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Bait | Ch. 1 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she's faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: mentions of murder/the case Word Count: 1k

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"Look at you, so small and fragile... and your beautiful red hair," a deep, bellowing voice spoke.

Whimpers sounded in the dark in response to the low groaning of the male voice. The chopping of scissors sounded next, a sob erupting into the echoing chamber of the dingy underground cell.

"Oh magpie, I love you so much."

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Pulling her fiery auburn hair up into a tight ponytail, Willow Brooks entered the bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Her satchel bag was slung across her frame lazily as she trekked the short distance to her desk. As she placed her bag down at her feet, she couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

If there was one thing that Willow was, it was dedicated to her job. She loved being a profiler, sometimes too much. In fact, she had stayed up far too late the previous night completing files and prepping for the next day. She suffered from chronic anxiety, and sometimes the only way for her to feel safe was to over prepare herself for work. Everyone had their coping mechanism, but Willow wished hers allowed her to get more sleep.

"Tired?"

The voice of Spencer Reid chimed in her ears, and she turned to smile at him. She and Spencer had been together only a short time, but it felt so real for both of them.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Willow spoke, pushing stray hairs behind her ear.

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he looked at her with his big, brown eyes.

“How many times do I need to tell you the importance of getting enough sleep? In fact,” Spencer attempted to ramble before he was cut off.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

Spencer smiled lovingly at her in response to her apology. He recalled the day they had finally professed their love for each other. After months of innocent pining, all it took was a local officer hitting on her for Spencer to do something about their relationship. The officer had flirted with Willow throughout the entire case, and it culminated with him resting his hand on the small of her back. Spencer recalled the heated feeling that rose up his face upon seeing the interaction; one that quickly turned to rage when the officer's hand began roaming downward.

Willow had grabbed the officer's wrist, twisting it, and Spencer recalled his heart swelling with pride and admiration. Her actions didn't stop him from bolting over to her anyways, intent on giving the officer a piece of his mind. After the ordeal, and after Spencer apologizing to her on behalf of the entire male population, he had finally, and bashfully, admitted his feelings.

Back in the current moment, he reached out, pushing back the strands of auburn hair that had fallen in front of your face once again.

"I'm sorry, I just worry about you."

Willow smiled softly at him, her core filling with warmth at his sweet confession. The moment was short-lived, Agent Hotchner's voice filling the bullpen.

"We've got a case. Roundtable in 5." His rugged gaze traveled across the room before he turned and went back to his office.

"Shall we?" Spencer spoke, and grabbed Willow's bag from the floor.

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes before following him up the stairs. She had protested many times that Spencer did not need to carry her belongings every day, but her efforts were futile.

Garcia was already in the office, and prepping the materials for her presentation. Spencer and Willow took a seat at the opposite end of the roundtable, next to one another, as they often did. Soon enough, the rest of the team piled in and claimed their seats, pulling out notebooks and case files.

"Rough one today, heroes," Garcia spoke before muttering, "as always."

She pulled up a photo of a young woman on the overhead screen. Willow's chest constricted slightly at the sight. The woman bore a striking resemblance to herself; vibrant auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She let out a breathe she didn't realize she was holding before noticing Spencer's jaw clenched tightly beside her. She placed a light hand on his lower thigh to relax him.

"This is Hannah Rogers. She was taken on Monday night and found early this morning in Rochester, New York." Garcia spoke solemnly, stealing a glance at Willow and Spencer.

"It seems the unsub is only holding these women overnight, and their bodies are found the following morning. That means he is most likely dumping them in the very early morning hours." Hotch chimed in, and Garcia clicked to the next slide.

"There clearly seems to be an infatuated with the color of the victim's hair. A lock of hair has been missing from every crime scene, right behind the left ear."

Willow could hear Spencer exhale shakily at the sight of the next slide, showcasing what this unsub did to their victims. She rubbed his thigh again, hoping to ease some of his worry and remind him that she was right here, next to him. His hand traveled to hers, gripping it tightly.

The entire time Willow and Spencer had been dating, he had been extremely protective of her while on cases. They had not discussed it, but Willow could come to the conclusion that it stemmed from his trauma with Maeve. He never wanted her to be put in harm's way, so she could imagine that this case was especially hard for him.

"As you may have noticed, the victimology resembles our own Agent Brooks significantly. Because of this--" Hotch had started, before Spencer interrupted him.

"No." His voice was stern, angry. "I know what you're going to say, and absolutely not."

Hotch eyed him, unimpressed by Spencer's unprofessionalism.

"As I was saying, because of this, we would like to use that resemblance to our advantage. Agent Brooks, we would like to use you to get close to the unsub."

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A/N: Thanks for making it to the end! I'm trying something new here, with an original character. Please let me know what you think, and if you're interested in hearing more!

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onewholikesthings · 4 years

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The Way You Hold Me

Chapter 1: The Meeting

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You've comforted SSA Aaron Hotchner through his recent trials, but that soon evolved into something more. As you and Aaron rushed your relationship forward, one of his agents catches your eye. Along with your love life beginning to spiral, your past comes back to haunt you. When your lovers find out the truth, who will come to your rescue?

"Aaron, are you sure about this? What are you going to tell them?"

You asked as your fingers fiddled with the sleek buttons of your blouse. A quick glance in the mirror displayed the man you were talking to slipping on his dress shoes, "I'll tell them the truth," he replied as he leaned down to his left foot, "I needed help with Jack and hired a babysitter to come along."

Your relationship was anything but stable, and should not be classified as romantic. The age and economic gap between the two of you was identifiable from the start; until you upped your wardrobe at Aaron's request of course.

Aaron didn't want his reputation tarnished by an idea with a bad wrap. Some people would call you a sugar baby; which would be right of them. But to Aaron, you were his outlet, his rock. The rock that provides stability in exchange for material items. You considered what the two of you had as an exchange of goods and services. No emotions attached. Well, for you anyways.

You nodded and released an anxious breath from your lips, still scrutinizing your appearance in the mirror. Aaron noticed your squinting and got up from the bed to wrap his arms around you carefully. His lips met your bare neck a few times before finally reaching your cheek.

"I know this isn't a great situation, but I want them to get to know you. Even if we're lying about who you are." He said as he tuned you away from the mirror and kissed your forehead. You smiled at his sweet gesture and dropped your hands to his waist, tugging slightly on his belt.

"When we get back I'll make sure to cash in my owed favor." your tongue grazed his lower lip as you kissed him quickly and shifted your eyes to the safe next to his bed behind him, literally.

After helping Jack with his little suit, you all filed into Aaron's car. Your anxiety calmed by Aaron's hand resting on your thigh. His fingertips brushed against the bare skin not covered by your short pencil skirt, sending a shiver across your skin.

You weren't supposed to like what he did, but sometimes you gave in. You couldn't help but dip down to his charm now and then; even if he was old enough to be your dad.

Daddy issues? Never heard of her.

The so called 'Rossi Mansion' was grander than expected. Your eyes widened at the sight of the large building as the car came to a stop. A gentle squeeze brought your attention back to Aaron, "Ready?" He asked, genuine concern on his face.

Poor guy.

You grinned and placed your hand on top of his, "Ready."

The front door was opened by a man in a white tux who shortly led you, Aaron, and Jack to the backyard. Backyard is an understatement.

A wide stretch of land had been decorated in accordance for the special occasion. String lights hung from tree to tree above a cluster of people and a dance floor.

Jack ran from the both of you and into the arms of a tall and lanky man in a suit. Jacks' eyes lit up with excitement as the man lifted him up for a hug; engulfing the boy in a protective embrace.

Aaron reached out to hug the slender figure before you and gestures in your direction, "Reid, this is (Y/N). She's Jacks' babysitter." You stuck out your hand to meet his and locked eyes, smiling at your sudden discovery.

The man named Reid had interesting features. His slightly messy hair sat plopped across his forehead; wrinkled slightly from the smile he returned to you. His firm handshake contradicted his boyish character and caught you off guard. Especially the prominent veins interrupting the smooth skin of his hand.

You pulled back your hand before the contact grew awkward, "Great to meet you Reid, I've heard a lot about you." You said as you kept your eyes locked with his sunken ones.

His mouth lifted in a grin, "Uh just Spencer please, and I hope I didn't come off as odd." His self deprecating joke made you laugh a bit, "On the contrary, actually, I'm somewhat of a nerd myself."

The grown mans' eyes lit up like a child, "T-that's great!" He stumbled, his veined hands beginning to whirl around him, "Have you ever looked into quantum theory? Or quantum mechanics? I've been wanting to discuss this book I read about it recently called-"

Aaron tapped your shoulder to remind you of his presence, "I'll be right over here." He said to you before giving a slight nod to Spencer and walking towards a couple who you could only assume were Jennifer and Will; the center of tonight's event.

You turned back to your new friend to see his eyes drifting down towards your slightly exposed cleavage. You let his brown eyes linger a few seconds more and caught the heavenly sight of his teeth pulling the skin of his lower lip back.

Fuck he's hot.

You cleared your throat to regain his attention to your face, "Could we talk later? I've gotta keep up with the little guy." You asked and gestured to Jack who was currently splashing a little too vigorously in the fountain.

Spencer looked to where you gestured and laughed, "Yeah sure. You're on duty I guess huh?" He said, the last few words followed by a hard swallow. You nodded, "Technically yes," you murmured as you took a few steps closer to Spencer, splitting the tension between you two, "but I can have a little fun on the job right?" You finished as you reached up to readjust his crooked tie.

Spencer's face was flushed pink at your harmless gesture as you strutted away from him and after Jack. His eyes followed you then, and the rest of the evening. He watched as Hotch introduced you to the rest of the team. He watched how his boss protectively placed himself around you and came to a conclusion.

You must be sleeping with Hotch.

But he introduced you as Jacks babysitter, meaning that your actual relationship had more substance to it.

What could it be? Was it one sided? For money? Genuine?

Spencer knew he couldn't be sure of any of these things without doing some more digging, but the ideas swarmed his head the rest of the evening.

He came back to one idea in particular multiple times; one that made his heart race and his palms sweat.

He had to know more about you.

And you would be his.

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A/N: Here's a little taste of what the story is gonna be like! BTW if you prefer to read on Wattpad, I'll be posting this there too! I like the format on there for stories with lots of parts.

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Im writing the requests I’ve gotten and those will be out ASAP!

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ionlyreadfivebookslastweek · 5 years

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Bless The Broken Road - 34

Tuesday, July 10th.

It seemed like the team would be fortunate enough to just be working on paperwork all day when Garcia called them into the briefing room for a new case around one in the afternoon.

Jane looked over at Spencer, a frown on her face. Today they were supposed to get off early so they could go to a doctor’s appointment that would tell them the gender of the baby.

After the briefing, Spencer turned to her as they walked back to the bull pen and said, “I’ll call the doctor and get the appointment rescheduled.”

“Don’t,” Hotch said, interrupting. “Since the case is local, you can leave to go to the appointment and then come back when you’re done.”

Jane smiled, relieved. She hated when cases interfered with things like this. “Thank you, Aaron,” she told him.

“You know what you should do?” Garcia cut in, coming over to join them as Hotch headed away to his office. “You should have a gender reveal party! I could plan it for you!”

“Pen, you can’t keep a secret. How are you going to plan a gender reveal party without revealing the gender too early?” Jane pointed out. She looked around and noticed Morgan and JJ were now listening to their conversation as well.

“I can too keep a secret!” Garcia insisted. “I haven’t told anyone how you and Emily kissed at your bachelorette party!”

“You what?!” Morgan spoke up from a little ways away.

Jane rolled her eyes and groaned. “Thanks.” She began to head to her desk to grab her purse and such to head to the appointment.

“Wait, Jane!” Garcia called after her, following behind her. “I’m sorry! Pleaseeeee!”

Jane sighed and turned to face her. “Fine. You can plan it.” She paused and looked to JJ. “But JJ has to help you and only JJ can know the gender until the reveal.”

JJ nodded, agreeing to help out.

“OK. That’s fair,” Garcia agreed. “Yay! I’m so excited!”

When Jane and Spencer returned to the team after the appointment, they handed JJ an envelope with the baby’s gender enclosed in it.

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Friday, July 13th.

Jane and Spencer invited the team and Jack over for a backyard gender reveal party.

JJ had filled a piñata like ball with confetti and tied it to a branch of the tree in the yard. After eating a nice dinner, the team gathered around for the big reveal.

“Ready?” Jane asked Spencer.

“Ready!”

Together, they pulled on a string that opened up the bottom of the ball, dropping pink confetti all over them.

“It’s a girl!” they all cheered, laughing with excitement.

Spencer embraced Jane and kissed her head. They were going to have a daughter.

As the excitement calmed down a little, they got everyone’s attention again.

“We’ve decided we’d take the opportunity tonight to also tell you something else as well,” Jane told everyone.

They all remained silent so Spencer continued. “We’ve come to a decision on who we want to be our baby’s - our daughter’s,” he added with a grin, “godparents. If you are up for it, we’d love to have you, Morgan, be her godfather and you, JJ, be her godmother,” he shared.

“Of course!” Morgan grinned.

“I’d be honored,” JJ agreed.

They stepped forward and hugged the happy couple.

In four months, they’d have a beautiful baby girl.

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Although the doctor told her she was allowed to fly for another 10 weeks or so, Jane decided she’d start working cases from the BAU with Garcia for the remainder of her pregnancy.

Wednesday, July 18th.

It was an office day. They were all working on paperwork when they heard Jane gasp. Spencer immediately moved to her side, concerned.

“What’s wrong, Janey?” he asked.

“Nothing, but I think I just felt the baby kick!” She gasped again. “Yep. She definitely kicked just now. Feel it, Spence!” Spencer hesitated. “What?” she questioned.

“When I was pregnant with Henry, he got freaked out by the feeling of him kicking in my stomach,” JJ explained, joining the couple at Jane’s desk.

“Oh come on,” Jane insisted. “Spence, this is your daughter in here. You don’t want to miss this.”

Spencer reluctantly placed a hand on Jane’s belly. “I don’t feel anything,” he stated.

“Talk to her,” Jane suggested.

He looked around at the others’ eyes on him before clearing his throat and leaning in closer. “Hi, sweet girl. This is your daddy speaking.” He jumped back as he felt the baby kick. “Woah!” Slowly, he put his hand back on her belly and felt her kick again.

“What do you think?” Jane asked.

“This is amazing!” he grinned.

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By the middle of September, Jane began to stay home from work. She was still about a month and half out from her due date, but couldn’t handle going to work anymore.

Her ankles were swollen, her back ached, and her breasts were sore.

When her birthday came around, she and Spencer spent it resting at home. Still, he tried to pamper her in anyway he could, still wanting to make her feel special on her day.

~~~~~

At the end of October, Spencer approached Hotch, asking to talk to him about something.

They sat down in his office and he spoke, “If you’re alright with it, I want to be able to work cases from here until the baby comes. I don’t want to risk missing the birth of my daughter.”

“Of course,” Hotch agreed. “We can make that work.”

“I was also wondering if I could get a few weeks off after she arrives. I don’t want Jane to be left alone to care for a newborn. We should both be there.”

Hotch nodded. “Absolutely. Permission granted.

“Thank you so much, Hotch,” Spencer told him.

“Do you have a plan for coming back to work after the few weeks off?” the unit chief questioned.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about that as well. Jane and I have thought about it and have come up with a plan. We’ve found a daycare so we can both work during the day and decided, if it’s alright with you, that we can take turns going with the team on cases while the other works from here with Garcia. That way we can always have one of us able to come home each night.”

“That sounds like an excellent solution. We can definitely accommodate for that.”

“Great! Thank you, again, so much!” Spencer cheered.

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Friday, November 9th.

“Spence? Spencer, wake up!” Jane spoke, shaking her husband awake.

“What? What is it?” he asked.

“I think my water just broke,” she told him.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah, of course I’m serious!”

Spencer jumped out of bed and into action. “Alright, let me gather our hospital bag and call the doctor to let her know we’re on our way.”

They were ready and out the door within minutes. Spencer helped Jane into the passenger seat before rushing to the driver’s side.

“We’re having a baby,” he stated, a bit dazed.

“Yes, we are, honey. Now drive me to the hospital please,” Jane told him.

“Right, sorry!”

They headed off.

Jane was in labor for most of the day. Spencer called Hotch to alert the team that Jane was having the baby. He also called Jane’s parents and Jack to notify them as well.

At 3:14pm, the baby was finally born.

They cleaned her off and wrapped her in a blanket before giving her to Jane to hold. Spencer stood at her shoulder, looking down at their beautiful little bundle of joy.

“Hi there, sweetheart,” Jane whispered to her daughter.

A little while later, the team and Jack arrived at the hospital. Jane’s parents wouldn’t be coming until the next day. They were directed back to their room, filing in single file and forming a circle around the bed.

“Hi, everyone,” Jane greeted them.

“She’s so beautiful,” Garcia gushed.

“Just like her mother,” Morgan said with a wink.

Everyone chuckled.

“Everyone,” Spencer spoke from Jane’s side, “We’d like you to meet Amelia Jane Reid.”

A few of them let out “aww”s at the name.

“Jane? Can I hold her?” Jack asked.

“Of course!” she agreed. “Amelia, this is your Uncle Jack,” she said, handing her over to him.

“Hi, sweetie,” he cooed.

After a while, Garcia spoke up. “Alright, my turn, my turn,” she insisted. Jack laughed and passed her over to her.

Everyone took turns getting to hold Amelia, introducing themselves to the infant.

“You did good, kid,” Morgan told Spencer as he held his goddaughter.

Spencer grinned.

After they all visited for a while, they decided to head home and let the new parents and baby get some rest.

The next day, Jane’s parents came to the hospital to meet their granddaughter.

In the afternoon, they were released from the hospital and allowed to take their daughter home.

As they stepped inside the door, they looked down at their little girl and smiled.

“Welcome to your first home, Amelia.”

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poppyclark · 6 years

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The New “Kid” - Part Two

Team X Reader Word Count: 1,036 Summary: The beloved team member, you, is kidnapped by the unsub. The team tries their best to get you and the other hostages back before it’s too late. Requested: Yes, @awkwardcandyghost Warnings: Kidnapping

Spencer’s POV:

“Guys!” I heard Rossi yell.

The team rushed into the woods and saw Rossi alone, “Where’s Y/N?” I asked.

“I-I don’t know! He took off before I could see him.” Rossi admitted.

“Are you serious?” I yelled.

“This could’ve happened with any one of us, Reid.” JJ reminded me.

“No, I wouldn’t of let this happen. No matter what, our main goal is keeping her safe. She’s a high school student!” I pointed out. I could hear myself yelling but I couldn’t stop.

“What matters right now is getting her back, not putting the blame on Dave.” Hotch reminded us.

We all nodded and got back in our cars. I drove silently as Hotch and JJ speculated Y/N’s whereabouts.

Hours passed, Penelope’s fingers ached from how much she typed but she continued as tears streamed down her face. I stood pacing in her lair as Morgan attempted to calm her down, “Baby Girl, we gotta focus.” He said.

“I-I know! I’m trying!” She gasped. She mumbled to herself, “She’s just a kid...she’s just a kid...”.

I heard a beep on her screen, “Oh!” She said.

I rushed over beside her, “What is it?” I asked.

“Carl Landrum. He lives with his daughter Valerie Landrum who has a very heavy mental health back ground. When she was younger she was found strangling her cat until it died before cutting the poor thing up and-- not important! She’s crazy.” She explained.

“So you think that her father Carl is capturing the victims and then giving them to Valerie as some type of twisted present?” Derek asked.

“Yes, I’m sending you his address now!” She asked.

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The car stopped abruptly in front of an old stone house with steel doors. We rushed into the building to hear screams, “Spencer?! Help!” I heard.

I rushed towards the noise down a steep set of stairs. I was met with a hall full of steel doors. Two were being banged on loudy and from one I heard my name being called, “Y/N?” I called out.

“Spencer, let me out!” She called out.

“Alright just umm--back up I’m gonna kick down the-- er, Morgan is gonna kick down the door!” I yelled.

Morgan ran up and kicked down the door. I peered in and it was dim, Y/N wore a pink dress with a white lace collar. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail and her makeup looked as though it’d been done to make her look like a doll.

“Spencer!” She called out before pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back, all the germs I may be getting crossed into my mind but I pushed them out because I was just so fucking glad she was okay.

One by one the doors came down, and Carl and Valerie who were on the third floor were arrested on sight. “I wanna go home...” She murmured.

“We’re gonna get you home soon, kid, I promise.” Hotch promised as his arm was around her protectively.

I sat in the bullpen right next to Y/N, she was leaning into Hotch and JJ walked into the room.

“Where’s my mom?” Y/N asked.

“Well, she’s actually at work right now and can’t get away. She said she knows how serious it is and will be here as soon as possible. She told me to tell you she loves you, and to make sure you were safe.” JJ explained.

She nodded and JJ handed her a bag. “I figured you’d want to change out of that dress. I brought you one of my shirts and shorts. I know it’s a bit chilly out but I figured my pants might be too long.” JJ explained.

“It’s perfect. I’ll go change, thank you.” She said.

“No problem, oh, here.” JJ said.

She handed her a plastic pack, makeup wipes.

“Thanks.” She responded before walking away.

“So, I don’t think we should let Y/N sleep home alone tonight.” Garcia mentioned.

“Well her dad will be home, won’t he?” Hotch asked.

“She hasn’t told you?” Garcia asked.

“Told us what?” I asked.

“Her Dad died when she was eight.” Garcia explained.

“What? How?” I gasped

“He died on the field, he was a Marine.” Garcia answered.

Silence fell over the room.

“I wonder why she never told us...” Morgan thought aloud.

“The same reason she doesn’t tell us when other stuff is going on.” Hotch replied.

“Other stuff?” JJ asked.

“Sometimes she’ll come in. You can tell something is happening, but she doesn’t say anything because she feels her problems aren’t a big deal compared to ours, let alone to the victims we’re studying. So she keeps her mouth shut.” Hotch said.

Everyone nodded.

“So where’s she gonna stay?” Morgan asked.

“She can stay with me.” Hotch and I said at the same time.

“Actually, she can stay with you. I think staying in a house with people she doesn’t know maybe a little more uncomfortable than just you.” Hotch added.

I nodded, as much as I knew she’d be just as comfortable with Hotch, I cared too much about her to let her out of my sight after all this happened.

She walked back into the room wearing a plain grey shirt and black shorts with black sandals. Her hair was brushed out and fell across her shoulder, her face was fresh and she wore a plastered-on-smile.

“So, Y/N, we think you’ll probably be alone tonight. Your mother feels very guilty but--”

“I get it. I mean, how many truck drivers can deliver gas to the other side of the country?” I asked.

I smiled at her, feeling guilty that she couldn’t be with her mother after such a long day, “Well, if you didn’t want to sleep in your house alone tonight, you can stay with me.” I offered.

You could always see her emotions plain on her face, she was thinking, “Sure.” She said abruptly.

“Alright, do you wanna go now?” I asked.

She nodded before going to give the rest of the team hugs.

“If you need anything, call me.” Hotch said.

“Promise.” She whispered.

He smiled and put his hand on her forehead, “Love you.” She said.

“You too.” He said.

“Bye, guys.” She said.

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mrsmaybank · 4 years

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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.

A/N: I’m writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content, angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug addiction. Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content. Enjoy and PLEASE leave me feedback!

TW: Language, age gap, sexual themes, use of “Little girl” as a pet name

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Nothing should surprise you at a gas station at 3:53 in the morning. Yet as he witnessed the scene, Dr. Spencer Reid felt like he was in a film, watching an actress put on a show. Perhaps his exhaustion from a week long case was resulting in hallucinations. Because no way in hell was he watching a drunk girl explain the Ad Hominem fallacy to a gas station cashier ‘cause he wouldn’t sell her a pack of Malboros. He didn’t even know where to begin profiling her. The slurred voice didn’t match the perfectly worded, almost profound analysis she kept explaining to the disdained employee. His eyes scanned her for any more clues, beaten-up black converse, ripped denim shorts A tiny tank top with some band he didn’t recognize. Her features were so unique, they were mesmerizing. The attraction he felt towards her was undeniable. But was it the irrationality of the situation in combination with his intense feeling of being out of place or the beautiful, wild mess of a girl with a notable command of the English language that was rendering him speechless?

He swore he could’ve stayed in the trance forever, until he heard the bellowing shout of the previously silent cashier. “Get the fuck out!”

“Jesus fuck fine! Fuck you!”

He watched as she purposely knocked down a rack of chips as she stomped out in defeat, his mind instantly comparing her to a child throwing a fit when they didn’t get their way. Grabbing a coffee and a bag of pretzels, he walked over to the counter where the whole ordeal had gone down.

“Just this?” the now calm cashier asked. Then Spencer did something that he normally would have blamed on alcohol, but was made under absolutely no influence other than the mystery girl.

“Pack of Malboros?” he said, almost too unsure of himself.

“I.D?”

He took out his wallet and handed him his card, the cashier giving him the same look of awe everybody else did when they saw his FBI identification. He gave him a tight lipped smile, paid and made his way out of the store. His eyes searching for the girl who had completely accidentally grabbed his attention as he did. There she was, sitting back against the wall, legs crossed to her chest.

“Late night?” he asked when she looked up at him.

She smiled. The grin was practically poisonous, it was infatuating. “Nah, early bird.” She joked.

Spencer didn’t know what to say, so he just stared, memorizing every unique feature on her captivating face. “You look like you’re in yesterday's clothes too motherfucker.” And the only thing he could think of was giving her dirty mouth a lesson.

He chuckled, “I am actually. Landed about,” he checked his wrist watch, “An hour and a half ago.”

“On business? You look pretty office-y.” She scanned him up and down, and he pretended not to notice as she bit her lip in a soft smile.

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “I heard you telling the man in there about Ad Hominem. It was a really insightful explanation, don’t get me wrong. But, uh why?”

“Well, instead of arguing with evidence, he started to insult my character. So I figured I might as well tell him what he’s doing, you know?”

Spencer definitely did know, and it almost reminded him of something he would do. “I, uh, I do. More than you think. Anyways I uh-” he pulled the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. “I got you these.”

Her eyes lit up in a sad excitement, “I could kiss you right now.” she got up and he handed her the small box. She took two cigarettes out, placing one behind her ear and the other gently in between her lips, lighting it on her first go at the lighter.

She inhaled hard, smiling at Spencer as she blew out the smoke. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“But I did.”

“You did huh? Well you really know your way into a girl's heart.”

“Only girls like you.” The words spilled from his mouth before he could think. He scanned her eyes for any sense of offense. But she looked more amused.

“And what kinda girl am I?”

“Audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” She laughed out loud.

“Got any evidence?”

“You’re drunk, alone at a gas station at 4 in the morning, and yet you’re participating in this conversation with little to no hesitation. You’re audacious. You’re dressed to flaunt what you know to many is tempting, you smile with ‘Fuck Me’ eyes. You’re promiscuous. You’re witty and know about literary fallacies, you’re articulate and know exactly what you’re saying even under the influence. You’re clever. And again, you’re drunk alone at a gas station at 4 in the morning. You’re troubled.”

“Well you got me pinned against the wall.”

“Ha, not yet.”

“Oh shit Mr. Office.” she choked out in between drags and chuckles.

Spencer watched as she repeated the same slow motion of dragging the cig to and away from her perfect lips, exhaling the smoke. “You gotta name?”

“Spencer.”

“That’s pretty screamable.”

Spencer couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his mouth. This girl was a fire, an intense flame that he wouldn’t be able to stop from ravaging him. The laugh caused him to drop his wallet, and before he could pick it up, the girl was opening it. He winced in anticipation for questions about his job. Not out of fear, but more of annoyance.

“I don’t trust the government.” she looked at him, completely seriously and then back to his wallet. “Dr. Spencer Reid.” A grin spread across her face, “I’ve never fucked a doctor before. Or an FBI agent.”

Spencer was speechless, this girl was just too much trouble. “What’s your name?”

“Hey, just cause you accidentally exposed yourself does not mean I have to.”

“I’m never gonna fuck you if I don’t know your name.”

“Y/N.” she spat out quickly, “Y/N.”

“Okay, good. Do you need a ride home?”

“This feels a little kidnapy don’t you think Dr?”

“I’m doing my job as law enforcement. Naive little girl at a gas station at 4 in the morning. This sounds like the beginning of a case, I’m trying to do my job.”

“I’m not naive.” she said in mock offense.

“Get in the car.” She giggled and skipped happily in Spencer's footsteps to the passenger seat.

“What's your job anyways?”

“I’m with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, I profile Serial Killers.”

“Profiler? No wonder you got me all figured out.”

She laughed again, “You profiled me!”

She began to play with his stereo, playing the kind of music meant to fall in love to. Spencer glanced at her as he drove. There was so much left to learn about her, but he could tell she was special in every connotation. He wanted to spend the rest of his life learning new things about her.

As they pulled into her small apartment complex he turned to her for the final time, “Hey why didn’t the cashier sell you the cigarettes anyways?”

“I’m not 21.”

“I gave drugs to a minor.”

“Not a minor. Not coke.”

She grabbed his face, pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling into it and licking a stripe with her tongue across his blushing skin. “Bye Dr. Thanks for the ride.” He watched as she walked up the stairs into the only apartment with the lights on.

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Spread the Love: DrSpencerReidImagines

As part of my 3,000 follower celebration, I decided to go with something called SPREAD THE LOVE, where I highlight a fellow CM writer, gush about how much I love them, maybe say my favorite work by them, and if they have one, highlight a masterlist for all of you lovelies to see! I also just have to add that if I finish this up, and you haven’t been featured, it is ONLY because I haven’t seen your lovely work.

P.S. These are in no particular order. I love you all equally lol <3

The next lovely writer up is @drspencerreidimagines!

I don’t know how it took me so long to come across this blog! As the URL suggests, the pieces I’ve found revolve around the lovely Dr. Reid! One of my favorite from recently has been a piece where the good doctor runs into the reader at a coffee shop all the time, only to eventually find out the reader is an undercover officer! I thought it was super cute and cool, and it can be found here!

They also have a multific going called Keep Me Warm, the second, third and fourth parts are also written and they’ll be continuing this story soon! After school, I assume? This story has the reader thinking Spencer hates them only to find out something different.

Everyone should go check this lovely out, read and leave some love!

Stay tuned for the next lovely writer in line!

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Bait | Ch. 6 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she’s faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: violence, knife, guns Word Count: 1k

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Look at you, little birdie...

Now you're at my mercy.

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Luckily, Willow wasn't knocked out from the impact and she was able to lift herself up from the dirty concrete below her.

"Who are you?" Thomas' voice boomed, as he kicked her harshly in the stomach. "Did my magpie send you?"

My magpie? Willow thought, but she couldn't think straight from the pain erupting from her core.

"Answer me!" Thomas roared, and he pulled her to her feet before punching her harshly in the face.

Willow saw stars from the impact, and was completely unable to fight back at this point. She hoped to god that Spencer and the rest of the team were on their way and would arrive shortly. She felt hot, sticky liquid start to run down from her nostrils.

With what little strength she had, she tried to engage Thomas with what she knew so far.

"Thomas," she said, using his first name, attempting to personalize the situation. "It's me, your magpie. Please don't hurt me."

Confusion clouded Thomas' face at the remark, his brows furrowed, yet still angry.

"You're not Magdalene."

Magdalene... so the magpie is a woman named Magdalene?

"It is me, Thomas," Willow spoke, coughing up a small amount of blood. "Please."

She pleaded, and his grip on her loosened slightly. It was short lived.

"FBI, hands up!"

Thomas spasmed, pulling Willow's back into his front and branding a knife against her throat.

Where the hell did the knife come from? Willow thought to herself.

Spencer stood at the other end of the alleyway, his gun trained at Thomas. Although he stood confidently, Willow could see the slight shake of his hands at the sight of her being covered in blood and held against her will. The rest of the team stood guard behind him, their guns also pointed towards Thomas.

"Thomas," Spencer started, his voice containing a hint of fear. "Don't do this to Magdalene. She loves you, Thomas."

Thomas adjusted his hold on Willow, confused once again. He thought about it for a moment, considering, before pulling the knife closer to her throat once again.

"You're lying to me."

"No, Thomas, I'm not. We know that Magdalene left you, but she's back now."

"I don't believe you!" Thomas screamed, the knife starting to impress into Willow's skin. "She left me, with our son! She flew away, my magpie flew away."

Spencer considered Thomas' words, and continued in his efforts to save Willow.

"Thomas, she's back now. She has your son, and you don't want to hurt her before you get to see him."

Thomas' grip loosened slightly and he looked at Willow.

"Is this true?"

"Yes," she croaked, starting to wilt against him.

"Thomas, drop the knife. Drop the knife and we will take you to your son." Spencer attempted to coerce the man, who's grip on Willow stayed the same.

"No, no, no," Thomas rambled, his eyes wide. "You're lying, I don't believe it!"

In his frenzy, Thomas pushed the knife further against Willow's neck.

"No!"

She could hear Spencer's voice bellow before she heard a gunshot. Willow collapsed onto the hard ground, her vision dancing with black spots.

"Baby," Spencer's voice cooed, and she felt his hands wrapping around her, pulling her into him.

Willow merely groaned in response, and opened her eyes slightly. She could feel Spencer's quickened heart rate against her ear, and it was calming.

"Spence," she gasped, and winced in pain at the effort.

"Oh, honey," Spencer muttered, his eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry. God, I should've protested against this more than I did. This is my fault, I'm so, so sorry."

"Not your fault," she managed to say; her voice was guttural.

Spencer let out a sob then, and rested his forehead against hers. Willow could feel a few of his tears land on her face.

"We need to get you cleaned up," he spoke, shaking his emotions off and lifting her into his arms bridal style. Willow allowed herself to wrap her arms around his neck as tightly as she could.

He carried her to the ambulance that had arrived on the scene, and laid her gently onto the gurney. He climbed in after her and stroked a long hand against her badly beaten face.

Her eyes fluttered, and Spencer tried to get her to stay awake.

"You can't fall asleep, honey. You probably have a concussion. I know you're tired, but let me see those eyes."

Willow groaned in response, wanting to succumb to the sweet darkness of sleep lurking behind her.

"Reid, how is she?" Hotch's voice suddenly filled her ears; he was standing at the entrance of the ambulance.

"She'll be okay, no thanks to you."

Spencer's words were harsh, and through Willow's blurry vision she could see him stand, his fists clenched at his sides.

"I'm sorry for what happened to Agent Brooks, Reid, but I don't regret my decision. We caught Thomas, and people were saved because of it."

"Oh, but it's okay that my girlfriend got beaten to a pulp and is in the back of an ambulance barely hanging onto consciousness?!"

The silence after Spencer's outburst was palpable, and Willow could hear Hotch sigh loudly.

"Reid, just take care of her. We'll talk later."

Willow could hear Hotch's steps dissipate into nothingness, before Spencer's presence returned to her. He stroked the blood-soaked hair from her face, his eyes glossy.

"Spence, he's our boss," Willow croaked out, attempting to plant a small smirk on her face before wincing at the movement.

"Shh," Spencer cooed, rubbing her face softly to try and get her to relax. "I know he is, but I told him this was a bad idea. I told everyone this was a bad idea."

Spencer's lips were taut in a tight line and his eyes held a mixture of determination, and some semblance of guilt. Despite her state, Willow picked up on the gears turning rapidly in Spencer's mind and quietly attempted to comfort him.

"It's not your fault."

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Bait | Ch. 3 | S.R. x OC

Story Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she’s faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: mentions of the murder case Word Count: 0.9k

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It's almost time...

Duct tape and rope and scissors, all for my crime...

I'm doing this for you, magpie. Please fly back to me.

Please, my dearest, think of how happy I'll be.

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The ride on the jet was mostly silent and uneventful, except for Spencer’s hand on Willow’s leg. Spencer seemed to be doing alright, but she knew better. He had been on the same page of his book now for nearly five minutes. He would have normally read at least ten pages in that time. Willow chose not to say anything about it. She rose and made her way to the small kitchenette area on the jet.

“You okay?”

Emily Prentiss’ voice was an angelic break in the silence that had encompassed the atmosphere for nearly an hour. Willow smiled at her.

“Yes, I’m fine. Spencer on the other hand, I’m not quite sure.”

Emily frowned slightly, and nodded in understanding.

“He’ll be alright, he’s just scared. I think he’s mostly processed everything with Maeve and with, well me, but that trauma response is still there. He just needs time to process.”

Willow nodded. Emily Prentiss was wise beyond her years, and Willow appreciated the clarity and the advice.

“Thanks, Emily,” she spoke, and flashed her a solemn smile.

“Anytime.” Emily smiled softly at her before taking her coffee and taking her seat.

Willow prepared her own coffee consisting of cream and two sugars before making her way back to her designated seat beside Spencer. He looked up from his book, of which he had finally made it to the next page, and smiled at her. She could see fear and sadness behind his eyes, and it broke her heart.

"Hi sweetheart," Spencer cooed, using his pet name for her. He often did not use pet names when they were in public, and Willow picked up on this, noting it.

Willow smiled, and curled up next to him. Spencer placed his book down, and enveloped her in his sweater-clad arms. He craned his neck and reached down to place a soft kiss atop her head.

"I love you," Spencer cooed. "So much."

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The jet landed safely in Rochester, and everyone piled into the SUVs to drive to the local police department. Upon arriving, the team got set up in a large roundtable room, to which they began setting up the materials. Hotch began reviewing the information that they had gathered thus far.

"What we know is that this unsub cuts off a strand of the victim's red hair in the same location; behind the ear. We also know that so far, they have dumped the bodies in alleyways."

"The sentimental value of the hair could suggest a woman, but the harshness of leaving them in alleyways, especially near dumpsters, is inconsistent with that of a female unsub," Spencer chimed in, his brows furrowed in thought.

Agent Hotchner nodded in agreement before continuing.

"We can only assume that he finds his victims in a social setting, like a bar or nightclub. That's where we'll start." Hotch looked at Willow then, nodding curtly. She nodded back, acknowledging her involvement in the developing plan.

She could see Spencer's jaw tense and pulsate from across the table. As soon as Hotch motioned for everyone to be dismissed, he spoke up.

"Hotch, can I please talk to you?" Spencer's voice was poisonous, and Willow feared what he was going to say to their boss, but she exited the roundtable nonetheless.

"Yes?" Hotch spoke, fully expecting what Spencer was about to say to him.

Spencer merely looked at him, pleadingly, at first. His fists resting at either side clenching and unclenching in frustration.

"How can you do this?"

Aaron Hotchner sighed in exasperation. He had expected this. Aaron resonated with Spencer's wanting to protect Willow. Spencer didn't have a lot of people in his life aside from the team, and Hotch knew how precious she was to him.

"Reid, you know this isn't personal. As your unit chief, I have to do whatever it takes to catch this unsub, and this plan is not an unreasonable one."

Hotchner's brows furrowed in a thick line and he did not break eye contact with Spencer. The young genius maintained his scowl, his jaw tensing, before he stormed out of the roundtable room, slamming the door in his fury.

"Spence!"

Willow exclaimed, surprised by her boyfriend's harsh outburst when he stormed into the center of the police department. Spencer continued straight past her and out the main doors.

Willow followed suit, having to pick up a light jog due to her boyfriend's long legs carrying him much quicker than her.

"Spencer, please!"

He stopped then, hearing the anguish in her voice. Willow suffered from extreme, sometimes debilitating, anxiety and Spencer tried his best to never be the cause for it. He was disappointed to think he had failed today.

He turned then, seeing light tears prick her eyes, from both the anxiousness and frustration.

"Spence," she cooed, and reached out to place her palm on the side of his face. Her eyes searched his frantically, trying desperately to find the source of his outburst. She had an idea, of course, but she was didn't know what him and their unit chief had talked about.

"I'm sorry," Spencer mumbled, looking into her eyes. "This all just pisses me off."

"I know it does, and I'm sorry."

Willow and Spencer stood there, in the hallway of the Rochester police department, and enveloped one another in a tight hug.

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dreamsontheirway · 11 months

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Bait | Ch. 2 | S.R. x OC

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So many options… tall, short, thin… who will I choose?

But where is the magpie, of whom is my muse?

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"...We would like to use that resemblance to our advantage. Agent Brooks, we would like to use you to get close to the unsub."

Willow's head swirled with thoughts and questions. They want to use me as bait, she thought. It makes sense, this may be our best shot at catching him.

She was broke out of her thoughts by Spencer's angry, and frantic, voice. His eyes were wide, and he stared at Hotch with a look that could kill.

"No! Absolutely not! We will absolutely not be using her as fucking bait!"

"Agent Reid!" Hotch rose his voice at the agent, frustrated by his lack of professionalism and use of profanity in the workplace.

Spencer was incredulous. How could they possibly even suggest such a crazy idea? Still, he realized his unprofessionalism.

"I'm sorry, Hotch. It's just - you can't."

"Why don't we ask Agent Brooks what she thinks?"

All eyes turned to her then, and her breathing picked up speed. She felt her throat constrict with anxiety. She looked at Spencer, his pleading eyes bringing her back down to reality. She looked down, considering.

"Do you think this is our best chance at catching him?"

Agent Hotcher nodded, a look of regret in his eyes.

"Agent, I promise you I would not suggest such an idea if I did not think it was entirely necessary in order to catch them."

Willow ignored Spencer's continuing protests as she considered the proposition. If his turnaround is only one night, he's probably already preparing to find his next victim. If he keeps them one night, he likely finds his victims at night, at a bar or nightclub or something. We only have a few hours before he selects his next victim. If my agreement to this helps save even one life, it's worth it.

Willow interjected, cutting off Spencer's rambling about how dangerous this could be.

"I'll do it."

Spencer's head whipped towards hers, his eyes wide and begging.

"What?" Spencer's voice had venom in it, but she knew it wasn't directed at her, but at the situation.

Hotch ignored Spencer’s remarks.

"Thank you, Agent. I promise we will keep the plan concise, and you will have eyes on you at all time." Hotch looked at her, a glimpse of sorrow in his eyes, before announcing that the team would be leaving soon.

"Wheels up in 15."

As soon as the other agents filed out of the room, Spencer turned to her, his eyes wide and fearful. His mouth was ajar, opening and closing and unsure of what exactly to say next.

"Why would you agree to that?"

"Spence, you know better than anyone else why this is necessary. If his turnaround rate is only one night, then," she trailed off, the rest of her sentiment seeming obvious and better left unsaid.

"I know, I know," Spencer groaned, rubbing his face. Willow noticed the slight stubble coating his jaw and she felt a familiar attraction bubble in her core.

"It'll be okay, Spence. Everyone will be watching out for me. I can't," she paused. "I can't let someone else get killed tonight if there was a way for me to stop it."

He looked at her, admiring the determination that pooled in her green eyes. He noticed then that he could see small specks of gold in them, the harsh lighting of the roundtable room illuminating the hues.

Spencer sighed, reaching out to place his palm on her cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. Her skin was so soft. He thought then that if anything caused even a scratch on her beautiful face that he might go insane.

Willow reached her own hand up and placed it atop his. She rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand, attempting to provide him some sense of comfort.

"I will be just fine, I promise."

He smiled at her then, but she could tell that he was still nervous as all hell.

"I'm holding you to that promise,” Spencer replied, shakily, before grabbing your satchel. Willow didn’t have a chance to protest before he stood up and guided them both towards the door.

A/N: Here's chapter two! I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far!

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Bait | Ch. 4 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she’s faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: kissing Word Count: 0.9k

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Oh magpie, so beautiful, what a sight…

I wonder, who will take your place tonight?

With hair so vibrant orange and red,

What a shame, if you were dead.

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Spencer kissed the top of Willow's head, his left hand gripping the hair gently. Her forehead rested against his chest, and her hands wrapped around his torso, fisting the material of his sweater. Spencer's right hand pulled her closer, his large hand rubbing in a soothing motion on the small of her back.

After their heartfelt conversation, Willow and Spencer returned to the rest of the team, who had already delivered the profile to the department. Upon returned to the roundtable room, they began to discuss the master plan, much to Spencer's dismay.

"Willow," Aaron addressed, nodding slightly at her.

"Yes, sir."

"After talking with the victim's loved ones, it seems this unsub selects his victims from nightclubs specifically. There's a local one where several of the victims were present at. We'd like you to go undercover there. We will discuss the details more upon arrival."

Willow nodded in agreement, anxiety bubbling up in her core. Am I really doing this? she thought to herself. It seemed crazy, but she would much rather put herself at risk than another innocent woman.

The team stood up, grabbing their things and preparing to get a move on. Willow had been given an outfit to wear, a classy red dress with a slit in the side. She went to the restroom to change into it and admired herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful, but she couldn't help from realizing she didn't would only ever want Spencer to see her in any sort of revealing garment.

Upon exiting the Rochester police department, she climbed into the back of one of the dark SUV's. Spencer sat beside her, and his jaw was locked in place upon seeing her in the beautiful costume.

Fuck, Spencer thought to himself. It was going to be grueling allowing the unsub anywhere near her tonight. Instead of making a scene, however, Spencer reached for Willow's hand and gave it a squeeze. She squeezed it back, but she could sense his anger and fear through the light shaking radiating through his body.

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Upon arriving at the local nightclub, a small earpiece was placed inside Willow's ear, deep enough that no one could see it. It contained a small microphone so that the team could hear their conversation.

Willow adjusted her dress upon standing, flattening it against her curves. Her scarlet hair was pulled into a half updo, a few strands of hair falling into her face. Spencer felt that the stragglers were just asking to be pushed behind her ears, which were flushed pink with anticipation.

The plan was, for the most part, simple. Willow was to enter the dance club alone, maybe go purchase a drink from the bar, and scope the scene. The team would be watching from inside the large white van outside. Everyone would be working together to profile who the unsub might be, and when they determined who it was, she would make her move. She would talk to him, flirt, and extract the most information that she could.

"Agent, how are you feeling?" Hotch asked her. She appreciated him checking in on her before she was catapulted straight into the field.

She sighed deeply, letting out an exhale that she didn't know she was holding.

"I'm ready."

"Wonderful. Remember, stay calm, use your training. If you notice anything, notify us. We will be watching and will come in if anything gets out of hand."

Willow nodded shakily, grabbing the small black hand purse she had been given to go along with the outfit. Spencer approached her, his hand resting on her arm.

"Be careful," he spoke gravely, "please."

"I will, Spence, don't worry."

He leaned down and kissed her then, their lips dancing in synchronization. Her face turned red, the embarrassment of kissing Spencer in front of her coworkers and boss dawning on her. Her hand, which was resting on Spencer's neck reached up to rub her thumb on his cheek. He whispered something to her then.

"If you need me, just say my name. I swear to god, I will come running."

Her heart fluttered from the tenacity and grit he showed in response to her going into the line of fire. She wished that she could kiss him again, but in private this time.

Willow walked about a block from where the van was parked before arriving at the nightclub. She let out a breath, shaking out her hands before entering the small, dingy building.

"Here goes nothing," she whispered to herself, momentarily forgetting that the entire team could probably hear her. She cursed herself, telling herself that she sounded ridiculous.

The club's size was deceiving from the outside, of which looked so small that she had assumed she'd find the unsub in no time. It was larger on the inside, and deeper; it went further back than she had expected.

She cleared her throat again, before confidently making her way over to the bar. She ordered a drink, not entirely caring what it was, and merely ordered first one that came to mind.

She waited for her drink order to be completed, but then heard a voice. She hadn't even had time to taken in her surroundings.

"Why, hello there."

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A/N: Thanks for making it this far! I've tweaked a couple things in the previous chapters, I hope everyone likes them. I'm really liking how this is turning out; I hope everyone reading is enjoying it as well.

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Bait | Ch. 5 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she’s faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: creepy remarks Word Count: 0.9k

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Now, who is this, with hair like strawberry?

Now dear, I promise I am not scary...

The lovely magpie, so small and frail,

Oh, how I'd love to hear you wail.

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"Why, hello there."

Willow froze at the deep voice behind her, a shiver dancing down her spine. It was as if merely the man's presence whispered, I'm dangerous.

She composed herself, wiping her hands on her dress before spinning around. She forced a playful smirk onto her red-painted lips and turned to him. Her jaw clenched slightly.

He was attractive. He had dark, curly hair and a defined jaw line, painted with a light coat of stubble. If it wasn't for the fact that he was eyeing her up and down, practically undressing her with his eyes, then maybe she would have blushed.

She could hear rustling in her earpiece, and the faint sound of Spencer's voice in the background. Willow composed herself, and widened her smile.

"Hi," she spoke, as innocently as she could muster, although it sickened her.

The man moved closer, his hand ghosting against her own.

"You're absolutely ravishing, do you know that?"

She giggled as flirtatiously as she could and closed the distance between their hands. If she was going to catch this unsub, then she had to sell it.

"What's your name, little one?"

She nearly blanched at the remark, any semblance of innocent attraction gone. She corrected herself, and continued with the mission.

"My name is Adelaide," she lied, using the fake name she often chose while in the field and unable to use her real name.

The man grinned, and although his teeth were white and perfect, she felt disgusted. Upon asking for his name, he replied that it was Thomas. They continued talking with one another for a few minutes, and Willow attempted to keep his interest engaged in her.

The team, including Spencer, made remarks in her ear about what to say or do next.

"Reach out and touch his arm," Morgan had spoken, suggesting that physical touch may bring out a useful behavior from the unsub.

"Why the hell would you suggest that? Willow, don't do that," Spencer had exclaimed, a hint of anger directed at Derek.

Willow touched the man's arm anyway, despite Spencer's protests over the small bluetooth in her ear.

"So, Mag--I mean Addie, what do you do for a living?"

A slipup. Thomas said Mag... what name was he trying to say? Maggie? Willow thought to herself, attempting to profile him. The team did the same, beginning to brain storm what that could mean, or if it was a name at all.

Willow lied, telling him that she worked at a law firm, a myth she made up on the spot. Upon her asking what he did for work, he replied that he works in business. Go figure, she thought.

"How do you feel about getting out of here, maybe getting a bite to eat somewhere a little more," he paused, "quiet?"

The hairs on the back of her neck stood erect, and the team's voice in her ear told her not to leave the club. What else was she supposed to do, then? Tell him no? That probably wouldn't go over well. Willow attempted to think quick on her feet.

"I'm waiting for my friends," she cooed, "but I'd love for you to keep me company."

Thomas' jaw tensed, clearly upset by the roadblock, but he corrected himself and shot her a sly smile that turned her stomach upside down.

"I'd love to, baby," he remarked, and his hand traveled down to her waist.

Willow couldn't help it, no matter how hard she tried. She flinched and pulled back slightly at his touch. Damnit, she thought. He probably isn't used to being rejected.

His eyes changed then, to skepticism, and then to anger. His jaw clenched, and his grip on her waist tightened.

"Who are you really, Adelaide?"

He gritted through his teeth, his grip tightening further and Willow couldn't help but let out a small whimper. She could hear Spencer's frantic voice come in through the speaker in her ear.

"Willow!" His voice was garbled, but she could hear the fear in it. "I'm going in."

"Reid, calm down. Let her work this out," Hotch's calming voice chimed in.

Hotch's remark gave her the little bit of encouragement she needed to carry on. Against the wishes of her logical brain, she pushed herself closer to Thomas.

"I'm sorry," she cooed flirtatiously. "I just got nervous. Handsome men don't talk to me very often."

Thomas seemed to soften slightly at her remark, and his hand relaxed. To Willow's, and Spencer's dismay, his hand still rested on her waist. It slowly began lowering.

"That's okay, little bird."

His hand squeezed her behind, and she yelped but played it off with the most playful giggle that she could muster. Unfortunately, Thomas saw through her ploy and his eyes narrowed.

"Come with me," he growled and pulled on her arm so hard she worried it came out of its socket. He yanked her towards the back exit and since they were already close to it, no bystanders saw. Shit, she thought.

Willow could faintly hear Spencer's voice above the chaos, assuring her that they were on their way.

Thomas pulled her into the alleyway and harshly threw her against the concrete wall, her body falling to the floor in a crumpled ball.

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The next morning, Jane gave Jack a call to fill him in on what was going on.

“Hey, Jack-”

“Jane! Thank god! You never came home last night. I was worried!” Jack exclaimed as soon as he answered her call.

“Relax, I’m fine,” she assured him. “It’s kind of a long story, but I ended up at Spencer’s last night and we got back together.”

“Seriously?! Jane, that’s great!” he cheered.

“Yeah, I know,” she agreed, smiling.

“Do you think you’ll move back in right away? I’m free tomorrow to help.”

“That’d be great, Jack. I’m planning on coming over to grab some things at some point today. I’ll see you later.”

She hung up and returned to the living room, curling back up on the couch next to Spencer. She’d need to get some of her hygiene items like shampoo, etc. as well as a change of clothes later. For the time being, Spencer let her borrow one of his shirts to lounge in.

“Jack offered to help move my stuff back here tomorrow,” she informed him, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his torso.

“Are you sure you want to move back in so soon? I’d understand if you wanted to take more time,” Spencer said, reaching around to wrap his own arm around her.

“I’m sure. This way, we can pretend the last three weeks and two days never happened.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Sounds like a great idea,” he told her.

~~~

On Monday morning, there was no one in the bullpen when Jane and Spencer arrived, meaning there was no one to notice that they had arrived at the same time.

They spent the morning working on paperwork at their own desks, therefore nobody suspected anything had changed between them.

Around mid-morning, Garcia came over to Jane’s desk.

“Jane, I am so sorry about Friday! I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard to go out and I definitely shouldn’t have set you up with someone I’ve never met personally and-” she paused in her apology, examining Jane’s face. “You don’t seem that mad anymore.”

Jane laughed and shook her head. “I’m not mad. It’s alright, Penny.”

The blonde stood there, perplexed by her friend’s happier mood. She hadn’t seen her like this in weeks. “What happened after you hung up on me Friday?”

To answer her question, Spencer came over, placing a fresh mug of coffee on Jane’s desk.

Jane’s eyes brightened even more. “Thank you!” she cheered. He bent down and gave her a peck on the lips before turning to look at Garcia. Both of them couldn’t help but smirk at the look on her face.

“What? Are- are you two- Are you two back together?” She finally spat out.

The two smiled and nodded before sharing a look.

Garcia let out a shriek, gathering the attention of the others in the area. “Oh, this is so exciting! I am so happy! This is the best thing ever!”

“What’s going on, baby girl?” Morgan asked as he and JJ decided to get up from their desks and join the conversation. He looked to Jane and Spencer and his brow furrowed. “Hold on, did you two make up?”

“Yes, they did!” Garcia cheered.

Both Spencer and Jane laughed at their friends' excitement.

“That’s great! Good job, man!” Morgan gave Spencer a brotherly punch in the arm.

“That’s so good to hear!” JJ cheered.

“Thanks, you guys! We should probably all get back to work, though,” Jane told them.

They all agreed, repeating their congratulations one more time before walking off.

Jane smiled to herself as she returned to the file she was working on.

It was like one second she was reading the file and the next her mind flashed back to that dreaded basement again.

“Jane!” Spencer broke her out of it. He’d come back over to say one more thing before he went back to work. Jane shook her head and looked up at him standing next to her desk. “Are you alright?” he asked.

Before they could talk about it, Hotch had come out of his office to tell them a case had come in.

Jane stood and brushed past Spencer to head to the briefing room.

~~~

The team was able to solve the case and return back home in time for the weekend.

In the middle of the night on Friday, Jane was woken up by a nightmare. She slipped out from under the covers, making sure not to disturb Spencer, and silently tiptoed to the bathroom. Taking a seat on the bathroom floor, she silently cried and tried to calm down.

The next morning, Jane was still tired so they decided to devote the day to watching movies.

That night, more nightmares came.

Spencer was the first to wake on Sunday morning. He got up and got breakfast ready while Jane continued to sleep. Just as he was turning off the stove, he heard her screaming coming from the bedroom.

Spencer ran into the bedroom and rushed to her side. She was still asleep but was screaming and thrashing around in her sleep. He tried to gently wake her. When her eyes flashed open, there was a moment in which she didn’t realize where she was, as if she was still inside her nightmare and he was her abductor. Jane shoved him away.

“Jane!” he called out.

The sound of his voice brought her back to reality.

“Spencer, I’m so sorry!” she apologized immediately. She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest.

"That’s alright. You didn’t mean it.” He moved to sit next to her. “Jane, I know you’ve been having nightmares again, along with some other stuff,” he told her softly.

She sat there, saying nothing.

“I think you need to talk to someone. It doesn’t have to be me, but I think you need help.”

“No I don’t,” she denied, though tears came to her eyes.

"It takes time, but it’ll only get better if you face it rather than ignore it.”

Jane remained silent, her eyes focused on something only she could see off in the distance.

“I made breakfast. Why don’t we go eat?” Spencer suggested, changing the subject.

She nodded and allowed him to take her hand, help her out of bed, and lead her to the kitchen.

~~~

Tuesday, June 15.

“I’m going to run some errands and grab lunch. I’ll see you later,” Spencer informed Jane.

Jane spun in her chair to look at him as he moved to walk away. “Well, wait! Do you want me to come with you?” she offered.

“Not this time. I want to go alone,” he told her. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Jane stared at him as he walked away, thinking it was a little suspicious but chose to ignore it.

An hour later, Garcia and Jane were having a conversation at Jane’s desk.

“Woah,” Garcia exclaimed randomly.

Jane raised an eyebrow. “Um, woah what?”

Spencer approached from behind Jane and cleared his throat. She spun around in her chair and her eyes widened. Spencer had traded in his ‘boy band’ haircut for a much shorter style.

“Spencer, wow!” Jane spoke.

His cheeks went red and he looked down, scratching his neck, embarrassed. “You hate it,” he said.

“What? No! It’s just different,” Jane insisted. “But it looks really, really good.”

“It does?”

“Yes! Right, Pen?”

“Uh...yeah! Totally!” Garcia cheered. “You, boy genius, are one tall drink of water.”

Jane got up from her seat. “I’m going to go grab more coffee from the break room. Spence, do you want some?”

“That sounds great!” he agreed, going to grab his cup from his own desk before following Jane to the break room.

“See ya, Garcia!” Jane said as the tech analyst also left Jane’s desk and broke off from the group.

The room was empty when they entered. Jane moved to the counter and began brewing the coffee.

“I’m serious, Spence. Your hair looks great! It’s so sexy,” she told him, turning around to face him, leaning against the counter.

He smiled at her, speechless.

Jane pulled him closer to her and lowered her voice to say, “I cannot wait to get you home and all alone tonight.”

She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, running her hands through his new, short hair.

The door to the break room opened and Garcia entered, causing them to jump apart.

“Thought I’d warn you that Rossi is coming this way,” she told the pair with a wink.

“Thanks, Garcia,” they murmured. They hurried to get their coffee refilled before heading back to their desks and getting back to their files.

Every once in a while, Jane would glance up toward Spencer. More than once, he caught her staring at him, biting her lip. Upon seeing this, he’d turn red and look away again.

At one point, Jane decided to gather up the files she’d finished so far and go turn them into Hotch in his office. On the way back to her desk, Jane passed Spencer’s desk, reaching out to brush her hand across his head. When she returned to her desk, she looked back at him and smirked before shooting him a wink and going back to work. He chuckled to himself before also going back to work.

Upon arrival home from work, Spencer took Shortstack outside and Jane began to work on cooking dinner. When it was ready, they sat down and ate, making small talk and forcing themselves to remain patient.

They finished eating and worked together to get the dishes washed and put away. Jane put the last plate in the cabinet and shut the door before turning and smiling at Spencer.

She took his hand and guided him back to the bedroom, shutting the door after them.

Spencer woke up the next morning to Jane kissing his lips. He smiled under the kiss, causing her to pull away to look at him. He opened his own eyes to see her leaning over him slightly, smiling down at him.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

He reached up and kissed her again. “Good morning.”

Jane laid back down to rest her head on his chest. “Ugh, I don’t want to go to work today,” she complained.

“We could probably call in if you really wanted to,” he suggested.

“No,” she shook her head slightly. “We better get up and get ready.” She moved to sit up and slip out of bed, the cool air creating goosebumps on her bare skin. Spencer sat up and watched her. “I’ll go shower first,” she told him, heading into the bathroom.

Jane had just finished rinsing out her shampoo and was about to begin rubbing conditioner in her hair when she heard the bathroom door open and close.

“I took Shortstack out to go to the bathroom and gave him his food,” Spencer’s voice called over the sound of the water.

“Good.” She stopped rubbing her hair and pulled the curtain back a bit so she could see him.

“You know,” she began with a smirk. “We could probably get ready faster if we just showered at the same time,” she suggested.

Spencer grinned and stripped his clothes back off before stepping into the shower with her. Jane grabbed his shampoo from the corner and put some on her hand before reaching up to rub it in his hair. He had to bend down slightly for her to reach it properly. Unable to resist the temptation, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Needless to say, showering together proved to be counterproductive for the couple, causing them to arrive at work around forty-five minutes late.

As Jane sat at her desk working on paperwork, she couldn’t help but notice a few of the others gathered over at Morgan’s desk, talking in hushed voices and laughing occasionally.

Jane chose to ignore it and continued to work.

A while later, Morgan came over to her. “Hey, sweetness,” he greeted with a grin.

“Hey,” she replied back. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“No reason,” he chuckled, walking away before she could interrogate him further.

People continued glancing at her throughout the next few hours until Garcia finally decided to end the teasing and take her into the bathroom.

“Garcia, you couldn’t have just told me out there?” Jane complained as the door closed behind them.

“No, I couldn’t,” Garcia argued. “Look at your neck.” She gestured to the mirror and Jane obliged, gasping in realization as to why everyone was behaving the way they were. There was a very obvious hickey on the front of her neck.

“I guess someone had a good time last night,” Garcia giggled as she handed Jane some concealer to help her cover it up.

Jane shook her head. “This wasn’t here this morning.”

“So when did you get it?” Jane hesitated to answer, but Garcia figured it out in the moment of silence. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Is that why you two were late?”

“Maybe...”

“Oh, it so is!”

Jane finished with the makeup and handed it back to Garcia. “Thanks for telling me but I don’t think we should continue this discussion.”

She turned and hurried out of the bathroom, a bit embarrassed.

Later in the day, Spencer apologized to Jane about the situation. “I didn’t mean for you to get embarrassed,” he told her.

“That’s alright. It’s too late to change anything now,” she assured him. “We’ll just be extra careful next time.”

Hotch entered the bullpen and announced that there was a case.

The case lasted a few days and fortunately helped distract the team from being able to tease Jane and Spencer anymore.

~~~~~

Sunday, June 20th.

Spencer woke up and followed the smell of pancakes out to the kitchen where he found Jane cooking.

“Good morning!” she chirped, taking another pancake off of the frying pan and placing it on the stack. Before pouring more batter to make the next one, she moved over to Spencer, reaching up to plant a kiss on his lips. “Happy one year anniversary!”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close. “Happy one year anniversary to you too,” he repeated with a wide smile.

Around a week ago, the couple had decided to not count the near month that they had spent broken up and therefore would still consider June 20th to be their anniversary.

“I’m making pancakes!” Jane said as she broke away from him and went to continue making breakfast.

“I see that,” he chuckled.

“I think I have enough batter left to make two more and then I’ll be done. Go sit down.”

Spencer obliged and Jane joined him a few minutes later.

After breakfast, Jane received a call from Garcia.

“Hey, Penelope!”

“Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to join me in shopping at the mall today?” she asked.

“Oh, not today, Pen,” Jane told her. “It’s Spencer and I’s first anniversary. Maybe next weekend or something?”

“I was really hoping to go today!” the blonde insisted.

“No, I’m sorry. I gotta go.” Jane hung up and returned back to the living room. “That was Garcia. She wanted me to go shopping with her,” Jane informed Spencer.

“You should go,” he told her.

Her brow furrowed. “You want me to spend our anniversary shopping with Garcia?” she questioned.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you want to spend it together?” Jane crossed her arms.

“I do, but you and Garcia haven’t had time to hang out in a while and we live together. We can celebrate later,” Spencer insisted.

“OK...” Jane gave in, suspicious. “I’ll call her back then.”

Jane spent the entire day shopping with Garcia.

Garcia guided Jane to a specific store and encouraged her to get a specific dress, telling her that she would pay for it for her.

“Garcia, it’s beautiful, but I can’t ask you to buy it for me! It’s way too expensive,” Jane argued.

“But if you get it, then we could go back to my place and you can put it on and I can help you do your hair and makeup all nice to surprise Spencer with!”

Jane narrowed her eyes at her. “OK, what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” Garcia lied.

“Garcia, you know I can tell when you’re lying.”

Garcia groaned, “Fine. Spencer’s preparing a fancy dinner for you back home and Morgan and Rossi are helping him. He asked me to keep you busy all day and he gave me money to buy this dress for you.”

“Oh my god, that’s so sweet!” Jane exclaimed.

“I guess I have to let him know the surprise is ruined.”

“Well, don’t tell me any more details. That way I can be partially surprised,” Jane suggested.

They found the dress in Jane’s size and purchased it before heading back to Garcia’s to get Jane ready for the dinner.

Right around six, Jane arrived home. She opened the door to find a trail of rose petals on the ground and Shortstack sitting in front of her with a little bowtie on.

“Well don’t you look handsome,” Jane laughed, setting her stuff aside and kneeling down to greet the pup. Shortstack barked and turned to walk towards the balcony, the same direction as the trail of rose petals.

Out on the balcony, Spencer stood by a table with candles and flowers on it. He was wearing a tux.

“Happy anniversary,” he told her, coming forward to give her a kiss. “I love you so much, Jane.”

“I love you too, Spencer. I can’t believe you did all of this for me!” she told him, embracing him before he took a step back to take in her attire.

“You look so beautiful,” he told her.

Jane blushed. “You look great too. Thank you for buying the dress for me. Garcia’s not a very good liar,” Jane chuckled.

“You’re very welcome. Shall we?” he gestured toward the table and she moved forward to one of the chairs. Spencer pulled it out for her before walking around to his own chair.

“The food looks delicious. Did you make this?” Jane asked.

“With Rossi’s help,” he admitted. “I figured I’d learn from an Italian food expert.” Jane laughed. “Morgan helped too with setting things up.”

“Remind me to thank both of them,” she said as she went to take her first bite.

“How was your day with Garcia?” he asked, also digging in.

“It was fun, but I missed you. This is lovely and I really appreciate the effort you put into it, but I felt guilty spending our anniversary away from you,” Jane admitted.

“Don’t. It was all part of the plan,” he insisted. “Wine?” he asked as he grabbed the bottle.

“Yes, please.” Jane held out her glass and he poured both of them a glass before raising his. Jane mimicked him. “To one year of being together,” she began. “It wasn’t all full of happiness, but it was all worth it because, in the end, I get to be with you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Spencer repeated back. “Cheers.” They clinked their glasses.

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Bless The Broken Road - 32

The next day, the girls flew back home. Jane arrived at the apartment to find Spencer sitting with Shortstack on the couch.

“Hey!” she cheered.

“Hey! How was your trip?” he asked.

“It was a lot of fun!” Jane said as she kicked off her shoes and moved to join them. “What about you? Did you have a fun night?”

“Yeah, it was great,” he told her. He scanned her face. “You look like you want to tell me something.”

Jane blushed and looked down at Shortstack, scratching behind his ears. “Umm,” she stammered. “The girls and I were talking and joking around and, and they ended up daring me to kiss Emily?” She looked up at him briefly to see his eyes had widened slightly. She averted her eyes back to Shortstack again and continued, “So Emily and I sort of kissed last night.”

“Wow,” Spencer said, clearing his throat.

“Are you mad?” she asked him shyly.

“No, ahem, I’m not mad. That’s actually kind of hot?” he stated.

Jane’s head snapped up to look at his face. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

She grinned and chuckled a bit.

~~~~~

The week of the wedding, Hotch gave the team Friday off to prepare for their weekend of celebrating. The rehearsal dinner was that night at Rossi’s place. They enjoyed a beautiful night together with the team as well as friends and family that had come in from out of town for the weekend. Out of town guests included Emily, Jane’s parents, grandmother, and other relatives, and Spencer’s mother.

When the night came to an end, Jane headed back to Garcia’s with her for the night, as she and Spencer thought it best to spend the night before their wedding away from each other.

In the morning, the ladies headed to the salon to get their hair and makeup done for the big day. Jane’s hair was put up in a bun with some strands left loose in the front and a sparkly clip in the back.

After they were all done at the salon, they grabbed a quick lunch before driving out to the wedding location. As it was a rural location, they had set up tents to act as dressing rooms for the wedding party. The men would all be wearing gray suits while the bridesmaids’ dresses were a shade of burgundy.

Outside of the tents, they could hear guests chattering as they arrived and took their seats on the folding chairs set up in the clearing. The area was surrounded by beautiful fall foliage and they’d set up pumpkins and burgundy, purple, and orange flowers to line the ends of the aisle. The front had an arch set up for the couple to stand underneath as they said their vows.

When it was time to begin, the wedding party minus Jane and her father lined up and began their processsion. He’d wait until it was time for her to walk to bring her out so Spencer wouldn’t see her too early.

First, Spencer escorted his and Jane’s mothers down the aisle and seated them in the front row before joining Jack up at the altar. Next, the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their way up to the front. Chuckles of amusement could be heard as Henry walked down the eisle, a pillow with the rings on it in one hand and Shortstack’s leash in the other. While he obviously was unable to drop flower petals as he went, they had Shortstack wearing a flower headpiece in order to be considered the flower dog.

“I think they’re ready for you,” Jane’s father said. “Are you ready?”

Jane took a deep breath before nodding and smiling. “Yeah.”

He embraced her. “I’m so happy for you, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she breathed into his shoulder.

They broke apart from their hug and she linked her arm around his for him to lead her down the aisle. Everyone stood as she made her way out into the open.

As soon as she turned to walk down the aisle, Jane locked eyes with Spencer and smiled.

His eyes widened in awe. Beside him, Morgan heard Spencer take an audible breath in as he saw his bride for the first time.

When they reached the front of the chairs, Jane’s father kissed her cheek before taking a seat next to her mother and Jane made her way up to stand next to Spencer.

He reached under her veil and touched her face. “You look beautiful,” he spoke softly.

Jane smiled but said nothing. The couple looked to Jack to begin officiating the ceremony.

“We’re gathered here today to celebrate the love that Jane and Spencer have for each other and the life they are about to embark on together in marriage. I remember the first time I met Spencer and saw the pair together back when they were just friends. Jane insisted they were just friends and coworkers, but I could tell there was more to it. Now today, I am so happy they’ve asked me to officiate this service,” Jack shared. “Without further ado, the bride and groom have both prepared vows to read to each other.”

Spencer and Jane turned to face each other again. They both shared their vows and then Jack asked for the rings. Henry brought Shortstack over to the center, elicited “aww”s from many in the room. They placed the rings on each others’ fingers and said their “I do”s.

“You may now kiss the bride,” Jack told Spencer. Spencer lifted Jane’s veil and leaned down to kiss her. They heard Morgan let out a whistle and many people cheered and applauded.

“It is my honor to present to you, Dr. and Dr. Spencer Reid,” Jack announced.

Spencer took Jane’s hand and together they walked down the aisle, offically husband and wife. Neither one could stop smiling.

They had a few hours to take pictures before the reception started. The reception was held in a barn near the ceremony property. It was a wonderful, fun-filled evening of dancing and celebrating with all of their family and closest friends. At the end of the night, they headed back home, both exhausted.

Jane was unable to hold back a yawn on the drive back.

“Tired?” Spencer asked her.

“Yeah.”

“Me too,” Spencer admitted.

“I know wedding night tradition calls for the bride and groom to sleep together for the first time as husband and wife, but how would you feel about waiting until the honeymoon? Honestly, right now I just want to sleep,” Jane laughed. “And I want our first time as husband and wife to be perfect so I’d rather wait.”

They stopped at a red light and Spencer turned to look at her. “I want it to be perfect too. Let’s wait until our honeymoon,” he agreed. He leaned over and kissed her before the light turned green again.

~~~

Monday, October 3rd.

Jane and Spencer took an early morning flight to Vienna Italy to start off their honeymoon. They settled into their hotel before going off to take in the sights.

After they got back to the hotel, Jane took a seat on the bed and smiled at Spencer as he came to join her.

“What?” he asked, trying to read her face.

“I’m just so happy right now,” she told him.

“Yeah? Me too,” Spencer agreed, smiling as he lifted a hand to her face.

He pulled her to him and began kissing her. Jane reached up and tangled her hands in his hair and Spencer moved them so that they could lay down on the bed. They both worked to take off each other’s clothes and then had their belated wedding night.

The couple woke up in the morning to the sun streaming through the window. Spencer drew circles on Jane’s bare back. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him, reaching up to give him a peck on the lips.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning,” he repeated back, giving her another kiss.

“Mmm, I wish we could just spend all day in bed,” she told him. “But I also don’t wanna miss seeing the sights while we’re here.”

“I know. I feel the same way,” he agreed. Spencer stretched and moved to sit up, pulling Jane up with him. “Come on. Let’s shower and get going.”

~~~

Jane and Spencer had a wonderful time during their honeymoon traveling throughout Europe. After a few weeks, it was time to get back home and back to work.

~~~

Sunday, October 16th.

Jane and Spencer were greeted by Jack and Shortstack at their apartment upon their arrival. They thanked Jack for watching Shortstack before he left so they could get to unpacking.

The next day, the couple came into work holding hands.

Everyone was awaiting their arrival and welcomed them back with hugs. Before they could get to asking how their trip was, however, a case came in. They’d (meaning Garcia mainly) have to get the details later.

Wednesday, October 26th.

The team was on a case in Colorado. Jane was at the sink in the bathroom of the local police station, staring at her reflection in the mirror when JJ entered the room.

“Hey, everything alright? You’ve been in here a while,” JJ asked her.

“Yeah, sorry. We should get back to the case,” Jane replied, attempting to walk past her. JJ put a hand on her arm to stop her.

“Wait, slow down. The team’s fine without us for a few minutes. What’s up?” she questioned her.

Jane sighed, looking at the floor and then back to JJ. “My period was supposed to start yesterday and it hasn’t yet.”

“You might be pregnant?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, well. Why don’t we make an excuse to go to the store later before we head back to the hotel for the night. We can get you a test and you can take it in my room.”

“OK,” Jane agreed with a nod. “OK. Thank you, JJ.” She stepped forward and hugged her before the two went back to the team.

That night, Jane made an excuse to Spencer about stepping out to call Jack so that she could head over to JJ’s room to take a pregnancy test.

They waited the alloted time for the test to be complete before Jane took a deep breath and looked at the stick.

She look up at JJ and told her, “It’s negative. I guess it’s just a false alarm,” Jane told her.

“Wow,” JJ breathed. Jane threw the test in the trash and moved to take a seat on the bed. “That’s good though, right? You guys just got married. You aren’t ready for kids yet. Are you?”

“Right,” Jane agreed. “I just...” she trailed off for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d be this disappointed that it’s negative.”

“Ok,” JJ said, taking a seat next to her. “Well, maybe you are ready. Take some time to think about it and then talk to Spencer about it,” she suggested.

“Yeah, I know.”

~~~~~

Thursday, November 10th.

It was weeks later and Jane still hadn’t talked to Spencer about her feelings about having kids. When they had gotten back from the case where she’d had a false alarm, they’d slept together again.

Now Jane was staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. She’d taken another pregnancy test. It was negative again so she tossed it in the trash.

Spencer entered the bathroom and she busied herself with finishing up getting ready for work.

In the mirror’s reflection, she saw Spencer look down to the trash and see the test.

“Jane, is that what I think it is?” he questioned.

Jane sighed and turned around to face him, leaning on the counter. “Yeah. It’s negative. On our first case back after our honeymoon, I thought I might’ve been pregnant but it was a false alarm and now I thought I’d check again since we slept together when we got back from that case but no.”

“OK,” he said, trying to read her face.

“But I realized from it that I’m ready to be a mom. I want a baby, Spencer,” she told him.

He grinned at her and replied back, “I do too.”

It was a paperwork day at the BAU. Jane decided to stay behind during lunch and continue working while Spencer went to go get food for both of them.

He returned to the office and set the food on her desk before bending down to kiss her cheek.

As he had already finished his own paperwork, he returned to his desk to read a book. Jane noticed this but didn’t think anything of it.

At the end of the day, Jane walked over to his desk just as he was setting the book down. She glanced at the title and realized what he was reading. It was a book about ovulation and getting pregnant.

When they arrived home, he began to explain to her how they could have planned sex around her ovulation to increase their chances of getting pregnant.

“We just missed your ovulating time for November, but we could always try anyways. Do you want to?” he asked.

“Yeah, might as well,” she laughed. He stepped closer to her and kissed her. She broke the kiss and chuckled. “Oh, you meant right now?”

“Is that a problem?” he asked.

“Not at all.” She took his hand and led him back to the bedroom.

~ A few weeks later, Jane took another pregnancy test but it was still negative. They planned to try again around the start of December, but a case came up, preventing them from doing so on time. They tried later again anyway.

Wednesday, December 21st.

“Spencer!” Jane called from the bathroom.

“What?” he asked from the bedroom.

She entered the room holding her most recent pregnancy test.

“It’s positive,” she told him.

He stood up from the bed. “What?! Are you serious?”

“Yes!” she said, laughing.

“Oh my god!” he laughed, taking the test from her and seeing it for himself. He set it down on the bedside table then embraced her, picking her up and spinning her around.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” Jane cheered.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Spencer repeated, equally as excited.

The next day, they scheduled a doctor’s appointment.

The doctor did their own tests to check on Jane before turning to the couple.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but it looks like you’re at home test was a false positive. You’re not pregnant,” she told them.

“Oh,” was all Jane managed to say. Spencer wrapped an arm around her.

“I’m sorry. Keep trying,” she encouraged them. You’re free to go whenever you’re ready. I’ll give you two some time alone now.

“Thank you,” Spencer told the doctor. When she left, he asked Jane, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she told him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. At home tests can be faulty. That’s why we scheduled this appointment.”

“Yeah,” Jane said, unsure what else to say.

~~~

Around New Years, it was time for Jane to be ovulating again. Spencer was expecting them to try again when they got home from work, but Jane wasn’t sure if she could do it.

“Spencer, I’m not so sure about this,” she told him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don’t want to try to make a baby tonight,” she told him.

“Oh,” he replied, surprised. “Alright. That’s fine. You’re ovulating for a few more days. We can try tomorrow.”

“No, not just tonight,” Jane told him, shaking her head. “I can’t do it, Spence.” She took a seat on the couch. “I can’t stand the disappointment of seeing another negative test,” she explained.

He stood in front of her. “You don’t think I’m disappointed too everytime it’s a negative or a false alarm?” I hate it too,” he insisted.

“But it’s not you who feels guilty every time. It’s like there’s something wrong with me! What if I’m not able to give you a baby?”

“So you just wanna give up now?”

Jane shook her head. “No, I’m not saying that. Maybe we could just take a break from trying for a while. Maybe we’re forcing something that isn’t supposed to happen yet.”

Spencer sighed and took a seat next to her.

“I know you’re excited to start a family and I am too, but can we wait just a little while?” she asked.

He thought about it for a moment before agreeing. “Alright. We can put it off for a while.”

“Thank you,” she told him, turning to hug him.

“Of course,” he replied.

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Jane stood there, eyes wide, frozen in place. Spencer’s words echoed back to her in her mind. Her breathing started to pick up and she felt her knees go weak as she fell to the floor.

“Jane!” Morgan yelled as he and Garcia rushed over to her.

“I-I can’t believe he really...he really just,” Jane struggled to speak, sobbing. “He really just-” she gasped and let out another loud sob.

“He just needs some time, ladybug,” Morgan assured her. “He’ll come around and realize his mistake.”

“How about you come stay at my place tonight?” Garcia offered.

She shook her head, sniffling. “No, that’s alright. I can stay at Jack’s again.”

“Na uh, not tonight,” Garcia insisted. “You, my friend, need a girls’ night. You’re staying with me.”

“I’m not really in the mood for that, Pen!”

“Yeah, but you need it. Now come on!”

They stood and helped her up from the ground. Morgan pulled her into a tight embrace, comforting her, before allowing Garcia to whisk her away for a girls’ night.

~~~

The next day, no cases came in so everyone worked on paperwork all day. The tension was palpable in the air as both Reid and Addison did their best to avoid looking at each other.

At one point, Jane was returning to her desk after getting a refill of her coffee when she passed Spencer coming back from the bathroom. Upon seeing him, she immediately turned around and headed to Garcia’s office instead.

Morgan approached her in the afternoon and offered to help move her stuff out of Spencer’s apartment if Jack would help him do so. Jane accepted the offer with a sigh, telling him she’d text Jack about it.

At the end of the day, Hotch announced they didn’t have to come in the next day as long as a case didn’t come up, meaning they could have a three day weekend.

On the one hand, Jane saw it as a good thing. Three whole days without having to be around Spencer. On the other hand, it meant there was nothing to distract her from thinking about him.

That night, Morgan and Jack headed to Reid’s apartment with boxes to pack up Jane’s stuff.

As they entered, Morgan took a look at what a mess the apartment was. There were books, dishes, and random items scattered everywhere.

“Kid, are you sure about this? You should really talk to her, try to work it out,” Morgan insisted.

Reid shook his head. “It’s too late now. She wouldn’t want me now anyway,” he stated, moving to take a seat in the kitchen, staying out of the way as they gathered Jane’s things.

The whole weekend, Jane stayed cooped up inside, wrapped up in a blanket. She spent half the time sleeping and the rest of the time either watching movies or crying until she fell back asleep.

She had no idea that Spencer spent the weekend in a similar state of mind.

~~~

Monday, May 17th.

The team was gathered at the round table for a briefing. All were present except for Reid.

When he came in late, everyone looked up except for Jane, who did her best to avoid eye contact.

“Well, hello,” JJ greeted, an amused tone in her voice.

“What, did you join a boy band?” Hotch asked, causing Jane’s head to snap up and look at Reid.

“No?” he replied, confused. Morgan laughed and Rossi shook his head.

He had gotten a hair cut. It was shorter and messier. Quite different from his former, near shoulder length style.

Jane struggled not to laugh along with Morgan.

The case lasted a couple days. They returned on Wednesday and were presented another new case the following day.

“In New York City, two sets of two victims have been found within the last few weeks. Each set including one man and one woman,” Garcia began the briefing. “The women had their faces slashed up while the men had their genitals cut off.”

“Two different MOs, two UNSUBS?” JJ questioned.

“Or it could be one UNSUB with different attitudes towards different genders,” Jane suggested.

“Any connections between the victims?” Rossi asked.

“Yes, sir. Both women were dancers at the same strip club.”

“Start looking into the victims, see if the men have any connection to each other or the two women. Everyone else, wheels up in 30,” Hotch ordered.

On the short flight to New York, Jane read through the case file, soaking in the information they already had. She examined the pictures of the women. Suddenly, her mind flashed back to months ago when she was tied up, forced into wearing a skimpy outfit similar to the ones these victims were wearing.

She felt a gentle push on her shoulder as Morgan shook her. Looking over to him, she blinked her eyes, snapping out of her daze.

“Are you alright?” he asked. Jane nodded and gave him a small smile.

Five minutes from landing, Garcia popped on their screens with new information.

“According to their credit card records, it looks like both men went to the strip club the women victims worked at often,” she told them.

Hotch thanked her then assigned everyone their duties. “I’ll coordinate with the local police. JJ and Rossi, talk to any family members available. Reid, go talk to the coroner about the autopsies then start working on victimology. Addison and Morgan, go to the club. Talk with management and the workers.”

Upon arrival at the club, Jane and Morgan first spoke with the bartender, who was able to confirm that both men came there often.

“Have you seen any suspicious behavior lately?” Morgan asked.

“There’s this one guy. He turns down any propositions made by the girls yet he comes in here a lot. I don’t know his name, though. He pays for his drinks in cash,” the bartender divulged.

“Thank you,” Jane told him before they stepped away.

Morgan caught sight of the dancers as one opened the door to their back dressing room area. “I think I’ll go talk to the girls.”

“Woah there, uh uh,” Jane told him, grabbing his arm. “You don’t need any distractions. You talk to management about getting security footage to Penelope. I’ll talk to the girls about what they’ve noticed.”

After speaking with the dancers and obtaining the security footage, they left to meet up with the rest of the team.

“The cuts on the victims were rough, meaning they weren’t from a practiced hand,” Reid shared with the team. “Also, the men vary in type as if there’s no preference yet both women are blue-eyed with brown hair just below the shoulders.” He momentarily looked over at Jane, who matched the description he just gave.

“Let’s call the club and ask them to send their nighttime security here before their shifts. I want them to have the profile,” Hotch instructed.

Garcia called to inform the team about what she found out from the security tapes. “I was unable to get facial recognition on the man you described, but I can confirm that he turns down any attention from the women.”

After the team gave the profile to the club’s security and local police, they called it a night.

Throughout the night, nightmares plagued Jane’s sleep, sending her back to the basement where she was held captive half a year ago. It’d been a long time since she experienced such dreams about what happened to her and she was caught off-guard by their reappearance.

In the morning, the police found two more victims. Rossi and Morgan went to the club and confirmed that the new victims had been there the night before. The woman was another dancer, the man was a patron.

The coroner was also able to tell the team that the victims had been drugged.

The new victims did nothing but confirm everything they already knew about the case.

JJ expressed this to the group, saying, “We know where he’s going to be and that he’ll likely strike again soon.”

“Well, I think it’s obvious what we have to do, isn’t it?” Jane spoke up, looking around at her fellow team members.

Reid’s brow furrowed.

“Jane’s right,” Hotch agreed. “Let’s get an undercover mission planned out for tonight.”

“What? You’re going to let her go undercover alone?” Reid questioned.

Everyone turned to look at him. Jane narrowed her eyes in confusion while others expressed looks of curiosity or slight amusement.

“She won’t be alone,” Hotch assured him. “Morgan and I will pose as security guards. JJ and Rossi will be in a van outside helping Garcia with surveillance, and you’ll pose as a customer,” he explained, planning aloud.

“What?” Reid’s eyes widened. “Me? Why?”

“We need someone young and non-threatening,” he explained. He then turned to Jane. “Are you sure you can handle this?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” she insisted, pushing any anxiety she had to the back of her mind as best she could.

The team spent the day planning their operation. Not long before it was time to go, someone arrived with their undercover outfits for them to change into.

Jane headed into the bathroom to change. When she stepped out of the stall and caught sight of herself in the mirror, her mind flashed back again to her case. The sound of the door opening snapped her out of it as JJ came in to ask if she was ready to go.

“Yeah.”

She followed the blonde back to their workroom. Reid was already back from changing. He was wearing an outfit that looked more suitable for Morgan. His eyes widened at the sight of her entering the room and Morgan turned to follow his gaze, wolf-whistling at what he saw.

Jane smiled and rolled her eyes, leaning into JJ and asking her quietly if she could find something for her to wear to stay more covered up until they got to the club. JJ agreed and left to go find her something.

Jane sat in front of one of the mirrors in the dressing room at the club. She stared at her reflection, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm down.

“Can everyone hear me?” Hotch asked. Reid, Morgan, Rossi, JJ, and Garcia all confirmed that they could. “Jane, are you set to go?” She took another deep breath. “Jane?”

“Yeah, all set,” she spoke quietly, trying not to draw the attention of the other girls.

“Alright, ladybug,” Morgan spoke to her. “I’m going to be talking you through this, ok?”

She nodded but realized he couldn’t see her do so. “OK,” she told him.

“You have to make everyone believe you’re really one of the dancers. You’ve got to exert confidence and appear really committed to what you’re doing. Can you do that?”

“I have no choice, do I?” she quipped.

“Head out to the floor now. Confidence. Smile. Shoulders back,” Morgan instructed.

Jane did as she was told and exited the dressing room, taking a look around the room.

“Head to the stage. It’ll give you a better view of the crowd.”

Jane cursed under her breath but maintained the smile on her face as she walked up the steps of the stage and headed over to the pole in the center of the catwalk. Taking a look at the other dancers, she mimicked moves she saw them doing, as she clearly had no other experience with any of this.

“Doing good, sugar,” Morgan encouraged her. “That’s my girl.”

She smiled, speaking through her teeth. “Visual on UNSUB?” she asked the team.

“2 o’clock,” Rossi told her from his view of the cameras out in the surveillance van.

She caught sight of the man and flashed him a flirty smile.

Meanwhile, one of the other dancers made her way over to Reid.

“Care for a private dance?” she asked him with a wink.

“No thank you,” he politely declined.

“Alright,” Morgan spoke to Jane again. “About ten more seconds then go find Reid and take him to a private booth. Don’t blow your cover. Remember to stay in character.”

Jane obliged and made her way down off the stage. She sauntered up to Reid, making sure the UNSUB was still following her with his eyes.

“Hey there, pretty boy,” she greeted him, mentally screaming at the situation.

“H-h-hi,” he stuttered.

“What do you say you and I go somewhere a little more private?” she asked him.

He gulped and Jane took his hand, leading him to a booth.

They both heard Morgan say in their ears, “Stay in character until Garcia clears you from any cameras in the booth.”

“What do you want us to do?” Jane questioned.

“Use your imagination.”

Jane groaned in frustration as they entered the booth. She rolled her eyes in annoyance but kept the smile painted on her face as she pushed Reid down onto the chair and straddled him. Trying not to think too much about it, she began kissing his neck and his hands found her waist. He let out a small moan and slid his hands down farther to cup her ass, squeezing slightly, eliciting a small moan from her as well. She trailed kisses up before she caught his lips with hers and he kissed back fiercely.

The sound of the curtains opening caused them to break apart. They looked to the entrance to see another dancer standing there. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t realize there was anyone using this booth.” She left, closing the curtains again.

Reid and Addison turned back to each other. In their ears, they heard Garcia tell them they were clear of cameras.

“What took you so long?” Jane asked, still breathing heavily.

Garcia ignored her question, instead informing them about a new discovery she made from reviewing the security footage again. “All of the male victims and the female victims they were found with were with said girls at the club the night they were killed. Also, that dancer that just walked in on you? She approached all of the men but was rejected and then the men later went with the other dancer that they were found with.”

“The UNSUB’s not a man. It’s the dancer,” Jane spoke. She looked at Reid and realized she was still sitting on his lap. Clearing her throat, she stood up and ran a hand through her hair.

“OK, I’ve got a name. Carley Little,” Garcia informed the team.

“Carley Little,” Jane repeated. “I remember that name. The other dancers mentioned she was gone the day that Morgan and I went to talk to them. She has no idea that I’m an FBI agent.”

“Alright, Jane and Reid, go sit at a table and talk for a while. Get Ms. Little’s attention and then leave the club. We’ll be outside waiting to catch her before she gets to you,” Hotch told them.

They followed his orders, heading out to a table.

“So,” Reid began, unsure how to even have a fake conversation with Jane.

“I hate your new hair,” Jane told him, keeping a smile on her face to go with the act.

His eyes narrowed momentarily before he recovered his act and smiled back at her. “Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to put up with it other than at work anymore.”

Jane caught Little’s eye and leaned forward to whisper in Reid’s ear, “She’s watching, let’s get out of here.”

He grinned and stood. “Alright.” She stood as well and he wrapped an around her, placing his hand on the small of her back as they headed out the door.

Little made her way after them, needle in hand ready to inject Jane with a drug to overpower her. Before she could do so, the rest of the team yelled out, “FBI!”

Reid pushed Jane behind him protectively and pulled out his gun with the others. Jane, weaponless due to her outfit, remained behind him.

Little dropped the needle and Morgan moved forward to put her in handcuffs. They returned to the station where they were able to change back into their regular clothing before interrogating her.

Per her request, Jane was allowed to be the one to interrogate Ms. Little. It didn’t take much for her to confess to all she did.

“The girls weren’t even prettier than me!” she complained. “But I could see I had no chance with the last one,” she admitted, referring to Reid. Jane raised an eyebrow. “It was clear he only has eyes for you.” Jane looked down and bit her lip. “We’re done here,” she said before quickly exiting the room. She walked past the others who had been watching on the other side of the glass and headed to the bathroom. She took up a spot in front of the sink and leaned on the counter, trying to calm down.

Soon, the team packed up at the station and left for the hotel, planning to fly back in the morning despite the short distance.

Jane had nightmares again. She woke up in the middle of the night, screaming. Once her surroundings came back into view, she wiped the sweat off her forehead and tried to get her breathing back under control.

A knock came at the door. She got up and went to look through the peephole to find Morgan standing on the other side of the door.

“Is everything alright in here?” Morgan asked as she opened the door and let him in. “I could hear you screaming from my room next door.”

Jane looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry, Derek.”

“Are you getting nightmares again?” he questioned.

“Again?” “Reid told me about them the first time they happened. He was worried about you and wanted advice on how to help,” he explained.

Jane sighed and took a seat on the end of the bed. “It’s been six months,” she stated.

“You mean it feels like six months since you broke up? It’s only been a week.”

“No, not that. Since I was abducted,” she told him, her eyes flicking up to him then back to her hands in her lap nervously.

He sighed and took a seat next to her. “Sometimes PTSD doesn’t start until months after the traumatic experience occurs. It’ll be alright,” he assured her.

She hesitated before asking, “Will you stay with me?”

He met her eyes and saw how exhausted she looked. Not wanting her to go through a sleepless night, tortured by her past, he agreed.

They both crawled under the covers and fell asleep.

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Later in the day, a case came in.

Once the team landed in Des Moines, Iowa, Morgan and Jane got in one of the SUV’s to head to the crime scene.

Jane shifted in her seat and made a noise of discomfort.

Morgan glanced over at her. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Just sore.”

“Late night last night, huh?” he asked cheekily.

Jane chuckled. “No, that’s not why. I got a workout in this morning before work,” she explained.

“I didn’t know you worked out.”

“I started not too long ago. I go on runs with JJ and stuff.”

“And you’ve never invited me,” Morgan stated, feigning hurt.

“You seem like you’d be a little too intense for me,” she admitted.

“If JJ can keep up, so can you,” he argued.

Jane looked over at him and thought for a moment. “Alright. Sometime we can go for a run together.”

Later that night in their hotel room, Jane and Spencer were relaxing on their bed when Garcia called, wanting to talk about some wedding details.

“Jane, I need to schedule a day for you to pick out your wedding dress,” the blonde told her.

“How soon do we need to do it?” Jane asked.

“Within the next few weeks. How about not this Sunday, but the next?”

“OK.” Jane covered the phone and whispered to Spencer, “When is that?”

He smiled. “February 20th.”

She mouthed a ‘thank you’ before telling Garcia, “Let me know when you get a time scheduled so I can let my mother know.”

Spencer reached for the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through channels.

“Who else do you want to be there with you?”

“Probably just my mom, you, and JJ since Emily won’t be able to be there.”

Spencer let out a gasp and Jane looked up. He found Dr. Who on TV.

“Alrighty. And I think we should find the bridesmaid dresses that day too. Emily can send me her measurements and we can get hers as well.”

“Alright.”

Spencer leaned into her and began kissing her neck, trying to get her off the phone.

Garcia started to talk about more wedding stuff, but Jane cut her off. “Pen, can we talk about this later?”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed, a bit sad.

“I’m sorry, someone found Dr. Who on TV and is getting a little impatient to watch it.”

She heard her chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I gotcha. Talk later, bye!”

“Bye, Pen!”

~~~

For Valentine’s Day this year, Spencer and Jane decided to spend the night in, watching movies. They recalled last year’s vacation and began talking about ideas for where to go for their honeymoon.

“What if we traveled around Europe for 2 weeks?” Jane suggested.

“Hopefully Hotch would be alright with us taking that much time off,” Spencer pointed out.

“I’m sure he would be. Oh! We could visit Emily!” Jane exclaimed.

“We’ll have just seen her at the wedding,” Spencer chuckled.

“Oh, right. Well anyway, we could go to France, England, Ireland, Italy, Greece, Germany, Spain-”

“Anywhere we want really,” Spencer cut in before she could list off every country on the continent.

“Oh, it’ll be so much fun!”

~~~

Friday, February 18th.

While Spencer was outside with Shortstack, Jane received a call from her mother.

“Hey, Mom!”

“Hey, sweetheart! I was calling to see if your dad can hang out at your place while we’re at the bridal shop on Sunday.”

“You mean hang out with Spencer?” Jane asked, glancing at the door, hoping he’d be back soon.

“Yeah!”

“Umm, ok,” she finally agreed. “That should be fine.”

“OK, great! We’ll see you on Sunday! Love you.”

“Love you,” Jane repeated back before ending the call.

Spencer and Shortstack returned shortly afterward. “Hey, my mom just called,” she told him.

“Oh, and?” he asked, sensing there was more.

“My dad’s going to hang out with you while my mom is with me picking out my dress,” she shared.

His eyes widened. “Oh, I don’t know, Jane. Are you sure that’s a good idea? It’s going to be really awkward.”

“I wasn’t too fond of the idea either, but I’m sure it’ll be a good thing! You two can get to know each other a little bit better.” She walked over to him and hugged him. “It’ll be fine,” she assured him.

~~~

On Sunday, everyone met at Jane and Spencer’s apartment before heading to the bridal shop while Spencer and Jane’s dad hung back.

Hours later, Jane had found the perfect dress along with the perfect bridesmaid dresses. They headed back to the apartment and said goodbye to Jane’s parents.

When they were alone again, Jane asked Spencer, “So, how did it go with my dad?”

“Surprisingly well. We had fun,” he told her.

“Good. I’m glad,” she replied, reaching up to give him a kiss.

“How was dress shopping?” he asked when she pulled away.

“Exhausting, but great! I love the dress I picked out!”

“I can’t wait to see you in it,” Spencer smiled.

Jane smiled back and kissed him again.

~~~~~

In April, the team was hit with a tough case dealing with kids.

It was rough on the whole team, but it seemed to hit Jane more than cases dealing with kids had in the past.

When the team got back to Quantico, they still had a bit of paperwork to finish before they could go home. Jane was almost done, but couldn’t maintain her focus. She caught her self staring off into space multiple times.

“How are you doing?” JJ’s voice snapped her out of her headspace. She looked up at her and shrugged.

“I’m alright.”

“You’ve been staring at the same page for five minutes,” JJ stated, taking a seat on Jane’s desk.

“Right, ah.”

“What’s going on up there in that brain of yours?”

“How’d you do it?” Jane asked her. “Do what?”

“Get up the nerve to bring a kid into this world knowing what you know about all of the dangers that are out there,” Jane clarified.

“Well, first off, it was an accident,” JJ laughed. “I definitely didn’t plan on getting pregnant, but I don’t regret it for a second. And someday, when the timing is right, Will and I would love to have another kid.”

“Really?” Jane questioned.

“Yeah. I think being a mom is worth the risk. And you just have to remember that there are people like us who fight to protect anything from happening to people to keep them safe.”

Jane pondered what she just said before nodding. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Wait, are you...”

Jane’s eyes widened. “No! No, not right now,” she insisted. “I just, I’ve started thinking about it more lately with the wedding and all. I know Spencer’s going to want to have children, and I do too, but sometimes... I don’t know,” Jane confessed. “Plus if we have a kid, one of us is going to have to transfer to a desk job. It's not like with Shortstack where Jack can watch him or her whenever we're on a case.”

“You should talk to him about it,” JJ suggested.

“I know, but maybe not right now. I want to wait for this case to not be so fresh in my mind. Right now, I feel like I never want to have kids.”

JJ looked up behind Jane and her eyes widened. Jane turned to see Spencer approaching her from behind.

“Spence!” she exclaimed.

“I was just checking to see if you were ready to go home,” he told her.

She turned back to look at the paperwork. “Actually, I-” JJ took the paperwork from her before she could tell him she had more to do. Jane mouthed ‘thank you’ to her before turning back to Spencer. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

The ride home was completely silent.

Thoughts whirled around in Jane’s head as she wondered how much Spencer had overheard.

When they arrived home, she broke the silence. “Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“When were you planning on telling me?” he asked.

“How much did you hear?”

"Just the end part where you said you never want to have kids.”

Jane sighed and took his hand, leading him over to sit on the couch. “It’s not that I don’t want to have kids. It’s just that thinking about all of the horrible things that happened to those kids on our last case made me question the idea of bringing more children into the world. I was planning on talking to you about it later when the case wasn’t fresh on my mind,” she told him. “I want kids, Spence. It’s just that it’s a big decision and it’s kind of scary.”

He took her hand. “It is scary. That’s why we don’t have to do it alone. We’d be doing it together.”

The pair decided to end the discussion of kids for the night and get ready for bed. They spent the night laying in bed holding each other. The case had been rough for both of them.

~~~

Three months until the wedding, Jane and Spencer arrived home from a long day at work.

Spencer wanted to relax and cuddle on the couch, but Jane insisted that they needed to finalize the music for the wedding.

“Oh yeah, the music. Trying to dance in front of everyone we know. Lovely,” Spencer said. He’d always been insecure about his dancing.

“Spence, you and I have danced plenty of times. Besides, the first dance is slow dancing. It’s easy. Here.” She pulled up a song on her laptop that was one of the contender’s for their first dance song and hit play before guiding him into the living room.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his around her waist.

I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you.

“See, this ain’t so bad. You just sway and go in a circle along to the music.”

“You’re right. Maybe this isn’t so bad,” he agreed. They continued to dance until the song ended. He leaned down and kissed her before resting his forehead against hers. “I think we just found our first dance song.”

~~~~~

A month before the wedding, JJ hosted Jane’s bridal shower. They had a beautiful lunch with the women of Jane’s family as well as the women of the BAU.

~~~~~

The Friday the week before the wedding Jane and Spencer had their respective bachelorette and bachelor parties. Before the parties, Jane and Spencer had a discussion to set limits on what could happen, assuming both parties would involve some form of strippers.

Emily flew in a few days before the bachelorette party so she could be there the whole week leading up to the wedding.

Jane, JJ, Penelope, and Emily took a quick flight to New York for the night of the bachelorette party, planning to spend the night in a hotel and then fly back the next day.

Spencer’s party remained fairly mild. Morgan knew he wouldn’t be comfortable with anything too crazy.

The girls hit up several clubs in town before heading back to the hotel room and talking through most of the night.

They got personal. Asking questions about Jane’s past sex life as well as her current relationship with Reid.

“Remember when Jane came to work one morning with a hickey on her neck?” Garcia laughed.

“What? Did you do it before work?” Emily asked, also laughing.

“Yes...in the shower,” Jane admitted, causing the girls to burst out in laughter at her flustered state.

“OK, OK, tell us this; have you ever kissed a girl before?” Garcia giggled.

Jane’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit. “What? No!”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Garcia joked.

Jane looked at the other two. Emily had a devious smirk on her face.

“Kiss me,” she told her.

“Wait, what?” Jane questioned.

“Kiss me,” Emily repeated. “Come on, you have to do something crazy at this party before you get married!”

The other two women agreed with Emily and Jane groaned. “Seriously, guys?”

“Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her,” they chanted.

“Ugh, fine!” Jane moved forward and grabbed Emily’s face, kissing her. JJ and Garcia cheered. They kissed for a while before breaking apart and looking at each other.

“Um, wow... that was actually really good,” Jane blushed.

“Right back at ya,” Emily chuckled, giving her a wink.

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Another month went by and Jane was ready to retake her psych eval in order to see if she was ready to reenter the field.

“What if I don’t pass?” Jane asked Spencer the night before, sharing her fears.

“If that’s the case, you’ll just need more time. You’ll be able to take it again after a while.”

Jane snuggled into him, remaining silent.

~ Tuesday, September 14th.

Jane retook her psych eval in the morning and managed to pass. Her therapist’s only requirement was that she continued to have sessions for a while as she eased back into working in the field.

Upon her return to the bullpen, she rushed up to Spencer to tell him the good news.

“I passed!” she cheered.

“That’s great!” he said, getting up from his chair to embrace her.

Within the next hour, Hotch informed them that they had a new case. Already, Jane was getting thrown back into the field.

The team gathered and Garcia began the briefing.

“The body of a woman was found on the steps of a church in Kansas City, Missouri. She was wearing a wedding dress and she was supposed to be married there the day before she was found. The fiancé got a voicemail, however, on the morning of the wedding breaking off the engagement.”

Garcia paused and played the voicemail for the team.

“Two weeks ago, another woman was found the exact same way in Kansas City, Kansas. And she left this voicemail for her fiancé the morning of her wedding.”

She played the older voicemail.

“They’re the exact same, verbatim,” Reid stated.

“Wheels up in 30,” Hotch ordered, ending the briefing.

When they landed in Kansas City, Jane and Reid headed to interview the fiancees of the victims. Both fiancees told them that the victims never showed signs of getting cold feet and how they didn’t know anyone who would want to do this to either of them.

“We were finally going to get married,” the second victim’s groom cried. “We’d known each other forever but have only been dating a few years. I was finally going to get to marry my best friend, but she was taken away from me on what should’ve been the happiest day of our lives.”

Spencer looked over at Jane, but she didn’t notice. When they were finished with the interviews, they met up with the rest of the team to see what everyone had found.

The maids of honor had similar statements. They also said they last saw the bride at their respective rehearsal dinners.

Hotch and Rossi, who had gone to the latest crime scene, shared that it was clearly a spot to display the body and not the place where the murder occurred.

As the team talked, Jane noticed that Reid was unusually quiet.

“I can’t find any connections between the victims, their weddings, or their wedding parties,” Garcia told the team via video chat.

“See if any services at the rehearsal dinners are the same. Catering, valet, décor, event staff, etc,” JJ instructed.

“JJ and Morgan, why don’t you head to the rehearsal dinner location of the 2nd victim. Rossi and I will go to the first victim’s rehearsal dinner space. See if we can get anything on the security footage,” Hotch told them. “Addison, stay here to work on victimology and Reid work on the geographical profile.”

When Jane and Spencer were alone again, Jane decided to mention her observation.

“Spencer, what’s going on inside your head? You’ve been quiet since we talked to the last fiancé.”

“I’m fine,” he replied tersely, keeping his focus on the map of the city in front of him.

“Spence,” Jane warned, knowing it was a lie.

“Don't worry about it, alright?”

Jane sighed and turned back to her own task. “OK.”

An hour or so later, Garcia got back to them and let them know that she had struck out again, but would now work on analyzing the footage sent to her.

While they still didn’t know the connection, they had enough information to deliver a profile before calling it a night.

The team went out to eat before heading back to the hotel to get some rest. While at dinner, Jane kept catching Spencer staring at her.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Jane asked him again, crawling into bed and laying her head down on his chest.

Instead of answering, he just pulled her closer, cuddling her until they fell asleep.

In the morning, they got back to work on the case.

“I can’t find where the brides disappear to in the footage,” Garcia informed the team. “They go out of view of the camera and never come back.”

Late morning, another man received a call from his bride calling off their wedding that was exactly like the first two.

They spoke with him and the rest of the wedding party only to receive the same information as the first two victims’ wedding parties.

The team continued working until an idea came to Jane.

“I think I know what we’re missing,” she stated, turning to her co-workers. “We don’t know what happens after the victim leaves the rehearsal dinner. Next, we hear from them when they call the groom, and then the bodies show up the next morning on the church steps in their wedding dress.”

Everyone stared at her, unsure what her point was.

"Who brings their wedding dress to a rehearsal dinner?” she asked. “They must have to go to the church to pick it up. The church also has security cameras on the inside.”

“We need that footage,” Morgan stated.

They moved fast to get the footage and managed to find a common vehicle at all three. Once Garcia ran the plate number, they were able to get a name and address for the UNSUB.

“Carl Wilkinson. Looks like he used to be in a long-term relationship... he was left at the alter,” Garcia told the team.

“He wants others to feel how he felt getting the love of his life taken from him,” Reid stated.

“He went on a long rant on Facebook about how she’d called him the morning of. He even posted the transcript of the call.” She paused. “You guys, it’s verbatim what he makes his victims read.”

“What happened to his ex-fiancé?” Rossi asked.

“She recently got married to someone else.”

“That’s the trigger,” Morgan said.

“Address is sent. Go, my pretties, go!”

The team rushed to the home of Wilkinson where he was keeping his latest victim and managed to talk him down, saving the bride.

~~~

Friday, September 17th.

Jane went grocery shopping on her own after work. When she arrived home, she was surprised to find Spencer and her brother hanging out together.

“Jack, hi! What are you doing here?” she asked, greeting him with a hug.

“Just keeping Spencer company while you were out running errands. Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” he suggested.

“Sure, if that’s alright with Spencer.” She looked past Jack towards her boyfriend.

“That’s fine. Morgan mentioned wanting to hang out tomorrow anyway.”

The next day while Jane and Jack hung out at Jack’s place, Spencer drove up to Jane’s parents’ place. He needed to talk to her father in person.

The last case they’d been on really made him start thinking about life and how he wanted to spend forever with Jane by his side. He’d made up his mind. He was going to ask her to marry him. He just needed her father’s permission first. He spoke to Jack about it the night before and Jack was happy to help keep Jane busy for the day.

After he finished talking with Mr. Addison, he drove back home and met up with Morgan to go ring shopping.

Jane and Jack were playing a card game when she received a call from JJ.

“Hey, JJ, what’s up?”

“Hey, Jane. Can Henry spend the night over at yours and Spence’s apartment?” the blonde asked her.

“Of course! What time do you need to drop him off by?”

“I was kind of hoping now?” JJ chuckled.

“Alright. Um, I’m at Jack’s but I can head home now and meet you there. I’m not sure if Spencer’s home but I should be there shortly.”

“You’re the best! I’ll see you soon!”

Jane hung up and turned to Jack. “JJ needs a sitter for Henry so I have to go,” she explained. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

“Alright.” Jack stood with her and gave her a hug before helping her gather her stuff and walking her out. After she left, he quickly called Spencer, warning him that she was on her way.

Spencer and Morgan had just arrived back to the apartment when they received Jack’s call.

“She’ll be home soon. Can you take care of the ring for me so she doesn’t find it?” Spencer asked Morgan.

“Of course,” he accepted, taking the ring and pocketing it.

“Thank you for all your help.”

“I’m glad to help. Congrats in advance, man!”

Morgan started walking to the door to head home when they heard a knock come from the other side. Morgan opened it and was greeted by Henry and JJ.

“Hey there, kid!” Morgan cheered.

“Hi!”

“Come on in, guys!” Spencer told the pair. “Jane should be home soon.”

“I’m right here! Hi, bud!” Jane called out, entering the apartment shortly after JJ and Henry.

“Aunty Jane!” Henry ran over to her and she stooped down to hug him.

“How are you? Are you ready to have fun tonight?”

“Yeah!”

“I’m going to head out. I’ll see you guys on Monday,” Morgan told everyone.

“Yeah, I need to go too. Will is waiting in the car,” JJ stated. She gave Henry a hug and kiss goodbye.

“Bye, guys!” Jane and Spencer called as JJ and Morgan headed out.

“Movies?” Henry asked almost immediately, causing the two adults to chuckle.

“I need to eat first. Have you had dinner Henry?” Spencer asked. He nodded.

“I ate at Jack’s,” Jane informed them. “Henry, why don’t we get changed into PJs and pick out a movie while we wait for Spencer to eat?”

Henry nodded excitedly and followed Jane down the hall.

After watching a movie, Henry asked if they could watch another. They compromised with an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, saying it was too late to watch another full movie. The three of them all ended up falling asleep on the couch.

~~~

In the morning, JJ came over to pick Henry up. When no one answered the door, she found her spare key and let herself in, figuring they were still asleep.

She smiled when she found the three all cuddled up, sleeping on the couch. Pulling out her phone, she took a few pictures to send to Garcia before gently nudging them awake.

“Good morning,” JJ greeted.

“JJ, hey. Sorry, we must’ve fallen asleep here and didn’t have an alarm set to get up for the morning,” Jane apologized.

“It’s alright. Did you have fun, Henry?” she asked her son. He nodded sleepily.

“Henry, why don’t we go get dressed before you go home?” Jane suggested.

He agreed and she took him to go get dressed. As soon as she was out of the room, Spencer sat up and stretched his arms before saying, “Can I get your advice on something? You have to go promise not to say anything to Jane.”

JJ glanced towards the doorway before replying, “Of course. What is it?”

“I’m going to ask Jane to marry me,” he told her. JJ grinned but remained quiet, not wanting Jane to hear. “I was thinking about doing it on her birthday next week. What do you think?”

JJ frowned and shook her head. “The day you get engaged is its own special day. It shouldn’t be done on a day that’s already special,” she told him.

Spencer nodded. “Alright, great. Thanks. I’ll wait until the weekend after then.”

~~~

Monday morning, Jane grew suspicious about what was going on. She noticed people having whispered conversations with Spencer, but had no idea why they felt the need to be so quiet.

In the afternoon, a new case came in that took them to Ohio. The press was calling the UNSUB ‘The Van Gogh Killer’ because he was cutting off their ears and keeping them as souvenirs.

Wednesday, September 22nd.

For Jane’s birthday this year, the team made sure it was much different from last year in which they’d pretended to forget it was her special day. Despite still being on the case, everyone showered her with birthday wishes and made plans to celebrate after the case was over.

“I’m sorry that you’re having to spend your birthday working on a case,” Spencer apologized when they got back to the hotel that night. They had yet to catch the UNSUB, but were ordered to call it a night, get some rest, and start fresh in the morning.

Jane shrugged as she crawled into bed. “It’s part of the job. Sometimes it lands on a birthday or holiday, but there’s not much we can do about it.”

Spencer climbed in under the sheets next to her and pulled her close, giving her a gentle kiss. “You know I love you, right?” he asked when he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

“Of course, Spence,” she assured him. “I love you too.” She reached up and pulled his lips back to hers again.

“Happy birthday, Janey,” he whispered in between kisses. When he moved down to start kissing her neck, she let out a groan. She allowed herself to enjoy it for a moment before gently pushing him back.

“Spence, we’re on a case,” she pointed out.

“But it’s your birthday. Surely, we can make an exception,” he countered. She giggled. He moved back to kissing her neck. This time, she didn’t stop it.

“Just don’t leave any marks. We don’t need the team teasing us in the morning,” she laughed.

The case lasted until the end of the next day. After finishing up, they flew back home and had a paperwork day to end their work week.

At the end of the day, Spencer quickly went over to speak with Morgan while Jane was off with Garcia.

“Do you have it?” he asked.

“Right here, pretty boy,” Morgan answered, pulling the small box out of his desk. Spencer took it from him and quickly pocketed it before Jane could see it. “You got it all planned out?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Spencer told him, nodding.

Morgan put a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, man. It’s going to go great.”

Before he could respond, Jane and Garcia entered the bullpen and approached them.

“Hey, ready to go home?” Jane asked him.

“Yeah, sure. Let me grab my bag.” He went to his desk and gathered his things before returning to Janes side, taking her hand, and walking with her towards the elevators. When he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw Morgan and Garcia grinning at them, excited for what was to come.

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