued your conversation, occasionally glancing in the unsubs direction. The challenge now was to find an opportune moment to engage him in a way that wouldn't raise suspicion.

As the evening unfolded, the tension in the air grew. The arms dealer seemed engrossed in discussions with his date, making it difficult to approach him discreetly. The team, monitoring the situation from a distance, communicated updates through your earpieces.

Finally, as dessert arrived, the unsub stood from his table.

There was a shared moment of silent understanding between you and Spencer. The team's voices hummed discreetly in your earpieces. 

Hotch’s urgency pierced through the calm facade.

"Stay calm. We need to keep him here," Hotch advised.

Spencer, despite his usual composed demeanour, couldn’t hide the flicker of concern in his eyes.

The menus in your hands suddenly felt heavier, the challenge of keeping him engaged without raising suspicion became more critical with each passing second. 

Hotch's voice broke through the static.

"You need to distract him. Find a way to keep him here," Hotch instructed, urgency lacing his words.

In a moment of panic, you discreetly slipped the ring off your finger and passed it to Spencer. He caught on instantly and, with a deft move, took the ring into his hand.

As the arms dealer starts to leave, Spencer seizes the opportunity, his face lighting up with a mix of charm and faux sincerity.

“Y/N, I have been waiting months to do this," Spencer said, dropping to one knee and holding out the engagement ring.

You play along, feigning shock and delight, covering your mouth with shaking hands.

A ripple of surprise moved through the surrounding tables as patrons shifted their attention to you and Spencer. Even the unsub paused, watching curiously to see how this turned out.

"Remember that time in Chicago when we stumbled upon that bookstore trying to get out of the rain? It didn’t matter that you were drenched, you were entranced by the old books. I watched you drag your finger across their old spines as you hummed to yourself. There was a small, beautiful smile on your face as if someone had told a joke only you were privy to. At that moment, I knew there was something truly special about you," Spencer continues, his eyes locked onto yours.

You had been on a case a year or two ago when that happened; you didn’t think that Spencer had remembered. 

The surrounding tables become hushed as Spencer continued. 

"I've witnessed you at your best and your worst, Y/N. Through it all, I have been nothing but enamoured by you. I-I love you, I always have. Even during our occasional bickering," he added, a playful smile playing on his lips. “Will you do me the honour of being my wife?” 

"Yes," you responded, the word escaping your lips with a hint of genuine emotion. Momentarily, you forgot this was all fake, an act, a performance. Momentarily, you forgot that you and Spencer were not the only people in the room.

The boundaries between reality and the undercover performance started to blur, and a haze of uncertainty clouded your thoughts. In that split second, you had to keep reminding yourself that this was a charade. The charm in Spencer's eyes feels genuine, and for a heartbeat, you entertain the notion that he truly, truly loved you.

But then, reality came crashing down.

 The earpiece buzzed with updates from the team, snapping you out of the fleeting illusion. You remembered the undercover mission, the arms dealer, and the necessity of the proposal diversion.

Amidst the applause and cheers from the surrounding tables, you play your part, feigning surprise and joy as Spencer slips the ring onto your finger.

Distracted, you watch the unsub start moving towards the exit. Spencer dropped several notes on the table and grabbed your hand as you two rushed off to follow him.

You and Spencer navigated the alleyway. There, at the end, the unsub had started a deal in a shadowy corner, several metres away from you. 

Spencer pulled you close against him so you could discretely observe, waiting for the right moment to take him down. 

You were still rattled by Spencer's words, his unexpected description of that rainy day in Chicago. There was this weird feeling in your stomach. You were shocked annoyed and irritated that you had been lost in the act. But the most confusing thing was that Spencer had not yet let go of your hand. 

"That was quite the performance, boy genius. Didn't know you had it in you," you whispered, a teasing glint in your eyes.

Spencer smirked, "Well, necessity and whatnot, Y/N. And you played your part quite convincingly too.”

But the arms dealer must have heard you as he cocked his gun, aiming it towards you as he shouted “Who’s there?”

Spencer didn’t miss a beat; he grabbed your face, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate, the kiss was unexpected but you knew what he was doing - keeping up appearances.

The kiss started tentatively but soon your movements became frantic and desperate. As the seconds pass, you couldn’t help but feel a strange connection, a hint of something beyond the act.

Real or not, if you knew he was this good a kisser, you would have married him much earlier. 

Spencer's hand, warm and steady, found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer. The dampness of the alley beneath your feet and the impending chaos seemed inconsequential at this moment.

As you pulled away, you dropped Spencer’s hand. Putting on a sweet, fake smile you walked towards the unsub. 

“Ohmygosh I’m so sorry,” you gushed. “This is so so embarrassing! I thought we were alone out here, oh gosh.” You walked towards the unsub who seemed momentarily taken aback. 

“We just got engaged, you see!” You explained, gesturing at Spencer who hesitantly hovered behind you. 

“Congratulations,” said the man hesitantly. As he spoke, you widened your eyes, discretely trying to indicate what you were planning to Spencer. He seemed to understand. 

“Show him the ring, babe,” Spencer said.  

Excitedly, you raised your hand to show the unsub the ring. You had to admit, although it pained you, Spencer had good taste. 

As the unsub leaned in for a closer look, you seized the opportunity. In a swift motion, you grabbed his wrists, pinning his arms behind his back as you spun him around and handcuffed him. 

You read the dealer his rights as Spencer chased after the figure he was selling to. 

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After the successful arrest of the arms dealer, the team dispersed. You offered a quick "goodnight" to your colleagues. You hoped Spencer, ever observant, didn’t notice the subtle tension in your demeanour. As you made your way to your room, a flood of conflicting emotions overwhelmed you.

Entering the quiet solitude of your room, you couldn’t shake the residual confusion from the case. The success of the operation was overshadowed by the unexpected array of emotions you had started to feel. Especially the lingering disappointment that none of it was real. 

As you prepared for a restless night, a knock interrupted your thoughts. You opened the door to find Spencer standing there, an uncharacteristic nervousness in his demeanour. "Can I come in?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

You open the door wider, letting him enter. The atmosphere in the room was charged with an unusual tension. "Um-" you begin, but Spencer speaks at the same time, “So-“

The simultaneous interruption elicited a brief, nervous chuckle from both of you, breaking the ice just a fraction. Spencer took a step forward, his eyes searching yours for a clue about what's on your mind.

Spencer hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I noticed something was bothering you back there. Are you okay?”

You glanced at him, conflicted emotions swirling beneath the surface. "It's just been a long day, Spencer. Successful mission, but there were some…unexpected moments.”

He nods, seemingly understanding, but the tension between you remained palpable. An awkward silence descended, unusual for two individuals whose interactions usually consisted of insults and jibes.

"You know," he started, his voice softer than usual, "we make a good team when we put our differences aside.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected sincerity in his words. "Are you saying you enjoyed our date tonight?”

Spencer smirked, a hint of humour playing on his lips. "It was surprisingly effective, and you played your part convincingly.”

The tension eased a bit. ”Well, don't get used to it. This doesn't mean I like you," you retort, but there's a subtle twinkle in your eye.

Spencer chuckled, the atmosphere shifted from awkward to slightly more relaxed. "Fair enough. But seriously, if something's bothering you, you can talk to me. We're a team, after all.”

You hesitate for a moment, the conflicting emotions from the undercover mission and the unusual connection with Spencer weighing on you. "It's just... tonight felt so real. And... um, we were drunk and got married in Vegas? I’ve not really processed that yet.”

Spencer's expression shifted, a flicker of realisation in his eyes. “We’ve been so busy with the case we haven’t discussed it yet. Do you remember much?”

It all started coming back to you then: the laughter that echoed as you and Spencer stumbled into a chapel, impulsively deciding to partake in a makeshift wedding ceremony.

The Elvis impersonator, a short figure in a bedazzled jumpsuit, was the officiator. Grinning as you and Spencer, caught in the whirlwind of a drunken escapade, prepared to exchange vows.

Spencer's usually reserved demeanour seemed to dissolve in the face of the unexpected festivities. His eyes, usually focused, held a glint of unbridled amusement. The corners of his lips curled into a rare and somewhat goofy smile as he faced you.

The Elvis impersonator, with a theatrical flourish, prompted Spencer to begin his improvised vows. Spencer, swaying slightly on his feet, cleared his throat, a nervous playing on his lips.

“Uh, Y/N, where do I begin?” Spencer began, his words punctuated by the occasional glance towards the glittering jumpsuit-clad officiator. “I, um, I suppose I've never been good at expressing, you know, feelings. But, well, here we are, in this... unique situation.”

The crowd of tipsy onlookers erupted in laughter. Spencer’s gaze locked onto yours with a strange sincerity in his eyes.

“I've spent pretty much my entire life analysing statistics, probabilities, and patterns," he continued. “But, Y/N, you're the most unexpected, unpredictable variable I've ever encountered. And, um, that's strangely…fascinating.”

A ripple of laughter and cheers echoed through the chapel. 

As the officiator prompted you to exchange rings, Spencer fumbled with the small band, his usually nimble fingers betraying his drunkenness. 

It was your turn for vows. You took a deep breath, locking eyes with Spencer, and slurred, “Spencer, Spence, we might be, like, a weird match, and usually, you're my, uh, adversary - especially when we're both sober. But, in this super strange moment... what's the word? There’s nowhere I’d rather be. Yeah, here, with you.”

Laughter erupted again, and Spencer's eyes met yours with a mix of surprise and genuine delight

“You're the anomaly in my carefully calculated world, Spencer," you continued, a playful and gentle smile gracing your lips. "So, here's to embracing the unexpected, facing the unknown, and, well, defying the odds.”

With a theatrical flair, the officiator declared you “partners in crime” and, to the cheers of the onlookers, pronounced you “sort of, kind of, legally bound by the power vested in a tipsy Elvis impersonator.”

As the laughter echoed through the chapel, you and Spencer, gently swaying together in an attempt to stay upright, sealed the moment with a brief peck on the lips. 

Spencer’s nervous chuckle brings you back to the present. 

"Well, at least our drunken alter egos know how to keep things interesting," he remarked, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Who would've thought.”

Both of you settled onto the end of the bed, the reality of the situation sinking in.

"So, technically, we're married," you said, a wry smile on your face.

Spencer nods, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "In the eyes of an Elvis impersonator, at least. I don't think that holds up in court, though.”

The laughter continued, a strange sense of camaraderie emerging. The usual jabs and insults were replaced by a more genuine exchange as if the bizarre circumstances of the last 24 hours had lifted a veil.

“It's just surreal, you know? One moment we're at each other's throats, and the next, “ you paused to do air quotes, “we're legally bound by the whims of a very tipsy Elvis.”

Spencer leant back, mirroring your contemplative expression. "Life has a way of throwing curveballs, especially in our line of work. I never would've predicted this turn of events, but here we are.”

The room was filled with a sense of shared understanding and, for a moment, the complexities of your lives seemed distant. It was just Spencer and you. 

The laughter and banter gradually faded, leaving a moment of quiet introspection as you and Spencer sat side by side on the edge of the bed.

As the silence stretched, Spencer took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on some distant point in the room. The air was thick with anticipation as he finally spoke.

"Hey, so, um, I know our dynamic is... unconventional and I've been terrible at expressing it. But you know, statistically speaking, couples that bicker a lot actually tend to have a longer-lasting relationship. It's this paradox of communication and—"

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, and you turned to face him, cutting off his rambling. "Spence, are you trying to tell me something here?"

He stumbled over his words for a moment before taking another deep breath. "Yes, exactly. I mean, not about the statistics. Well, yes, about the statistics, but also about us. I've liked you, like, romantically liked you, and statistically—"

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at the endearing awkwardness of Spencer's attempt to express his feelings. "Spencer, you don't need statistics to tell me that. I get it."

His eyes widened, a mix of relief and surprise. "Oh, good. I was worried I might have overwhelmed you with the statistical details. You know, statistically, most love confessions—"

You decided to cut off his statistical analysis in the most effective way possible. With a sly grin, you grabbed Spencer's tie and pulled him towards you, closing the gap between you. His eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of curiosity in them.

The kiss starts tentatively, Spencer, initially stunned by your bold move, quickly caught on. His lips were softer than you remembered, different to when you had kissed in the alley - real. 

There was a moment of hesitation, a silent question hanging in the air—do you want this as much as he does? Your response was an enthusiastic one; the kiss deepened.

Spencer’s hand finds its way to the small of your back, a gentle yet firm grip that pulls you closer. Your own hands navigate the planes of his shoulders, the fabric of his tie feeling smooth against your fingertips.

As you pull away, there's a shared moment of breathlessness between you two.

“We have one more night in Vegas, maybe I could show you around.”

The simplicity of his suggestion caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but smile. The idea of Spencer Reid nervously asking you out is endearing in its own right.

"Are you asking me on a date, Spencer?" you teased.

He nodded, a hint of a smile breaking through his usually serious demeanour. "Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, technically, we're already married," he adds, a chuckle escaping him.

You laughed at the irony of the situation. “True…we did have that spontaneous Vegas wedding. But yes, I'd love to go on a date with you.”

"Great. I'll, uh, figure something out. Something... not statistically likely to go wrong.” Spencer said. 

Mustering the confidence to ask, you turned to him. "Did you mean what you said in the restaurant...about Chicago?"

"I meant every word." Spencer's eyes never leave yours. 

"I thought we were rivals, arch-nemeses, sworn enemies? I thought you hated me"

"I hated the way you made me feel, I've not been able to stop thinking about you since you first walked through the doors of the BAU."

You smiled.

“So Reid, what’s the statistical probability that Hollywood will turn our story into a full-blown romantic comedy?” you quipped, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Well, if we factor in our unpredictability and the inherent chaos of our lives, it's safe to say we're defying statistical norms.”

You laughed, "So, what's our romantic comedy title then? 'Undercover Hearts' or 'Marriage by Probability'?"

Spencer paused, considering the options. "I'd go with 'Mathematical Mismatch.' It has a certain statistical ring to it."

You playfully nudged him, "Well, as long as it's not 'Statistically Ever After,' we should be fine."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, "Are you implying our story won't have a fairy-tale ending?"

You smirked, "Oh, I'm sure it will be a uniquely chaotic and statistically improbable ending, just the way we like it."

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A/N: Thank you for reading ◡̈

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[barelytolerabled]

Part 01

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: your first interactions with the team, and the initial tension and skepticism you face.

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You sat alone in your car, staring blankly out of the windshield. The sun was setting in the distance, casting a warm glow over the trees lining the street. It was your first day on the job at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit , and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you prepared to meet your new team. You had lost so much in your life already, and the thought of starting fresh in a new environment was both exciting and terrifying.

You had just stepped into the BAU headquarters, excitement and nervousness tingling through your veins. You had always dreamed of being a part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and today was the day your dream came true. You had even arrived early to make sure you had time to settle in and get a feel for your new environment before the rest of the team arrived.

As you were looking around the new office space, your phone rang. It was an unknown number, which was strange since you didn’t have a lot of people around you, except your grandmother. You answered the phone and a lady's voice was trembling.

You felt your heart sink. Your grandmother had always been her rock, your source of support and comfort. You knew you had to be there for her, but you didn't want to lose your first day at the BAU.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. You hung up the phone and took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

Just then, Agent Hotchner walked into the office, his usual stern expression softening as he saw your troubled face.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his tone gentle.

You took a deep breath before speaking. "My grandmother has been taken to the hospital. It's serious, and I need to go see her."

Agent Hotchner nodded understandingly. "Of course. Take all the time you need. Family comes first."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. You had been worried about how your new team would react to her sudden departure on her first day. But Agent Hotchner's words made you feel welcomed and supported.

"Thank you, sir, really thank you so much" you said, your voice breaking slightly.

Agent Hotchner put a hand on your shoulder. "We're a family here, Agent Yln. We look out for each other."

You nodded, feeling grateful for the kindness of your new boss. You quickly gathered your things and headed out to catch a taxi to be with your family, hoping that your grandmother would pull through.

You enter the hospital room to see your grandmother lying on the bed, looking weak and frail.

“Grandma! How are you feeling? Are you okay?”, you said getting close to her.

“Yn, my darling. I'm so glad you're here. Isn’t today your first day at your new job?”, she responded weakly.

“Yes, Grandma, it is. But none of that matters right now. What happened? Why are you in the hospital?”, you asked tearfully.

“I had a heart attack, dear. The doctors are doing all they can to help me recover.”

“Oh my God. I can't believe this is happening. You're the only person I’ve left, and I don't know what I would do without you.”, you said upset.

“Don't worry, my love.”, she took your hand in hers. “I'm a tough old bird, and I'm not ready to go yet. How was your first day at work?”

“I don't want to talk about that right now, Grandma. I just want to be here with you.”

“Yn, listen to me.”, she seemed concerned. “You have a great future ahead of you, and I don't want my illness to distract you from your dreams. Promise me you'll keep going, no matter what happens to me.”

“I promise, Grandma. I won't let you down.”

“That's my girl. I'm so proud of you, Yn.”, she smiled. “You've grown up to be such a strong and intelligent young woman, and I know you'll do great things at your new job.”

You smiled back an said “Thanks, Grandma. You've always believed in me, and I won't let you down.”

“Now, let me rest for a bit.”, she said closing her eyes. “And go back to work, I'll be okay.”

You stayed by your grandmother's side, holding her hand and talking softly to her a few minutes. Your grandmother is the one who raised you and has always been there for you, and you're determined to do the same for her grandmother now.

You rushed into the BAU conference room, your breaths coming in short, quick gasps. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes rimmed with exhaustion. You had just come back from the hospital after visiting your ailing grandmother. You were already worried about your grandma, and being late for your first day at the BAU did not make things easier.

As you entered the room, you felt all eyes on you. You could feel your cheeks flushing red under their scrutiny. You took a deep breath, straightened your jacket, and tried to compose yourself. You walked towards the conference table, where the BAU team was sitting.

"Sorry I'm late," you said, your voice quavering slightly. "I had an emergency."

Hotch nodded understandingly, but you could feel the rest of the team's eyes still fixed on you. You tried to ignore them and quickly took a seat.

Morgan, the team's resident jock, broke the awkward silence. "Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up."

You tried to keep your composure, but you could feel a flush of anger rising to your cheeks. You hated being the center of attention, and you could feel your anxiety starting to build. But then, you caught Reid's eye. He gave you a small smile of encouragement, and you felt a little more at ease.

Garcia, the team's tech wizard, chimed in with a teasing grin. "Hey, it's not a party until the new girl arrives, right?"

You couldn't help but crack a small smile, feeling a little more comfortable with the team's light-hearted teasing.

As the meeting continued, you listened intently, determined to show the team that you were just as capable and dedicated as they were. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to prove yourself to them. And as the meeting drew to a close, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that your first day was over.

After settling in at your desk, you took a deep breath and stood up to introduce yourself to the rest of the team properly. You walked to the center of the room where the team was gathered, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement.

"Hi everyone," you began, trying to sound confident. "I'm Yn Yln. I just joined the BAU as a special agent."

The team members looked up at you, some nodding in acknowledgement while others continued to work on their cases. You cleared your throat and continued, "I'm originally from Texas, but I've been working for the FBI for a few years now. I'm really excited to be here and work with all of you."

You looked around the room, making eye contact with each of the team members in turn. You noticed that some of them were still skeptical of you, but you hoped that you could win them over with your dedication and hard work.

"I know I have a lot to learn, but I'm eager to get started and contribute to the team in any way I can," you finished, smiling hopefully.

The team members gave you a few polite nods and murmurs of welcome before turning back to their work. You felt a pang of disappointment, but you reminded yourself that you needed to earn their trust and respect through your actions, not just your words. With renewed determination, you returned to your desk and dove into your work.

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[babymetaldoll]

Nemesis (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Can I request a Spencer x reader where they’re dating and she’s always been quiet about her past but then a case comes up in her hometown and her whole past gets uncovered and it’s pretty bad. That’s when they realize why she had been acting like that.

Summary: A case takes the team back to Seattle, (Y/N)’s hometown, only to discover her past was darker than they had ever imagined. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader 

Warnings: This one is dark. Angst, bloody crime details, Criminal Mind usual content, fluff at the end ‘cos I can’t help it. Also, cursing but that’s just how I roll. 

Word count: 2,7K 

Masterlist

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It was obvious there was something wrong with (Y/N). Spencer could see it clearly, though she kept telling him everything was ok. It was easy to read her after working together for five years and dating the last two.

Reid knew he shouldn’t profiler his girlfriend, but he couldn’t help it when he saw the painful expression on her face. She tried to smile when she noticed he was looking at her, but that just made it worse ‘cos now he was sure there was something awfully wrong with her. 

She wasn’t like that when they woke up. She had spent the night over in his apartment, and she looked happy. She made hotcakes for breakfast, and they laughed the whole way to Quantico, talking about the movie they had seen the night before. 

But everything changed the second they received the information of the serial killer they had to catch. 

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When Garcia presented the case, Spencer noticed how his girlfriend’s face turned white. She didn’t even look at the pictures of the crime scenes. (Y/N) fixed her eyes on her notebook on the table and crossed her arms on her chest. She didn’t speak during the briefing, just bite her lips and the inside of her cheeks the whole time.

- “Today, my dear furry friends, you will be flying to (Y/N) ’s hometown, rainy Seattle, for a case that will give me nightmares for the rest week, so I refuse to look at the screen”

(Y/N) held her breath and stayed as still as possible on her chair. 

- “The unsub is targeting couples in their late thirties. He stabs them to death in their bed, places the bodies as if they were asleep, and forces the kids to lay between them. Then, he locks them in the house until they manage to escape”.

Hotch sighed and looked at the team. Family-related cases always were the hardest for him and J.J. Especially when there were kids involved. 

- “The police department asked for our help because they think it might be related to four unsolved murders that took place in Seattle back in the nineties”-

Garcia finished. Hotch stood up and announced, “wheels up in twenty”, and everybody left the room. Everybody but (Y/N), who couldn’t move. 

- “Hey… are you ok?”- Spencer stood in front of her chair and held her hands. She just nodded and tried her best to smile. 

- “I’m just tired, honey, that’s all. It’s been a long week”. 

- “You can tell me if there’s anything wrong, buttercup, you know that”- she tried to smile and stood up. Spencer cupped her face with both hands and kissed her lips sweetly. 

(Y/N) held her breath for a few seconds, making her best not to cry. When he looked at her, she cut him a small smile, trying to show him everything was ok. 

Of course, it was not. 

Neither Spencer nor anyone in the BAU knew (Y/N) ’s secret. She didn’t want to share it with anyone ‘cos it meant everybody would pity her, and she couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t deal with people looking at her like she was a victim. She hated it when it happened back in her hometown, and she knew she couldn’t handle it if their BAU family looked at her like that.

That case hurt her deeper than she could ever explain, and she wasn’t sure she could keep the secret that was killing her alive for much longer. 

-

During the trip, she barely looked at the files. Spencer sat next to her, trying to comfort her. He knew she wouldn’t tell him what was happening, but he wanted to be by her side. He wanted her to know he was there for her, no matter what. 

(Y/N) knew that, but of all people, he was the last one she wanted to share her secret with. She was too embarrassed and too scared he could run away. She was also too damaged, and she had, somehow, managed to cover her wounds for all those years. 

But now, everything was collapsing, and she knew it could only get worse from there. 

- “Morgan, you and Reid talk with the forensic. We need every detail on the killer’s M.O.”- Hotch said as soon as they landed in Seattle- “(Y/N), you and Prentiss talk with the family of the latest victims. JJ, Rossi, we will speak with the police chief and see the previous investigation files”. 

(Y/N)’ s heart stopped for a second. She held her folder fight and nodded, making her best not to show her whole body started shaking. 

Spencer could read it, (Y/N) was hiding something, and it wasn’t something good. He leaned in and kissed her temple and held her hand tight. 

- “Do you want me to go with you? I can ask Hotch…” 

- “No, honey”- she whispered, shaking her head- “I’m ok”

- “Sure”- she nodded and pecked his lips- “I’ll see you back at the police station, ok?”

-

Prentiss was doing all the talking. (Y/N) could barely breathe in that interview. A thirteen years old little girl sat on a couch, nearly crying, holding her grandmother’s hand tight, as if her life depended on it. 

-” I know this is hard, and you are doing great, Kristy. I need you to close your eyes and tell me, what do you remember of that night”. 

Without even notice, (Y/N) did the same. 

- “Mom and dad stayed up after I went to bed. I heard them talking in the kitchen when I went to the bathroom” 

- “What time was it?”- Prentiss whispered 

- “Eleven… eleven-thirty”

- “And do you remember anything odd? anything that didn’t look right?”- Kristy stayed in silence. You could tell she was doing her best to remember. 

- “The neighbor’s dog was barking“

- “Ok, good”- Prentiss praised- “You are doing great, anything else? A smell, a noise?” 

- “I heard something in the closet in the hall, like… like someone was chuckling, so I got scared and ran back to my room”- Kristy was agitated, and tears started falling down her cheeks. (Y/N) held her hands and looked at her, whispering. 

- “You had heard that chuckle before, hadn’t you?”- and the girl nodded. 

- “But your parents told you you were too old to believe in the boogie man, right?”- (Y/N) continued, fighting her own tears.

- “(Y/N)?”- Prentiss was confused

- “It’s not your fault-” (Y/N) whispered and wrapped her arms around the girl, who now started sobbing- “You have to understand it’s not your fault. He wanted you to be scared”. 

- “(Y/N), what are you talking about?”- Prentiss asked her but still didn’t get any answer. 

- “Kristy, this is important. Do you remember if a stranger had been in your house in the last week?”- but the girl just shook her head- “He may have said his car broke down, or he was lost” 

- “A man came last Wednesday”- the girl whispered, still crying- “He said he needed help with his car… dad borrowed him some tools and helped him change his tire”

(Y/N) nodded and looked at Prentiss. 

- “That’s the guy” 

- “How do you know?”- Emily was confused. Not only because tears kept falling from (Y/N) ’s eyes, but because of her deduction. 

- “Believe me, that’s the guy. I’m gonna call Hotch”. 

- “(Y/N)! Wait!”- Prentiss ran after her friend and followed her back to the SUV- “What the hell happened back there?”

- “What do you mean?”- the young agent tried to act as if nothing had happened. Which was impossible, but still, she gave it a shot. 

- “You knew something about this case! You knew the girl had heard the unsub before, how?”

(Y/N) stayed still and just looked at her friend, took a deep breath, and lied. 

- “We studied this case back in the academy. Some of the kids said they had heard a chuckling the days before the murder”

Prentiss frowned. She had read that case over and over again, and she knew that information wasn’t in any file. But it was apparent (Y/N) didn’t want to talk about it. 

-

Against all odds, (Y/N) managed to go through the day, keeping herself as calm as possible. After talking with Kristy, she and Prentiss reached the police station. Spencer was waiting for her with a hot cup of her favorite coffee. Just what she needed. He held her hand and kissed it as they walked to the rest of the team. 

- “How are you feeling, buttercup?”

- “I’m tired...”- she sighed and looked into his chocolate eyes. They were filled with love for her. The kind of love that made her feel no matter what, everything was going to be ok.  

- “When we are back home, I’ll run you a bubble bath. Would you like that?”

- “I would love that, honey” 

-

They delivered a profile, which confirmed it was the same killer as in the nineties. A white man. Now in his late fifties. His parents had committed suicide when he was thirteen. He was left alone with the corpses for three days until a neighbor contacted the police because of the smell. As he grew up, his trauma led him to kill couples around his parents’ age, with a single kid the same age as he was when he died. 

- “Hey baby girl, I need you to help me find this unsub”- Morgan called Garcia as the whole team gathered around the board. It was late, and they were all tired, but they didn’t want to give the unsub the chance to kill again. 

- “I need you to run me a list of all the prisoners in the area who were released a month ago, that’s when the crimes started”

- “You are gonna have to give me something else, chocolate thunder. Do you have any kind of idea how many people are released weekly from jail?”

- “Ten thousand”- Spencer answered and kept his eyes stuck at the board- “Garcia, he is around fifty, white, and had been in jail approximately thirteen or fourteen years”. 

(Y/N)’ s heart was beating so fast inside her chest she thought anyone could hear it. Her legs were shaking, her eyes were watering up. But she had to keep herself together. She had to, for the team. For herself. For this case. For the victims.

- “Still too many”- Garcia said 

- “Can you see if any of them had a red truck?”- (Y/N) asked, and the whole team turned to her, confused 

- “Why a red truck?”- Hotch asked her, confused 

- “It was a theory we analyzed at the academy”- she lied again. 

- “Bingo! Sam Paterson, 53 years old, was released five weeks ago. I’m sending you his last known address right now”. 

-

- “(Y/N), I just read all the files about this case, including the cases from ’98, and they never mentioned a red truck”- Spencer asked his girlfriend. They were in the SUV, and Morgan was driving. Reid turned to the backseat to look at her, but she kept her eyes in the window. 

- “I don’t know why it wasn’t there. Maybe they dismissed part of the evidence”

Reid was afraid to ask again, so he just nodded and turned to Morgan. 

- “How long until we get there?” 

- "Two minutes. I can’t wait to catch this bastard”. 

-

The unsub was hidden in a barn at the back of his property. He had all the trophies he kept from the crime scenes: a toy from each kid’s bedroom. 

They surrounded him quickly, but he kept pointing a gun against the team. He knew he was fucked, but he wasn’t going to surrender. 

- “You are done, Sam”- Morgan tried to talk to him, but the unsub just looked at the agents around him and laughed. 

- “I was sure you were going to be the one to get me”- he said and looked at (Y/N)- “You haven’t changed a thing”

- “Shut up!”- (Y/N) muttered and bit her lips, trying her best not to cry. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her crumble. 

- (”Y/N) James, sorry, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you use your mother’s last name now”

- “Shut up!”- the gent spit those words holding her gun tight. She could shoot him. She wanted to shoot him. But she wasn’t a monster like him. She had to keep telling herself that over and over again to keep her from pulling the trigger.

The whole team looked at her in shock. James. The James was the last couple the unsub killed in ’98. Their thirteen-year-old daughter was left with their bodies for a whole day locked in the house before she managed to escape.

- “(Y/N)?”- Spencer didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe it. 

- “I always knew you were special, (Y/N)”- Sam smiled- “You were the only one who heard me. Too bad mommy and daddy laughed at you when you told them someone was walking around the house at night”

- “You are sick”- it was a miracle that (Y/N) wasn’t crying. The anger that filled her body was too powerful, and it fueled her with revenge. 

- “Maybe I am sick, but I’m also the one who knows you better than anyone”- he made a pause and looked around at the rest of the team- “Oh! They didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell them? Want me to give them the short version of the fact?”

- “You don’t know anything about me!” 

- “That’s where you are wrong. I know a lot about you, (Y/N). I hunted you and your parents for weeks. Remember that little cat that used to play in your backyard? Garfield, that’s how you called him, right?”

- “Shut up!”- (Y/N) was having serious trouble stopping herself from pulling that trigger. She wanted to kill him and avenge her parents. They didn’t deserve to die just because a sick bastard decided to kill them. 

- “I always wanted to ask you, how did you feel when you laid there with them? After I killed your parents, how did you feel? ‘cos when I laid with mine, I just felt such peace… Did you feel peace too? (Y/N)? did you?” 

A single gunshot was the end of Sam. Spencer put his gun down after killing him and looked at his girlfriend. She was shaking. He didn’t say a word. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her tight, just to hear her burst into tears. Tears she had been holding for years. 

- “I’m here, I’m here with you”- he whispered as he kept kissing her cheeks- “You are safe, I’ve got you, (Y/N)”

- “He… he…”- she tried to speak, but she couldn’t. Spencer held her closer, tighter, and kissed any part of her he could. Her shoulder, her head, her cheek, her hair, her temple. 

- “He’s dead, (Y/N). He is never going to hurt you again”

(Y/N) couldn’t move. She just kneeled on the floor, a few feet away from the corpse of the man that had killed her parents. Spencer held her in his arms and carried her outside. 

- “You are safe”- Reid kept repeating, and she just nodded as he sat her in the back of an ambulance

- “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you, (Y/N). Did you know that?”- Reid ran his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping off the tears that kept falling from her eyes. 

- “I will protect you, forever”

(Y/N) looked at him and quivered her chin again. She knew he meant it, and a small part of her felt relieved he knew everything now. Even the dark part she had managed to hide for years from everybody.

- “I love you so much (Y/N), and I am so proud of you. You overcame a situation that most people would never get over, and you became an amazing woman. The amazing woman I love” 

- “Thank you”- (Y/N) whispered and sobbed- “I just didn’t want to tell anyone so they wouldn’t pity me”- she said and hugged Spencer tight again, hiding her face on his chest

- “No! listen to me. I am proud of you, that’s how I feel about you, ok?”- he looked at her and kissed her cheeks sweetly- “I love you (Y/N)”

- “I love you too, Spencer. Thank you for being here”

- “Always”

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Request from @bvbwestfall Reader is Morgan's friend one day she comes in because she hasn't talked to morgan in awhile and she needs help finding another childhood friend of theirs. She finds Spencer Reid and he tells her morgan hasn't worked at the BAU in awhile but he calls him in.

Entering the FBI building I needed to find Derek because I knew he could help me find Olivia. She was one of my childhood friends through high school and I got a call from her saying that if I didn't give up the money then whoever took her would kill her. My job as a school teacher doesn't prepare me for these situations but his does. I see somebody sitting at a desk so I tapped them on the shoulder seeing the guy with curly brown hair and eyes turn around to face me. "Excuse me can you tell me where I can find Derek Morgan. It's about a personal case and it's urgent?" Playing with a piece of my hair the guy looked down at the floor. "Oh I'm sorry he hasn't worked here anymore for weeks. I'm Spencer Reid, I can give him a call if you want him to come in. Can I know what the case is about?" Dropping my hands at my sides I couldn't let my best friend die but what could I do. I don't know how these guys think. "Please my friend Olivia was taken and he's the only one who can help. Tell Derek it's Y/n-" Spencer immediately grabbed the phone with a huge smile on his face where I raised a brow so he answered dialing his number. "He talked about you all the time. Says that you have a sharp mind for criminal stuff but it was too personal so you went with teaching instead."

A couple hours later the elevator door opened and I immediately raced to Derek's arms where he picked me up and spun me around smiling. Once he sits me down on my feet he squeezes my shoulders seeing that I am almost sobbing now. "We're gonna get her back. This team is very good at what they do. I promise you that." Hours later he drove me to the hospital where I immediately rushed to Olivia's bedside hugging her as gently as I could. She hugged me back seeing Derek and Spencer both watching from inside the doorway of her room. "Who's the guy next to Der. He hasn't stopped looking at you the entire time?" Lifting my head up I felt my cheeks turn red where he avoided my gaze before Derek pulled him into the hallway where I could slightly hear their conversation.

"So pretty boy you got eyes for my friend or what. Cause I see you looking at her?" He teased Spencer who avoided his gaze not wanting to have the conversation at the moment. He rubbed the back of his neck blushing a little. "I don't know maybe...I'm just afraid she might not like me." Derek grabbed his shoulders looking at me and Olivia who were looking back at him. "You won't know if you don't try, Reid." Olivia and I focused back on each other where she started shaking me around a little even though she should be getting some rest. "Y/n you might have a date with an FBI agent!" Tucking hair behind my ear I smiled Spencer's direction thinking she might be right about that. "You might just be right, Liv. You might just be right."

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5 - I Told You I'd Find You

Part 6

My Genius Prince

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Spencer’s pov

Me, JJ, Malia and Emily had all piled into one of the vehicles. Leaving the rest of the team back at the station in case we were wrong and she was still missing. Getting out of the car I was the first one through the automatic hospital doors and to the front desk. “Can I help you, sir?”

“I’m with the FBI. We are responding to the call that we got saying someone was brought in.” I explained resting my hands on the countertop.

The nurse at the front desk looked at me. “Are you a friend of the family or actual family?”

“He’s her boyfriend. Now is my best friend here or not?” Malia came to stand right beside me not wanting to waste anymore time.

The nurse moved her mouse across the computer screen. “Okay I see it now. Yes, there was a girl brought in by a random driver.”

“Does she have a room number?” JJ asked her.

The brown haired nurse nodded pointing down the closet hallway. “Yes. Just down the hall two doors down. Room 318.”

“Thank you.” I nodded, feeling a tightness in my chest.

Malia bolted past me, not bothering to wait. “Rosalind!”

“Ms. Tames.” JJ warned her trying to cash after her.

Grabbing her shoulder I followed after her. “I’ll go with her….Malia! You can’t just run…”

“Spencer, she’s…she’s here. It’s her.” She clasped her hands together in front of her where I could see tears welling in her eyes.

Shifting my attention away from her, my whole body froze. My hands dropped to my sides with me keeping my focus on the tiny glass window in front of me. There was a girl laying in the bed clearly passed out from exhaustion. “Malia…”

“Is it her? It’s her right?” Malia tugged on my arm.

Silently staring at the girl it was without a doubt her. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and I could see some bruising. “Yeah it’s her…no doubt about it. She’s alive.” Mumbling under my breath I reached for the door handle slowly turning it and opening the door. I couldn’t describe what I was feeling at that moment. I just knew all the worries I had were now gone forever.

Rosalind’s pov

I could hear a monitor blinking in the background. I slowly opened my eyes but shut them when there was a bright light in my eyes. “Ugh…..Where am I?” I whispered to myself feeling very tired but had very little pain at the moment meaning I must be at the hospital and receiving pain meds.

“Roz!” I winced hearing someone cheer my name and whoever it was flung their arms around my neck hugging me tightly.

I froze for a second before I could register that it was my best friend. “M…Malia.” Wrapping my arms around her neck she sniffed into my hair.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I knew something was wrong when you were avoiding my messages.” She chuckled through happy tears.

Shifting my body weight up higher on the pillow I winced while holding my head and it had to be after I hit my head on the steering wheel of the truck I stole from my father. “Yeah I’d never leave you unread. Hey uh…could you get me some ice for my head?”

“Yeah of course.” She scrambled off the bed and quickly left the room.

Shutting my eyes I sighed, laying my head back further against the pillows. Dropping my hands down into my lap I felt someone watching me from the doorway. “Whoever is staring at me I’d suggest you say something before I start crying for help because there’s a stranger in my room.”

“Uh sorry, Rosalind. I just…” Turning my head in the direction of the voice a smile graced my face seeing Spencer standing in the doorway. His curly hair was a tousled mess and his clothes were slightly messy. I also could see some bags underneath his eyes meaning the search for me had taken a hit on him. “For the first time in my life I think I’m at a loss for words.”

Sniffing through happy tears I wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms. “Spencer….ah!” I winced trying to get out of the bed but I felt a pain in my thigh making me remain there.

“Rosalind…” He crossed the room so quickly I didn’t have the chance to blink. He gently but firmly wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me against his chest.

Moving my fingers up his chest I threaded my fingers through the fabric of his shirt. Feeling tears piling down my face I buried my face into his chest sobbing heavily. “Spence…”

“I should have stayed with you that night.” He mumbled through some tears of his own.

Shaking my head no, I knew he would start blaming himself for what happened to me. “Don’t do that, Spence.”

“But if I had just stayed.” He attempted again.

Breaking the hug slightly I held onto his shoulders staring into his brown eyes. “Spencer, this is not your fault. You couldn't have predicted my father would get an early release and come looking for me.”

“I just wish it didn’t happen to you, Roz.” He admitted lowering his gaze from mine briefly.

Running one hand through his I sent him a half smile. “You found me. That’s all that matters.”

“I did promise you didn’t I. Even though I don’t entirely understand the reference.” Spencer says back to me.

On that note an idea got inside my head. Separating from him I dug around for the tv remote finding it inside the table drawer. Scooting over to make room for him on the bed I pated the empty space beside me. “Let’s fix that then. Come on, sit down.”

“Wouldn’t you rather wait for Malia?” He asked me.

Shaking my head I didn’t care about whatever else was happening outside that room. All that matters is that we were back together. “Come on, Spence.”

“Okay but if one of my team members comes looking for me. I’ll have to talk with her.” He responded to me climbing to sit on the side of the bed.

Nodding in agreement I turned the tv on finding Netflix on there. Hitting play on the show named Once Upon a Time we began watching the intro. Prince Charming rides on a horse along a long stretch of land towards a forest. In the forest, he meets several dwarves gathered around a glass coffin. “You’re too late.”

We got an image of Snow laying in her coffin. “No. No! Open it.” Her prince was in denial.

The dwarf that was named Grumpy spoke. “I’m sorry, she’s gone.”

“At least let me say goodbye.” Charming lowered his head looking down at the love of his life before he put his attention back on the dwarfs.

The dwarfs remove the lid of the coffin letting him kiss Snow White, which causes the spell she was under to be broken. A pulse of magic spreads throughout the land. And with that one kiss of true love they all heard her gasp and open her eyes. “You… You found me.”

“Did you ever doubt I would?” Charming asked her helping her sit upright in the coffin.

She smiled gently, grabbing his forearm. “Truthfully, the glass coffin gave me pause.”

“Well, you never have to worry. I will always find you.” Charming gently cupped her face in his hands declaring lovingly.

She smiled lightly. “Do you promise?”

Charming smiled. “I do.”

“So that’s where the reference comes from.” Spencer replied with his hands in his lap.

Glancing in his direction I nodded, hitting pause on the tv remote. “Yeah. Now if there’s anything you want me to tell you just let me know. I’d have to guess you only know stuff that is in textbooks.”

“According to JJ I don’t know about a lot of things. She had to teach me what the term BFF means. I also didn’t know about this supposed vampire family named Cullen’s.” He rubbed the back of his neck, getting nervous.

Reaching for his hand I enjoyed that my small hand fits in his larger one. “Don’t worry we can teach each other new things all the time.”

“Excuse me, Ms. Mason. I’m sorry to interrupt.” We turned our heads and saw a nurse standing outside my hospital room carrying a clipboard against her chest.

Spencer sat upright more with his legs hanging over the side of the bed. “Is there something we need to do?”

“I was just coming to see if you had another emergency contact person.” She says to me,

Raising a brow at her. “Um no I don’t. My mother’s information should all be there in the file.”

“Oh it is, Ms. Maxon.” She said.

I still didn’t understand what the problem was. “I’m sorry then why are you asking about another emergency contact?”

“We attempted to call your mother but it appears her phone isn’t working. We’d just like to see if maybe she changed her number or something else happened before we tried again.” She explained to me.

Spencer squeezed my hand in his. “I think she would know if her mother changed her contact information.”

“I’ll have the front desk try again then.” The nurse turned on her heels leaving the two of us alone in the hospital room.

Brushing hair from my face I started getting worried at what she had asked us. “Spencer, I don’t like what she just said. My mother wouldn’t change her contact information. She already did that years ago. If she’s not answering her phone then something ain’t good especially since Malia probably told her she thought I was abducted.”

“You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll have our tech analyst back at my work to check it out.” He told me to move some messy hair out of my face.

Laying my head back down against his chest I gripped onto his shirt for comfort. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to her.”

“If she’s as tough as you are then she should be fine.” He kisses my hair.

Letting myself get lost in my thoughts there was a faint memory that came across my mind. Lifting my head up I got more nervous than I was minutes ago. “Spencer, my dad said he would find my mother if he ever got out. Could that mean he?”

“I’ll have Garcia look into it. See if she gets any information.” He responded to me quickly leaving the room to go make the phone call for me.

Unknown to the pair a truck had pulled up outside the Maxon household. Somebody knocked on the front door causing Amanda Maxon to open the door not thinking anything of it. “Can I help you - Deacon!”

“Hello Mandy. Did you miss me?” He asked his wife standing on the front porch.

She slowly began backing up away from him. “What are you doing here. You’re supposed to be in jail.”

“Good behavior got me out. I paid our daughter a visit and she gave me this…I thought I’d show you that you clearly didn’t discipline her enough while I was gone.” Deacon stepped through the doorway with the limp in his leg and some bleeding from the wound he had.

Amanda reached down for her phone seeing that someone was calling her. “I’m calling the cops, Deacon.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mandy.” She paused, taking in a sharp breath feeling the cold barrel of a gun pressing against her forehead. She slowly shifted her gaze back towards her ex husband. “You hang up that phone right now. You’re coming with me.”

“Okay.” She whispered knowing it was better not to argue with him. She just prayed that her daughter was safe and that she made it out of this alive if she was lucky.

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