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||Mind Over Matter|| Part Nine

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protégé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a knack for anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments.

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight,

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Takes place during Episode 14, Season 1

The day had started off in the most unexpected of ways.

Evelyn had just buckled herself into her car when her phone had started to ring. The screen showed that it was Gideon. Frowning at the urgency in his tone, the red head made her way to the BAU Building as quickly as she could. Rushing through security she did not even pause to greet the members of her Team as she made her way towards Gideon's office. She knocked, before walking in.

"You called, Agent Gideon?" She inquired, stepping into the room once he nodded to confirm her statement.

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Three hours later Evelyn Richardson was sitting in the driver seat of an FBI issued SUV, driving along the highway of Central Florida. The weather was hotter then she had thought it would be, but since this was related to work which required her to be interactive, she had opted for a more professional look, with a blue blouse, black pants and coat, with shoes she had borrowed from JJ. And for once, her hair was loose as it hung around her shoulders. The curls were as tame as she could get them on such short notice, but they would suffice.

But what she was going to be dealing with was certainly not her cup of tea. And she didn't even like tea! She turned her head as her destination came into view, her tongue passing over her lips, her features morphed to one of anxiousness and nervousness.

Florida State Penitentiary.

God! Why did Gideon have to send her ahead?

Because you need to set up before the whole Team arrived, a voice reasoned in her head.

Shaking her head lightly, Evelyn turned the car, driving into the parking lot of the area.

"This is the space we cleared out. You can set everything up here."

Evelyn followed after the Warden, who had introduced himself as Charles Diehl. Looking around the space, the red head was satisfied, knowing how Penelope preferred a space where everything could be set up neatly. She had been afraid they would be getting a much smaller area.

"Is that everything?" The Warden asked, turning to look at her. Evelyn nodded.

"Yes, thank you sir." She said, motioning for the men behind her to bring in the equipment she had brought with her. The Warden nodded.

"Right. I will be in my office if you need anything." He said, before exiting the room, just as the last man placed the last box of equipment and walked out. Evelyn heaved a sigh as she shrugged off her blazer.

"Right." She muttered, pushing her glasses further up her nose, before rolling her sleeves up to her elbows.

"Lets get to it!"

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Almost an hour later, Evelyn was pushing in the last of the wires in place when her phone rang.

"Hey Penelope." She greeted after checking the ID.

"Hey Sweetums! Is everything set?" The voice on the other end asked cheerfully. Evelyn nodded, even though no one could see her, as she flipped on the main switch, smiling in satisfaction as the machines were brought to life.

"And fully operational."

"Good! We'll be there in half an hour. Garcia out!"

Snapping the phone shut Evelyn looked down at her hands, frowning at the sight of them covered in dust and dirt. Grabbing her jacket she quickly made her way to the bathroom to clean up.

Looking over at the red head sitting next to him, eyes narrowed in concentration as she scanned the screen Gideon cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Reid? Evelyn? The three of us will be taking over to talk with Sarah Jean." He called, making the red head look up, her mouth open in surprise as she stared at her Superior.

"Sir?" She asked, the disbelief evident in her voice and expression. Gideon gave her a look.

"You did not attain a minor in non-verbal communication for nothing Agent Richardson." He stated, his voice stern as he looked at her from the top of his glasses. Evelyn bit down on her lip, before giving a small nod. It was all the reassurance he needed as he turned and walked out. Evelyn raised her eyes to glance at Reid who was frowning at Gideon's retreating back. He caught her look of bewilderment, lifting his shoulder in a shrug before walking after him.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder Evelyn looked up to see Hotch give her a reassuring nod. Heaving a sigh Evelyn followed after the two men.

Reid glanced back. Finding that Evelyn was still a few paces behind them he leaned forward to speak to Gideon, a whisper.

"Why did you ask Evelyn, to come? She's a technician, not an Analyst like us." Gideon did not break stride or turned to look at the younger agent as he answered.

"No. But there is something she will benefit from, from this particular case." He answered. Reid looked as if he were about to ask another question but kept quite as Evelyn caught up with them. She was clenching her hands, he noticed. A sure sign that she was nervous, since she could not tug at her hair she clenched her fists so that she might have something to do. Evelyn glanced up at Reid, a small smile on her lips. Reid only nodded, understanding the message she was trying to convey.

Evelyn stood in front of the cell just behind Gideon and in front of Reid. Her eyes roamed over the walls, looking at the paintings that adorned them. They were quite beautiful, she admitted to herself. Though how a killer, someone who destroyed, was capable of creating something so beautiful was beyond her.

"Accomplished work." Gideon complimented. The blonde woman stood quite, her back to them, before she spoke.

"I've had plenty of time." She stood there for a few seconds, before she turned around. As Sarah Jean turned to look at her visitors, Evelyn schooled her features into an emotionless mask. If she had to do what her superior asked her to then she would do it to the best of her ability. Her lips seemed to be pulled into a permanent smile. To Evelyn the smile looked as if it held secrets. Secrets so deep and mysterious that no one would be able to figure them out.

"What is it you want to know?" She asked. Gideon stood there quietly, pursing his lips before answering.

"I think its time that the mothers of those girls learned why their children had to die." He stated simply. "Don't you?" Evelyn refrained from biting down on her lip, as she sighed inwardly.

Here goes!

"Sarah Jean?" She called out, her voice soft as she stepped out from behind Gideon. The blonde woman's eyes turned to her.

"My! Aren't you a charming young girl." She said her voice soft and pleasant as she looked at her, the smile ever present. Evelyn took the compliment with a small smile of her own. As she stepped fully in to the small living space something in the back of her mind made her sure of the fact that this case was not like any she had ever come across.

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Evelyn was working as fast as she could. Penelope was right at her side and both mentor and protégé had their eyes glued to the screen as they searched for Riley.

"We need to get into her cell." Gideon finally said, already walking away before he stopped and turned to Evelyn.

"Agent Richardson. I want you to take a little walk with Sarah Jean. Talk to her. She seems to like you. Try to get a reading at her body language." Evelyn blinked in surprise before quickly standing up from her place beside Penelope, pulling off her headset as she did.

"Of course sir."

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It was cold outside. And since she had taken off her blazer when she had sat down on the computers Evelyn was left wearing a silk blouse. She crossed her arms over her chest as she shivered slightly, prompting Sarah Jean to glance at the red head.

"Are you cold?" Evelyn shook her head.

"No. No. I'm fine. Just a little windy is all." She reassured the older woman. Sarah Jean smiled before turning her gaze to the sky once more. Evelyn turned to look at the Warden and gave him a small nod. He nodded back before moving to stand a little way away from the two women. Evelyn stepped a little closer to Sarah, her hands going into her pockets where she fingered something before pulling it out. The sound of paper unwrapping could be heard in the quite area and Sarah turned to Evelyn in slight confusion as the red head unwrapped a bar of chocolate and after breaking it in two pieces held one out to Sarah.

"I always carry one around in case I don't have time to eat." Evelyn explained with a small smile, waiting for Sarah to accept her offering. Sarah smiled as she took the piece.

"You should take better care of yourself Agent Richardson." She advised the red head before taking a bite of the chocolate and smiling at the taste. The sweet was gone in a matter of seconds and both women turned their attention to the sky.

"I used to tell Riley that the man in the moon would look down on both of us. No matter where we were." Evelyn's gaze shifted from the moon to the blonde. Sarah continued to smile up at the full moon.

"Sarah?" The word was spoken softly, almost pleadingly, which prompted the woman in question to turn to Evelyn with that soft every present smile on her face.

"If there is anything you can tell us that can save you-"

"Thank you for the kindness you have shown me Agent Richardson." Evelyn felt despair settle into her heart as Sarah cut her off.

"I feel as if I have gained a friend in you." Sarah continued with a sad look in her eyes before she walked past the agent and towards the Warden, her time outside up.

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Anger, frustration and despair. Three emotions that were brimming up inside her as she quickly walked into the room where the BAU had been working from.

"Please tell me you found something!" She said as soon as she walked in. Catching sight of Gideon's expression she stopped short.

"We found something." Reid informed her, holding a newspaper clipping which he held out to his team member. Taking the clipping Evelyn stared at the smiling face of a teenager, a small shred of hope forming within her as she did.

"We believe this is-"

"Riley…" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she continued to look at the photo.

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Sarah Jean placed the painting aside, her heart heavy and fearful at not seeing the newspaper clipping of her son's photograph behind it. The man behind her continued to cut her hair, oblivious to the inner turmoil that the woman felt. Glancing up at one of the guards she shifted slightly as she spoke.

"Could I speak to Agent Richardson please?"

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Evelyn walked down the corridor as fast as she could. Sarah had asked for her. That meant that she wanted to tell her something. Maybe something about Riley. Though when she reached the cell where Sarah was staying Evelyn stopped short.

Sarah's blonde hair was gone now. And she sat holding the painting of the boy running across the meadow, smiling down at it as she did. "Sarah?" The red head called out, walking into the small living space.

"Could you stay with me Evelyn? Till its my time?"

Evelyn wanted nothing more then to run back to her computers and try and locate Riley. To save the woman who was innocent. Who didn't deserve to die. But something made her walk further into the cell and sit down next to the older woman. She too looked at the painting.

"You love him very much." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Sarah nodded, the smile ever present on her face as she caressed the boy in the painting with soft fingers.

"He is the best thing to have ever come out of my meeting Jacob." Silence lapsed between them after that. Evelyn only hoped her presence gave Sarah whatever comfort she may need. Reaching out she slowly took Sarah's hand in one of her own, gripping it tightly. Sarah glanced up at Evelyn in surprise before that look morphed to one of gratitude and happiness. And in that moment Evelyn knew that no matter what any of them did Sarah Jean was going to die. And she had accepted it.

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As Sarah Jean walked down the corridor to her death Evelyn Richardson was right at her side. Holding her hand tightly as she did. The Warden had requested that she step aside yet Evelyn had refused. The red head had stood by as she watched Gideon hug Sarah Jean before telling Hotch to call off Morgan and Elle. That the boy they had found wasn't her son.

Defeat was evident in not only Gideon's eyes but Evelyn's as well, as the red head turned to embrace Sarah as well.

"I hope you find peace, Sarah." The young woman whispered. Sarah sighed deeply as she closed her eyes and let herself simply feel Evelyn's embrace.

"I am at peace."

Evelyn slowly stepped back, her eyes full of tears, which she was holding back to the best of her ability even as Sarah continued to cry soft, tears of relief.

"Goodbye."

Slowly Sarah turned to walk into the room where her sentence would be carried out but then she stopped and turned to look at Gideon.

"Would it be too much to ask if yours is the last face I see?" Gideon's eyes widened in surprise. Without waiting for a response Sarah walked into the room. A few seconds later Gideon walked into the room as well and only Evelyn and Hotch were left outside. Hotch turned his gaze to the youngest agent on his team to see her staring at the now closed door.

"She didn't want you to see her die." He informed her softly, taking in the red head's posture. Evelyn sighed deeply, her breath shuddering as she nodded.

"Because she considered me a friend. And if Sarah Jean can die for her son, there was no way she would've allowed the only person she called a friend to watch her die." The tears she held back were flowing freely now. Her superior reached out to gently place a hand on her shoulder, giving the grieving girl what little comfort he could give.

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She felt numb.

All Evelyn could do was stare at the ceiling as she lay in bed. Her coat was thrown haphazardly over the nearest chair she had seen as she walked in, and badge looked like it had been flung across the room since it was on the floor right near the closed window. The red head's mind was racing. Racing with what had happened in the last few hours. But the one thing that was in the forefront of her mind. More then anything else.

Sarah Jane was innocent.

She had never assisted her husband in ant of the murders. And yet she chose to die. To protect her son.

The knock on the door shook her out of her thoughts and she quickly jumped up from the bed. Pulling the door open she was greeted with the sight of Reid who had his hand raised in a fist to knock on her door once more.

"What?" She asked. Reid didn't even blink at the blunt question. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke.

"Morgan and I are going down to get something to eat. I volunteered to get you. See if you wanted to come." He rocked back and forth on his feet as he talked. Evelyn gripped the door, her knuckles turning paler then usual, before she spoke.

"I'm not hungry." Her friend nodded in an understanding way.

"And could you tell everyone else that I want to be left alone?" It was a clear cut message. She didn't want to be disturbed. Pursing his lips, the young doctor gave another nod before moving to walk down the hall towards the elevator.

"Spence?" He stopped at the small voice, turning on his heel halfway to look at her. She was staring at the wall, yet he detected the slight quiver in her voice as she spoke.

"How could she give up her life like that?" Silence followed her words. Reid stood where he was, chewing his bottom lip lightly only letting go once Evelyn turned to look at him, the question in her gaze.

"She loved her son that much? That she gave up her life to protect him. From herself?" Disbelief colored her tone. Being in a profession where most emotions she came across led to people doing horrible acts, Evelyn couldn't fully grasp the concept of a person giving up their life for the love of another person. Reid gave a small shrug.

"Emotions can give people the courage they need to do the impossible. Dying is one of them." There was a silence following his words.

"She didn't have to die." She whispered prompting Reid to nod in agreement.

"No she didn't." He looked as if he were struggling with something before a look from Evelyn had him speaking what was on his mind.

"Do you want me to stay with you? In periods of grief being surrounded by the person who care for you is shown to help a person get over their grief or trauma." Evelyn pursed her lips before shaking her head.

"I'm used to dealing with my emotions on my own Reid. I'll be fine." There was a hint of force in her tone, as if she were pushing him away almost physically. Reid only stood there and frowned as the door slammed shut. Judging from the light thump that followed he knew Evelyn was just at the other side, leaning against the door. Letting her emotions consume her.

Feeling helpless and slightly frustrated the young genius slowly walked away, his mind racing, thinking for a way he could help his friend like she had helped him out with his nightmares.

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cocktail-party-in-an-abattoir · 9 months

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What thing did the criminal minds writers pull?

Well, firstly, I misspoke: It wasn't the end end—it was Season 14's finale.

In "Truth or Dare" (S14E15) JJ and Reid were held hostage by an unsub with some others in a store. The unsub forced them to play a fucked-up version of truth or dare. This culminated in JJ confessing she had always loved Reid romantically but repressed it for 14+ years. The writers had her play it off like she said this to distract the unsub, but we're clearly meant to think otherwise. In one of the first episodes of season 15, the writers had JJ be like, "LOL, you were first twu wuv, but also I'm married to someone else with kids, so..." and Reid be like, "Totally. BFFs!"

I dunno, I just thought the whole thing was silly, stupid, and weird in that order? I never delved into the Criminal Minds fandom much, so I don't know how others felt about that revelation. Maybe it was a popular move. In fairness, it didn't ruin the show for me. After all, I continued to watch and liked the finale. Also, I'm frankly glad they remained friends. It's just one of those plot points I look back on and cringe, you know what I mean?

This meme pretty much encapsulates my reaction at the time.

#replies #Criminal Minds spoilers #I just don't want to clog up the tag.#Thanks for asking!

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radiant-reid · 3 years

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Broken Pieces

A/n: I actually cried writing this, oops. Be prepared for a lot of angst. And I wrote this in one sitting

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Y/n

Genre: Angst (major) with a happy ending

WC: 3.7 k

CW: major spoilers for the season 14 finale | discussion of a hostage situation

Things had been bad for a while.

Y/n wasn't sure when it started. When Spencer got out of prison, and she could finally stop worrying about him, she had enormous concerns about how it would affect their relationship.

But it hadn't. Spencer was more determined than ever to prove his devotion. And, Y/n was terrified to lose him again. It was as if they were in a second honeymoon phase.

Spencer took time off, and they went on holiday to Italy. Spending every day in the sunshine, completely infatuated with each other. It was the perfect stress reliever from Spencer's trial.

When they got back, things stayed good. They fell back into the routine they had created in the 3 years they had been dating, apart from the fact they spend almost all of their free time together. It was a dream. Y/n figured it stayed like that for a year.

Unfortunately, it ended. Slowly but surely, they gravitated away from each other.

When their first honeymoon phase wore off, both of them were extremely dedicated to sticking to their relationship. They were able to keep the warm fuzzy feeling alive because they knew they were meant to be together, no matter what.

But, this time, it seemed to Y/n like Spencer didn't want to. The first time she noticed the difference was when Spencer was held hostage by The Believers cult. When he got off the plane, he didn't rush right into her arms.

Y/n figured enough was enough, which is why she sat in her car in front of her therapist's office. Twisting the ring on her left ring finger, wondering if today would be the day she finally had to take it off.

"Do you still love him?" Doctor Christina King asked her.

Y/n didn't hesitate to nod. "I'll always love him." She replied.

Dr. King nodded her head. "I can tell. You've taken a very healthy step by coming here." She acknowledged. "All couples go through rough patches." That wasn't what Y/n wanted to hear. She knew that. She and Spencer had fought before. "I know I'm not telling you what you want to hear." Wow, she was a damn good therapist. "Are you talking at all?" She questioned.

"Well, often he's on cases, so I don't see him. But, he always used to call. Now he sends me a text when he's coming home." Tears welled in Y/n's eyes at the memory of all the nights she'd spent alone. She was used to being by herself in their apartment, but she found it easier to sleep if she'd talked to him at least once during the day. "When he's in DC, he doesn't come back from work until 7 or 8. He eats dinner at the dining room table while I'm on the couch, usually reading. Then he goes and does paperwork or god knows what until I'm asleep. When I wake up, he's either gone or still asleep." She explained the routine they'd been stuck in for the last few months.

Dr. King nodded and jotted notes down the whole time. "I've got a few things you can do to help." She decided. "Firstly, I have no doubt in my mind that you love Spencer. You use 'he' instead of 'Spencer,' which shows how invested you are." She observed. It made Y/n smile a little. "But, because I've not talked to him, I can't be sure he still wants the same things you do." She tried to put it gently, but it still pained Y/n.

Of course, she'd thought about the fact Spencer probably didn't love her, but she'd never said it allowed. Just in case her fears came true.

"He's never been good at expressing his feelings." Y/n half complained, half defended.

"That can be tough for a lot of people." Dr. King explained. "Especially with the nature of his job." Y/n nodded at that. "I want you to talk to him. Real talk." She directed. The very idea made Y/n's heart race. "Make sure to be kind. It's important you don't end up in a fight. Open communication is crucial in any relationship, but it seems to be strained here." She continued, laying out the problems. "If that doesn't work, I think it would be beneficial for you two to come here. If it does work, then you both need to remember why you love each other. Activities like looking at old photos, going on dates, and intimacy are all going to help enormously." Dr. King explained. Y/n was just hoping it would go well.

"Alright, well, I'll try that out. Thank you." Y/n farewelled as she got up to leave the room.

Dr. King's voice drew her attention back. "He's lucky to have you." Y/n just hoped Spencer still wanted her. With a nod, she left.

Y/n hoped the sort the problem out that night, feeling a tiny bit of confidence. However, when Spencer wasn't home at 11, she decided she was going to bed.

The next day he was gone, clearly having slept next to her but gone.

After that, Spencer left on a case with one simple text. It read, Going to LA.

Until, one day, Penelope called.

"Y/n, did you hear the news?" She eagerly spoke into the phone.

Y/n could actually smile at the friend she'd made in Penelope over the years. "Uh, what news?" At least it couldn't be bad with how excited Penelope seemed.

"Rossi and Kyrstall are getting remarried!" She squealed so loudly Y/n had to hold the phone away from her ear.

"Oh, I had no idea," Y/n replied in a saddened tone.

"Reid didn't tell you?" She questioned.

Y/n diplomatically lied to avoid suspicion about their worsening relationship. "No, we haven't talked much this week."

"Oh," Penelope replied, not letting it deter her optimism but a little bit concerned. "Well, they're on the plane back from LA. Then Rossi's going to propose, and we're going to meet him on the BAU floor. Please tell me you'll come." She all but begged.

As much as Y/n wanted to go, she knew she would dampen everyone's spirits. And she didn't feel like expressing her feelings for Spencer in front of the whole team. "Sorry, I'm really not feeling too well." In her heart. "Will you tell him congrats from me? And send Spence home as soon as you're all done?" She asked, a few tears falling down her cheeks.

Penelope could sense something was off. "Are you okay? I mean, with everything that happened on the case, it's fair for you to be shaken up." Her tone was so caring.

But, her words caught in Y/n's mind. Planting weights that would cause her to sink if she didn't ask. "What do you mean?"

"Reid and JJ being held hostage, did he not tell you?" Penelope quickly asked.

The words made Y/n's heart stop. How unimportant was their relationship if Spencer didn't tell her he could have been killed? She wasn't sure if she wanted to punch him or give him a hug.

"Are you two okay?" Penelope continued her questioning.

The tears were streaming down Y/n's cheeks. "Uh, yeah, I guess he just forgot?" Wow, lame excuse, she thought as soon as she'd said it. "I have to go, P. Talk to you later." She quickly farewelled before hanging up the phone, not giving Penelope any more room to ask questions.

Y/n felt like her whole world had come crashing down. What if Spencer got hurt? Would she find out when Penelope called her? Was she even his emergency contact anymore?

Maybe, there was someone else. That would explain the distance between them. She couldn't stop her mind from crawling to that dark place. Was Spencer cheating on her was the biggest question in her mind. A year ago, she would have said 100% not. But now, as she sat crying on their sofa, she wasn't so sure.

She didn't expect Spencer to be back until late. So, alone, she had dinner and watched some TV.

It was 11 before the door was unlocked, and steps walked in. Usually, she would have looked to make sure it wasn't a murderer. But, maybe if she were taken hostage, Spencer would notice her.

Spencer walked into the living room, glancing at her. Subtly, he looked surprised. She usually wasn't up.

"Hey, Spence, it's nice to have you back." Y/n welcomed him, remembering how her therapist had advised her to act. Kind. She could do kind.

Spencer looked taken aback by her words. "Uh, thanks?" He asked like it was a question. It was the first time in weeks he'd spoken to her while looking at her.

It was the first time she'd had the chance to really take him in. She couldn't stop wondering if he had always been so good-looking.

"I was hoping we could talk." Y/n cautiously spoke, moving over so he could sit next to her. She felt like everything was riding on his reply. All the years of their relationship had lead to this moment.

Spencer's voice was quiet, like a murmur as he replied. "Uh, I've got some paperwork to do. Maybe tomorrow?"

Y/n didn't have time to express how tomorrow never seemed to come before Spencer left the room. She listened as he walked down the hallway, each step crushing her heart. Finally, he must have entered his office.

When he'd closed the door, she finally let out a sob. Still concerned he might hear. If he did, he didn't come.

So, she went to their shared bedroom. Climbing into the bed that hadn't felt warm in months.

And she thought. She thought about what she would do when they inevitably broke up. She'd probably stay at one of her friend's places before getting her own apartment. But who would fix a fuse if it blew?

She wondered if Spencer would chase her.

Would he reach for her in the night? She figured that he hadn't in months, so why would he start.

Would he show up and declared his love for her? She decided probably not, making her choke out more tears.

Would he miss her? Would he go grocery shopping himself? Would he remember to move the breakable objects out of the way when he babysat Michael? Would he figure out how to work Netflix on the TV? Would he fulfill his dream of having kids with someone else?

More than anything, she hoped he wouldn't hurt. Despite how much pain she was in, she didn't want Spencer to stop eating or sleeping. She convinced herself that if he were okay, she would be too. She just needed to put on a brave face and deal with the fact it was all over.

The clock showed it was 12:38 when Spencer walked in, making Y/n wish she had rolled over so he wouldn't have been able to see the tears on her cheeks. Immediately, she stopped them and tried to act like she was asleep.

Still, he didn't say anything. Spencer let her hurt in silence as he got undressed and climbed into bed next to her.

It was the first time in a while she had felt his weight next to hers on the mattress while they were both awake. Something about it felt comfortable, which she detested. She needed the break-up to be professional and quick.

"Am I the reason you cry every night?" Spencer spoke, his words barely above a whisper.

Y/n felt a twisting pain in her chest.

Apprehensively, she rolled onto her back, feeling Spencer's eyes on her. She just wanted to check if it was really him speaking.

"You don't make me cry." She tried to dismiss his claim, wiping her face.

Spencer huffed from next to her, a comfortable distance away. "I see the swelling around your eyes and how blood-shocked they are." He commented.

Y/n wanted to ask him why he'd never said anything, why he'd never tried to stop her pain. But, Dr. King said to be kind. So, she wiped another few tears up and tried not to feel the tightening in her chest. "It's alright, Spence." She assured him with fake confidence.

"Can't you see how fucked up that is?!" He exclaimed much louder than before. It shocked Y/n, both his volume and his swearing. "You're literally wiping up your tears right now and telling me it's okay that I make you cry."

She wondered what gave him the right to be mad. However, she decided open communication was a better idea. "What's happening to us, Spencer?" She asked with the hope of gauging where he was at.

"Nothing," Spencer replied shortly, much more what she was used to.

"If you don't want to talk about what's happening, then say so. Don't just lie and say nothing's happening." She declared, unable to maintain her stoic stance. It felt like everything in their relationship had boiled up to that moment.

Silence. All she got was silence.

"Are we breaking up?" She asked, still not receiving a reply. Instead, she got more tears. "How do I make you love me again, please, tell me?" She reduced to begging, pleading with her silent husband to give her an answer.

"I... I don't know." That was all the reply he gave her.

Y/n had tried so hard not to get mad that she was bursting at the seams. And that set her over the edge. "You're so fucking difficult, Spencer. We haven't talked properly in months. I had to find out from Penelope that you were held hostage and could have died. Do you know how much that worried me!?" She shouted, tears not letting up. Her voice cracked on her next question. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" She managed to get out before sobbing.

"I'm sorry." He apologized quietly.

That was enough for Y/n to know it was well and truly over. She was so tired of fighting for something he didn't give a damn about. "I'll pack my things up tomorrow. Because it's a mutual separation, we only have to wait 6 months to file for divorce. I don't think I can stay here, so the apartment's yours." She briefly told him, going back to her objective approach.

"How do you... How do you know that?" Spencer asked. She knew his tones so well she didn't need to look over to know he was crying.

Y/n shrugged, not that he could see in the dark. "I looked it up." She replied.

"You want to get divorced?" Spencer asked, sounding annoyingly surprised.

"I'm not sure how else I can fix the fact our marriage is over," Y/n replied with a sarcastic laugh. Still crying an impossible amount of tears. "I have to know, was there someone else?" She preempted that his answer would sting. But she had to know.

"What? No, not at all." Spencer claimed adamantly. "And I don't want to get divorced." He decided.

Y/n laughed again before realizing he was serious. "Why not? I don't know what I can do to make you love me again." She replied, trying not to sound too annoyed. She was feeling far too many emotions to be mad. Everything, from fear to relief, but mostly heartbreak.

Hearing that his wife didn't think he loved her broke Spencer's heart. But, then again, why would she? He knew he'd been absent for the last few months.

He let out a loud sob, and Y/n wanted to hug him, but something inside stopped her. A little voice telling her that he didn't want a hug from someone he didn't love.

"I'm so sorry," Spencer said again, not sure what else to say.

"I can't blame you for not loving me. I just wish I could have been a better wife." She replied.

It ripped Spencer's heart up that she was footing the blame. Especially when he caused their distance. He hadn't even touched her in months, and he didn't know why.

He let out a loud groan. "Y/n, you've been the best wife I could ever ask for. I'm sorry I let you down and kept fucking up." He assured her. There was no way he could ever repay her for how much she'd helped him out. There was no kinder person on the planet.

"I just want to know what happened," Y/n replied, trying to get an answer to the big question.

Spencer didn't have one that was good enough. No words could take away the pain she had felt. He felt like such an idiot for not stopping it earlier. It would have been so much easier to fix. "I don't know what to tell you." He started. "There's no answer that justifies how much I've hurt you." He knew he was going to feel selfish for saying his next words. "I love you."

It made Y/n's heart skip a beat the way it used to. She could imagine they weren't in this situation, just for a second. "I love you too." He knew that much was true. "But I'm not sure we can make this work anymore."

Now it was Spencer begging for direction. "How can I fix this? Please, I'll do anything to see you not crying."

"My, uh, therapist said we just needed to be honest." That made Spencer's chest feel uncomfortably tight. He wanted to run to the bathroom and throw up.

He realized Y/n knew it was so bad she had to source help. He couldn't believe how much he'd fucked up. And how much he didn't deserve the sweet girl sobbing next to him, doing everything to fix their relationship.

"Y/n, I had no idea." God, he felt like an idiot. "I'm so fucking sorry. I've caused you so much pain." He figured, completely unsure how he could ever make it up to her.

Just when he thought she couldn't get any more perfect, she turned to face him.

Timidly, she reached out to wipe a tear running down his cheek. It was a touch like neither of them had ever felt, so soft and nervous.

Spencer had no idea what he'd done to deserve someone like her. He wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize it, so he turned to face her. For the first time in far too long, he was right where he wanted to be. Staring into Y/n's eyes. Despite the tears streaming down both their cheeks, it was perfect.

"I'm just so sorry, Y/n." Spencer pleaded again. He felt like he could tear his hair out. Like 100 years in prison wasn't a long enough sentence for making her cry.

Still, she shook her head. "I know you are, Spence." Oh, how had he missed his nickname coming from her lips. "I just want us to be okay again." She admitted.

Spencer had never, ever wanted anything more. "I don't deserve you at all." He reminded both of them. "But, I'm going to spend every day making it up to you if you'll forgive me."

Y/n nodded at him. "I love you, Spencer Reid, and I forgive you." She replied, cupping his face, despite her fingers being too small.

"I love you, Y/n Reid, and I'm so lucky to have you," Spencer replied, eternally grateful he got to spend the rest of his life with her.

Y/n smiled genuinely at him, not a fake smile this time. He'd never get sick of it. Spencer didn't waste a second cupping her face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe her falling tears away.

Slowly, she leaned in, dying for a kiss she had been missing.

Spencer pulled back before his lips met hers, despite how much he wanted to kiss her forever. "I need to tell you something."

Y/n gulped, pulse quicking at whatever his news was. "Yeah?" She meekly asked.

"Jennifer." He started using her first name, which was extremely odd. Y/n was hoped JJ was alright. Penelope hadn't mentioned anything to the contrary. "She told me she loved me."

That made Y/n drop her hands off Spencer's face, feeling her heart shattering all over again. Her world crumbling around her. "Do you love her? Is that why this isn't working?" She pressed.

"No, no, not at all." Spencer quickly rushed out, wanting to wipe the broken look off her face. "Maybe when I was 24 in a childhood crush way. But as soon as I met you, I knew you were the only person I'd ever want." He assured her, running his thumbs over the newly forming tears.

"Why did she?" Y/n asked.

It only occurred to Spencer then that she had no idea about the events of his day besides him being held hostage. "The unsub. He made us play a messed-up truth or dare game. He was deranged, he had a gun, and we were tied up. He wanted JJ to tell me something she'd never told anyone."

"Oh." Y/n let out, understanding the situation better. At least JJ hadn't randomly blurted it out. She was coerced.

"I don't know if it was true," Spencer admitted. "But she looked sure." He decided. "But she mentioned as being young a lot."

Y/n though she understood. "I think you were the first person she loved, and some of her heart will always belong to you. But, I've seen the way she looks at Will and the boys. It's how I look at you." She found her own meaning from what Spencer was telling her.

"You never fail to surprise me with how smart you are. I couldn't put it into words. No part of me thinks she'd ever leave Will and the boys." He admitted. JJ loved her family, and as Y/n had explained it, it was just puppy love.

Y/n's hands were back on his cheeks. "Can we kiss now?" She asked.

Spencer didn't reply verbally. They were both so starved of the other's lips, the kiss felt like it was 1000 years in the making. Like the universe was finally at rest.

Both of them were crying, holding each other's faces, and lip-locked. But it was perfect.

And they were back.

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Show Me [Part 1/2]

Summary: Spencer finds out his girlfriend’s a virgin. But she wants him to change that.

A/N: This is an anon request that I loved writing. This is Part 1 and I’m working on Part 2 right now! If you like this and wanna read some more of my stuff check out my Masterlist, or my series, I’m On Fire.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Mostly smut, and a lil fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hair pulling, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3k

Request: “Omg I’ve just found your account, you’re an amazing writer! If you’re taking requests, could you write something with virgin!reader and like season 13/14 Spencer?”

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They’ve never had sex.

They’ve kissed though. They’ve kissed so much it made Spencer feel like a teenager, well what he assumed it was like to be a regular teenager.

They’d kiss everywhere they could, in his bed, in her bed, in his kitchen, in the car, in hotel rooms, one time in a supply closet at the BAU. But mostly they ended up on Spencer’s couch. The first time they did anything more than just kissing was on Spencer’s couch, it wasn’t exactly planned it just, happened.

They were making out and she was lying beneath him, there was a sort of comfort in the feeling of his weight on top of her, keeping her fixed beneath him. She’d worn a pretty short dress for their date earlier, one she knew Spencer liked, but after all of the squirming and moving it just sort of rode up.

She didn’t feel it happening but when Spencer came up for air and looked down at her, all he could see was the skirt of her dress, bunched up around her waist, and the little pink panties she had on underneath, absolutely soaking wet.

He let out a small chuckle, looking back up at her, “Have you been wet this entire time?” he smirked.

She doesn’t think too hard about it. She’s so turned on by the way he looks right now, his hooded eyes and his softly parted pink lips are so distracting that she forgets he’s never seen her like this before and she nods.

“Mmhmm” she hums, and bites her lip in anticipation of his next move.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, soft and gentle and she nods again, a little too shy to do much else.

He starts by touching her above her underwear, pushing against the cotton, moving it around between her folds with one finger. She was already moaning and writhing beneath him with that simple touch.

When he tucked a finger inside of her panties he shouldn’t have been shocked but he was. She was so wet, almost screaming in pleasure below him and he’d only grazed her clit once or twice. He thought she might combust when he sunk just one finger into her and she was so tight and clenched around the digit. Squirming even when he was motionless inside of her.

It wouldn’t have taken long to actually make her cum, that was obvious. But he was having so much fun with it that he decided to drag this out for as long as he could. Bringing her to the edge over and over until she was literally begging him for release. By the end of it she was completely spent, her arousal coating her thighs, his hands, and a little of the couch. He took off her panties and stashed them in his pocket and she really wished she didn’t find that quite as hot as she did.

He doesn’t want to test her limits again right away, he wants her to come to him when she's ready. But it doesn’t happen again for a while. They go back to their usual dance, making out like teenagers, sometimes for hours until the point when one of them has to leave, or sleep, or they’re both called away on a case.

It’s not until a whole month has passed that things change again.

Y/N sneaks into Spencer’s room one night while they’re out on a case. He’s a little shocked to see her but he’s happy none the less. What’s shocking him more than anything is the skimpy little nightdress she’s got on, and how more notably it seems like she’s not wearing a bra underneath it.

“What are you doing?” he asks when he opens the door to her, and what he wants to say is ‘you can’t be out in the halls looking like this’, and what he really means by that is, ‘you can’t be in my room looking like this because I’ll never recover’.

“Can I come in?” she asks softly, and almost a little worried, so he steps aside to let her in.

They sit on the edge of his bed, her posture is rigid as she sits, and she takes in a deep breath before she speaks again.

“Do you like the way that I look?” she asks, tentative, and his heart just about breaks. Of course he did. He had since the second he laid eyes on her.

“Yes, oh my god. You’re the prettiest girl I think I’ve ever seen?” he rushes out, his hand reaching out to touch her bare shoulder in a comforting gesture. But she doesn’t look relieved or satisfied by the admission.

“But do you—” she braces herself, “do you think I'm sexy?”

He’s got no idea what’s happening, if she didn’t look so serious he’d think this was some kind of joke. “Are you serious?” he gasps, “Are you kidding me?” he hops off the bed and sinks to his knees in front of her.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky. You’re the prettiest, sexiest, woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” he tries to reassure, placing his hands on her knees and looking up at her.

“Then why don’t we—” she’s not even sure what she’s trying to ask, “Why do we only kiss? Don’t you want to...” she trails off, and there’s something endearing about the way she can’t even seem to bring herself to say any explicit words out loud.

“Don’t I want to sleep with you?” he guesses, knowing it’s the right answer, “Y/N, I want to sleep with you so, so badly. I think about it all the time.” he confesses and her eyes blow wide.

“You do?”

He nods eagerly, “All. The. Time.” he emphasizes, “When you play with your hair in work, when you fall asleep on my lap while we’re watching a movie, when you kiss me for hours, when you bite your lip while you’re concentrating, when you wear that little navy pencil skirt, when you show up to my hotel room dressed like this” he gestures to her nightdress, “or when I think about your little pink panties in the top drawer of my nightstand” he whispers the last part.

“I just thought…” she searches for the end of the sentence, “I thought you didn’t want to?” she pouts.

“I thought you weren’t ready” he says it so earnest, and he means it. He’d never want to make her feel like it wasn’t her choice.

“I haven’t— I’ve never— I’m a virgin Spencer.” she confesses, and she doesn’t look at him while she does, too shy from the admission.

“That’s okay” he moves his hands up to grab hers gently, gazing up at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do”

“But I want to, with you” she looks at him now and her gaze is so soft that he melts.

“I want to as well. But not here.” he sits back up on the bed next to her, “It shouldn’t be in some cheap motel with our co-workers down the hall. We can do it at my place, or yours, or we could book an actual nice hotel room in the city somewhere? Whatever you want.” she nods at him and smiles.

“I’d like that a lot” she looks happy now, content and relieved, “but could we maybe still do something now?”

He’s taken aback completely, “Did you have something in mind?”

She looks shy again, and he has to coax it out of her, squeezing her hands in his and giving her an encouraging kiss on the cheek.

“When you touched me on your couch that time. I wanted to do something for you, but I wasn’t sure— I didn’t want to get it wrong so I just chickened out” she admits.

“What did you want to do?” he pries gently.

“I wanted to use my mouth” she breaks eye contact when she speaks. He can’t take it anymore so he tilts her head softly with one of his hands so she has to look directly at him again.

“You wanted to use your mouth on what?” he’s doing it on purpose to get her out of her shell.

“On your— on your cock” she whispers out like she's embarrassed to even say it at full volume.

“You wanted to suck my cock?” he asks and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she nods.

“Please?” she asks, and he never thought he'd have a girl this beautiful asking him if she could ‘please’ suck his cock. How did he get this lucky?

“Only if you want to”

“I really do” she volunteers, “but I need you to tell me… how?”

“So you’ve never done it before?” he asks, he’s been aware she was a virgin but he’s got no idea what she had or hadn’t done before. She shakes her head.

“When you, touched me, that was the first time anyone other than me had well…”

“And you’ve never touched anyone else?” he asks, soft and sweet, rubbing his thumb over and back on the top of her hand.

“I have.” she says, “With other boys when I was younger but never anything more”

“Okay” he says encouraging.

“How do we start?” she looks less nervous now that it’s all out in the open.

“Like we always do” he breaks out in a smile as he leans in to kiss her. Her lips are so soft against his, perfect as always.

He pulls her toward him and parts their lips long enough to tell her to sit on his lap. She obliges, she loves to sit like this while they kiss, he knows that too. Sitting this way she can feel him as he starts to grow hard beneath her, only the thin fabric of his boxers keeping him from her.

His hands hold onto her thighs, digging his fingernails into the sides of them as she moans into his mouth. He chances moving one of his hands up her side, and as he hovers it above her chest he breaks apart from her for just a moment. “Can I?” he asks, and she nods before he places a hand on her breast over the fabric of her nightdress. And he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He couldn't stop himself from bringing the other hand up so he could cup both breasts. Massaging and kneading them, feeling her nipples begin to harden and stand out from the satin fabric.

She grinds down against him momentarily and her eyes grow wide. “Are you?” she looks down between them, clearly feeling him.

“I’m hard Y/N” he says softly, and she looks almost giddy.

“I’m ready” she breathes out and swings off his lap, taking charge now that she’d worked up some confidence. It’s not like she had no idea what to do. She’s watched porn, she’s read a few things about it, but she also knew there was no way to really know what it was like without actually doing it.

She kneels down in front of him, pulling apart his knees so that she can nestle down in between them. She’s the one that pulls down the waistband of his boxers, just far enough so that she can pull his cock out.

She feels stupid in a way. She hadn’t given much thought to how it would look but it was different to what she’d anticipated. It was flushed pink, and leaking from the tip. And it was bigger, or thicker maybe, than she’d been expecting. She had a vibrator at home and it didn’t look like this. For one thing it was purple, but it was also smaller than this. For a moment she's nervous before she realizes that this is Spencer. And she could never feel nervous with him.

“Is everything alright? If you’ve changed your mind—” he starts and she shakes her head probably a bit too vigorously.

“No! It’s just— bigger, than I was expecting” she says holding it loosely in her hand.

“Oh” he says, unable to his his surprise, “thank you?” She giggles at him, unaware she’d actually been paying him a compliment.

“What do you like?” She asks, peering up at him and fluttering her eyelashes like she’d done this a million times before.

“Well, um,” he’s the one with the shaky breath now, and he’s not sure when he got so nervous, “I guess if you lick it first, that always feels good” he’s barely got the sentence out and she’s on him. Licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock, right along the vein, reaching the tip and swiping up the pre-cum leaking from the slit there. He’s got to struggle not to throw his head back in pleasure instantly, he wants to see it, wants to watch all of it.

She takes her mouth off of him and looks up with those doe eyes again, and now that he’s looking he can see down her nightdress. He’s got a perfect view of her perky nipples, turned on beneath the fabric and his dick twitches at the sight.

“Like that?” she pulls off him to ask, and he can barely breathe.

“Fuck Y/N! Exactly like that” he groans, chest heaving, his hands clawing at the duvet.

She smiles up at him, “and then what?”

“Uh, take it in your mouth, you don't have to take it the whole way down, just as far as you feel comfortable with” he assures her, trying to steady out his breathing. He doesn’t want her to gag or anything. “then just use your hands for the rest.”

She nods, thinking for a moment before bringing her mouth back down to him. This time she licks him again, all the way up and around the tip, just a little slower than before. Then she wraps her plush lips around the head of his cock. He moans louder than he meant to as she starts to sink down on him, further and further, taking him in inch by inch.

She didn't quite get the whole way down but she got way further than he thought she would. Taking in as much of him as she could she began to rise up again. It took a little adjusting to make sure she was breathing in and out through her nose, but once she got the hang of it she began to pick up the pace.

Sliding up and down against him, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth was almost too much. He’d gotten himself off to thoughts of her for months now and it just didn’t compare. Not by a long shot, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

She stopped after another minute and looked up at him, “Is it okay? Does it feel good?” she asks, unsure.

“Jesus, fuck. Y/N, it feels so good. You feel so good” he gasps and she looks delighted.

“Would you, maybe, put your hands in my hair?” she asks, a little nervous, and he’s shocked for what feels like the 100th time this evening, “I like how it feels” she says, shy and unsure. So he sits forward, leaning down a little so he can take her face in his hands.

“How did I get so lucky?” he plants a kiss on her lips and moves his hands from the side of her face into her hair. Gathering it up into a ponytail and gripping it firmly. She lowers down again, wrapping her lips around the head once more and sinking down. Bolstered by his compliments and ignoring her nerves she forces herself to sink further down on him this time. Taking him as deep as she possibly can until she can feel him hit the back of her throat for the briefest moment before she has to pull back.

But the strangled moan that he lets out when she’s got him that far down is so gorgeous that it might be the only noise she ever wants to hear again.

He pulls at her hair roughly as she starts to move faster and faster, and she moans at the feeling. The vibrations she creates around his cock just make him pull even harder, letting out some of the pent up tension.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close. You can stop.” he forces out with shallow breaths, but she doesn’t budge. He tries to pull her off him using his grip on her hair but she resists, and she just keeps on moving. Up and down his length, taking down as much of him as possible on each stroke.

“Fuckkkk” he moans out as he releases, and he can feel it pumping into her throat as she swallows around him.

When she pulls off, and she’s looking up to him for approval, her eyes wide, her lips and chin coated in spit and cum as it drips down, he knows without a doubt that she’s the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Was that okay?” she asks hopeful.

“Was that okay?” he rushes out in disbelief, “Get up here.” he helps her off her knees and pulls her onto his lap again, holding her close. “I can’t believe you.” he shakes his head and pulls her in for a sloppy kiss, he can taste himself on her tongue as they mold together.

“That was perfect, beyond perfect, fuck” he wipes her chin with his thumb, it doesn’t do much but it’s a gesture.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, brushing her hair back with his hands, and she’s just looking at him, beaming.

“I liked it” she says, like she can’t really believe just how much she enjoyed herself, “I can’t wait to learn more.”

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Stumbling West

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Chapter 14

A Broken Cup

i.e. season 8 episode 24

Chapter summery: The replicator arc finally comes to an end, the cup has broken, lives are lost.

TW: talks of drugging, character death, reader takes the place of blake in kidnapping.

word count: 3,710

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You and the team are back at head quarters in the round table room. You are seated between Garcia and Aaron, looking through the photos that were on the wall. Garcia is trying to blowup as many of them as she can, see if there is any indicator to who this stalker is, while Aaron is on the phone, calling all the out of state departments to see if anyone has been hacked.

“This doesn't make any sense, how did he get so much access?” Derek questions, though none of you can answer the question.

Aaron hangs up the phone, “Winslow, Arizona PD, statewide system security check reports no breaches.”

“They were the last.” Rossi states, hitting his pen against his hand. Aaron stands up from the table to pace the room. Everyones nerves still on high alert from the warehouse.

“If the replicator isn't hacking in, how is he learning details of these crimes?” Rossi stands to go to the case board.

“Maybe he’s a journalist.” You theorize.

Blake nods, agreeing with you, “They are skilled at gaining information.”

“But why not help his career out while he's at it?” Rossi questions.

“He’s been watching us for months. Maybe we were the only source he needed.” Aaron answers him, his voice low and tired. You know that out of everyone, Aaron is feeling like he hasn't done his job protecting the team.

“That would require him to be at two places at the same time.” Reid points out, “I’ve assembled a pretty accurate timetable of the unsub’s stalking and murder activities, and based on the Arizona replication, the unsub wasn't stalking us during the investigation in Miami, since he was dumping the bodies.” He moves to grab a photo beside him, “Yet he was still back in time to see me hit my game winning home run against the secret service.”

This draws a laugh from everyone, breaking the tense mood, even for just a moment.

Aaron moves to sit back next to you, as everyone sobers back up and goes back to analyzing the pictures. He moves one of his hands down to your thigh, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

You haven't even had time to process that your relationship is now out in the open, not just to the team, but to the whole bureau. You know at some point, probably when things calm down and this whole mess is behind you both, a meeting will be awaiting you. But until then, you try and relish in the small gestures Aaron has been giving you, now that neither of you really need to hide your affection for one another.

JJ walks in, talking on the phone with who you suspect is Will, “I promise I will be home before you guys wake up.” She gives you an exasperated look, “The sooner we get this guy, the sooner the security detail can go.”

You try to send her a gentle smile, but you know it probably came out as a grimace. No one is happy with having their homes tailed 24/7, but it’s better than the alternative.

You’re drawn from JJ by Rossi bringing attention to Strauss walking in, “Erin what are you doing here so late?”

“I had a meeting with the director.” She informs all of you.

Aaron isn't happy, his voice confused, “I thought we were going to brief him in the morning?”

You know he doesn't like being left out of the conversation, especially when it involves the team.

“You were, he canceled.” Aaron bristles at that, but Strauss keeps going, “You have no fresh leads. He wants the replicator classified inactive.”

Derek beats you from speaking first, “All due respect ma’am, but this guy’s hardly inactive. He’s planning his next move.”

“And when he makes that move, you’ll be there to stop him.” She counters, “How many times have you told me the best thing to do is wait, each crime teaches you something new. The replicator is dormant, You’re not learning anything new.”

You see Aaron tense beside you, and you know it’s taking everything in him to not shake his head and throw the flag. You give him props silently, you knew he was good at staying calm, but you didn't now his self control was this good.

“All you're doing is working yourselves to death and ignoring the cases that need your attention.”

“Erin, he’s stalking this team. No one’s gonna give it up.” His voice is still tired, but more firm in his point than earlier.

“I know that. Neither will I.” She crosses her arms, “But the cases are piling up, and they need to be cleared so the director no longer thinks that his best unit is dropping the ball.”

Aaron lets out an annoyed sigh, but doesn't say anything as she leaves the room. He looks around the table, everyone waiting for his order, “All right, go get some rest. Back in here by 8:00.”

You follow him out, gathering all your things from your desk and waiting for him by the bullpen doors. You both walk out together, Aaron making sure you get into your car safely before he gets into his. He follows you back to his apartment, your apartment now to.

He grabs your go bag from you, putting it over his shoulder with his own. His free hand on the small of your back. By the time you reach the door, you can feel the anxiety running off of him.

Entering the apartment, you send Aaron to go take a shower, knowing he needs some time to breath alone, as you go to find anything you can scrounge up in the kitchen for dinner. Jack is at Jessica’s still, so you don’t have to worry about waking him up. You settle on making some grilled cheese’s, not the healthiest dinner, but getting any food in your grumpy boyfriend is a win in your book.

You eat yours as you wait for Aaron to get out and switch places with him once he's done, handing him his sandwich while you go shower.

Crawling into bed 20 minutes later, your body is crying out to you in exhaustion, but sleep doesn't come easy. Aaron pulls you to him once you get under the covers, and holds you close to his chest. Your breathing synchs up with his, and your hearts beating together calms some of your nervous energy.

Aaron is the first to break the silence, “This isn't how I wanted our relationship coming out to go.”

Your hand that is on his chest starts to move, drawing calming circles, “I know. It’s not your fault.”

He’s silent again for a few moments, “You know I’ll never let anything happen to you, right?”

You hear the promise in his question, “I know Aaron.”

“I can’t lose you.” His confession is soft, and you wouldn't have heard it if there was any lingering sound in the room.

You pull back enough to look up at him, “You’re not going to lose me.”

“Your face was the only one with X’s on it.” You hear the waver in his voice as he speaks, and you know that today has been hardest on him.

you move so you are laying almost on top of him, your hand that was underneath you now holding his face, he leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as you speak, “Aaron, I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to be okay.”

He just nods, moving his head to kiss your palm, before pulling you back down to rest on his chest. You don’t know how long you both laid there, holding each other, but you both whisper your love to one another before drifting off to much needed sleep.

You and the team were wrapping up the case in New York, Months after that night, when Aaron gets the call that the replicator followed you here. He took more pictures of everyone and hacked into Garcia’s system.

Making it back to the hotel with Morgan and JJ, you meet the team in the Hallway, Aaron coming out of a room Rossi is in, “Strauss is missing.” He informs everyone, “Blake, and Reid talk to hotel security we need access to all hotel cameras. Morgan back up Dave on the roof.” He calls your name, “You and JJ take the west staircase, I’ll take the east.”

You and JJ take the west stair case, not finding anything. 20 minuets later it’s your turn to get the call, Erin was drugged, she didn’t make it. You move to the rest of the team, meeting up with Aaron and Rossi on the street outside the hotel.

“We got an APB out but the description off the replicator is too general.” JJ tells everyone. You can’t help but watch Rossi who is standing off by himself. He looks heartbroken, and you wish there was something you could say that would help him feel better, but there isn’t. You didn’t even know he and Strauss were seeing each other, though looking back, you can see the clues start to add up.

“He wiped out all the hotel, atm, and traffic cameras, which means he hacked into at least two dozen systems.” Reid says.

“Well, he got into Garcia’s place,” You bring yourself back into the conversation, “Which means he can get in anywhere. This guy’s bragging.”

“He also wants us to know he can take massive risks and get away with them.”

Aaron gets off the phone and walks towards everyone, “The director wants this solved and done. He’s giving us 24 hours and then we’re off the case.”

Making it back to headquarters that night, the team quickly heads to the conference room. Rossi calls everyone from the morgues office, sending over a picture of a cut on Strauss’s wrist that the unsub had to have done.

“It looks like an infinity symbol,” You theorize out loud, “Could be boasting, saying ‘I’ll go on forever’?”

“Or it could be an 8, Strauss was his eighth victim.” Derek gives his own theory.

“And the unofficial eighth member of our team.” JJ adds.

Aaron shakes his head, “If this is a taunt from him, it’s too random.”

“Well he’s only sent one message.” Morgan states, “And he seems to be real proud of it.”

“Zugzwang.” Reid gives.

“Then what does this mean?” JJ questions.

“Rossi the cut looks jagged, any idea what caused the serration?” You ask him over the speaker phone.

“Best guess is a piece of glass.” The MD answers for him.

Everyone talks a bit more, going over the pictures. One of Derek in a suit stands out, he was speaking at the Embassy event in London. Security was on high alert there, security clearance to get in even higher, and the security clearance he would need to have to know about the Foyet case and get around all of Garcia’s walls is frightening.

“You guys are right, you have to trust your gut.” Garcia tells Aaron, “The replicator has to be on the inside.”

He’s one of us.

“He chose to use drugs as his final replication, that’s no accident.” Aaron tells the team, minus Rossi. He’s in the hospital recovering from his own drugging by the unsub. Its been 16 hours, and you still don’t have the unsubs real name. The clock is ticking, More glass breaking.

“Strauss and I had issues during the anthrax case.” Blake says, “it started in New York with poison and it was delivered by envelopes.”

“Why would anyone on the inside hold resentment over that case?” Derek questions.

“Because the person suffered a professional setback,” Aaron hypothesis’s, “Like Blake, but was patient and psychotic enough to get revenge.”

“You helped on that case didn’t you?” Blake turns to you, “I remember hearing your name for the first time, around that case.”

You nod at her, “Yeah, it was one of my first cases with the DOD, before I was moved overseas.” Your brows furrow, “But I only worked with the terrorist watch groups and my boss, no higher ups that I remember, especially in the DOJ.”

“I’m all over DOJ names including support staff,” Garcia comes into the room, “I have Kevin pulling files and photos. System is down, so it’s hard to track entire career paths, but there was an agent in New York during that time.”

Garcia puts a file down on the table, “Curtis.”

“Wait a second, John Curtis?” Blake leans over to see his face better.

“You know him?” Garcia asks.

“I haven’t seen him in a long time. He was a nice guy.”

“Wait I’ve seen him before.” You speak up, everyone looking at you.

“On the case?” Aaron questions you.

“Yeah, he wasn’t a head, actually we had the same level of clearance.” You frown.

“What happened?” Aaron inquires.

“He knew a lot about Biochemistry, kept trying to get get the heads to let him experiment with the residue from the envelopes.” You tell him, “I’m the one that went to my boss about him. Told him we should keep watch on anyone that was that insistent about it.”

Aaron stares at you for a few moments, conflict in his eyes, before he comes to an unspoken decision, telling the team to round up to the Helicopters on the roof.

On your way out the door, you feel his hand on the small of your back, and the tiniest whisper from him, “I love you. Please be safe.”

You reach behind you, still walking with the rest of the team, and grab his hand giving him a squeeze, whispering back, “I love you too.”

You’re in a helicopter with Aaron and Reid, when alarms start going off and turbulence happens, “Autopilot seized.” The pilot informs everyone.

There’s a few moments of intense turbulence until the pilot gets it back under control. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, but the moment doesn’t last long. Soon the turbulence is back ten fold, more alarms sounding, the pilot tells everyone to brace for impact, yelling mayday over his mic.

You will yourself not to close your eyes tight, keeping them open on what’s happening around you. You see Reid close his eyes while Aaron puts his hands up above him. You grab onto your belt, pushing your back into your seat.

You partially black out before the helicopter actually hits the ground, everyone else following suit. You feel hands grabbing at you and before you know it a sharp prick in your neck, making you even more disorientated, everything going completely black.

Aaron, Reid, and the pilot come to when the rest of the team opens the helicopter doors, Morgan draws Aaron from his hazy state when he asks where you are.

“What do you mean?” Aaron asks, trying to keep his breathing normal, rubbing his forehead to help get rid of his dizziness.

“She’s not back here.” Morgan tells him.

Everyone gets out of the helicopter, Aaron looking around for any sign of you. He’s starting to freak out, “Why didn’t he just kill us? He could have killed all of us.”

Why didn’t he just take me instead?

Why her?

Why not all of us?

“He’s playing god,” JJ states, “Just like he's done all year.”

“He knocked us out with whatever was in those canisters so he could take her.” Aaron’s voice is hard, but the team knows he’s breaking on the inside, he has tears in his eyes that he is refusing to let fall.

“We’ll find her Hotch.” Morgan tries to comfort him.

“We have to.” Aaron whispers to himself. His mind only set on finding you. Getting you back into his arms.

We have to.

I won’t survive losing her.

Not her.

You come back to your surroundings, it’s dark, only a little bit of light, but enough to make out what’s around you. It looks like you’re underground in some sort of bunker, handcuffed and chained to a chair, with John Curtis standing in front of you.

You start to cough, head feeling dizzy and stomach nauses. You try to keep your heart rate down, not needing to have a panic attack right now.

“What do you want?” You ask him, your voice scratchy and weak.

He smirks at you, “You’re the profiler, you tell me.”

You close your eyes, shaking your head a little bit, “You don’t want to know what I profiled.”

“I wont beg for it.” He tells you, voice hard.

“You don’t have to.” You open your eyes again, looking right at him, “I can see how desperate you are for it.”

He pulls up his hands up, as if he is going to hit you, making you flinch back.

Maybe I shouldn’t provoke him.

But I do need to buy some time.

“I didn’t think you would be this skittish.” He’s amused by you.

You try to move your hands, shaking the chains and cuffs as you do, “You’ve never seen me in chains before.”

Buy some time.

“You’re mad they forgot you.”

Buy some time.

“They discarded you and forgot who you were.”

Buy some time.

“No one even remembers your name.”

His eyes go wide, it’s what you describe as crazy eyes, the eyes of someone that feels they are in a dark corner, the eyes of someone that will do anything they can to get back into the light.

“Bet they’ll remember me now.” He smirks at you, eyes still wide, “You know I admired you back then. So young, climbing your way to the top.”

You can tell he is leading up to something, his voice becoming more harsh, “Then you went and told your boss about me. Told them I should be watched.” He gets right up in your face, “They transferred me to Kansas. ME!”

It takes everything in you not to flinch, not to show him how uncomfortable and scared you are at this moment.

Please hurry Aaron.

“I always wondered what they saw in you? What did you do that I didn’t?”

You keep your voice from wavering, taking a calming breath, “I kept my head down and did what I was told.”

“We all did!” He yells, “But you got my chance.”

God Aaron. Please hurry.

Aaron and the rest of the team are outside the house with the first responders and swat.

“We’re ready to breach the house.” The head of swat tells Aaron.

I’m coming baby.

Aaron informs the team, going over the course of action one more time, before pulling out his weapon and following behind the swat men.

As the team enters the house, Aaron and Reid enter the basement doors on the side of the house. They walk down the stairs, shining their lights on the walls, and meeting Morgan and JJ who came in through the inside basement door.

They keep walking through the basement, finding a door hidden behind one of the walls. Morgan enters the room first, followed by Aaron, coming face to face with you chained to a chair, a cloth in your mouth, with no sign of John.

Aaron rushes to you immediately, getting the cloth out as JJ asks you which way he went.

“I don’t know.” Your voice shakes, eyes welling with unshed tears.

“I got you.” Aaron whispers to you, before turning to the rest of the team, “JJ, Morgan, and Blake find him. Me and Reid have this.”

Reid looks at all 8 of the locks chaining you to the chair, only having 6 keys. While Aaron cradles your face with his hands, looking you over for injuries, whispering in your ears that your safe. You don’t know if he’s trying to reassure you or himself, but it’s keeping you from completely breaking down in a panic.

Reid gets all the locks off, you slipping from the chair before he can tell you to wait. The chair was a pressure plate, and the door out slid shut.

You’re trapped in the room for only minutes, but they feel like they drag on for hours. Rossi is the one that gets all of you out of the room, with the help of Garcia, who blocks the radio interface to keep John from bombing the C4 he put in there.

The team runs out of the house, Aaron helping you, not letting his hands leave you. John is trapped in the house, Rossi being the last one to run out moments before it explodes. Aaron brings you into his chest, turning you and shielding you from the blast. You all turn back to watch as the flames overtake it.

The cup has finally broken.

You and Aaron are in bed. He hasn’t stopped touching you since he found you in the basement. One of his hands is under your shirt rubbing up and down your back, while the other is in your hair, keeping your head to his chest.

You’re listening to his heartbeat, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath he takes.

“I thought I was going to lose you today.” He whispers.

“I’m okay.” You whisper back.

He leans down to kiss your head, “I’ve never felt this way before.” He confesses to you, “I loved Haylee, she was always there, we grew up together. But you,” His voice wavers, “You’re my best friend. I don’t think I could survive losing you.”

You pull your head up to look him in the eye, “You won’t have to. I’m not going anywhere baby.”

He pulls you up his body to give you a soft kiss, pulling back just a little to mumble against your lips, “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You tell him, “You’re my best friend too.”

He smiles at you for the first time in almost 24 hours. Bringing you in for another kiss, resting his forehead on yours, before pulling you back down to rest on his chest, hands moving up and down your back again, softly soothing you both to a peaceful slumber.

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weewoobrainrot · 3 years

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the criminal minds writers did spencer, jj and will so dirty with the overdramatic plot in season 14/15

⚠️before this starts: spoilers for criminal minds, seasons 8-15⚠️

like what was the n e e d for it? like it put jj's character development (a strong independent woman, a mother and loving wife) into a love interest for reid? and it didn't go anywhere? because she's been happily married to will for like six years and has two kids with him? and jj made it seem like her family was holding her back from dating reid? like she said something like "i love you. but i love will and the boys too. i'm sorry." jj loves her kids, that's proven time and time again but suddenly their just in her way?

and like will was so happy when reid showed up when jj got shot because he knew jj would want him there because he knew they were best friends but it ended up just being incredibly hard to watch because we knew how awkward it was for reid because he didn't know what to do since jj, his married best friend, wasn't being clear with him about the whole thing and will definitely didn't know and he couldn't tell him and it was this whole mess that is literally dropped again after like two/three episodes

like what team of writers look at that and say wow what a great idea, people will love this especially since the whole jeid thing hasn't been mentioned since like season 1???? and early season 1 at that

it's nothing but a fan service that most fans hated anyway and it was time they could've spent developing max so she was a more interesting love interest for reid instead of being in two great episodes and disappearing????

edit: @angelwatson reminded me in the replies

the plotline also really takes away from all the development of reid and maeve. it makes it seem like reid was using maeve to get over jj (even thought there's no romantic relationship to get over). reid and maeve have a complicated and long and unusual relationship that just worked for them. their shared love for sherlock holmes (literally using the original people the characters were based of as aliases) and let's not forget how reid was about to sacrifice his life for hers. and you're telling me that he did that while being totally in love with jj? like reid told his mom how it "was always jj" but seriously, what about maeve. maeve was better suited for reid than jj because she understood him

obviously this is my opinion though and no offense is meant to people that did enjoy the plot or ship jeid because everyone's entitled to their own opinion :)

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poguesofthebau · 3 years

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paranoia

summary: meeting dylan einstein, a genius forensic scientist from indianapolis, musters up some unknown insecurities about your relationship with reid. however, morgan-- and reid, once he figures it out-- isn’t willing to let you think that way. warnings: mentions of bombings (as pertaining to the case)

word count: 3k pairing: spencer reid x female!bau!reader

a/n: set in season 10, episode 14, this one was requested by @koc-help! as per usual, it took me forever to write, so i hope you can forgive me for that and enjoy what i came up with!!

bombing cases were stressful. it always seemed harder for you; figuring out a motive, pushing down the overwhelming sympathy for the victims, convincing yourself that all of your team members were safe. because of your unshakable paranoia in the wake of those cases, you were already on edge by the time the team was boarding the jet to indianapolis. and, of course, spencer caught on to the way you were feeling almost immediately.

with the limited information the team had at that point, conversation about the case was reasonably brief. the file was reviewed and discussed, and hotch delegated a role for everyone to take when the jet landed. when the conversation came to a lull, you slid out of your seat, tossing the manilla folder onto the leather before moving to the back of the jet to make a cup of coffee. jj and derek’s voices were audible as they continued to spitball off of each other, masking the sound of spencer approaching where you stood. “hey,” he called to you as he neared. having been enveloped in the chatter your other friends were creating, you jumped at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. when you looked up at him, his eyebrows were raised in concern at your reaction, immediately making you recoil into yourself. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you breathed, pulling the coffee pot out of its place to pour the liquid into your empty cup. “i’m fine.”

“that’s not very convincing, you know.” you turned to face him then, sighing and internally shaking the dread away. “what is it?”

“i’m not a huge fan of bombings,” you said sarcastically. spencer scoffed a laugh at that, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear as you continued with a bit more seriousness. “just a little worried. it’s nothing, spence.”

“i’m not used to seeing you worried in this way. are you sure you’re okay? i mean, do you want to talk about it?”

the soft-spoken concern in spencer’s tone along with the expression he was looking at you with warmed your heart. if there was one thing that could take your mind off of a murderous bomber, it was spencer. your eyes flickered over to the rest of the team, making sure no one was paying any attention to you and your boyfriend huddled up in the back of the jet, before you leaned up and pressed your mouth to spencer’s. the kiss was quick, but it was also just the reassurance that you both needed. “i promise, i’ll tell you if i need to talk. for now, i just want to get this son of a bitch and go back home.”

being present for the disarming of the second bomb only worsened your initial paranoia. the thought of an explosive device made you anxious enough; having to stand your ground and comfort an intended victim while a bomb was armed less than a foot from you was a whole new feeling. you trusted morgan to clip a wire without killing you, but the adrenaline in the heat of the moment was hard to shake. it had been a few hours since the scene had unfolded, but you still felt like your heart could possibly jump out of your chest at any moment the morning after the disarming. despite the underlying terror running through your veins, you were critically analyzing everything going on around you. your focus was completely dedicated to the case unfolding around you, because the sooner you cracked it, the sooner your thinly veiled fear would dissipate.

you were digging around in the bed of the pickup truck while einstein, the local forensic scientist, examined the bomb itself. out of your peripherals you saw reid and morgan approaching, but the bulk of your energy was going into analyzing the scene as best you could. your boyfriend’s eyes lingered on you for a few seconds as he neared, immediately gauging the nerves you were trying so hard to conceal. reid made a mental note to address that as soon as he could get you alone, but fought the urge to do so right then. spencer knew you well enough to know that, no matter how freaked out you currently were, your mind was concentrating on the scene before you, and anything else would simply be considered a distraction. he swallowed down the lump in his throat that formed at the thought of not being able to help you before tuning in to the comment einstein began to make. “he really went for a bigger boom this time.”

the short conversation that ensued between the two following that comment was something that shouldn’t have bothered you. you knew it meant nothing; reid wasn’t the only genius in the world who memorized excerpts from anarchy cookbooks or mathematical theories. just because some young, brilliant, beautiful girl knew the same book as spencer didn’t mean you had anything to worry about.

nonetheless, you became very worried about it.

you strolled around to the passenger side of the truck, sliding into the empty seat with a quizzical look on your face. “you know, it’s a wonder that he even realized he triggered the bomb.”

opening the driver’s side door as he spoke, reid slid into the truck next to you. “maybe he heard something when he stepped on the pedal.”

“and knew not to move? i mean, what’s this guy got, an ex-paramilitary background we don’t know about?”

the back and forth continued a few more times, and within a minute you and reid had developed the idea that allen archer, the bomb’s target, could potentially be your unsub. upon this conclusion, einstein spoke up again. “that’s what you guys do. you just talk a lot.” her voice was joking as the words left her lips, and a bright smile graced her face as she spoke. regardless of the playful tone you immediately identified, the words triggered something in you.

“well, there’s also a lot of kicking down doors involved,” morgan interjected from outside the passenger door, shaking you out of your internally-mortified state. you watched as einstein announced her departure then, mustering up a measly close-lipped smile in return to the courteous and friendly glance she offered you before leaving.

as she walked away, her words repeated in your mind. it was so simple for her to summarize; you just talk a lot. a woman so young and so intelligent had just condensed your entire career into a five-word sentence so simple that you couldn’t even disagree. was that truly all you were capable of? talking? bouncing ideas off of your coworkers’ ideas and hoping you’d end up catching the killer that way?

you spent the rest of the day arguing with yourself. in all honesty, your own inner monologue was starting to get on your nerves. despite your most sincere attempts to focus on the case in front of you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that einstein was right. and maybe she was-- maybe your job was nothing compared to hers, and maybe she was a better match for spencer than you could ever dream of being.

this new uncertainty of your career and relationship definitely didn’t help to settle your previously established fear of being blown up at any given moment.

given the circumstances, it was only a matter of time until someone on your team noticed how uneasy you were steadily growing. they knew you. you were y/n-- sometimes stubborn, oftentimes overprotective, and always capable. sure, you had off days at work, just like everyone else. you weren’t always the one to solve the case, but you were always present and attentive, engaged in the investigation with your mind and body. however, right now, your mind was in two places at once. for that reason, you weren’t surprised in the slightest when morgan approached you at the station.

as you walked toward the conference room to find hotch, you were stopped by the familiar voice calling out. “hey, hold on little lady.”

“what’s up, morgan?”

morgan shook his head at that, a knowing look crossing his features as he began to speak. “nuh-uh. what up with you, y/l/n?” you threw him a falsely quizzical look, trying (and failing) to get him off your back by playing dumb. sadly for you, morgan was too good of a profiler and friend to fall for it. “don’t play with me, girl. i know cases like this always get to you a little, but i also know how badass you are. normally you would’ve bounced back from our brush with death by now, so what’s the problem?”

you squinted at him as your face morphed into dismay. of course you couldn’t fool morgan. your mind flickered to penelope, suddenly relating to one of her more commonly made complaints: damn profilers. “my first problem is that you might know me a little too well.” derek scoffed at that, waiting for you to continue. “my second problem? well, my second problem might be that i’m not smart enough, or maybe that spencer is too good for me, or maybe that our job is too easy, or maybe--”

“woah, woah, woah. slow your roll, little missy. ‘spencer is too good for me?’ where’s that coming from?” you blinked slowly in response, not quite willing to give up any more information than you already had. “fine-- i’ll figure it out myself. let’s see: you’ve been acting weird since we got this case, but that’s not what this is about. i’ve seen you on bombing cases before, and this ain’t that. so... oh, i know. is this about a forensic scientist, maybe? maybe one who has the same name as a very smart, very famous--”

“okay, morgan. i get it. you’re a great profiler, and you know my thoughts better than i do. that doesn’t really change the way i’m feeling right now.” your tone was a little sharp, but the look in your eyes was a mixture of sadness and contempt. “and, in case you needed me to put it simply, i’m feeling like shit.”

a look of pity overtook morgan for a moment. he knew what you were going through. sure, he wasn’t dating a genius with an iq of 187, but he knew how it felt to doubt yourself, and especially how it felt to feel belittled for your work. “y/n,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders and crouching a little to get on eye-level with you. “don’t do that to yourself, kid. don’t forget how hard what we do is, and how important it is. you save lives every day. no matter how you do it, or how much brainpower it takes, there are people all around this world who are alive because of your work. whether they admit it or not, everyone has respect for that. especially our resident pretty boy.”

“i know, morgan,” you sighed. his hands slid from your shoulders as you finally gave in, looking him straight in the eye as you spoke. “sometimes it just feels like he deserves better.”

“just because it feels that way doesn’t mean it’s true. and i can promise you, reid has never felt that way. not about you.” after giving a comforting pat on the arm to go along with his final words, morgan was walking away.

damn profilers, you thought again. why are we always right?

before you got the chance to speak with reid, the team was off again. instead of splitting up this time, you were simply spreading out; hotch and rossi were scouring the crowd of civilians and news crews at the staged ceremony for allen archer, and the rest of you were divided into two suvs with morgan and kate in one and you, jj, and spencer in the other. your talk with morgan had lifted your spirits a bit, but there was still a tightness in the air as you sat beside your seemingly clueless boyfriend.

unbeknownst to you, spencer wasn’t all that clueless. not only had he caught on to your behavior long before anyone else on the team, but he’d also spotted you and morgan’s secretive moment from across the police station. (and, yes, morgan may have whispered “check on your girl” to spencer when you weren’t paying attention. he just wanted to help.) so, while you thought he was in the dark about your current insecurities, reid was very much aware of what was going on in your head. as much as he hated it, though, he was hesitant to acknowledge it with jj in the backseat and the rest of the team on comms. so, like the considerate boyfriend he was, he waited.

it wasn’t until you got back to the police station that spencer got the chance to catch you alone. everyone else was busy preparing to leave for the jet, the bustle of having solved yet another case causing an uplifting distraction for the team. while your friends were distracted, spencer grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into a nearby empty conference room. the surprise on your face was evident when he looked at you, and he couldn’t help but smile. you laughed nervously at his expression, not completely sure what he had taken you aside for. “hi, spence. you okay?”

“i was actually going to ask you the same thing,” he admitted. “except, i already asked you that once during this case, and you weren’t very willing to share, so i was going to approach it in a more insistent way.” although you were amused by this mysterious behavior of his, you were still confused about what exactly spencer was implying that he knew. “did you really think i wouldn’t notice that you were upset?”

“no,” you said unconvincingly.

“y/n, why won’t you just talk to me?” the desperation in his voice almost shattered your heart. the whole time that you’d been in your own head, spencer had been in his. all because you were scared to talk to the one person you trusted more than anyone in the world.

“i’m sorry,” you breathed, taking a step toward him. spencer’s right hand slid around your waist once you got close enough, and your forehead dropped onto his chest as you sighed. when you looked back up to him, spencer was already anticipating eye contact. “i’m sorry i didn’t say anything. i just didn’t want to worry you, or to make you feel like you’d done anything wrong, because it’s not your fault, i just-- i don’t ever want to feel like i’m holding you back.”

“holding me back from what? you could never hold me back.”

“i could, though! you’re this amazingly brilliant genius, and there are so many people out there who are so much smarter than me, and i--”

“is that what this is about? you think you’re not smart?” you felt his hand tense from its place on your lower back, his disbelief clear in his voice.

“no, no-- i mean, i know i’m smart enough. but sometimes when we have cases like this we meet some really, really smart people, and i can’t help but wonder if you would be better off with someone on your intellectual level. someone like einstein.”

“y/n,” spencer seemed stunned at this revelation, and you realized then that morgan had been right. the idea of you not being enough had never crossed spencer’s mind. “you are the person that i’m better off with. you. i don’t-- i’ve never even thought of anyone else as a possibility since i met you. there isn’t anyone else. i mean, before i knew you, i wasn’t even sure that i believed in love at all. the only reason that i know it’s real now is because of you. i can’t think of any statistics of mathematical theories or scientific discoveries to explain or defend it, but i have always known that there isn’t anything for me aside from you. i mean that. no matter how smart anyone else is, or how cool anyone else is, or how compatible anyone else’s intellect is with mine. i love you, y/n.”

and, just like that, your fears were gone. your inner monologue went silent, and the serenity that spencer’s words brought you washed over your entire body. spencer’s arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer into him. his free hand moved to the side of your face, brushing back your hair as he waited for you to reply. the anticipation on his face sent another rush of absolute love through you, and you quickly closed the gap between you. as your mouth met his, your hands found their way to the sides of his neck, slowly wrapping around until they were laced together behind his head. for what could’ve been an hour, you stood there, melting into spencer as his words of reassurance replaced the chants of uncertainty that had filled your head hours prior. you were forced to pull back from him eventually, but even then your hands remained around his neck and the distance between your faces was minimal as you reopened your eyes. “i love you.”

a knock on the door suddenly interrupted the moment, causing you to release each other as a third party entered the room: morgan. “hey, lovebirds,” he grinned. “nice to see that you’re back to normal. it’s time to head home.” you smiled knowingly at the man, lacing your fingers through reid’s as you followed morgan out of the room. grabbing your belongings on the way out, the three of you headed toward your designated suv, where jj was waiting patiently in the driver’s seat. “so, you finally confessed, huh?”

“of course i did,” you laughed. “no secrets in this relationship.”

“yeah, and i would’ve figured it out eventually anyway.” at spencer’s interjection, it was morgan’s turn to laugh.

“oh, yeah, 187?”

“he is a genius, you know,” you added smugly.

“well, apparently so am i, because i figured it out before he did. oh, and by the way, pretty girl, i told you.” and with that, morgan was jogging off (in a fit of giggles) to the suv, hopping in the passenger seat before you had a chance to jokingly scold him.

damn profilers.

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Through the Smoke

Request: could you do spencer x bau reader where they aren't dating yet but they both feel for each other? where both spencer and reader are very closed off people and the whole team knows that. but after one rough case on the flight back, they're both just exhausted mentally and physically and seek comfort in each other. then spend the night at reader's apartment and kiss for the first time there. sorry if this is specific but thank you (:

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: angst with a happy ending

Warnings/Includes: typical CM stuff, cults, kidnapping, violence, etc.

Word count: 8.1k

Music recs: Through the Fire by Jake Etheridge and Margot Todd; scared by Jeremy Zucker

a/n: anon, I have no idea if this is what you were looking for, but this is where it went. It’s a generous rewrite of 300, substituting the reader for Garcia. Also this blog operates with the understanding that the season 14 jeid arc does not exist lmao. JJ is firmly in the “I love you as a brother” camp and I will not be taking questions at this time. Also, this is a reminder that my requests are open! send me some fresh ideas, head cannons, rambles, whatever!

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“Metro PD and the Bureau have been made aware of the Believers and possible activity following their leader’s arrest,” Prentiss confirmed, looking out over the team mingling in the bullpen. “But taking Theo at his word—”

“We only arrested three. There’s probably more out there, but if they follow cult dynamics, they’ll break down on their own without the messiah,” Matt finished.

“Typical cults: you think it’s a cast of thousands when really it’s just four whackos sitting around in the dark,” Tara mused.

Prentiss smiled. “I think we deserve some decompression time, and Rossi’s kind enough to host.”

Rossi leaned over the railing and nodded. “And I have some top shelf wine picked just for the occasion.”

The team started gathering their belongings and heading towards the elevators. Y/N hesitated, looking toward the case file still sitting on her desk. Something about how this had all wrapped up just… didn’t sit right. Her nearly five years with the Critical Incident Response Group had given her an up close view of some of the most prolific cults in American history. She’d studied Jonestown, Waco, Ruby Ridge, Liberty Ranch; new cults emerged onto CIRG’s radar regularly. And there was something about The Believers that just didn’t add up.

Y/N began shuffling things around on her desk, trying to look busy. She caught Spencer and JJ out of the corner of her eye, talking quietly. They ended their conversation with a hug, lingering just a little longer than Y/N would have preferred. She shook her head to try to physically clear the thought from her brain. She knew that Spencer had been through a lifetime’s worth of trauma before she joined the team, and that JJ had been an integral support for him. Y/N was also aware that she had zero grounds to be concerned with any of Spencer’s relationships, romantic or otherwise.

“Y/N, you coming?” JJ asked, walking toward her desk. Spencer headed out of the bullpen and down the hall.

Y/N gave her a half-hearted smile. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a little bit. Just wanted to finish up a couple things here.”

“Well, don’t stay too late.” JJ pressed her lips together for a moment before adding, “Maybe you and Spence could drive together. He said he might not make it, but if he had some company...”

Y/N hoped her immediate flush wasn’t too obvious. After nearly a year in the unit, she finally felt like she had built some solid relationships with the team, and Spencer was no exception. She relished their card games on the jet, the laughs over too-sweet coffee, discussions about books and films and music. But she also adored the way his hair sometimes curled and fell into his eyes, his animated and rambling tangents, the way his hands traced over the tiny print of his books. Most of her adult life had been spent surrounded by men who would gather up her trust in their pitted hands and crush it on a whim. She’d kept her heart behind glass for a long while, but Spencer was slowly chipping away at the fragile panels. She was certain he had no idea that he was even holding the chisel; but just about everyone else seemed to have figured it out. JJ, with her hands clasped together and an eager smile, definitely had. Y/N smiled, too. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“So we’ll see you in a bit?” When Y/N nodded, JJ gave her a warm smile and headed out.

Turning back to the case file, Y/N pressed her fingers to her temple and looked over the documents. Some of the pieces fit together, but the whole case felt littered with gaps and holes. The tale that Theo had woven about The Believers seemed true enough— his parents were simply the suppliers of potential cult members. Although, she still couldn’t figure out the reason for the kidnapping and torture. There were much easier ways to recruit vulnerable people.

She flipped past the pages of written statements and read over the report from the warehouse raid. It was short— the take down of Merva was too easy. Why was he sitting alone in an empty warehouse with only two unarmed, sleeping followers as a defense? Where was the rest of the cult? Matt was correct that most cults fall apart without their leader; unless the loss of a leader was a possibility they’d already prepared for.

The burns on Quinn’s hands didn’t make sense, either. Why use the initiation ritual as a torture device? Shouldn’t that be saved for people who had accepted the invitation? And then there was the one coincidence that nagged at her the most: what were the chances that Theo just happened to be enrolled in Spencer's course? Why did Spencer seem to be at the center of the whole thing?

Y/N sighed as her phone lit up with a message from JJ. She realized she’d been poring over the file for twenty-five minutes, and she had to laugh. As the least experienced profiler on the team, what could she possibly see that the others hadn’t? She closed the case file and quickly packed up, grabbing her jacket and bag and making her way toward the elevator lobby. She paused at the glass doors, retrieving her phone and pulling up Spencer’s contact information. Her thumb hovered over the call button for a long moment before she huffed out a breath. If even JJ hadn’t been able to convince him to go, there was no way she’d be able to change his mind. Despite herself, she glanced down the hall, allowing herself one moment to imagine an alternate timeline where she asked him to come along with her— to Rossi’s, to the moon, anywhere.

With a sigh, Y/N pushed open the glass doors and saw Agent Meadows leading Quinn to the elevator. She pushed down the little red flag in the back of her mind. As she stepped onto the elevator, she smiled politely at the two agents.

“I knew you didn’t do it. I just knew,” Meadows said to Quinn. She turned to Y/N. “And I can’t tell you what a privilege it’s been working with the A-Team on this case.”

Something about the calm in her voice made Y/N uneasy. “Yeah, it’s— um. It’s a great team to be a part of.” Her phone lit up again, this time with a phone call from JJ. “Okay, okay,” she muttered under her breath. Y/N answered the call, half an ear still listening to Meadows speak to Quinn. “Hey, I’m just leaving now.”

“Are you still at the BAU?” JJ demanded, voice low.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. But I’m in the elevator,” Y/N answered.

“Listen, we’re pretty sure Quinn was converted,” JJ told her. Y/N’s heart dropped into her shoes. “I need you to make sure he doesn’t leave that building. We’re coming back now. Where’s Spence?”

Y/N took a breath to try to even out her voice before speaking again. “Mom, we already talked about this. I don’t know.”

JJ paused. “Is Quinn in the elevator with you?”

“Yep.” JJ spoke quietly to someone on the other end of the phone. Y/N watched as the elevator dinged to the floor of the parking garage. “I’m going to have to hang up, mom. I’m gonna lose you, but I’ll try to take care of it tonight, okay?”

“Y/N, we’re on our—” The call dropped as the elevator hit the basement level.

Y/N took a deep breath to steady her voice. “Ugh, lost her.” She glanced at Meadows and Quinn, forced a smile and shrugged. “Elevators, right?”

The elevator doors began to open and Y/N stepped out, surreptitiously reaching for her holster. She had just lifted the strap when she heard the crack of metal hitting bone. Her face hit the concrete before she realized it was her own skull that bore the impact. She watched as her gun skidded across the parking lot floor, the taste of iron flooding her mouth. “Fuck,” she muttered, wincing in pain and scrambling up off the ground as a gunshot went off.

She didn’t feel the impact of the bullet. She looked down at her body, expecting to see a blooming rose of blood. She stared dumbly for a second too long, before remembering that she needed to get to her gun. Her hand instinctively went to her nose as she stumbled forward, coming away wet with blood.

“Stop, Agent Y/L/N.”

She heard the sound of a gun cocking, and then another. She closed her eyes and ran through an internal stream of curses. Raising her hands up, she turned slowly around. An older white man stood to her left, his gun trained on her. Meadows walked slowly towards her, lowering her own weapon. Quinn leaned against the back of the elevator, clutching his abdomen and blood staining the front of his shirt.

“Surprise,” Meadows sang, a sick smile spreading across her face. She stopped in front of Y/N, sweeping her hand in the direction of the man. “Now, John’s going to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. Get in the car.”

Y/N glanced in the direction of the vehicle, a dark sedan, driver armed to the teeth as well. “The team knows something’s up. You won’t make it out of this garage alive.”

Meadows laughed, loud and unhinged. “Oh honey. They’re not looking for lil ol’ me. And they sure as hell won’t be looking for an ambulance.” Her smile returned. “Plus, I already erased 299 murders from the Bureau’s radar. What’s a couple more? Now, shut up... and get in the car.”

Y/N moved to the open car door, keeping her back as straight as possible and her chin up, refusing to show them any cowardice. The barrel of the gun jabbed her in the back as she lowered herself into the vehicle. The door slammed shut, and in a moment, the gun was back on her, the man sitting next to her in the backseat. Y/N waited for the car to pull out, still trying to make sense of it all. Meadows was a Believer? What did she mean by “erased” 299 murders? Why would she blow her cover to shoot Quinn? Did she think that he had figured her out? Or that Y/N had? If that was the case, why not just shoot her? Why wasn’t the car moving?

“Drop your gun, Agent Reid,” Meadows’ muffled voice penetrated the inside of the vehicle. Y/N’s heart began to race. John dug the gun further into her side.

“It’s been you the whole time,” Spencer deduced.

“Yes, it was. Quinn somehow figured it out first. Pity having to shoot him,” Meadows mocked. “But he can’t give me what I want. And you can.”

“What’s that?” Y/N’s brain scrambled to put the pieces together as she listened to the exchange. Spencer was at the heart of it after all. It was right there, she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Meadows continued, “You and I are going to go upstairs and free my Messiah.”

“You’re in the heart of the FBI. As soon as the rest of my team figures out it’s you, you’ll be dead before you’re out the door.” Y/N hoped to god that he was right.

“Then we need to work quickly.”

“I’m not going to cooperate with you,” Spencer told her. “Might as well shoot me.” Y/N didn’t even have time to panic before the car shifted into drive.

“I have a better idea.” On Meadows’ cue, the driver squealed out of the parking space and into Spencer’s line of sight. His eyes fell on Y/N, hands nearly pressed against the window, John’s gun pointed at her head. “Now, what’s it gonna be? Because you can either join us, or she dies.”

Y/N tried to radiate her rage through her eyes and screamed, “Reid, just shoot her! Shoot her!” The last thing she saw before the second crack of steel against her skull was the hesitation in Spencer’s eyes.

⧭⧭⧭

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned at the pounding of her head, the rhythm of her heartbeat throbbing in the space behind her ears. She tried to lift her hand to check for blood, only to strain against the hold of a zip tie attached to the base of the chair. Instead, she surveyed the room around her. A warehouse, lots of shipping containers, and even more men— this time armed with assault rifles and machine guns. One stood at the entrance point of the small area she was being kept in.

She worked through her memory, putting the pieces together. Meadows was a Believer, had been for quite some time to pull all of this off. Quinn wasn’t special, he just got in the way of her real target. Ben Merva might have been the messiah, but Spencer Reid was clearly just as important to whatever mission they were carrying out. Every twisting thread of information somehow traced back to him: Theo in his class, Quinn’s attachment to him, Meadows’ demand that he be the one to free Merva.

“Good, you’re awake.” Meadows strode through the space with a laptop in hand. “I need your handiwork.”

Y/N stared at her. “Is that so?’

Meadows set the laptop on the barrel in front of Y/N and then leaned down to cut the zip tie. “Besides being my collateral for the good doctor, you’re also going to help me access CIRG’s surveillance data.”

“Fuck you.” Y/N spat on Meadows’ shoes. “I’m doing nothing for you.” Her head rolled back, eyes piercing daggers into Meadows. “You should just kill me now, because this is a waste of your time. And I’m sure you know the A-Team isn’t going to waste theirs.”

Meadows narrowed her eyes and gave a theatrical sigh. “I should’ve known you’d make this difficult.” She nodded to John, standing at the entranceway.

Y/N spat again, this time to rid her mouth of the taste of blood. She steeled herself for the next onslaught, compartmentalizing every emotion outside of her fury. Her mind raced to salvage and scrutinize the memories from her time in CIRG, trying desperately to identify what Meadows could be looking for in the surveillance reports. The Believers hadn’t even been on the Bureau’s radar. The reason had to be linked to their interest in Spencer… a piece of information that involved both Spencer Reid and the existing surveillance data. A single grain that could bring the whole damn bushel down.

She heard a scuffle at the entrance of the room and raised her head. Her heart jumped into her throat at the sight of Spencer, bloodied and bruised. John dragged him into the room, throwing him down onto his knees in front of Y/N. His eyes tracked over her face and clouded over with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

“Shit, Reid—”

“I’m fine—I’m sure it looks worse than it is,” he murmured. The concern in his eyes told Y/N she looked about as bad as she felt. “Are you all right?”

“I should’ve seen it. I should’ve known—”

“No,” Spencer interrupted. “This isn’t your fault. We all missed it.”

“What’s the end game here?” Y/N asked. “What’re they doing?”

“I’m going to be their last victim.” Spencer shook his head, barely able to keep himself upright. “I don’t know why, but I overheard them. There have been hundreds.”

Meadows stepped up behind Spencer, grinning at Y/N. “Have you changed your mind? I sure hope you have.” She raised her gun to his head. “Because if you don’t do what I want, I’ll blow his big, beautiful brains out.”

Spencer locked eyes with Y/N. She held his gaze for a moment, then tilted her head slightly as the gears started turning. The tie between Spencer and Benjamin was where it all unraveled. “No, I don’t think you will.”

Meadows’ grin faltered for less than a second, but it was long enough that Y/N knew she was right. “Is that right?” Meadows questioned.

“Yeah, it is.” She furrowed her brow, and Spencer looked at her. “You need him, don’t you? Alive.” Meadows’ tongue darted out to wet her lips, and Y/N was sure. “Because this isn’t just about Benjamin Merva. It’s about Benjamin Cyrus. It’s about Liberty Ranch.”

Meadows held her gaze for five seconds, then ten seconds. Y/N raised her chin, refusing to be the one to blink first. Meadows shifted the trajectory of her gun a foot to her right and fired off one shot. The breeze from the bullet shifted Y/N’s hair.

“You have two minutes to decide,” Meadows advised. The phone in her hand began ringing. “The next one won’t miss.” She answered the phone and stepped out.

Spencer spoke quickly. “Do whatever she’s asking. We have to get you out of here.”

“Reid, are your eyes broken?” Y/N snapped. “There’s a cult loyalist with a machine gun every five feet. You got a plan for that?”

“Listen to me.” His voice was calm, determined. “You’re right about them wanting me alive.”

The frustration bled through Y/N’s voice. “You should have just shot her.”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t do that.”

“You could’ve shot all three of them and ended this in the garage,” Y/N argued.

“And then I would have watched you die,” he said quietly. “That was never even an option.”

“I’m failing to see how that would have been any worse than this. Look at us.” She gestured wildly between them. She watched as the storm of emotion returned, a cyclone swirling in seas of gold and brown. “The team needs you. Spencer, I—” I need you. She reached a hand up, almost touching his face before dropping it back in her lap. He had found the chink in her carefully constructed armor; a fissure he’d fractured a little further with every smile, every look, every moment. All at once she knew she’d never be able to keep him out, no matter how much it might hurt.

“You’ve got one minute,” Meadows barked, hovering over them.

“Y/L/N, listen to me… Please...” Spencer’s voice was thick with tears. “Tell my mom—” The phone rang again, and Meadows stepped away to answer it. Spencer dropped to a whisper. His eyes flashed with urgency. “They’re taking me and Theo. We’ll distract them. The car we were in is right outside the door. We’re 18 minutes from Quantico. Turn left outside the parking lot, take a right at the light, you’ll recognize the rest. They stay off the highways.”

Y/N’s voice was frantic when she asked, “What about you?”

His eyes pleaded with her to respect what he was asking her to do. “I’ll delay them. Get the rest of the team back here. And do not worry about me.” John hauled up him off the floor.

“Time’s up.” Meadows, in a rare display of mercy, allowed them a hug.

Spencer leaned into her and Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She squeezed as hard as she could and whispered his name. She felt him take a deep breath into her hair, holding it for one impossibly long moment. Just before she released her hold on him, he mumbled, “It’s all happening. 10:23.” John dragged him back out the way they’d came.

“I gave you what you wanted.” Meadows ordered, “Get to it. Now.”

⧭⧭⧭

Y/N worked and waited, then watched and worried. Spencer spoke to Meadows. He was stalling her, offering a deal, boosting her ego, granting Y/N the opportunity to mentally prepare. But no matter how much time he gave her, she would never be prepared to leave him in that warehouse. He met her eyes across the movements of the operation and gave her an imperceptible nod before lunging forward to reach for John’s gun.

Chaos exploded throughout the warehouse. Theo ran in one direction, accosted by half a dozen Believers. Spencer and John tussled over the gun, one fighting for control and the other fighting the inevitable. Y/N sprinted, largely unnoticed, toward the huge sliding doors left slightly ajar. Bursting out into the night air, she immediately spotted one of the black sedans, unbelievably unlocked and with the keys in the ignition. She slammed the door behind her, turned the key, hesitated with her eyes on the door and her mind on Spencer for one moment too long. A single gunshot sounded from inside the warehouse.

Meadows raced out of the doorway, gun drawn. “Stop!” She pointed her gun at Y/N and there was nothing to do but step on the gas. Y/N had her eyes wide open as Meadows bounced off the windshield and onto the asphalt. She didn’t look back.

She drove. Left out of the parking lot. Just a dark, rural road—nothing particularly special or descript. She drove. Right at the stoplight. Then it was, just as Spencer said, familiar terrain. She wondered how it was possible to have seemed so far away— a world away— when it was right under their proverbial nose. She drove.

Her brain navigated of its own volition. Her mind couldn’t have been farther from the inside of the vehicle. She didn’t realize she’d arrived at the Bureau until she was attempting to pull into her usual parking spot, only to be met with her own abandoned car.

She turned the car off, left the keys in the ignition, and nearly floated out into the garage; up the elevator; across the cold floors of the lobby. Her body had walked this same path so many times before; it carried her without hesitation. She could hear the voices of the team, drifting through the open glass doors.

“She accepted their help knowing she would betray the government,” Tara deduced.

“Not every survivor wanted help,” JJ clarified.

Rossi continued, “We ran those who left the ranch and kept their names. A few relocated in rural Maryland and Virginia.”

“They could be helping now,” Luke suggested. “Any of them have large pieces of property?”

“A few,” Emily confirmed. Y/N turned the corner as she continued, “The Washington field office has started searches in Maryland. We’ll take the lead in Virginia.”

As she moved into the doorway, JJ’s eyes went wide and she rushed to Y/N’s side. “Oh my god, are you hurt?” She gently grabbed Y/N by the shoulders.

“It’s a warehouse in Hillcrest,” Y/N said flatly, eyes unfocused. “I can take you there, but we have to hurry. They hurt Reid; he looked— bad. He told me to r-run and take the car, but he’s still there.” Everyone headed for the doors except JJ and Garcia. “They won’t be there long, they have lots of trucks.” Y/N’s eyes locked on JJ, and for the first time since the whole ordeal started, she allowed herself to splinter, just a little. “I heard a gunshot. JJ, I heard a gunshot. I tried—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” JJ nodded, drawing her into a hug. “I know. I know you tr—”

“I left him there.” Her voice broke, but she couldn’t cry. Not yet. “I couldn’t get him. There was no way to save hi—”

“Stop,” JJ ordered, pulling out of the hug. “Y/N, look at me. You got out, you got back to us. If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t even know about the warehouse.”

“What if— what if I got him killed?” Y/N asked.

“You didn’t get anyone killed. Spence knew what he was doing.” JJ’s voice softened. “That’s what he does. He always figures things out before the rest of us. He has a plan and getting you back to Quantico was part of it.” She raised her eyebrows, making sure Y/N was listening. “And now we have to help him by putting the rest of it together.”

Y/N ran a hand over her face. “You’re right. Of course, you’re right.”

Garcia stepped forward and laid a hand on her arm. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll get Reid back.”

They cleaned the blood from her face and hair as best they could in the bathroom sink. JJ patched up the lacerations with steri-strips. Back in the conference room, Garcia insisted she should get screened for a concussion as Y/N rubbed the knot on the back of her head. “There’s no time. Reid said, ‘It’s all happening. 10:23.’”

“But it’s past that,” JJ considered.

“So what did he mean?” Garcia asked.

“Could be a clue here.” Rossi's voice came over the speakerphone from inside the warehouse. “They got sloppy since they left in a hurry.”

“Okay, well you can’t be that far behind them,” JJ insisted.

“I know,” Emily agreed. “But there’s easy access to three major highways, and we don’t know which way they went.”

“Right, but they’re in tractor trailers. That means we can track them through weigh stations.”

“Garcia?” Emily prompted.

“In order to do that, I’d need the transponder identification numbers,” Garcia answered.

“Which we have no way of knowing,” Rossi sighed. “Everything they used was almost definitely forged.”

“We’re going to do another sweep here, and then we’ll head back,” Emily said. “Try to map out the most likely routes they’d use to get out of dodge.”

JJ hung up and looked to Y/N. “What do you remember about the warehouse?”

Y/N pressed her fingers into her temples. “It was full of supplies. They were disguising them, but they had stockpiles of weapons and ammunition; non-perishables and other food items; water. Enough to be off the grid for at least a year.” Y/N leaned back in her chair. “But it wasn’t just about The Believers. I mean, we know they’re a reincarnation of the Separatarian Sect.” She looked at JJ and Garcia. “It was more than that, though. Reid was at the center of everything; he was the target all along. Merva is the messiah, but it somehow all comes back to Spence.”

“Makes sense. They blame him for the downfall of the Sect,” JJ supplied.

“Yeah.” Y/N cracked her knuckles. “But—and I can’t—I can’t really explain it, but Meadows really wanted to kill Reid right then. She was— she was irritated, more than anything else.”

“So what stopped her?” Garcia asked.

“That’s what I can’t figure out. She threatened me with it, with ‘blowing his brains out,’ but I— called her bluff. And she was pissed.” Y/N rapped her knuckles on the table. “I mean, really, really furious. Which tells me that, even though she wanted to, she couldn’t kill him.” She looked between the two of them. “Merva was pulling the strings, and he wouldn’t let her do it there.”

“So it matters where the final sacrifice takes place,” JJ concluded. “We’ve got to figure out where they’re going.”

⧭⧭⧭

They’d been rehashing the details over and over. Liberty Ranch, The Strangler investigation, The Believers, Meadows, Merva, Cyrus, 300 victims, the hyoid bones, all of it. About the only thing they knew for sure was how far the cult could get in the trucks. Spencer could have told them the exact square mileage, but the potential geographical range of the trucks was dauntingly large. Y/N tried not to panic as she stared at the map.

“If this is about a Believer's rebirth, babies are born with 300 bones,” JJ said. “And they’re taking the hyoids.”

“And the hyoids we had in evidence are missing, which means Merva needed them back,” Tara reasoned. “And that means they mean more to the end game than we thought.”

Y/N felt her patience waning. “But why did Reid need us to know it all happens at 10:23?” Y/N hated that her voice sounded snappy and desperate. “That’s got to be important. It’s the last thing he said to me.”

Matt put his hand on her shoulder. “Listen, you’re right. It means something to him. We’re trying to figure it out.”

“Yeah, well, we better figure it out soon.” Y/N shrugged off his hand, pushed back from her seat at the conference room table, and turned for the door. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Every minute they spent floating ideas was another mile between them and Spencer. Another moment closer to losing him. She shoved the bathroom door open, hurrying into the stall and emptying the contents of her stomach.

She slumped back against the side of the stall, head gently knocking into the cool metal. She needed to pull herself together. The team was always strongest when they did their group think sessions, building upon each other’s knowledge and perspectives and filling in the gaps. If they’d done more of that earlier— if she’d had the confidence to call it out as soon as she saw the holes, Spencer might not be locked in the back of a truck, hundreds of miles away.

Y/N hoisted herself off the ground and out of the stall. She braced her hands on the counter top and tried to breathe evenly. She turned on the water and splashed her face, tapping against her cheeks. With water dripping down the planes of her face, she stared herself down in the mirror, willing her tired brain to make that last connection, to find that missing thread. It was all about the Benjamins, and she had a feeling that Cyrus was the key.

Y/N rolled her shoulders back and made her way to the conference room. She listened to their rotating conversation, knowing that this team was the only group of people capable of getting Spencer back alive.

“We have confirmation that there’s been no activity in or around the old ranch,” Matt informed them, pocketing his phone.

“If this is about rebirth, they’ll choose a new place,” Luke posited, arms crossed.

Tara leaned over the table. “Given their adoration of Cyrus and his love for the country, he’d want them to stay within our borders.”

“But Benjamin Cyrus wasn’t his real name, and he wasn’t born into the Sect,” Y/N reminded them quietly. Everyone turned to look at her. She gave an apology grimace to Matt. He just shrugged and smiled, motioning her over to the table.

Garcia nodded. “Right, let’s see. Uh, he and his mom arrived there when he was a teenager. He was kicked out for molesting girls. And then he served time in prison in Kentucky.”

“And that’s where he found religion,” Y/N recalled, thinking back to the report she’d studied dozens of times. “So he was reborn as Benjamin Cyrus in Kentucky.” She closed her eyes and flipped through her mental file cabinet, looking for 10:23.

“That’s within the area,” Garcia confirmed. “Maybe that’s where they’re headed?”

“Find out what city he was born in or where he was in prison,” Luke said. “We’ll spread out from there.”

“He found religion,” Y/N repeated, mostly to herself. “Chapter ten, verse twenty-three. 10:23 isn’t a time.” Y/N shook her head and then dragged her hand through her hair. “It’s scripture.”

“Let’s get in the air; we can narrow down which verse and city before we land,” Emily instructed.

⧭⧭⧭

“We’re approaching Kentucky; the pilot needs to know where to touch down,” Rossi informed them.

The team was scattered throughout the jet, scrolling through scripture on their tablets, reading out verses. Y/N held her chin in her hand, eyes unfocused, dragging a net along the furthest corners of her mind.

“Hey guys, listen to this,” JJ said. “Matthew chapter ten, verse twenty-three: ‘When you are persecuted in one place, flee to another.’”

“They’re going to the next town,” Emily said.

“Flee to the next town. But which one?” asked Garcia.

“Their end game is also a new beginning,” Rossi explained. “Cyrus brought religion back to the cult. They’d honor that by wanting to start fresh.”

Y/N raised her head. “Like the Garden of Eden.”

“That’s how 300 fits,” Tara concluded. “That was the number of angels that protected the Garden of Eden. Are there any Edens in Kentucky?”

The sound of Garcia tapping across the keyboard came through the laptop. “Um, no, but there are two synonyms: Canaan and Arcadia.”

“Cyrus is the original messiah. Which one is closer to where he was born?” Y/N asked.

“Arcadia,” Garcia informed them.

Y/N stood up. “That’s where they’re going.”

“Garcia, pull land deeds. I’ll notify SWAT,” Emily instructed.

JJ grabbed Y/N’s hand. “We’re going to get him.”

Y/N met her eyes. “I just hope we’re not too late.”

⧭⧭⧭

The new compound proved easy to find. In the middle of nowhere but illuminated by hundreds of lights, there were rows and rows of tents. The team began strategizing, looking for the best route to Spencer.

Emily tried to convince Y/N, now showing clear concussion symptoms, to stay with the SUVs.

“With all due respect, there is no way in hell that I’m going to sit in this car while Reid gets sacrificed by a homicidal cult leader,” Y/N said. There was a hushed pause, the team exchanging knowing glances.

“Fair enough,” Emily conceded. “Matt and JJ, I want you on the left side. Luke and Tara, the right. Dave and Y/N, you’re with me. We’re clearing every tent; eliminate any threat that would give away your position.” She unholstered her gun and swept her eyes across the team. “Our objective is to extract Reid with minimal loss.”

As they approached the first line of tents, Y/N could faintly hear Spencer speaking. “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.” Her heart hammered against her ribcage. “A time to be born and a time to die.” She could feel the blood rushing through her ears. “A time to weep and a time to pluck up that which has been planted.”

“Okay, he’s stalling,” Meadows snapped. “That’s enough!”

“All right. Let the sacrifice begin.” That was Merva now, riling up the followers. “Protect us from all harm.”

As Merva led The Believers in a monotone chant, Y/N tried to block it out. She scanned a tent, watched as SWAT took out a bodyguard, looked for Spencer. Rinse and repeat, again and again. It was taking too long.

“And we thank Our Guardian, who will protect this family now and always,” Merva’s voice rang out. “Spencer: keeper of provisions!” Y/N saw the gathering of followers, but she couldn’t see Spencer.

The SWAT commander stopped them. They had reached the final line of tents. He signaled to the leaders on each side. They were ready to strike.

Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd. She could just barely make out some sort of hanging mobile, white u-shaped decorations suspended from string. The hyoids, she realized, a wave of nausea hitting her like a truck.

Merva continued, “You have given selflessly to others and will be rewarded by the highest honor we could bestow. Your blood will be our blood. Your life will fuel ours.”

A gunshot rang out. The followers gasped. There was a split second of calm before the bedlam. Y/N took a single breath. Then she heard Matt yell; saw John lift his rifle and be felled by a solo shot to the head; watched Luke take down another bodyguard directly after.

And then she saw him. Strapped down under a canopy of bones, Spencer was silent and unmoving. He didn’t struggle. He didn’t call out. And there was Merva, knife in hand— still trying to complete his mission.

She didn’t vacillate, barely breathed, just let her legs carry her forward. She heard Emily call out his name. When Merva turned, the curved blade of the knife poised at the column of Spencer's throat, Y/N’s trigger finger compressed. She felt the gun recoil, felt the force of the shot travel up her arm as she put a single bullet in his chest. As he fell, she didn’t stop, just stepped over him, knew one of the others would take care of it.

She tripped over the small platform Spencer was restrained on, stumbling and holstering her gun. Her hands moved over the straps, loosening the one over his waist, then the ones at his hands, finally pushing the leather from his head. He panted and muttered his thanks, but she didn’t dare speak, afraid that if she did, she’d never be able to stop. Instead, she flung her arms over his shoulders, pulling him down and close and over her heart. She wondered if he could feel the way it pummeled against her chest, because to her it felt like it might smash through at any moment. His arms came around her, chin resting on her shoulder, nose in her hair. She heard him inhale and hold his breath, a mirror of that last moment together in the warehouse. She held onto him as an overboard sailor holds a life ring: single-minded, unrelenting, desperate.

There was a touch on her opposite shoulder and Y/N swung around, adrenaline still racing through her veins. JJ put her hand out in a placating motion, and Y/N came back to herself, allowing JJ to step forward and help Spencer off the platform. Y/N let out a breath and reached a hand out to steady herself, only to flinch when it brushed one of the straps that had held Spencer down. Luke caught her on one side, Tara on the other. She grasped at them, her emotions teetering right along with her physical form. Luke pulled her out from under the macabre canopy and into a hug. Tara held her hand. For the first time since the parking garage, she let herself go.

⧭⧭⧭

The jet was quiet. The team was spread out around the cabin, each of them lost in their own heads. There was a tranquility over the space, one that only ever happened when unmitigated relief overwhelmed even the joy or fulfillment of a life saved.

Y/N sat in one of the single seats, across the aisle from where Spencer was settled. Tara and Luke had finally convinced her to get checked out by the EMTs, who had confirmed her concussion. She convinced herself that the fuzziness on the corners of her vision was just a symptom of that, not a product of the tears she was struggling to hold back.

The team each stopped by Spencer’s seat, patting his shoulder, squeezing his hand, or in Rossi’s case, gently ruffling his hair. They all spoke briefly in hushed, grateful tones. All except Y/N. She couldn’t formulate a sentence that seemed adequate. There was simultaneously too much and nothing to say. Everything felt contrived or insufficient or intemperate.

Spencer was safe. They hadn’t been too late. He was bruised and undoubtedly sore, but ultimately, he’d been through worse. So why was her heart still aching? Why couldn’t she catch her breath? She hadn’t spoken more than a few words since leaving the raid, so why did her throat feel like it was on fire? She closed her eyes, leaned her head back. She incessantly pressed her hands together, trying to crack her sore knuckles over and over again.

A pair of hands gently closed over her own, stopping the abuse, and she didn’t have to open her eyes to know who they belonged to. His thumbs stroked over the backs of her hands and she cursed the tears that spilled over her bottom lashes. He didn’t say anything, didn’t force her to look at him or acknowledge her shattering. He waited her out, rubbing a rhythm on her skin and steadying her without a word. She opened her eyes but couldn’t bring herself to look at him just yet. Instead she focused on their joined hands, reciprocating the gentle pulses he gave every so often.

She turned her head to wipe her wet cheeks on her shoulder as the landing announcement came over the cabin speaker. She did look at him then, and the emotion in his gaze left her feeling raw and exposed. Their hands reluctantly separated to buckle their seat belts. Y/N closed her eyes again, turning her face into the warmth of the early morning sun as the jet began its descent.

When they landed, everyone wearily shuffled off the plane, eager to get home to their beds. Penelope met them at the elevator, enveloping Spencer in a long hug, the rest of the team smiling at their embrace. They each moved through the bullpen, gathering their things and talking quietly. Y/N’s eyes paused on her bag, brought up from the parking garage by one of the team after she’d gone missing. They lingered for a long moment on the case file, still sitting where she’d left it hours ago, before she let herself let it go. She grabbed her bag and turned to see Spencer standing in the aisle, hands in his pockets and eyes fixed on her.

“Hey,” she said dumbly.

He smiled. “Hi.”

Her hands wrung the straps of her bag. “How—how’re you holding up?”

“I’ve been worse.” He shrugged. “How’s your head?”

“I’ve been worse,” she agreed.

“That’s good. Because I think after all that, the least you could do is give me a ride home,” he joked.

Y/N knew he was trying to reassure her that he was fine, but she couldn’t bring herself to laugh. If anything, his attempts to provide comfort made her feel worse. Because she couldn’t forget the sound of the gunshot at the warehouse, the sight of the knife at his throat, the feeling of nearly losing someone whom she knew she could love if she just had more time. Too exhausted to hide her emotions, she could tell by the change in Spencer’s eyes that the pain was apparent on her face.

“Actually, you probably shouldn’t be driving, even if it’s just a mild concussion. Where are your keys?”

“It’s fine. I’m all ri—” Y/N started.

“I know I phrased that as a question, but I’m not really asking.” He held out his hand.

Normally she would have argued, but she just didn’t have the energy. Y/N dug into her bag, fishing out the keys and dropping them into his hand. He closed his fingers around them and jerked his head toward the door. “Come on,” he murmured. He waved to the rest of the team, and Y/N nodded, avoiding their eyes.

The ride in the elevator was silent. The walk to the car, too. They were pulling out of the garage before Spencer finally broke the silence.

“You know this wasn’t your fault, right?” he asked. Y/N stayed quiet. “We all missed the connection to Liberty Ranch.”

“But I knew something was off, and I didn’t say anything. I— I almost came to find you before I left, and if I had just done that—”

“Y/N,” Spencer interrupted. “The plan was already in motion. Meadows and Merva would have just figured out another way to execute it.” His fingers tightened on the wheel. “And without you and the leads from the warehouse, the team might not have figured it out in time.”

Y/N opened her mouth before realizing she didn’t have a response. She didn’t even want to consider that possibility. She leaned her head against the window, pressing the thumb and fingers of one hand into her eyes to stave off the throbbing.

Graciously, Spencer let her remain in silence the rest of the ride to her apartment. There was so much to say, especially now; she didn’t know where to begin. And even after everything, she couldn’t stop herself from bringing up that wall— protecting herself from what she knew could hurt her more than any unsub.

They pulled onto her street, fairly empty at such an early hour. Spencer parked in front of her apartment, opening the car door and coming around the other side of the car. She expected him to give her the keys, but as she exited the car, he waited by the gate for her. “I’ll walk you up.”

Spencer opened the gate, allowing her to walk through before closing it behind them and following her up the sidewalk. “I need the keys,” she told him.

He shook his head as if to clear it. “Right, right.” He placed them into her outstretched hand, and she wondered if she imagined his fingers lingering over hers.

When they reached her door, she unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open, stepping over the threshold. He waited outside, hands in his pockets. Y/N rolled her keys in her hand, and Spencer watched them.

“Um— thank you for—” Y/N started.

“I told Emily on the jet, and I’ll tell you now.” Spencer raised his eyes to meet hers. There was that look again, the one she couldn’t quite identify. “I’ve always had a hard time saying what I feel. And maybe sometimes it’s because I’m afraid of being disappointed. But sometimes it’s because the words I’m looking for don’t exist in the English language.”

“Spence—”

“Please just let me get this out,” he said. “There have been a couple moments over the past few months where I thought maybe we were sharing mamihlapinatapei.”

“Mamih what?” Y/N asked.

“Mamihlapinatapei.” He repeated, gesturing with his hands. “It’s a Yagan word that originates on the Tierra del Fuego archipelago off the southern tip of Argentina. It translates succinctly as ‘the wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to do so.’”

“Oh.” Y/N felt a flush rising up in her cheeks.

Suddenly, Spencer couldn’t meet her eyes. “I, um—I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize our friendship or make things awkward at work. But last night, I… I just— I’ve had too many moments in my life where I thought it might be my last, and I hadn’t said all the things I needed to say.” He met her eyes again, and there was that familiar storm. “Last night I was out of time, and I hadn’t told you how I feel, and I realized that I wouldn’t get another chance, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I needed to—”

Y/N stepped forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and crashed their mouths together. She tried to pour everything into the kiss: every blush, every worry, every laugh, every panicked moment, every mamihlapinatapei. Spencer cradled her face in his hands, opening his mouth and capturing her bottom lip, accepting everything she gave him. She wound one of her hands into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer and grounding herself to this new reality that almost wasn’t. The height of the kiss tapered off, and Y/N drew back, untangling her fingers from his hair and her heart from his grasp. Spencer watched her carefully, honey eyes uncertain.

“I do. Feel the same,” Y/N confirmed. Spencer’s lips twitched. “I’m not good at vulnerability. I’ve got a great track record of getting hurt.” Spencer grabbed her hand and opened his mouth, but Y/N continued, “But then I thought we might lose you, that time was out, and that I— I wouldn’t get the chance to see if you could be— if this could be more.” She gestured between them and then met his eyes again. “And I guess being vulnerable isn’t so bad in comparison. Because I think I could fall in love with you. I think maybe it’s already happening.” She held her breath and pressed her lips together, fighting the regret of saying too much.

“Actually, there’s a word for that, too.” Spencer smiled, warm and soft and genuine. “Forelsket. The origin is Norwegian, and it roughly translates to ‘the euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.’”

“Forelsket?” Y/N asked.

“Well, it’s more like forelsket,” Spencer corrected.

“Wow, okay, 187.” Y/N laughed for the first time in what felt like days. “Forelsket.”

“Better,” Spencer praised. “There’s also the Tagalog version, kilig.”

Y/N took a step closer to him and smoothed his shirt where her hands had wrinkled it. “Translation?”

“‘The sudden feeling of an inexplicable joy one gets when something romantic happens,’ or alternatively ‘the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.’” Spencer moved his hand to her waist and stepped over the threshold.

Y/N cupped his cheek in her hand, soothing the bruises and guiding him back to her. “Yeah. Sounds about right.”

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no-i-didnt-notice-im-short · 4 years

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CM Criticism.

I am writing this instead of sleeping so bear with me. These are just a few, believe me i have more and i might make a part 2 of this post focusing more on the others. (if you want that, tell me so i can speed it up. imma write it anyways)

Part two of this rant

Mind you, Criminal Minds is one of my favorite shows so this is coming out of a place of love and maybe I am a bit late to the party considering i started watching it fully this year only.

I took a break from Criminal minds a while ago to catch up on Supernatural’s seasons 13,14 and 15 before 15.5 aired 2 weeks ago (then i re-watched a few of the earlier seasons for nostalgia reasons) and once i went back to season 13 of Criminal Minds (i am currently mid-14) i can’t help but hate this tiny very important detail of CM’s:

They should’ve fleshed out the characters more.

They should’ve gave us more episodes of the BAU being a family and just chilling. There is a reason S7 finale is the best one. They should’ve gave us WAY more character-centric episodes.

There were some episodes that could’ve been replaced with an episode that focused more on our main characters with their families or with their traumas instead of it being just 5 mins at the end of the episode.

Have they not noticed how well the episodes that focused on our characters did?

Entropy. God, Entorpy. That whole episode had a case but it focused on my boi Reid and it’s the highest rated episode of the show.

100, Zugzwang, Profiler Profiled, Minimal Loss, Amplification, True Genius, LAUREN, Damaged... so on.

I know the first two have deaths in them that make it heartbreaking, but the others don’t.

They RARELY address anything on this show.

Reid was a DRUG ADDICT. This should’ve been addressed way more than it was. And not just in passing like S7 Ep2 did. Why didnt they show us Reid sympathizing with drug victims. They had cases with non-consensual drug use. What about going to more meetings? Don’t get me fucking started how poorly they handled it with the team’s LACK of reaction or help or support.

What about his friend (ex-lover but i am not gonna touch on that, they totally fucked in New Orleans) Ethan? Was he even mentioned again? Why is Reid shown as a loner all throughout the show but they said he coached basketball ball and had a friend in Ethan. I get the characteristic of him being a loner and the bullying but he did say that “his social standpoint changed once he coached basketball” also he seemed to have friends in that episode in S1 at the bar. He plays chess in the park, surely there were people his age.

Also is he not close to Will? I feel like he would be considering he is his son’s godfather. Also i want to know how well Reid and Stephen Gideon knew each other. They hugged when they saw each other at Jason’s funeral. Were they friends through Jason?

What happened to his Headaches? Was that really just a reason to introduce Maeve into the story? I don’t think so.

They showed Reid buying a piano, did he learn how to play?

He was banned from casinos in Las Vegas, what’s the story there and how was he caught.

He took care of his mother from 8 or 9 to 18. That needed to be addressed more. Also she slapped him in S12, that is 100% not the first time from Reid’s reaction so i want to know if he had to avoid CPS and how.

Hotch was abused as a child and this was mentioned ONCE. The whole show revolves around trauma, why did they never address it again? He lost hearing in one of his ears due to an explosion and it was mentioned in just ONE other episode. At least his stabbing scar tissue made a reappearance in episode Route 66 with the hallucinations which was also truly one of the most heartbreaking episodes. The only consistent thing they did on this show is Hotch’s relationship with Jack and i am grateful for that.

Hotch’s exit was unjustified and childish. I get that there was a problem BTS but Hotch was is one of the MOST IMPORTANT characters on the entire show and they did us so dirty. It was rude and disrespectful. Did he really not contact the team after Mr. Scratch died besides to tell them that he’s not coming back?

Garcia is a adopted and they mentioned it in 2 episodes. She was recruited instead of going to Jail, she was a criminal. A well respected criminal.

JJ had a miscarriage and Emily had an abortion.

I wanted to know more about Morgan’s home life, his sisters and his mother. What happened to his cousin? Why was he placed in the BAU from the Bomb Squad? That’s a big shift. Is he working now or retired. (i don’t think this was mentioned). Why didn’t they show us his reunion scene with Reid? He meant more than the world to Spencer, not just Garcia. I can’t believe Reid would not tell Morgan he was in prison. Also was Reid named Hank’s godfather? i know Garcia isn’t his godmother.

Look i am not saying all this determines a character’s entire... character. But i just wish they humanized them more then just 5 mins at the beginning of the episode and 5 mins at the end or 2 or 3 episodes out of a 22 episode season. These facts are all we have. The show had 324 episodes.

Maybe i am this worked up about it because I went from re-watching Supernatural to Criminal Minds and they work with two different formulas. But if they had just fleshed out the characters a bit more, it would’ve been better. (Not that Supernatural is any better but that’s another post)

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lils-writes-stuff · 4 years

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All That Remains

Spencer Reid x reader

summary: it’s the readers first day back on the job and the case has a huge plot twist

warning: normal criminal minds things, angst, sadness, gore, fun stuff

A/N: based on season 8 episode episode 14

“Oh my god, okay I know I’ve seen it before, but the ring is just so beautiful on you,” Penelope gushed as she held Y/N’s that adorned her new engagement ring.

The women of the BAU gathered around her on her first day back to admire the ring. Of course, JJ and Penelope had seen it at least once before, but it was a whole different experience seeing it on her hand.

It had been a total of three weeks since Y/N was discharged from the hospital and she was so excited to get back to work. She couldn’t deal with leave again and since she was fine mentally, all she had to do was wait until she was fine physically.

Spencer tended to her needs every waking moment he was home, much to her detest. He even thought about having her call her mother to stay with her until she was completely healed, but he revoked his idea when she gave him a not-so-loving look. But she was grateful none the less for his love and care for her. She was concerned about him though, sure she was stabbed, but he was the one kidnapped. After Spencer’s psych evaluation, he was deemed fit to go back to work. Y/N was very jealous when he got to go back.

“Thank you,” Y/N blushed as her hand moved to Blake to look at the ring.

“He really did a good job of picking it out,” she declared as she examined the ring.

“Who knew Spence had such good taste?” JJ remarked, making the other women laugh.

Spencer heard the last of the conversation and naturally gave his actual reasoning for his choice. “It actually has nothing to do with taste, I made a decision by averaging all of her jewelry together and using an equation to evaluate which rings--”

JJ coughed making Spencer stop. “Spence, I was joking, you did a great job.”

“Right,” Spencer smiled sheepishly.

“It’s okay, Bubs, I think it was really cool how you chose it,” Y/N reassured the man’s insecurities.

He smiled at the compliment and then turned to Rossi as his voice was heard coming down the steps.

“Okay, okay, I know I saw it at the hospital that day, but you have to let me see it again,” Rossi spoke quickly as he came over to look at the ring again.

Y/N laughed and held out her hand for him to see.

“It’s very you, Y/N,” Rossi commented as he looked at the ring. “Congratulations you two, again.”

“Thanks Rossi,” Spencer smiled at the man gratefully.

“Hey, you know what we should do?” JJ asked, gaining the attention of the rest of them. “We should have an engagement party!”

“Oh my gosh that is a great idea!” Penelope exclaimed, bouncing on her toes happily. “We can have little cupcakes made with rings and all the fun stuff.”

“And I’ll host it,” Rossi said happily, turning to the couple who were just watching the plan being made.

“Oh, Rossi, you don’t have to-”

“No, no, I insist, it’ll be a great time!” Rossi cut Y/N off from her protest.

Y/N turned her head to look at Spencer, wanting his input on the idea. Spencer simply shrugged, muttering a ‘why not’. The both of them knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Okay, sure, that’d be fun,” Y/N agreed with a smile.

“Excellent,” Rossi said with a nod.

“Guys,” Hotch said, nodding to the round table room.

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“911 what’s your emergency?” The operator’s voice spook.

A pause then an inaudible mutter.

“Hello? What’s your emergency?”

“They’re gone,” The man on the other line responded. “My girls are gone. I need your help.”

“When you say girls, do you mean your daughters?”

“Yes.”

“All right, I need you to stay on the line, sir. Please confirm where you’re calling from.”

“1721 Hillcrest Drive, this can’t be happening.”

“What’s your name, sir?”

“Bruce. Bruce Morrison.”

“How old are your daughters, Mr. Morrison?”

“Thirteen and Seventeen.”

“When was the last time you saw them?”

“They went to bed around 9:30. No, wait, it was Monday. Sarah has a study group, so it was more like 10:00.”

“Sir, today is Wednesday. You haven’t seen them since Monday?”

“No. No, that can’t be right.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but it is. The police have been alerted, sir, and they’re on their way.”

“That call came in an hour ago,” Hotch said, stopping the recording.

The rest of the team sat in stunned silence as they listened to the message.

“How does a single father lose his teenage daughters for thirty-six hours?” JJ asked in disbelief.

“He doesn’t,” Rossi shook his head.

“His girls are gone,” Blake repeated the phrasing of Bruce on the phone.

“Yeah, that’s strange, he didn’t blame anyone,” Y/N pointed, agreeing with Blake’s silent question.

“And he doesn’t use any buzzwords first responders are trained to hear,” Derek added. “He never says missing, abducted, runaway.”

“Maybe that’s what they did, though. Maybe they ran away,” Penelope perked up. She didn’t like to hear the call, let alone have this happening in the first place, she was hoping for a better outcome then what everyone was thinking.

“There’s no history of that,” Rossi argued sadly.

“The likelihood of a stranger abduction in a neighborhood like this is rare. I’ve counted seven turns from the entrance to their driveway,” Spencer announced as he looked down at the map on the table. “No one just stumbled onto the house.”

“And where’s the mother? Could this be a parental child abduction?” Y/N asked, turning her head from Spencer to Hotch.

“Uh, doubtful,” Hotch sighed. “Exactly one year ago today, he made this call.”

With one click on the remote, another 911 call came up. The call was almost exactly the same as the one they had just listened to. Same phrasing, same tone, just replacing ‘girls’ with ‘wife’.

“She’d also been missing for two days before he contacted authorities, and she’s never been found,” Hotch said, stopping the recording.

“This man is either the victim of a serial offender, or he is one,” Rossi said.

“Please tell me this guy’s in custody?” Derek asked with irritation.

“The Salisbury police are at his home, and they’ve been there since the call came in,” Hotch answered.

“There are hard copies and tablet copies of both case files on the plane,” Penelope announced. “It’s a short flight to the eastern shore. There’ll be more when you land.”

The team gathered up all that they had on the round table and made their way to the plane.

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“Bruce and Judy Morrison were well-liked and active in the community,” Y/N said as she looked over the files they had received on the plane.

Spencer sat down beside her, placing a cup of tea on the table.

She smiled and mouthed a thank you which he replied doing the same thing.

“Yeah, all signs point to them living a quiet life,” JJ agreed as she flipped through her own file.

“He’s a writer and a professor, and it looks like she got into real estate a few years ago,” Derek added as his eyes scanned over a page.

“ ‘02, before the market crashed,” Rossi established as he looked at the date.

“Well, ten years later, Judy had an affair with a co-worker. A Jeff Godwin?” JJ’s voice went off in question as she read the name.

“That was discovered in the investigation, but never made it in the papers,” Blake said, leaning in her chair so she could look at JJ.

“Bruce Morrison was a prime suspect, but they never found any evidence, and the affair wasn’t deemed enough of a motive,” Hotch clarified. “The university’s put him on sabbatical since then.”

“He’s been writing forever, and he’s been teaching since 1985,” JJ added, flipping through the pages of the file. “Transcript says he was grief-stricken and couldn’t handle the pressure.”

“Not many people could,” Rossi bargained. “The odds of this event striking the same family on the same day must be a million to one.”

“Mm, close enough,” Spencer hummed, not arguing with the statistic.

“Judy inherited money from her family, and it’s in a trust fund for the girls,” Blake assessed.

“Oh, jeez, please don’t tell me he got rid of his wife for money,” Y/N shook her head.

“Uh, bank records indicate he hasn’t touched the funds, despite the depleting supplemental income from the university,” Spencer eased the worry.

“Yeah, but it could be a combo platter. Revenge and profit,” Rossi argued.

“His wife cheated, and he retaliated in anger, that might not be a surprise, but that doesn’t explain why he would harm his own children,” Derek added, confusion evident in his voice.

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“The oldest daughter Sarah had a 4.0 GPA, but she didn’t apply to a single college back east,” Spencer began as he read from the page in the file in his lap. “She got accepted to Stanford early admission. Maybe her father saw going that far away as a form of betrayal.”

“The second one in a year,” Rossi’s voice posed over the phone. “First his wife of twenty-seven years fools around and then probably threatens to end the marriage. A year later, the daughter can’t wait to leave.”

“Abandonment could be the common denominator,” Blake agreed from her seat beside Y/N in the back of the SUV with Derek and Spencer.

“There is another possibility,” Derek interrupted. “Maybe Bruce Morrison didn’t do it. Did the family have any enemies?”

“The only person that could remotely be an enemy would be Jeff Godwin,” Y/N answered, her own mind forming possible theories.

“Mm, looks like he had a pretty solid alibi the night Judy went missing,” JJ’s voice said through the phone. “He was wining and dining with his own wife at a local restaurant.”

“So the only viable suspect back then was the same one we have now,” Blake said.

“All the answers are in that house,” Hotch said as they turned the final corner and came up to the house of the Morrisons.

The front yard was filled with locals as one SUV pulled into the driveway and the other pulled along the side of the street. The doors of the cars echoed shut as they exited the vehicles and walked up to the detective who was waiting for them on the front porch.

“Marty Friedman. Thanks for making the trip,” the detective said as Hotch and Rossi approached him first. “I’ve got search and rescue combing the woods and the Choptank and Wicomico rivers. We’re dredging all the way from here to the Chesapeake. I’m not letting this guy get away with this again.”

“Has he said why he took a day to call?” Y/N posed the question everyone had been wondering. Her hands were stuffed in the pockets of her navy coat from the cool air.

Friedman scoffed. “Claims he doesn’t remember,” he looked back to the window where Bruce was standing, inspecting the new visitors. “He’s been glued to his computer, maybe he needs new material for a novel.”

“We’ll work alongside your team if that’s alright,” Hotch said to Friedman.

“Whatever you need,” he responded with a nod.

The team followed the detective into the house. Y/N looked at Bruce as he eyed down Hotch as they walked into the house.

“Everyone take a room,” Hotch ordered and the team split up and walked amongst the house.

“Looks like Katie stayed in a lot,” Spencer assessed as he and Y/N looked over the young girl’s room. “She has her schedule of when she was gonna try new recipes.”

Spencer flipped through the colorful pages of the book with different recipes and fun sketches.

“She seems like a really sweet girl,” Y/N sighed as she looked through a journal. She then turned to her desk and pointed out some of the things she noticed. “Her charger’s here, but her phone is not.”

“Maybe it’s with her?” Spencer posed.

“Maybe, I’ll have Garcia track it,” Y/N said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“It’ll only work if it’s on,” Spencer reminded her.

“It’s worth a try though,” Y/N looked up to Spencer with sad eyes. Of course, her first case back had to do with kids, just her luck.

“If the girls had access to a phone and they were okay, they would have called for help by now,” Spencer said, giving her the same sad eyes she gave him.

Y/N’s thumb stopped typing, she knew he was right, but that guilty feeling in her didn’t want her to.

“Y/N.” Spencer’s hands reached for hers that held her phone. “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just-” she let out a shaky breath with a groan- “it’s just my luck that my first case back has to do with kids.”

Spencer looked down sadly, knowing the pain she was feeling.

“But it’s okay, it’s just because it’s the first case, ripping off the bandaid, you know? I’ll get back to being able to carpmentalizing it any second.” She shook her hands out after setting down her phone and the journal she was holding.

Spencer gave her the look. The look that said it’s okay to take a second, it’s okay to talk to me, it’s okay to not be ready all just yet.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop being so understanding,” she laughed and pointed her finger at him. “I’m fine, I really am, it’s just gonna take a sec to get into the swing of things again.”

“Okay,” he smiled, reaching for her hand,and pulling her into a loving hug that made her heart melt.

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Y/N’s eyes scanned over the box in the basement of the Morrison house. Shelf after shelf filled with buckets and old memorabilia of Judy.

“Wow,” Spencer mused as he walked closer to Y/N from his side of the room. “She had a lot of hobbies before she started selling real estate.”

“Yeah, family projects it looks like,” Y/N nodded. She turned to the shelf she had just been looking at boxes being held on it. “Devoted mom.”

On the boxes were dates written under the label ‘quilts’. The dates went all the way back to 1998, the years Sarah Morrison was born.

“You ready, Reid?” Derek’s voice called from up the stairs.

“Yeah,” Spencer echoed back. “You good?” He asked, turning to Y/N.

She nodded and he turned to head up the stairs.

Her eyes scanned over the boxes again, looking at the only one that was labeled with a name. On the box, it read; ‘Quilts, 1999-200, Katie’. Y/N made sure to keep that in mind for anything in the future and turned up the stairs to follow Spencer.

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“So what do you think?” Blake asked, turning to Y/N and Rossi, exiting Sarah’s room. The sobs of Bruce echoed down the hall after Hotch told him they had just found the body of Katie in a river. Sarah had still yet to be found.

“He’s sober, so this is raw emotion,” Rossi answered as the three walked down the hallway. “He lost his legs when Hotch told him.”

“The tears could be guilt as much as grief,” Y/N whispered as a reminder.

“Because that’s what we’re supposed to do when given that news,” Blake said as they rounded the corner and filed down the stairs. “I don’t mean to sound so cynical, but the man writes fiction.”

Y/N and Rossi nodded as they came to the last set of stairs. At the bottom stood Hotch and JJ, who had just gotten off the phone with Derek and Spencer who were at the scene.

“Any sign of Sarah?” Y/N asked, hopeful for a good answer.

“Maybe she’s still out there,” JJ said, just as hopeful as Y/N for a good report from the people on the phone.

“Doubtful, unless she’s found shelter,” Rossi acknowledged as they walked the final steps of the stairs. “It’s supposed to be in the twenties tonight.”

“Now that we’ve got Katie’s body, we should run scenarios for what really happened Monday night,” Blake said.

Hotch hung up his phone and looked up to the group around him. “That was the lab. Bruce definitely fired a gun at some point, there’s residue on the sheets and on the boots.”

Y/N sighed, not wanting to hear that news. “We need to get him to the station.”

The five of them turned as they heard the creaking of the floorboards behind them. At the top of the stairs stood Bruce, hearing the whole conversation.

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“Alright thanks, Spence,” Y/N said, hanging up her phone and turning to Hotch. “That was Reid. He said Katie had skin built up under her nails. They’re on their way back from the M.E. right now.”

“We need to look for defensive wounds on him,” Hotch nodded, leaving the bullpen and entering into the interrogation room.

Y/N walked closer to the one-way window and watched as Hotch entered the room.

“Mr. Morrison, I need to ask you to roll up your sleeves,” Hotch ordered Bruce.

“What?” Bruce asked, turning his head sharply to look at Hotch.

“Please.”

Bruce sighed and rolled up his sleeve on his right arm, revealing small but numerous cuts on his forearm.

“I saw these in the shower this morning when I woke up,” Bruce said sadly, not making eye contact with Hotch. “I have no idea how I got them.”

“Did they happen during the fight?” Hotch asked, referring to the fit a neighbor had told them he heard.

“It wasn’t a fight, it was just parenting,” Bruce tried to explain. “Did the detective tell you about Jeff Godwin? You should talk to him.”

Hotch raised a brow in question at the man.

“He still coaches Sarah’s soccer team, even though it’s ridiculous.”

“Every time I ask you a question, you have this habit of deflecting attention onto someone else,” Hotch remarked, making Bruce become quiet.

Y/N rolled her shoulders, standing up straight as she watched Bruce’s body language, trying to decipher his emotions and behavior. When he stayed unresponsive, Y/N took that as the end of the interview and walked out of the room into the break room.

“Wonder Woman,” Derek greeted the woman as she walked in.

She let out a huff as a greeting back, clearly annoyed with everything that Bruce was saying. “Bruce Morrison wants us to talk to Jeff Godwin.”

“Convenient, since he just walked in,” Spencer said as he walked over to the two by the coffee station.

“Great just what he wanted,” Y/N sighed, moving into the spot next to Derek as he finished making his coffee.

As he moved over for Y/N to make her coffee, he picked up his phone that began to ring.

“Hey, Blake,” Derek answered as he stepped away from the coffee bar.

Y/N poured some creamer into the cup as she listened to Derek on the phone.

“Morgan, we need you to find Jeff Godwin,” Blake’s voice echoed through the phone.

“She isn’t the only one he thinks that,” Y/N sighed, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Uh, he just walked in,” Derek responded, turning to look through the window to Jeff Godwin who was standing in a room to the side of them.

“He did?” Blake mused.

“Says he heard we found Katie, and he’s worried about Sarah,” Derek said, relaying the conversation that Y/N had not heard yet.

“He also texted Sarah the night she went missing and then deleted the text.” Blake’s information made the three’s faces contort in shock and look to Jeff. “It looks like they texted a lot.”

“Really?” Derek said, some anger boiling inside him as he watched Jeff. Without having Blake respond, he hung up the phone and nodded for Y/N to come with him.

“Mr. Godwin,” Y/N greeted as she and Derek entered the room he was in.

“Mr. Godwin, why did you feel it was appropriate to regularly text a seventeen-year-old girl?” Derek asked, getting straight to the point.

“I-I’ve known those girls for a long time-” Jeff shook his head- “Way before anything happened between me and their mother.”

Y/N and Derek’s faces stayed unresponsive, waiting for him to get to the actual intent of why he was texting a teen.

“Look, I coach Sarah.”

“And you didn’t think to request a different team, you know, considering the circumstances?” Y/N asked, her hand not holding her coffee gesturing as she spoke.

“No,” Jeff shrugged. “My daughter plays on that team.”

Once again, Derek and Y/N stayed unresponsive.

“Look, Sarah reached out to me Monday night- God knows she needs a father figure--”

“Maybe the man her mother had an affair with…” Derek began taking a step closer to Jeff.

Y/N took a step also, becoming even with Derek. “Might not be the best person for that,” Y/N finished the statement.

Derek nodded in agreement.

“Look-” Jeff took a step of his own- “I just came in here because I had heard about Katie and I was worried about Sarah. Don’t treat me like a criminal.”

“Sarah deleted texts that the two of you shared,” Y/N said, turning her head to the side. “The same day she disappeared. Now that’s a little suspicious, don’t you agree, Morgan?”

“Mm-hmm,” Derek hummed in response.

“Hey- wait, okay,” Jeff stumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “They’re all here. We agreed to meet in the parking lot of the convenience store on route 113.”

He turned his phone, showing the texts to Y/N and Derek. Derek took the phone from the man’s hand, putting it between the two of them so they could read it.

“Is this a regular thing for you?” Derek asked as he read the texts.

“Well, we’ve met there a couple of times recently, when she was really scared about what was happening with her and her dad,” Jeff responded.

“What was happening?” Y/N asked.

Jeff took in a deep breath, almost like he was afraid to tell them. “Bruce gets...violent when he drinks, and it’s been getting worse.”

Derek and Y/N turned their heads, silently saying for him to elaborate more on the topic.

Jeff let out a breath through his nose. “Sarah had every reason to be terrified. I mean look what happened.”

Derek and Y/N nodded, handing Jeff his phone back and heading out of the room. When they walked out, they were greeted with the whole team now, including Penelope on a video call.

“Is everyone there?” Penelope asked prompting Hotch to nod. “Um, this call came in on Monday.”

Before she continued, Hotch walked over to the door of the conference room and closed it.

“It was made on Katie’s cell, which is still M.I.A., the only 800 number she called was the local abuse hotline. She called there a few times in the last couple of months,” Penelope explained, pressing play on the recording. JJ turned up the TV volume.

“My name is Katie Morrison, I called last week,” Katie’s voice rang through the speaker.

“Yes, Katie, I remember you,” the operator on the other line responded.

“He’s at it again. He’s just going crazy. He’s really drunk.”

“Katie, are you safe?”

“Yes, hold on.”

“Hi, it’s Sarah,” Sarah’s voice came into the call. “We’re okay. I can handle this.”

“Girl’s open the door,” Bruce’s voice yelled next. “Katie, open the door.”

The sound of loud banging was heard next, making Y/N squeezing her eyes shut.

“I said open the door!”

When the recording stopped, Y/N opened her eyes and watched as Hotch asked to have the recording sent to his phone and took Rossi to the interrogation room holding Bruce.

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Y/N watched through the glass as Bruce began to remember the night as the call was played to him. As it ended, he slammed his hand on the table, repeating the same words he said in the call. He looked up to the glass, on his side being a mirror so he was looking at himself.

He walked closer to it, his demeanor changing slightly as he looked at himself.

What surprised everyone behind the glass was what he said next.

“Oh my god, what a pathetic little cry baby.”

The rest of the team that was behind the glass looked at each other in confusion, continuing to listen to the man as he spoke.

“Ugh,” Bruce rubbed his eyes. “I was always right about you, huh?”

He was still talking to himself in the mirror. He then turned around, a smug smirk playing on his face as he looked at Rossi and Hotch.

“So you got old Bruce-y in a cage, huh?”

Rossi and Hotch didn’t respond, still trying to decipher who this was and what was happening.

“You think that’s gonna help?” Bruce walked around the two agents and back over to his chair. “It’s only gonna make him hide longer.”

When he reached the chair, he faced the two men again. “What do you wanna know?”

Rossi and Hotch stayed quiet again, not sure what to do.

When they didn’t give him a response, the man spoke again. “I’m gonna have to tell you ‘cause the baby’s got his pacifier.”

“Where’s Sarah?” Hotch finally asked a question.

“She’s learning a lesson,” the man responded with a shrug.

“What did you do to them?” Hotch asked.

In a mocking tone, the man responded, “What did you do to them?”

Not amused, Hotch and Rossi glared at him.

“I scared them that’s all. They need it,” he sighed.

“Why?”

“Because they’re spoiled, ungrateful little bitches who walk all over him any chance they get,” he responded.

“Wow,” Y/N whispered in amazement at the response.

“What happened to Bruce?” Hotch asked the question everyone had been wondering.

“He’s hiding, of course,” the man responded. “See… when he can’t handle it, I save his ass. Bruce’s problem is...he can’t handle anything.”

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“So Bruce said Katie baked cookies Monday night,” JJ said, turning away from the board as Rossi and Friedman entered the room. “We found them in the kitchen, so that’s true.”

“And two of Sarah’s friends confirmed she never made it to her study group,” Blake continued, her voice slightly muffled from her cheek being pressed against her hand.

“And that’s because Jeff Godwin was in the parking lot with her from 8:15 to 9:30,” Derek added.

“And the girls called the hotline at 9:58,” Spencer finished the timeline.

“Detective, have your officers found either gun?” Hotch asked as detective Friedman walked up to the board to look at the post-it notes on it.

“No, but we’ve increased the search given where Katie’s body was found,” Friedman replied.

“Okay so, we’ve got residue, but we don’t know which gun or where it is now,” Derek said, his eyes trained on the floor.

“Okay, look,” Y/N said, raising her hands to stop anyone from talking. “Whoever that was in there said he wanted to scare them, not hurt them.”

“Katie was beaten over the head in the middle of nowhere,” Blake reminded her.

“You’re right,” Y/N gestured to her. “The altar could have lost his temper, or it could have been a horrible accident.”

“But getting the girls out of the house was planned. He said he wanted to scare them and had a gun to do it,” Rossi said.

“And then, he drove them somewhere,” Derek continued. “Bruce’s car had the same mud on the driver’s side floor that he had on his boots, but there wasn’t any in the backseat. SO three people drove somewhere, but only he came back.”

“And the DNA coming back from under Katie’s nails will tell us what we already know-- That Bruce Morrison did this. SO can I arrest him now?” Friedman said, antsy to put cuffs on the man he felt was responsible.

“Detective, you have sufficient evidence to make the arrest, but we still don’t have Sarah,” Hotch told him, eyes glaring at the man.

“Give us an hour, and maybe, he’ll tell us where she is,” Y/N said, an idea in her head forming.

“It's your call, but he could still help us,” Hotch said.

Friedman sighed. “Okay. One hour.”

So the team began their work, and they had to work fast.

“There’s no way for us to confirm a D.I.D. diagnosis yet, but we do know he has chronic alcoholism, Which can and has gone hand in hand with it,” Spencer explained to the team that was scattered amongst the conference room. “The interesting thing is his liver and pancreas wouldn’t have survived thirty years of that kind of abuse, so there must have been years where he’s gotten help.”

“He was in a program,” Blake shrugged.

“Eh, it would have to be more than that,” Spencer replied then turned to Y/N who had Penelope on the line. “Garcia, has he ever been on medication to help curb his drinking?”

“All I’ve got is a yearly physical, and that is it,” Penelope replied.

“D.I.D. usually stems from a history of sexual abuse,” Blake said slowly, hoping to give something to Penelope to help her.

“Okay, well, I’ve got nothing like that,” Penelope said. “All I have on Bruce Morrison is that his mother died when he was ten-”

“There’s your abandonment issue,” Rossi remarked.

“And he was raised by a single alcoholic father, and there’s no evidence of any prescriptions.”

“I mean, they look like the perfect family,” Spencer said, opening the file with family photos in it.

“Yeah, but she would have had to know about his drinking before they got married,” Y/N said as she peered over at the photos Spencer was holding. “So maybe, she helped manage him and kept his problem a secret.”

“She could have been the one that got the prescription,” Spencer’s lightbulb went off. “Garcia, can you run her medical history?”

“Yeah, hold on…”

They waited about twenty seconds before her voice was heard again.

“Okay, disulfiram. Am I saying that right? It’s for chronic alcoholism. She had a 90-day supply delivered four times a year for as long as I can tell. And it stopped coming a few months ago.”

“It makes you just feel nauseous if you drink,” Spencer explained the effects of the medicine.

“But she isn’t the one who had the drinking problem, he is. Garcia, who canceled it?” Derek asked the woman on the phone.

“Please hold while I dig.” She hung up the phone.

“Could that be the trigger? He goes after his daughters now that he’s off his meds?” Blake turned to look at Y/N and Spencer when she asked her questions.

Y/N’s eyes panned up to the TV that showed Hotch talking to Bruce. Then to Jeff Godwin in the other room. “That instability could work for us.”

She set her plan into action. Y/N had Derek get Jeff Godwin and bring him into the interrogation room with Bruce in it.

“Hey, I- I didn’t- Hey, look I didn’t agree to this,” Jeff stumbled as he came face to face with Bruce sitting in the interrogation room.

“Well, we’re looking for Sarah, and you’re the last ones to see her alive,” Y/N said, leaning on the metal table.

“Look, like I told you guys earlier, I had nothing to do with this. And Sarah’s afraid of him.” He pointed at Bruce when he spoke of him.

“You wanna tell us about your relationship with Sarah?” Y/N asked, moving her hands in a circular motion as she spoke.

“I don’t have one,” Jeff replied, after a pregnant pause.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. “Huh, that’s strange. Why do you text her all the time then?”

At her words, Bruce sat up straighter, jaw clenching as he looked at a frightened Jeff.

“Jeff, come on, it’s not that big of a leap,” Y/N spoke nonchalantly. “Couldn’t have Judy anymore so you thought... Why not? Sarah looks just like her mom.”

Her words angered Bruce just like she thought they would. He pushed himself out of his chair and leaped for Jeff, but Derek intercepted him before he could touch him.

“I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch!” Bruce exclaimed as Derek pushed him back.

“Get him out! Get him out now,” Derek commanded the guard in the room to take Jeff out.

Once Derek had calmed Bruce (now his altar) down, he walked out of the room, leaving Y/N there standing on the other side of the table.

“Judy was gonna leave my boy for that scumbag,” the altar said, pointing to the door Jeff had exited.

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked as she watched the altar's body language.

“What’s your name?”

Y/N scoffed at his retort. “I’m Y/N, and you,” she nodded, her arms crossed as she stood tall.

“My name is Johnny, and I need a cigarette, Y/N,” Johnny placed his hands on his hips.

“Well, I might be able to help you out there, even though I don’t condone smoking, but I’m sure you’re stressed.” Y/N began to walk back and forth across the room.

“Oh, I’m not,” Johnny shook his head. “I just want a smoke.”

“Johnny,” Y/N scolded at the lie. “Come on. I know these teenage girls stress you out, no matter what you say.”

Johnny lifted his head up, a smug smirk as he looked at Y/N.

“How do you deal with it?” She continued her questions in hopes they would get him to tell her where Sarah was. “Do you like to, um...go out and shoot something?”

Johnny’s head cocked to the side and he shrugged. “Sometimes, but I don’t get much of a chance to do that.”

Y/N raised her brows in fake surprise. “Oh! I thought you did have a chance recently?”

Johnny chuckled and didn’t respond.

Y/N smirked at his none response and let out her own chuckle. “I think you did.”

Johnny’s head dropped as he continued to laugh.

“Now, you know, I’m just- I’m curious,” she laughed then pointed to the door with her thumb. “Then I’ll go get you a cancerous cigarette.”

Johnny smiled and gestured towards Y/N. “I like you, Y/N.”

Oh, that’ll make Spencer’s blood pressure go up, Y/N thought to herself.

“So…” Y/N trailed off, walking back and forth again as she changed the subject. “You took the girls somewhere to scare them...somewhere quiet, isolated…” She watched his reactions to what she said carefully. “Near the water?”

That got him to respond.

“I didn’t do anything but scare ‘em.”

“Oh, of course not.”

Johnny crossed his arms and came closer to Y/N as she stood in a dominant stance across the room.

“Do you have a place by the river?”

Johnny ignored the question. “Mm, pretty, and smart.”

Y/N gave him daring eyes, demanding an actual answer to her question.

“It’s not my place,” Johnny shook his head. “It’s not anybody’s place anymore.”

Y/N turned her head for him to elaborate more.

“I’ve taken them out there before, but this time…” He leaned forward, closer to Y/N this time (almost in her face) and whispered, “I got their attention.”

Y/N stepped back, nodding her head and nodded towards the guard to open the door.

“How about that cigarette now?”

“Not gonna let you pour cancer into Bruce’s lungs.”

The door closed behind her after she spoke and she could hear the tantrum Johnny was having. When she entered the bullpen, she saw Spencer standing in front of the glass. Arms crossed and lips pursed.

“Bub,” she whispered, gaining his attention. “You good?”

“Mm-hm, yep,” he nodded turning to her. “Just uh, you know, it was a little difficult not jumping through the glass to strangle him when he looked at you.”

Y/N chucked, her head dropping as she took a step closer to him.

“Spence, you and I both know that he wouldn’t have walked out of that room if he got closer to me.”

Spencer laughed as she pushed up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek. He grabbed her left hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the spot right beside her ring.

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That night, in the pouring, freezing rain, JJ and Derek found Sarah in the woods. She had a black eye and some cuts but she was okay.

Y/N had gone to the hospital to talk to Sarah with JJ. Letting her know what she would have to do and it was okay to back out.

Sarah seemed like a genuinely sweet girl and she took a liking to Y/N as she cried. When the three of them entered the precinct, JJ took her into the interrogation room, while Y/N stayed in the bullpen with the rest of the team.

“I have a bad feeling,” Y/N whispered as her stomach turned, something was off.

“What about?” Spencer whispered back.

“I’m not sure yet…”

As Sarah sat down, her two hands clasped together reached across the table for Bruce’s. His cuffed wrists stayed together as he held her hands.

“I’m so sorry,” Bruce said, eyes spilling with tears.

“Dad, you need help,” Sarah said softly.

Bruce let out a breath and nodded.

His eyes went up to the cuts and bruises on Sarah’s face and sucked in a sharp breath. “Did I do that?”

Sarah nodded and let a few more tears slip.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce apologized genuinely again. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/N stomach turned again, this time out of sadness. Instinctively, she reached for Spencer’s hand, needing a reassurement, and to know it would all be okay. He grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together for a second, and squeezed it.

“What can I do?” Bruce asked Sarah, pleading agony in his voice.

“They say that if you tell them where mom is, this will all just-”

“But I don’t know. You know I don’t know,” Bruce cut her off.

“She didn’t just disappear, Dad,” Sarah sobbed.

When Bruce didn’t respond, only letting out a breathy sob, Sarah let out another crying accusation.

“Oh God, you killed her too didn’t you?”

“No, no, I didn’t,” Bruce shook his head.

“How am I supposed to believe you?” Sarah sobbed and started pointing to the marking Bruce, or rather Johnny left. “This--this is what you’ve done.”

Bruce just looked at the injuries sadly.

“You have hurt us all for a long time,” Sarah continued, her voice giving out at the end. She stood up from the table and began to exit the room with JJ.

Bruce pleaded with her to not go, but she didn’t listen and just left the room.

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Y/N walked with Sarah into her home, the mood of the house much different now compared to earlier in the day. The rain had died down from earlier, but it was still falling on the roof hard enough so it could be heard in the house. Sarah had an FBI jacket wrapped around her and Y/N had her signature navy petticoat tied around her waist.

“You cold?” Y/N asked, noting how Sarah wrapped her arms around herself.

“Yeah, a bit, the thermostats right there,” she pointed to the machine down the hall.

Y/N walked down the hall, turning up the temperature, and looked back to Sarah. “Should warm up soon.”

Sarah stood, staring at the floor as Y/N walked closer to her.

“You think you can sleep?”

“Yeah, I want to shower first,” Sarah pointed up the stairs.

Y/N nodded in surprise. “Okay. Uh… you sure you’ll be okay up there?”

The reason why Y/N asked this was because, after her brother died, she wouldn’t even enter that side of the house for months. So it confused her as to how she would be able to go upstairs and be okay.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Sarah said reassuringly.

Hesitantly, Y/N nodded, her bad gut feeling coming back. “Okay, um, I’m gonna make us some tea, that sound good?”

“That’d be really nice, thanks.” And with that, Sarah made her way up the stairs.

Y/N nodded, letting her reassuring fake smile fall once Sarah was out of sight. Her eyes panned over to the table in the hall that adorned family photos. Behind it was a quilt she assumed their mother made.

The sound of her text messages startled her. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the text from Spencer.

All good?

“Oh Spencer, you always know when somethings up,” Y/N whispered to herself and replied with ‘not sure’.

About five minutes later, after Y/N had finished with the tea, she made her way to the dining room and set the cups down. Her phone went off again, this time a call.

When she pulled it out of her pocket, Spencer’s name lit up the screen.

“Hey,” she answered, her voice hushed.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, worry clear in his voice.

Y/N sat down at the head of the table and let out a breath. “I don’t know, I’m not sure, but the feeling is back again. She’s just...too casual and almost cold since we got here.”

“It could be the shock,” Spencer replied.

“Yeah, I know, but she’s composed at the same time,” Y/N said, trying to explain Sarah’s behavior. “She has not mentioned Katie to me even once since we got here. I couldn’t go to the side of the house that my brother stayed in after he died.”

“She does have a point,” JJ’s voice said through the phone. “When my sister died, I couldn’t even walk into my house, let alone past her room.”

“Well, what do you think, Y/N, Sarah pulled it off?” Blake’s voice asked.

“It may be a possibility,” Y/N shrugged.

“It’s a very detailed plan,” Blake commented.

“What, she knew about her father’s condition and took advantage of it?” Spencer asked as his voice rushed as he spoke.

“She set up character witnesses like Jeff Godwin...to back up her fear,” Derek’s voice said, piecing together a theory. “She even got her little sister to make calls to a hotline. She manipulated us from the minute we found her.”

“Her writing suggested no empathy and no real emotional connection to the family,” Blake said, recalling the writing she had read earlier that day.

“Psychopathic tendencies,” Spencer remarked.

“Her wounds are more than superficial, but they could be self-inflicted, right, Y/N?” JJ asked the woman on the phone.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Sarah enter the room.

“Baby, I know, I’m sorry I can’t be there for the dinner tonight,” Y/N said, quickly coming up with a cover for why she was on the phone. “But London and Jackson are there until Friday and I promise I will make it up to you when I get back.”

Y/N then turned to look at Sarah, acknowledging her presence. “You okay? I didn’t hear the shower.”

“Yeah, I just wanted my tea,” Sarah pointed to the cup on the table.

“Oh, I was gonna bring it to you, but it should be ready,” Y/N stood up and handed her the cup.

“Yeah, I’m still here,” she said, wanting to let them know she was okay.

“We’ll be right there, stay on the phone,” Spencer said quickly as Y/N assumed he was running out of the precinct.

“Baby, I gotta go,” she said and hung up the phone, watching as Sarah walked away.

When Y/N heard the water running, she walked down to the basement, remembering the tub she saw earlier. She took her flashlight connected to her holster out and walked down the stairs. When she reached the floor she walked straight over to the tubs of quilts, specifically the one with Katie’s name.

She pulled it off the shelf and moved it over to an empty table next to it. As she filed through all the blankets, she came across a real estate binder. When she opened it and flipped through the pages, she heard a gun click behind her.

“Why did you have to come down here?”

Sarah’s voice rang in the quiet of the basement.

Cautiously, Y/N turned around to look at her. In Sarah’s hand was the second gun they had been looking for.

“We’ve been looking for that.”

“It’s an old house, I know the best hiding places,” she shrugged. “But you, what do you think you know?”

“You put everything that went missing with your mother inside this box,” Y/N nodded to the box beside her. “1999.”

“Maybe my dad did it?”

“No,” Y/N spoke before she could even finish. “No, you chose this box because it’s the year Katie was born and everything changed.”

Sarah’s face formed a snarl as Y/N spoke.

“She was your little sister.”

“Katie ruined everything-” she took the last step so now she was level with Y/N- “and my mother let her.”

“Your mother loved you,” Y/N protested.

“Well, she loved Katie more,” Sarah seethed.

Y/N and Sarah stood in silence for a second.

“I should’ve cried for Katie,” Sarah scoffed. “I guess there are some things I just can’t fake.”

Carefully, Y/N’s hand reached for the gun on her belt, something she really didn’t want to have to do.

“You won’t do it,” Sarah said, taking another step closer.

“You need to back up- now.” Y/N’s voice was stern as she commanded the young girl.

“I can say my trauma kicked in,” Sarah explained. “PTSD.”

Her face then formed into fear, “I saw you with the gun, and I didn’t know what else to do!”

Then her face went back to normal.

Truly, Y/N was kinda impressed. “You thought of everything.”

Then, by the grace of whatever is out there, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.

“Sarah put the gun down,” Derek said softly as he came up behind her.

“No, no, you don’t understand. She has a gun, she was going to hurt me,” Sarah used her plea.

“No, no, Sarah, It’s okay,” Derek reassured her. As he put his gun down, Spencer lifted his up and pointed it at her.

“Listen to me,” Derek said, holstering his gun. “I understand. It’s okay, Sarah. She wasn’t going to hurt you. I know you’ve been through enough. All right? I get it.”

Sarah let out a fake sob as Derek placed his hand on her shoulder. “Sarah, you’re safe now, okay?”

Sarah nodded and turned to Derek. “Okay, thank you.”

As soon as Derek pulled the gun out of Sarah’s hands, Spencer came up from behind her and cuffed her.

“What are you doing?!” She exclaimed as the cuffs came down on her wrists.

“You’re a smart girl, Sarah. Figure it out,” Derek said, taking Sarah out of Spencer's hands and led her up the stairs.

Sarah tried to plead as Derek took her up the stairs.

Y/N turned back to the book she had been looking at, opening to a page that held trophies from Sarah’s mom.

“February fourth, the day Judy went missing,” Y/N said as she read the date above the necklace.

“Trophies,” Spencer said as he got closer to Y/N. “If the detective Friedman had ever found it, she would have pinned it all on Bruce.”

“Damn, it’s almost impressive,” Y/N whispered as she closed the boom and brought it up as evidence.

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“The guests of honor!” Rossi exclaimed as Y/N and Spencer walked into his home.

The two chuckled and walked closer to Rossi to hug him. Rossi grabbed each of their faces, kissing them both on the cheeks.

“Dave, thank you so much for this,” Y/N said, taking Spencer’s hand as she thanked the man.

“Well, it’s the least I could do,” Rossi smiled, then turned and pointed to the room holding his own personal bar. “And I heard that there’s a special someone here to see you, Y/N.”

Y/N raised a brow in confusion then looked to Spencer, who had a smirk on his face.

“Remember the other day when you had to cover on the phone, and said something about London and Jackson coming to visit,” he beamed at the smile that formed on Y/N’s face as she put the pieces together.

“Shut up!” She laughed and rushed into the room, her best friend standing with her own boyfriend next to Derek, laughing about something. “London!”

When she heard her name, the dark-headed woman turned around and saw Y/N. “Y/N!”

The two met in the middle and hugged tightly, having missed each other so much.

“Oh my god, let me see it,” London said, pulling away from the hug so she could look at Y/N’s ring. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”

“I know,” Y/N sighed as London held her hand still.

“Now I just wonder when Jackson will give me one of those,” London laughed as her boyfriend came up next to her.

“Okay, no need to be hostile,” the green-eyed man said as he wrapped an arm around London’s waist. “Congratulations, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Dr. Avery,” she responded diplomatically.

“And to you too, Dr. Reid,” Jackson said, tipping his wine glass to Spencer as he walked up to the three, grabbing Y/N’s hand.

“Thank you,” Spencer smiled at the man.

The four of them had all hung out before. After another case the team had in Seattle, Spencer and Y/N stayed an extra day to hang out with London and Jackson. Y/N and laughed, making a comment about how she was the only one in the group who wasn’t a doctor.

“So how was your last case?” London asked. She loved to hear about cases and she repeatedly told Y/N that the team was the real life Scooby-Doo gang.

“A plot twist to say the least,” Y/N laughed, not wanting to go into detail. “I’m just glad it’s the weekend, and I’m just keeping my fingers crossed we don’t get called in.”

“I know that feeling,” Jackson agreed with a laugh.

Then, Hotch’s phone ringing was heard from across the room.

“No, not tonight,” Y/N groaned, throwing her head back. “One night, can serial killers just chill out for one night.”

Those who heard her comment laughed, but then Hotch reassured her worries.

“Don’t worry Y/N, that was Jessica, telling me Jack finished his homework.”

“Oh thank goodness.”

The night went on, Rossi had hired a catering service so the dinner was all little finger foods. Due to the cold weather, Rossi had made a dance floor in the bar room. Clearing out the tables that were in the middle of the room and leaving room for everyone to dance.

There was laughter heard all night as everyone danced and sang obnoxiously loud to the 90’s rock. It was a perfect surreal moment that made Y/N so happy. As she danced with Spencer, she pulled herself closer to him and whispered to him.

“I wish every night was like this.”

“It will be,” Spencer whispered back, placing a kiss on the shell of her ear as he spoke. “This is how we’ll spend every night we’re married, dancing, singing, and laughing until we can’t breathe.”

Y/N smiled, turning her head to place her lips on his. This kiss was meant to be a peck, but Spencer held the small of her back closer and let their lips dance together longer.

She giggled as she pulled away from him as Derek yelled “Get a room!” as he danced with a very drunk Penelope.

“I think I like the idea of us dancing till sunrise.”

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hercleverboy · 4 years

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A ramble about JJ and Reid

so let’s start with making something clear; I actually liked jj and reid in a romantic light- in season one.

when I first watched the show I thought okay okay I can see where this is going, they’re hella cute.

especially with the whole “she’s the only person who calls me spence” and the redskins game.

but then the whole plotline was dropped and wasn’t picked back up again.

and then jj ends up engaged and pregnant with wills baby. and despite the fact some people dislike him, I actually really like will.

i think he was a good husband and an even better father. he was always there for jj (for example in 12x02 ‘sick day’) being the caring husband she needed.

the idea of jj and reid as anything other than best friends, so close they consider one another family, isn’t brought up again until season 14.

this includes the whole “the lady has a tell” scene during the game at the round table in 14x15, as well as jj telling prentiss about what really happened at the redskins game (finally!!)

i think whilst some lines over those 14 seasons could be interpreted as romantic, (reid telling jj she looked beautiful after giving birth to henry, him saying “they can’t just take you away” in 6x02, jj talking to rossi about how scared she was after reid got shot in 9x24) mostly it can be chalked up to best friends who depend on one another, who need one another, and who undoubtedly love one another, the way family loves each other.

and i understand why jj told reid. it was a life or death situation, and the unsub wasn’t going to let his guard down for anything less. her love confession was what got them out of that situation alive. and the confession itself I thought was sweet, and the way reid looked at her after she said it was really cute.

however.

what made me dislike the storyline was what followed after. the awkward chat at the bar at rossi’s wedding, and then that part in 15x01 where she stumbled and he caught her?

nothing over the last 14 seasons had ever made me think that there was anything but a platonic love between these two. reid never seemed jealous or envious over jj and will’s relationship. not at their wedding, not when their sons were born or when he found out she was pregnant. reid was only ever happy for jj, and jj was the same.

the storyline seemed so forced, and was ultimately too much too late. if they were going to introduce jj and reid as a romantic couple, they should’ve done so before she got married to will. the fact that she was married with two children, to whom reid is the godfather of, ruined any chance of me liking the jj and reid plot.

although I would like to point out that the scene in the hospital in 15x02 after jj was shot was very sweet, and ended the storyline pretty nicely, (with jj saying she did love reid, but ultimately would always chose her family)

so while it all seemed a bit of a mess, it wasn’t completely awful.

though the thing that really pissed me off about this whole storyline was one line that reid said in 15x02 when he was visiting his mother.

“so you think I’ll always be waiting for a life with jj?”

that’s not a direct quote but it was something alone those lines.

I’ve never really understood this line.

because they made it seem like reid has been pining after jj for years; which just isn’t the case.

sure, over the 6 months following jj’s confession where the two didn’t speak much, I’m sure there was some pining involved on Spencer’s part.

but he hadn’t been waiting for her for years.

i’ll back this up by bringing up maeve.

he wasn’t pining for jj, because he fell in love with maeve. and I know people have differentiating opinions on maeve, but as an audience we could see how much he loved her.

if maeve had lived, chances are they’d still be together.

another thing I’ll use to back this up; was there really any part of reid that thought jj would leave will or leave her kids to be with him?

i can understand that her confession perhaps gave him a sense of hope. but jj was never going to leave her family to persue something that might’ve been. and reid had to have known that.

that said, i liked how it was jj who gave reid the final push in 15x04 to find max, and persue their relationship. that seemed like a good way to put that storyline to rest.

in conclusion: i don’t hate jj and reid, and if you ship them you have my full respect. I just don’t think the plot was executed particularly well, and was too late in the show to have much significance to the characters. if they’d done this storyline around season 5, I think I would’ve loved it. by season 14, everything was too complex for her to suddenly spill that she’s loved him all this time.

so whilst I think jj and reid could’ve made a good couple, I’m glad they didn’t end up together. because as a viewer I valued their friendship and family bond, and enjoyed watching it grow throughout the seasons.

anyways, let me know what you think ;)

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criminal-hotch · 4 years

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cm headcanons

here are some criminal minds headcannons bc i'm ✨ cm trash ✨

hotch and emily hooked up a few times around seasons four-six but stopped after while bc they realized it affected their work lives (the entire team was oblivious but that's besides the point)

jj and emily also got together a few times and both caught feelings but they knew nothing would work out so they dropped it

hotch and rossi most definitely got brunch together and just gossiped abt the team

whenever emily, jj, and garcia went out to drink, jj was the mom friend™ who simultaneously got drunk and still took care of her friends

whenever emily's drunk she's very energetic and just doesnt give a damn abt what other ppl think. cue that one time her and morgan went out for a couple drinks after work and morgan ended up having to call jj to help with emily who was singing ‘girls just wanna have fun’ at the top of her lungs while standing on the bar

one time when morgan and emily went out, a guy was catcalling emily. morgan was abt to beat him until he realized emily had already done that

they are also amazing wingwomen™ and wingmen™ for each other and they always tease each other for who the other ended up getting with that night

hotch and jj made sure to have tons of playdates between their kids and even tho jack's a bit older than henry and michael, he treats them like his little brothers

reid loves babysitting the kids when the rest of the bau goes out for drinks and the kids love showing uncle spence around and teaching him how to be a kid. reid also shamelessly messes up easy sayings or spellings so the kids can correct him and feel smart. whenever jj tells henry that her and will are going out and that he's getting a babysitter, he always pleads with her for it to be reid

will tries super hard to have a good relationship with reid after the whole "reid sleeping on jj's couch for 10 weeks bc of emily's death" thing, and the two end up getting along pretty well, even if most of their conversations are just uncomfortable silences

outside of work, emily will mercilessly call hotch “sir” whenever she can, sometimes she’ll even bow and rossi will laugh until hotch sends him a death glare

the entire team spends christmas at jj’s and they spend it like the big family that they are. (the entire team sleeps over in the living room which is a horrible disaster but still fun as hell) they also watch christmas movies on christmas eve and garcia cries during every single one

they decide to a secret santa one year but it’s no fun bc everyone figured out who everyone has days before the were supposed to reveal it

reid is amazing at playing piano/keyboard and like never mentions it ??? rossi knows he’s not bad from an old case but doesn’t expect him to be that good until reid mentions that he plays during christmas eve when jj mentions how she wishes they could sing some carols. and reid’s like “i can play that old piano you guys have in the corner” and so he does and everyone sings and it’s a off-time drunken mess and everyone’s laughing their ass off

rossi most definitely bought a sports car in some part of his life but ended up wrecking it

jj has one of those “mom mini vans” and i feel like hotch would have one too

after he leaves the bau, hotch becomes a pta mom, figHT ME

whenever jj and will can’t pick up henry from school, the bau has actual fights over who gets to do it. henry’s classmates and teachers are 100% confused why henry seems to have so many parents but won’t directly ask abt it

jj teaches henry to be an amazing child and makes him drink his respect women juice every morning. when henry’s 14, morgan’s called to pick him up from the principal’s office for punching a kid who tried to look up a girl’s skirt. morgan buys him ice cream after that.

morgan and garcia 100% binge watch shows like grey’s and vampire diaries and morgan becomes rly emotionally invested in them. (he’s total #teamdamon) and garcia just laughs and poked fun at him about it but rly finds it adorable

when the rest of the team finds out abt his secret obsession with teen drama shows, they poke fun about it until morgan and garcia make them join them and then reid’s completely smitten with lexie and jj’s fallen in love with derek shepard. hotch claims he doesn’t enjoy them but he lives off the drama and emily’s simping over katherine.

reid either loves big bang theory or despises it with a passion, i don’t know which one but it’s one of them

one day when the team senses that hotch is gonna stay late doing paperwork, they go out and get party supplies and a big cake and surprise hotch with it. hotch’s all like “why’d you do this? this is a waste of money! i’m trying to work!” but secretly he’s rly happy and proud of his team when after the little party, all collectively help him finish the work

morgan will 100% drop everything and leave a hookup if garcia texts him asking to hang out or to come over and watch a movie bc he treasures his friendship with penelope more than a meaningless fling

after a particularly bad case, morgan took garcia out for ice cream and then slept over her house where they stayed up all night watching movies bc he knows she has nightmares the next day

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spooky-muldy · 4 years

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talking abt“unpopular” criminal minds characters

Matt: a KING. Underrated as hell. He loves his kids and his wife and despite barely knowing the team when he joins he obviously really cares about them. I don’t get why people like him.

Luke: Another underrated legend. Loves his dog so so so much. He is the definition of a himbo (I take no criticism over this). He tries really hard and is actually smarter than people give him credit for. Even though he only knew Reid for a few episodes prior to Mexico, he was still super dedicated to helping him out. His relationship with Garcia is so funny and he doesn’t get enough credit from the fandom.

Kate: I really liked her. She was smart and dedicated to her family. She fit in well with the team and I think if she was around for longer more people would’ve liked her too. However, I do think Tara and Alex were both better additions.

Tara: an icon. She is so smart and put together and cool and I just love her so much. She’s someone I look up to and the way she gets shit done is so good. She doesn’t take shit from anyone and is confident in herself (which is uncommon in a lot of TV women). The line about her going on a diet and losing 185 pounds after she left her boyfriend made me instantly love her.

Alex: Loved her so much. Was very caring and kind when it came to Spencer and was a smart and useful member of the team. I was sad to see she left the way she did (Reid had just got shot and then she left her credentials with him without even saying goodbye) but overall it did feel like a somewhat satisfying end to her time on the show. Another character who’s not given enough love by the fandom and I loved her friendship/ mother-son relationship with Reid.

Stephen Walker: He’s an interesting one to think about. When he first joined the team I didn’t like him because I thought he was a mole working for Scratch. But as the season progressed I realised I was wrong, and I slowly started to like him. Unlike Luke who seemed to form somewhat of a connection with Reid before the whole prison plot line, these two never really talked or got to know each other and still he fought just as hard to help Spencer. The episode with his friend and poisoning did actually make me feel sad but I think going into the season I knew this his character was just a placeholder. When he died I wasn’t too upset but in the end that was the point of him. He was a character put in for plot purposes and he served that role well. Not surprised people don’t talk about him but a little disappointed that he never even gets mentioned.

Seaver: Going into her introduction to the team I knew that people hated her. During her first episode I didn’t mind her, although as I was watching it I started to get a bit annoyed that her whole thing was that her dad was a serial killer. As the season continued she gradually got more and more annoying by doing things like putting down Reid, constantly talking about her dad and just not even being a good profiler. It’s clear that she was a discount JJ, even though she wasn’t even doing the same job. I heard a theory that she joined the team to learn more about law enforcement and how to evade it so she could follow in her father’s footsteps and become a serial killer herself. That would’ve been more interesting than her entire storyline/character because she sucked.

Elle: I loved Elle, and I know that if she was around post-Revelations she wouldn’t have ignored Reid’s addiction and trauma. She was badass and cool and also should’ve gotten more support for her trauma after what happened to her in Fisher King. One of my favourite fan ideas was the Elle continued killing with two options for how this idea played out. The first is that Elle acted as somewhat of a vigilante, killing rapists/sex offenders who haven’t faced “justice”. The other is that she snapped after leaving the BAU and eventually killed Gideon, which would’ve made episodes 13 and 14 of season 10 way more interesting more heartbreaking (especially for Reid). Yes I believe Emily is a bit better than Elle however I do love her so much and I was glad that she at least got to be on the show.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years

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Show Me [Part 2/2]

Summary: Spencer finds out his girlfriend’s a virgin. But she wants him to change that.

A/N: This is Part 2 of an anon request. I was shocked by the response to Part 1, and I’m so excited for you guys to read this one! (I also set up an 18+ sideblog @spenciebabie if you wanna check that out)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Mostly smut, and a lil fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral (female receiving), fingering, masturbation (female), penetrative sex, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed

Word count: 4.1k

Request: “Omg I’ve just found your account, you’re an amazing writer! If you’re taking requests, could you write something with virgin!reader and like season 13/14 Spencer?”

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He’s booked a hotel room. A nice one. A really nice one.

They spent the whole week hoping that they wouldn’t get pulled away on a case. Just counting down the days until the weekend hit and they could finally release all of the pent up tension that had been building in each of them.

Of course she was still nervous, but the good kind of nervous. The kind that made you giddy more than it made you worried. Since she’d opened up to Spencer he’d been nothing but kind and supportive. It sort of made her want to sleep with him even more than ever, but he insisted that they wait, he wanted it to be special.

And now that she had time to prepare, she did all the things she thought you were supposed to do before having sex. She got waxed for the first time, and it hurt. It hurt way more than she was willing to admit. She bought lingerie. She had no idea what Spencer’s taste was when it came to things like that, but she did what Spencer would do and she made an educated guess. She knew that he liked it when she wore dresses, he would always compliment her when she wore pale colors. He said she looked pretty in everything, but especially in white.

So she picked out a set that was white, with lots of intricate little lace details. No one warned her that lingerie was so expensive, but Spencer was paying for a hotel room, so she figured she could spring for some pretty underwear. It wasn’t just for him, when she tried it on in the dressing room she knew she couldn’t leave without it. Something about the lace and the way it hugged her body just made her feel amazing.

Not that Spencer would’ve minded if she’d done none of that. He’d still find her sexy if she turned up in sweatpants and a t-shirt with stains on it. She was perfect to him. Which is why they didn’t want to jump into it right away. Where was the sense of occasion in that?

Instead Spencer had planned out the evening, he’d pick her up from her apartment, and they’d drive to the hotel, drop their bags, then head out for dinner. When they returned to the room that evening, then they’d have sex.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him that it didn’t sound so sexy when he gave her a regimented list of activities like that. But she knew he just wanted her to have the best possible time, and she trusted him. As always.

And she was right to trust him, but Spencer had been losing his mind about that all week. Stressed that he was going to be a let down. She’d never been with anyone else before and what if he was underwhelming? What if it was the worst first time anyone ever had? He knew the statistics, how few women cum their first time, how few cum from penetration alone. And in spite of himself he was determined. Determined to make this the best it could possibly be for her.

She was perfect, and she deserved no less than perfection.

He thought about filling their hotel room with roses, so many that you’d hardly be able to see the room. Or maybe just rose petals, scattered along the bed and the floor. Would candles be too much?

Instead he stopped himself, and he kept it simple. He bought a bouquet of roses before he went to pick her up. When he showed up at her door, flowers in hand she wasn’t quite ready to leave yet. Her hair and make-up were pristine, but she was still in sweatpants and an oversized jumper.

“Are we staying in tonight? I could’ve sworn we had plans?” he jokes, stepping inside and handing her the flowers.

“Haha, very funny. I just need 10 minutes to change.” she swats his arm, “Aren't you a walking cliche, a dozen red roses?” she admires the bouquet, bringing her nose to them to take in the sweet scent.

“Nope” he says with confidence, “Only 10. While red roses signify love and romance, the number of roses given actually carries it’s own significance.” he explains, “And the message that 10 roses sends is, ‘you’re perfect’, which you are”. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he says it. He feels so sappy but from the way she looks up at him he can tell she’s just as sappy.

“You’re too much” she says, and pulls him in for a short kiss, “Will you put these in some water for me while I get dressed?” she asks, and he wants to tell her not to bother, they should ditch the plan and he’ll just scoop her up into his arms right now and take her on her bed. But he just about manages to stop himself.

When she emerges from her room again she’s in the sweetest little dress. It’s white, and the bodice hugs her while the skirt fans out once it hits her waist. She looks like a fucking princess. He loved her, he loved that this was what made her feel confident, and sexy. And he can’t escape the little gasp that falls from his lips. She just giggles at him.

“Close your mouth” she teases.

“No way, come here” he reaches out for her and settles his hands on her waist, pulling her in close and pressing their lips together, slow and deliberate. Taking his time to taste her, making sure she can feel exactly how excited he is to be with her. It takes longer than it should but she has to press her hands on his chest and push him away gently to break the kiss.

“If you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna make it out of my living room” she says, and it’s supposed to be a joke but they both seem to know it’s only just shy of the truth.

— —

The hotel’s not far from either of their apartments, but it feels like a completely different planet. It’s expensive looking, and it’s such a stark contrast to all of the motels they have to stay in across the country.

The bed is plush, and high off the ground with crisp white sheets. And even if they weren’t planning on having sex in it, they’d still be excited to sleep in it. As they enter the room Spencer drops their bags while Y/N all but sprints over to the bed, throwing her body onto it with such force that she bounces back up off it just a little.

Spencer laughs at her, and her giddy excitement. There was still a nervous energy present in her, but nothing like before. There was no worry, no uncertainty.

He can’t help but admire her, the way she’s spread out on the bed, her hair fanned out around her like a halo, her dress spread out, blending into the white of the sheets as she giggled, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he says, walking over to the bed, standing so that he’s looking down on her. She just shakes her head from side to side.

“That’s you” she turns it back on him and he smiles. He leans down over her bracing his hands on either side of her head as he leans down to kiss her. Her own hands move up to cradle his face, holding it gently as their lips move against one another. When they break apart she’s just looking up at him adoring.

“How did I get so lucky?” she asks this time, and his heart just about explodes in his chest. He leans in again, kissing her with a little more force than last time. Climbing onto the bed instead of hovering over it so that he can be closer to her, feel more of her pressed up against him than just her lips.

He moves so that they’re both on the mattress, so that he can wrap an arm around her waist and pull her so tight against him while they kiss. He uses his other hand to roam around her body, down her shoulder, trailing delicately along her arm. Along the curve of her waist, gripping her hip just a little when he passes it. He uses that hand to slowly pull up the skirt of her dress. Not with an intentions, just so that he can have a hand on her bare skin. Resting so gently on her thigh so that he can feel the goosebumps that he leaves behind.

That’s one of the things he loves most about her, just how responsive she is. It never takes very long before she’s gasping and moaning beneath him, even if his hands are gentle. And that’s exactly how they end up. With her writhing beneath him, tiny moans passing from her mouth into his as his fingers dig into the skin of her thighs. Hiking up her dress, further and further until he could see her panties. Just like that evening on his couch.

“Spence?” she moans out as his hands creep further and further inside of her thighs. He pauses for a moment to look down at her, to check in.

“Are you okay?” he rasps, his breathing shaky, and she nods quickly, putting him at ease instantly.

“I just— could we— can we do it now?” she’s looking up at him completely doe-eyed, her hands draped lazily around his neck, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation. And all he wants in the world is to say yes. Fuck it, yes of course, anything she wanted. But he couldn’t.

They’d waited this long, what was another few hours. Besides, they had reservations, he didn’t want to have to rush anything to make it to the restaurant in time. He wanted to give her all of the attention she deserved. So he shook his head.

“Nope” he says, telling himself as much as her, “We’ve got dinner in 30”

She pouts immediately, and he wants to give in right away but he pulls himself back, removing his hands from her thighs, and freeing himself from her soft grip. She pouts even more as he stands up off the bed completely.

“You’re really gonna leave me like this?” she asks, more brazen than usual, sitting up on her elbows a little so that she can see him as he walks across the room.

“I don’t want to start something I can’t finish” he jokes, but she doesn’t look impressed.

“You already did” she counters, his eyes darting to her exposed white panties between her legs, but he shakes his head again.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, you better start getting ready for dinner” he points at her as though he’s trying to be stern, but they both knew he was wrapped around her finger.

She’s got absolutely no intention of using this time to get ready. Instead she reclines back in the bed, resting her head amongst the pillows, and she takes up right where Spencer left off. Pulling her skirt up and tucking her fingers into the waistband of her panties to find herself soaking wet. She trails her fingers between her folds, her lips softly parting to let out a small moan at the overall feeling that was building in her already.

She can’t help but cry out just a little as she sinks one of her fingers inside of herself, burying it as deep as it will go and curving it up to hit that spot she knows so well. By the time she’s added a second finger Spencer’s back in her line of sight. And he looks like he’s almost frozen in place when their eyes lock.

“Y/N” he just gasps, so small, she’s mentioned that she was the only other person who'd touched her like that, but for some reason he’d never thought to picture it. And thank god he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have held a candle to this.

“You started it,’’ she whines, “so I’m finishing it” her chest it heaving as she takes in long, labored breaths, her back arching up off the bed as her fingers continue to move inside of her panties. When it looks like she might just be about to cum her intervenes, sitting next to her on the bed and grabbing her wrist softly.

“Let me” he breathes, and she lets him pull her hand out of her panties. Instead of leaving it down by her side he brings it up towards him. Taking the two fingers that had just been inside of her and sucking them into his mouth. His soft lips sealing around them. She didn’t even know what to say.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long” he says once he lets the digits out of his mouth, and she's not only speechless, but she’s breathless now too.

With that he repositions himself on the bed so that he’s lying in-between her legs. He pulls at the sides of her panties and slides them down her legs so that she’s exposed to him. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her he was desperate for more.

Reaching further up under the skirt of her dress so that he could rest his hands on her hips, he uses the leverage to pull her a little closer. So that his face is right up against her centre. He places lingering delicate kisses all along the inside of her right thigh, and then her left. Agonizingly slow, teasing his way closer and closer to where she wanted him.

Once he’s run out of spots to kiss he’s finally at her core, and he introduces his tongue in one tentative lick right through her folds, tasting her even better now. Thankfully he’s got her hips pinned down with his hands or else they’d have sprung up off the bed.

“Fuck” she moans already, and that’s a good sign.

“Do you like that?” he asks, not playful or teasing, just genuine.

“So, so much” she affirms, and he dives right back in.

His tongue swiping between her folds, just grazing her clit every once in a while so that he could feel the way she squirmed beneath him. When he wraps his lips around her clit and begins to suck, with just the lightest pressure, she’s moaning so loud they’re probably going to get a noise complaint.

“Oh god, oh god” she starts to whine, “I think I’m close” she manages to force out. So he takes that as his queue to release his grip on one of her hips so that he can slowly push one of his long fingers deep inside of her. The stimulation from it, coupled with his lips in between her legs is enough to kill her she thinks.

Before she can think about it she’s cumming around him, on him, her hands fisting the sheets for any kind of purchase. Unable to control the moans the ripped through her.

When Spencer reappears from beneath her skirt a moment later his lips and chin are glistening, and there’s a dopey smile on his face, so she can do nothing else but pull him down on top of her for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She wonders for a second if this turned Spencer on as much as it turned her on.

“Spencer” she breathes once they’ve broken apart, “that was amazing.”

“Yeah?” he looks at her, and delighted is the only word to describe his expression.

“Yeah” she tells him and he doesn’t miss a beat before he's on her again, diving in and placing feverish kisses all along her neck, down her collar bone, right to the cleavage that’s just exposed at the neckline of her dress. He starts to pull down the straps on her shoulders, doing anything he can to get it off her without having to move from his position, so perfectly situated on top of her.

“Spencer” she giggles, pulling his face up out of her chest, “What ever happened to dinner?

“We’re already 9 minutes late” he just laughs, “fuck dinner” and he dives back in. And she can’t fight him on that one. He’s sick of working around the fabric of her dress so he sits up the the bed and pulls her up with him.

“We’ve gotta get this off” he says, frantically searching for the zipper, and she wants to laugh at his eagerness, and she would, if she weren’t just as excited to be undressed. She has to help him find the zipper at her side so that he can slide it down. The dress goes slack around her just enough that he can pull it off over her head.

And now she’s just lying down in front of him in nothing but a bra and he thinks he might pass out. It’s a pretty one, white, and lacy, with a little satin bow in-between the cups. It’s so gorgeous against her skin that he almost wishes he hadn’t taken her panties off earlier. So that he could properly admire the whole set.

“I like this” he bites his lip, “I like it a lot” she doesn’t have to ask ‘what’ he’s looking so unashamedly at her breasts that she can’t mistake it.

“I bought it for you” she gazes up at him. And it makes this heart melt, she’d bought it for him, for him to see, to touch, to admire, to remove. “Can we take off your clothes now?” she asks then, and he feels stupid that they’re still on. He was so caught up in looking at her he’d almost forgotten he was even there. So he moves quickly, hopping up for a moment to rid himself of his clothes.

Once he’s in front of her in nothing but his boxers she starts to feel nervous again. She’s seen his cock before, she’s held it, tasted it, but this time was different. This time it was going to be inside of her. What if he didn’t like it, what if she was bad at all of this and he hated it.

He takes them off so that she can see just how hard he is, flushed and leaking, so excited to be with her. And it should feel reassuring, but it just feels like pressure. Pressure to be good.

Once he’s hovering over her again, his mouth working against hers as his hands work to unclasp her bra he can feel the hesitation in her kiss, in her touch. So he stops, and he pulls back.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he says, his voice laced with equal parts love and concern.

She thinks for a moment before she speaks, “I just don’t want it to be bad for you” she whispers, like she’s embarrassed. And he can do nothing to contain the shock that spreads across his features.

“It could never be!” he rushes out, “This could be the worst sex of all time, and it would still be the best sex of my life, because it’s with you”

She softens immediately, he always knew exactly what to say to put her at ease. To comfort her so completely. So she pulls him back down to connect their lips once again. This time with the passion that she usually did, no apprehension, no worry.

And they stay like that for a few more minutes, him on top of her, their mouths moving against one another. With her bra on the floor his hands caressed and squeezed her bare breasts, fingers gently teasing her nipples in a way that made her gasp.

He has to climb off of her to get a condom from his bag, and for the brief moment that his warmth is gone she misses it more than she ever thought possible. When he returns to the bed, foil wrapper in hand she’s excited. This was it.

“Can I—” she starts, “can I put it on?” she asks sheepishly. And honestly he’s confused, but he hands her the wrapper anyway. She rips open the foil and pulls out the condom. Holding it in one hand as she grips his cock with the other, pumping it gently, softly gliding up and down the length a few times. She leans down into his lap for just a moment and licks up the underside of it, leaving an ever so slight kiss at the tip where it was leaking. Then she starts to slide the condom down his length, all the way down, so, so, slowly until it was at the base. No one had ever put a condom on him but himself, and he had no idea it could’ve been that hot the whole time.

He pulls her in for an appreciative kiss, pushing her back down on the bed so that he was on top of her once again.

“Can you, um— can you be on top?” she asks, biting her lip and looking up at him.

“Of course, whatever you want.” he whispers, “You’ve got to tell me if you don’t like something, or if you’re in pain, or not comfortable, or if you just want me to stop for any reason. Okay?” he asks, so sincere, and so full of love. And she’s so unbelievably happy that she waited for Spencer.

“It’s usually more comfortable and enjoyable if the woman has already cum once during the session, so you should be relaxed, but I’ll go slow.” she nods up at him.

“I’m ready” she sucks in a deep breath and pulls him in by his neck to kiss him, her lips open on his right away as she delves her tongue into his mouth. The taste of her arousal still lingering on his tongue. He pushes in while their mouths are still connected and he can feel her short gasp against his lips. She lets out a small wince at the sensation and it breaks his heart just a little.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

“No, no! It just takes a little getting used to, you can keep going” she reassures him. And it does hurt a little, but it’s more like pressure. A pressure she hadn’t felt before. He pushes further in, and further in, and further in, until he’s completely inside of her, as deep as he can go. He moves so slowly so that she can take her time getting used to the feeling.

And if he was honest with himself he needed time to adjust too. She was so tight and warm around him, and whenever he’s still he can feel her clench around his length. He’d forgotten just how good this felt. Or maybe it had never felt quite this good before.

He keeps still inside of her, leaning down to litter her neck with kisses. Giving her time, she seemed to be enjoying it a little more now, biting her lip as she looks up at him.

“That feels so good Spencer” she moans out, her fingernails digging into his back as he raises up to look at her, “Does it feel good for you?” she says, and he almost can’t believe she’d even have to ask.

“It feels perfect. You feel perfect, so tight and wet” he lowers down so he can moan it right into her ear and that does something to her.

“I think you can start moving now?” she says

“Are you sure?” he asks and she nods, enthusiastic. And so he starts to move, slow and deliberate, long deep thrusts in and out of her. It doesn’t take long before she really seems to like it, adjusting to the feeling faster than she thought she would. Her legs come up to wrap around him, heels digging into his back to pull him close.

And they’re both moaning in tandem this time, moving together, breathing in sync, becoming one whole in every sense of the word. When she started to squirm beneath him, her hands gripping at his shoulders, his neck, wherever she could, he almost couldn't believe it. She was close.

So he put one hand on the headboard to steady himself and slipped the other down, skimming it along her torso before settling it right in-between her thighs. Circling her clit with his finger, faster and faster to match the speed of his thrusts as he tried to continue pumping in and out of her.

“Spencer, I think I’m—” she moans out, breathless and perfect, “Ah fuck! Right there!”

“That’s it baby” he hums, comforting and reassuring, his hands and his cock continuing their movements, working her closer and closer, “Cum for me.”

A second later she’s writhing beneath him, her back arching up off the bed, her nails digging so hard into his back that it hurt. “Fuck! Spencer!” she cries out as he works her through her high. It only takes another moment or two before he’s there himself, releasing inside of her, and the feeling is indescribable.

He pulls out of her slowly, taking care not to hurt her, when he’s sure she looks comfortable he allows himself to finally lay down on top of her. Collapsing softly, and resting his head on her bare chest.

On instinct she moves her hands to his hair, it’s just a little sweaty but she combs her fingers through it anyway. He was so beautiful.

“That was—” she wants to tell him, but she’s got no words, none that would do it any justice.

“Just the beginning.” he finishes for her.

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