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Ultimate Girls Night

*Contains Smut

After a particularly hard case, Penelope suggests an ultimate girls night, all the BAU girls that have been in the unit.

Word Count: 2300

“I think after that case we need the ultimate girls night.” Penelope says as the team puts their bags on their respective desks. They just got back from a tough case and everyone is mentally beat. JJ turns towards Penelope, “ultimate girls night?” Penelope nods enthusiastically. “We get all the BAU girls, past and present, and have a girls night. Think about it, we have always done them with the current BAU members, but never with all of them.” Penelope pointedly looks at each female in the room. JJ looks like she is amused, Emily is calculating how that would work and Tara is skeptical. JJ shrugs, “it would be nice to see Elle again.” Emily chimed in, “it would be nice to put faces to names for some of them.” Tara shrugged as she didn’t care, a girls night was a girls night.

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Friday night was finally upon them. Penelope had created a group chat to send out the details the night before. The plan was to meet at a club then sleepover at one of the houses that was to be determined later. Penelope, Emily and JJ carpooled to save on ride share prices for the night. They showed up at the club and waited outside for the rest of their group. Penelope was in one of her bright pink outfits. Emily was wearing the same black dress she used to talk to Viper on that one case. JJ was in dark jeans and a sparkly green shirt. Tara showed up next in a black pantsuit. Elle arrived next and walked up to the group. She hugged Penelope and went to hug JJ who was not-so-subtly staring. Elle was in dark jeans like JJ, but was wearing a black fitted corset top. “Long time no see, JJ.” Elle says with a smirk bringing JJ in for a hug. Alex and Kate show up at the same time. Alex was wearing something similar to a work outfit, black slacks and a button up shirt. Kate was in light wash jeans and a dark pink red shirt.

Introductions were made by Penelope and then they made their way inside. The music was loud, the bass reverberating in their bones. The group made through the crowd to an empty table and set down their things. “First round is on me.” Alex says making her way to the bar. Emily turns to Tara,”how is it we have just sat down and there’s already a woman making eyes at you?” Tara looks at her confused. Emily points with her eyes to a female, probably in her thirties maybe forty’s. She is cute, black slacks and button up shirt that would be too much for work, but perfect for the bar. “Nah, I just got dumped. I’m not ready.” Tara says, but keeps glancing at the woman, clearly intrigued. “Rebecca broke up with you a while ago. I’m not saying go and ask her to get married, just go and dance with her, remember how to have fun.” Emily encourages Tara with a smile.

Alex arrives back at the table with the first round of double shots. Tara downs her shot in a second while the others follow shortly. Tara looked down at Emily with something in her eyes. She grabs Emily’s hand and drags her to the dance floor. Emily sputters in confusion. “I’m remembering how to have fun.” Tara smirks at Emily when they arrive at the dance floor. Emily smiles and puts her arms around Tara’s neck, enjoying how the conversation ended.

The rest of the girls were on their second round of shots. Kate sat on the innermost chair and took in her surroundings. She hadn’t been out like this since she gave birth to her second child. She had been out, but it was a bunch of moms, so it was much different than this. She couldn’t do this each weekend, but once in a while was super fun. She downed her second shot and looked around at the females around her. Penelope was practically vibrating with excitement about everyone being together and was talking Alex’s ear off. JJ and Elle were catching up and looked quite cozy. Emily and Tara were still on the dance floor. Kate felt her mouth curl up into a smile. She had missed these women she had worked with for such a short amount of time. “So how are the two children we all love so much?” Penelope asks switching her and Alex’s attention to me. “Meg is a typical teenager, but she is also so sweet. She loves her little sister, even when she is mad at Chris and me she would protect her sister through anything.” Kate responds with a smile. Penelope squeals with happiness while Alex smiles softly at Kate. “How’d teaching, Professor Alex?” Kate asks jokingly. Alex chuckles and glances down. “It’s good, I actually really enjoy it. I love the students and the topics.” Alex responds, “I don’t know how you,” she looks at Penelope, “are still doing the job.” Penelope chuckles. “I wasn’t for a few years. I only came back recently to help with a new case.” Penelope responds. “It hasn’t been easy, to be honest. But I am a new person so it’s different, but familiar.” “Only you could take a break from the job, then go back to it.” Alex chuckles.

“So, how do you like being a profiler, JJ?” Elle asks with a smile. She had kept in touch with JJ over the years, but it has dwindled recently. Life got in the way, but there was an invisible tug towards her that never let Elle completely let JJ go. Even throughout her marriage to Will and birthing two incredibly cute kids. Even knowing it could never happen, Elle was just happy to be able to call JJ her friend. “It’s been good. Sometimes I do miss being communication liaison though. It was easier in different ways.” JJ responds, “reminds me of the time you were profiling next to me.” JJ smirks at Elle sliding a little closer to her. “Let’s dance.” JJ says dragging Elle to the dance floor.

Emily and Tara have been dancing and progressively got closer to each other. They have only had one double shot each, but between the music and being so close to each other, they felt like they had multiple. Tara’s hands were roaming all over Emily’s body. Emily’s arms slowly pulled Tara closer to her. They both had heat in their eyes. Their mouths crashed together passionately when their bodies could get no closer. They clawed at each other’s bodies as if they couldn’t be close enough. Their tongues fought for dominance while exploring each other. Emily tilted Tara’s head backwards and started kissing her neck. Emily made her way down to in between Tara’s chest. Tara lifted Emily’s face and captured her mouth with hers again. Tara broke the kiss and led Emily to the bathrooms.

Tara led Emily into the single person bathroom and locked the door. “Are you sure?” Emily pants as Tara pins her against the door. Tara gives Emily a look full of lust. She doesn’t break eye contact while Tara slips her hand under Emily’s dress and moves her underwear to the side. Tara starts circling Emily’s clit causing Emily to throw her head back. “Yeah, I’m sure.” Tara says and then kisses Emily with a bruising pressure. Tara kissed down Emily’s body until she was on her knees before Emily. Tara pushed Emily’s dress up to her waist and then slid her underwear down and threw them to the side. Once Tara had unrestricted access she took one of Emily’s legs and put it over her shoulder. She then sucked and licked as if she was starving. Emily was a writhing mess above her. A couple more sucks had Emily falling over the edge. Tara guided her through with her fingers while standing upright and taking Emily’s mouth into hers again. Emily threw her head back as Tara was still pumping her fingers and started circling Emily’s clit with her thumb. Tara kissed Emily’s neck, up to her mouth again.

As Emily’s second orgasm dwindled down, she turned them so Tara was being pinned against the door with a kiss. As they make out Emily searches for the zipper on the side of Tara’s pantsuit. She gets it unzipped and smugly tugs it down Tara’s body as she leaves kisses in her trail. Emily stops and plays with Tara’s already free breasts as she finishes taking off the pantsuit. Once the pantsuit is discarded by her underwear Emily continues her descent. Emily inserts a finger and starts pumping lazily kissing her way back up. Emily kisses Tara’s mouth twice then whispers, “you going to be a good girl?” Tara whimpers slightly and nods causing Emily to add a second finger and thrusting them faster while circling Tara’s clit with her thumb. Emily could feel Tara was on the edge, “cum for me.” That was what Tara needed to spill over the edge. She slumped against Emily who held her upright fusing their mouths. Tara winded Emily’s gray hair in her hands, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss. Emily moaned into the kiss which encouraged Tara to deepen the kiss even more. They get pulled back into the world when someone knocks on the door. They quickly get their clothes fully on and then Emily leads Tara back to the table.

Penelope gives Emily and Tara a knowing look when they get back to the table. “You are very behind on shots.” Kate says pointing to the shots at where their stuff lays. With reality weighing in on Emily, she starts shooting back the shots. Tara looks at Emily shooting the shots like nothing and gives her a concerned look while slowly shooting her multiple shots. “Where’s JJ and Elle?” Tara asks noticing their absence. Alex nods towards to where they are on the dance floor.

Elle and JJ are dancing with no space in between them. Elle keeps looking at JJ’s lips and having to remind herself that it isn’t the past, JJ isn’t single anymore. She’s not the type to cheat on her significant other. Elle really should put space between them, but she just can’t bring herself to move back. JJ has her arms wrapped around Elle’s neck and everything seems right. If JJ wanted space, she would create the space.

JJ sees the heat in Elle’s eyes, she has the same heat in her eyes. Memories of the past in her head haven’t stopped since she laid eyes on Elle. She hasn’t failed to notice Elle constantly looking at her mouth. Memories of her doing that right before kissing them in a hotel room on a case floods JJ’s brain. JJ grabs Elle’s hand and drags her to a secluded space in a random hallway out of view. “Elle, you’re my hall pass.” JJ says and Elle is confused at first, but then she understands. JJ kisses her as soon as the confusion leaves her face. They break apart and stare at each other for a second. Elle then spins them and pins JJ against the wall with a bruising kiss. JJ wraps her arms around Elle’s neck pulling her closer. Their breathing becomes pants and Elle unzips JJ’s jeans. Elle rubs JJ’s clit and whispers,”are you going to be good just like all those years ago?” JJ responds by moaning into Elle’s mouth as she initiates another kiss. “Yes mommy.” JJ says while Elle adds a finger and starts pumping in and out. Soon JJ is tumbling over the edge. Elle adds another finger, “c’mon baby, you can give me another one.” JJ could feel another orgasm coming up. She kisses Elle hard in between pants. Elle sticks her other hand down her own jeans and starts circling her own clit. “You’re not to cum until we cum together.” Elle says slowing her pace on JJ and upping her pace on herself. JJ whimpers, “I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer.” Elle gives her a look and then kisses her. Pumping at the same speed for each of them, soon they both were finishing and Elle took her hands out of their pants. She pushed JJ more up against the wall and put their bodies flush against each other. Elle kissed JJ softly then pulled back, “I missed you.” JJ’s eyes soften, “I missed you too.”

Elle kisses JJ one more time, then leads her back to the table. Elle whispers in JJ’s ear, “we’ll continue this later.” JJ blushes while she sits down. Penelope gives them the same face as she gave Emily and Tara. Kate and Alex look in between the two couples that formed tonight with a smile on their faces. “Well, let’s head out, we can go to my house!” Penelope says starting to gather everyone. Alex butts in, “we can actually go to mine, I have more bedrooms for people to sleep in.” Alex smiles at Penelope and Penelope nods in agreement. Alex gives out her address and they piled in two ride shares.

They arrived and Alex’s house was beautiful. It was a medium sized house, but it was perfect for a married couple. James, Alex’s husband, was away on work so we had the whole house. Alex led us in and Elle and JJ took one room, Emily and Tara took another and Penelope and Kate took the family room. They all met in the kitchen getting glasses of wine. All of them were at least tipsy from the shots at the bar. The girls ended up staying up until late in the morning just enjoying each other’s company.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Delicate (blurb)

Summary: Reader and Spencer talk about some of their smaller favorite things.. Reader happens to mention something that catches Spencer’s attention

Category: Fluff (with smut)

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

An: yes, i never checked for errors lol enjoy!! also! where can i get those types of like underwear pieces? just the cotton ones that are a bit cheekier and have like the little ribbon on the waistband? i am obsessed with them!! ok bye lol <3

CW: innocence kink mentioned, age gap (spencer is 36 and reader is 21), alusions to dom!spencer and sub!reader, being naked together mentioned, (brief) oral sex (female recieving), food (eating berries)

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I run my finger gently down her spine, watching the peach fuzz on her skin illuminate her witha golden hue. 

“What about you?” I ask, letting her feed me a raspberry as she turns around and pops a berry in her mouth. 

“What about me?” she queries, combing her fingers through my hair. 

We’re laying on our bed, basking in the golden spotlight of the bright sun that peaks through the curtains (and our post-coital bliss), as we feed each other berries, talking about our favorite things. We’re both naked, except she has her soft pink panties on, with a little red rose made out of ribbon sewn onto the thin waistband. She had been laying on my chest, but now she is straddling my thigh, looking into my eyes with such love that I feel my chest blossom with a brilliant warmth. 

She’s so, incredibly beautiful.

The sun in her hair makes a sort of a halo effect, and I can’t help but think how much of a true angel she is. 

Sent down from above. 

The soft, satin sheets cover my hips; the white fabric falling from Y/n’s shoulders as she sits on my thigh. I smile softly at her, in complete awe of just.. her.

I lean forward and kiss her nose. 

I love to kiss her nose. 

She always scrunches it up after. 

She drags a raspberry across my lips and I open, the tart fruit lingering on my tongue just like the taste of her essence. 

It’s similar in a way--they’re both so sweet and delicious. 

God, I love her. 

She giggles softly, and I can’t help but smile wider. 

However, I continue on with my question. 

“What’re some of your smaller favorite things?” 

She hums as she thinks, her doe eyes looking up at the ceiling. 

Collapsing on my chest, she kisses the skin softly before answering. My fingers trace the silk skin of the tops of her arms.

“Nose kisses,” I feel a blush rest on my cheeks. She continues. “Eating fruit in bed, finally understanding a math problem..” I laugh softly, kissing the top of her head as she keeps listing things. “Getting into those really deep talks about life; the ones that make you question everything and make your brain all mushy,” 

“Ah, what an existentialist you are.” I add, earning a laugh from her. 

She lifts her head up to face me, her eyebrows raised to get a better look at my face. “I can’t help it..It’s so interesting to me.” 

I laugh softly and kiss her forehead. She smiles before popping a blackberry in her mouth. 

“Finding that perfect book that gets you back into the groove of reading if you have been feeling unmotivated... Finding a song you love so much that you play it repeatedly and then get sick of it,” she laughs softly. “Oh! And the underwear that has the little ribbons and flowers sewn onto the waistband of the fabric!” 

“You have those on right now,” I point out, dragging my finger over the tiny red rose. 

She wiggles her hips. “I can’t help it, they make me feel all pretty an’ they are so delicate-looking.” 

“You are pretty,” I say as she straddles my thigh again before kissing my lips gently--then slumping back onto the bed behind her. 

“Yeah, well, they make me feel all pretty.” she whispers, flipping onto her front as she toys with the small necklace I gave her.

I smile, sitting up and kissing up her back, my hands on either side of her body. 

Laughter bubbles from her chest as I kiss the soft skin of her shoulderblades. 

I smile against her skin at the sound.

Hoisting myself up on my forearms by her head, she turns around, pulling me down for a slow and sensual kiss.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, Bunny,” I whisper against her lips, and her hips rut up against mine as she tries to be closer to me. “And, insatiable.” I add, chuckling at her small whimpers.

As I kiss down her tummy and the plush skin of her inner thighs, I make note to buy her more of the ribbon-underwear. Because not only does she like to wear them..I love seeing her in them.

I wrap my lips around the puffy and swollen bud, humming in pleasure against her and making a mental check to make sure I get as much delicate underwear as she wants when she gets home from her college classes tomorrow.

--

“Hey, Emily?” 

It’s the next day, and as much as I want to purchase one of Y/n’s favorite things, I am not so sure as to where I can buy them.

So, why not ask the girls on the team. 

They should help.. right?

“Hey, Spence! What’s up?” 

I decided to go to Emily because I know that she won’t make me feel weird about asking. 

“I-uhm, I have a question for you,” I begin, swallowing thickly. 

Emily finished pouring her coffee and turns to me, sipping it slowly. 

“What’s up?”

I take a breath. 

“Well, you see--Y/n and I were talking about some of our uhm, small-favorite things and well..She mentioned that she liked the type of underwear that has the little ribbon on the waistband? I wanted to buy them for her today as a surprise and just, well--I was wondering where I could get it.” 

Emily chuckled lightly, “Does it look like I would wear those types of panties?” 

I blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed. 

“I-I’m sorry, I just--” 

“Reid,” she cut me off, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’m joking. You can get them at Lillian’s Palace. They have a ton of those types of pieces.” 

I pressed my lips into a thin line and nodded, thanking Emily. 

Before walking away, Emily called after me. “Does Doctor Reid have an innocence kink, or what?” she teased, and I rolled my eyes jokingly at her. 

“Haha.” I laughed.

She was right though. 

I do. 

--

I had picked out sixteen pairs of those types of panties and two more sets of bras.

The total came out to $327, so I paid and drove home. 

Y/n was lying on her belly on the couch, her legs kicked up, ankles dancing along with the music that she played in her earbuds as she worked intently on a homework sheet. 

I smiled, kicking my shoes off and turning on the nearest lamp to catch her attention. 

“Ah!” she yelped, ripping her earbud out of her right ear. She sat up, relief washing over her features when she realized it was me. I chuckled, walking over and kissing her lips softly. 

“Spence, you scared me!” 

“I’m sorry, love,” I apologized, engulfing her into a tight hug. 

We stayed like that for a minute before she noticed the plastic bag with her present in it. 

“What’s that?” she asked, and I handed it to her. 

“I got it for you..I-I asked Emily where to get them and--”

“Oh, Spence!” she squealed, her bright eyes wide. “You didn’t have to get me all of this!” 

She jumped up, pulling me in for a million tiny kisses and then a big one. 

I laughed at her excitement, my hands drawing circles on the small of her back.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

“Of course,” I responded, smiling brightly at her pure enthusiasm. “You think you can try them on and model them for me?” 

I quirked an eyebrow and she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. 

“You, Spencer Reid, are a very dirty man! Feral, is what they call you!” she shouted, blowing me a kiss as she walked into the other room to change into my new purchases. “But you’re my absolute favorite!” 

I laughed, my body felt warm as I began waiting for her to give me her own personal fashion show.

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Nobody: Spencer Reid

Summary: After an accident on a case, the reader is left with trauma and anxiety. A miscommunication between her and the person she needs most (Spencer Reid) begins to eat her alive and he just so happens to be the only one there when she breaks again.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Includes: mentions of kissing, mentions of traumatizing events (not specified), depictions of anxiety, fluff, miscommunication, angst to fluff

A/N: The song is Nobody by Mitski. Read with this for the ultimate experience.

Sometimes things felt too literal. Words start to sound weird and feel weird when you say them, clothes feel too much like clothes against your skin, the texture of any food in your mouth becomes too prevalent while eating.

These things started happening after you witnessed and endured something awful on a case. You wouldn't dare bring up the full memory in case it took over and killed you all over again. It wasn't PTSD, but it was the cause of your anxiety attacks most of the time when they occurred.

After that case, you spent a week in the hospital where they happened nearly every day and the doctors weren't much help, to be frank. The only people who really ever helped were your friends and the person you were so close to dating, Spencer Reid.

It was a long story. To dumb it down, the case event happened and you and Spencer thought you were about to die so he confessed his feelings for you and of course they were reciprocated. He asked, then and there through stuttering words, 'If we make it out of here please go out with me?" As his last bit of hope, and he kissed you before you were taken away by the unsub. He didn't endure nearly as much as you did which was why he wasn't as affected. But you had said 'yes' to that question and three weeks later, you still hadn't talked about it.

When the anxiety attacks happened, you often felt like you couldn't breathe, like the walls were pressing in on you. Sometimes you'd be with JJ when it happened. She would immediately ask you what you needed and often that would just be a hug.

Emily witnessed one at your house when she came over to check on you. She rushed over, caring voice and soft hands and told you to put your head between your knees, stroking your hair until you felt better.

Penelope made the 30-minute drive from her house every Friday night she wasn't working on a case to bring you dinner she had made and chat with you about anything you wanted.

Your friends cared for you, it was so prevalent. It was almost always that fact that was getting you through this as you continued to get better. You would return to work in two weeks because now the anxiety attacks were only once in a while and better controlled by you and Spencer still hadn't spoken to you since.

It was now nearly two weeks later. You would go back to work on Monday.

"He did come to visit you in the hospital before you woke up," Penelope said, stirring her cup of ramen. It was just another Friday and she sat across from you in your chair, cross-legged. "I don't know what's up with him if he isn't speaking to you, he seems fine at work."

You sighed, swallowing your bite. "I'm just scared that he regrets what he said and did before I was dragged away. It was those words and that kiss that got me through what the unsub did and I keep thinking about it and him..."

"It was romantic," she noted, waving her chopstick in the air. "I think you should call him, rather than just text him. It'll catch him off-guard and in-the-moment."

"Now?"

"Yes, so I can listen!"

You smiled a little, pulling out your phone as your heart began to race. What if he did pick up? What if it was awkward? What if he somehow didn't remember?

You pressed on his name, then pressed call. It began to hum quietly with pending rings. One ring, two, then five, then seven, then there was a small beep.

'You've reached Dr. Spencer Reid, uh, leave a message,' his voice said through the machine, still as sweet and youthfully scratchy. You bit your lip and nodded.

"I should have known that he didn't want to talk. Penelope, I can't stop thinking about him and he keeps ignoring my calls and I'm... frankly I'm afraid that nothing will ever happen and he'll ignore me forever."

Penelope cringed, "(Y/N), uh... there's... it's gone to voicemail and you're recording."

"Shit!" You panicked, looking at your phone. "How do I stop it?!"

"The red button!"

"That's the end call button I-" you pressed it by accident. Oh my god, the message went through. You just sat there with Penelope, both of you frozen in shock. That did not just happen... did it really just happen? Your one moment of self-pity and worry was one moment that Spencer would hear if he touched his phone on a Friday night.

The rest of the night was spent with you fighting off panic, pacing your room. Penelope agreed to stay overnight, but you could not handle the fact Spencer would hear what you said. It was humiliating to think about him hearing you stress over something like that.

This is what nagged at you all weekend, threatening the impending anxiety that was building up. Every second was agony, spent pacing and overthinking. Sleep was hard to get, so you took melatonin and your dreams taunted you with it all over again.

Monday morning you rushed to get dressed. You needed to see Spencer, no matter how hard it was to face him. You pulled on dress pants and a navy blue cotton v-neck shirt with bell sleeves. Laundry was forgotten through two days of panic, so this was pretty much the only shirt you had.

You brushed through your hair and applied your regular makeup and there, you were presentable and didn't look like you'd lost your mind over the weekend. You were going back, finally. It was somewhat refreshing if you dismissed the Spencer ordeal.

The drive there was fine. Music helped to calm you down and you listened as long as you could. Stepping into the BAU was different, it felt like you were being crushed the moment you stepped in.

"There's my girl!" Derek Morgan was the first to notice you walk in and he greeted you with open arms and a crushing hug. You smiled, letting him. It had been a while since you last saw him. He let you go after a few seconds, but his hands stayed on your shoulders. "We missed you here, things weren't as fun without you."

"I bet," you grinned, heading to your desk. You could hide your freakout well. "I missed the smell of coffee and paper in the morning."

"(Y/N), glad to have you back," Hotch said, walking down the steps. He did seem honestly glad to see you as there was a small twitch of his mouth when he approached you and Derek. "You're sure you're alright to work again? I assume today is a file day, but we'll be back out there soon."

You nodded, smiling back. "Getting there, but it's controllable now," He narrowed his eyebrows. "I'll be fine for the field and if I'm not, I can always stay at the precinct to work things out there."

Hotch looked to Derek, then back at you. "Sounds good. Again, glad to have you back, agent." Hotch shook your hand and passed you, heading into JJ's office.

"Morgan..." You started, fiddling with your fingers. "Have you seen Spencer?"

"Yeah, he just went to the washroom, why?"

"I need to talk to him..."

The day went on and of course, you saw Spencer, but he paid you no mind. Not even a 'welcome back' or anything. You were just there and it was like you never left, except Spencer didn't even look at you. He was busy with his work and you constantly found yourself watching him. Maybe he'd heard your voice mail, maybe not, but either way, he didn't seem to care anymore.

That month and a half you spent recovering- was it possible that he used that time away from you to get over you? The idea was haunting and tugged at your heart. To be the only one all-in was such an incredibly painful idea. What he said before you were dragged away into the depths of hell meant something to you and it kept you alive... and to think he probably didn't mean it...

You needed to stop thinking about it before it made you burst into a million pieces. To be surrounded by everyone who you loved and loved you back wasn't enough if you couldn't have Spencer, too. Selfish, it sounded so selfish, but it shook you to the core that he wasn't amongst them.

The day continued and more pain was endured. More overthinking, more fear, more insecurity. The day was nearing its end.

Everybody seemed like nobody when Spencer was out of the picture. You had spent so much time thinking about him in the hospital and at home in recovery, who were you without wondering you could make it work? Nobody. Without the fantasy you could be his, you stranded on some sort of island. You were nobody if not Spencer's.

So you were nobody.

It was that thought that keeled you over the edge in the parking lot of the BAU. So much fear, so much pent-up emotion, it was too much to contain and just... spilled over onto everything as your hands began to shake, followed by that godawful feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your knees gave out and you fell conveniently onto the curb next to your car.

There was nobody there, either. You were alone on the concrete curb, face in your shaking hand and the other shaking hand gripping the curb so hard your knuckles turned white. Too much, too little, everything was wrong and you couldn't face Spencer.

You looked up for a brief moment and there was a brief look at someone in a beige cardigan and khaki pants and your heart fell to the pit of your stomach- as if you were humiliated enough. Footsteps, closer.

"A-are you okay?" His voice was a little panicked, definitely not as bad as yours, though. Overall, you were just glad he was within six feet of you.

Of course, you were pretty much unable to reply. Your face stayed in your hands and you felt light fingers on your shoulder, his, and they were somewhat grounding. God, he was here and you couldn't even talk to him, you couldn't even raise your head.

"What do you need, I- what happened?" He cared. But to what extent? His hands felt frantic- they shook a little (again, not nearly as bad as yours) and they moved from your shoulder, to upper arm, to near your neck, to the side of your head. "If this is my fault, I-"

He stopped himself. How could he possibly know that it was the thought of him that sent this into motion? The voicemail didn't entail much other than he was on your mind. You hardly even noticed that you were crying from the anxiety attack until you felt how wet your hands were. Your words kept piling on your tongue and the panic rose again in an entirely new wave.

"Do you- do you need help? I can get Hotch or... Derek, Derek knows, I know, but I don't- I don't think you like me very much and I won't be of help-I-I-I-" His voice continued to ramble and you were flooded with new thoughts. How could he possibly think that you didn't like him? In those moments before you were taken, you had said yes to going out with him if you both made it out. You kissed him back then before the arms grabbed you and dragged you off. Where did the idea of you not liking him come from? It was you who was afraid he didn't like you back.

You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something but you were stuck in your own mind, desperately trying to fight this off, trying hard to calm your breathing. The most you could do was take your hand off of the curb and frantically grab his. You took his hand and you held it tight, trying to slow the sharp intakes of breath. That's when Spencer squeezed your hand and you began to feel better.

And when you did start to feel better and your breathing was still harsh, but better and you could finally move a little more, you did what you had wanted to do every day in the hospital. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Spencer, your arms resting around his shoulders. You needed it and apparently so did he, because he squeezed you back the same. Either it was that or he knew pressure helped. All you could do was hope it wasn't the latter.

Spencer of course buried his face in the crook of your neck like he had before and you knew now that this feeling was coming to an end. The tide was washing out and there was calm after the storm. No words, just your breathing becoming more natural and the wind over your ears. This was all that you needed.

He stayed like this with you for a good five more minutes before you could finally release him, pulling apart and your hand coming up to wipe under your eyes. He didn't speak then, either- he just watched, his face furrowed in concern.

So you spoke, "Spencer wh-" your voice cut out from still being in that state of anxiety. You coughed into your arm, tried again. "Why would you think I don't like you?"

"I-I- don't think that's the question, I- are you okay?" His hands went back to your shoulders bracingly.

You smiled a small smile, "I'm better, it's passed, but Spencer...' You slid into a whisper with the crying coming back. Had it really passed?

"Yes?" His reply was wary. As if afraid to break you, he tiptoed.

"Answer me, please."

He bit his lower lip into his mouth, sighing. "I don't know if I should, you're- you're upset."

You looked at him, dead-on, determined. "Please."

"You didn't call. Not once and I-I-I was worried and then I started to think about it and everything t-that happened before you were taken and that you probably only said and did that because you were about to-to-uh, die." He rambled, words spilling out. "So I thought maybe you didn't really like me and-"

"I was waiting for you to call, too," you actually let out a laugh. He smiled in realization. "Because I was afraid of the exact same thing. I was afraid you didn't mean it and I worked myself up- I called Friday night, though-"

"I didn't- I didn't know that-" he fumbled to bring his phone out of his pocket and he must have seen that he had a voicemail from you and nodded, a little smile appearing on his worried face. "So you did mean to say yes?"

"And you did mean to ask?" You inquired, head tilted.

"Y-yes, of course."

"Then yes," you replied, smile widening to a grin. "How is Saturday night? I think I'll be better by then."

He was positively beaming as he helped you back to your feet. "Saturday is... great. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Much better.... truthfully." You nodded excessively and Spencer began walking back to his car, but then came back quickly to kiss your cheek.

He was like a child excited to go run and tell friends, "Goodnight!"

"Night, Spence." You stood there, basking in the glory that was solved miscommunication. You weren't nobody, you were in fact, somebody. And you were soon to be Spencer's.

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Spoils of a New Year

Summary: Spencer, JJ, and Garcia are all going to Derek New year's party.

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Nothing To Everything

Ch. 3 Aftermath and Girls Night

Word Count: 3352

I stayed at the pub last night since I couldn't bear to leave them after not seeing them in almost a decade. I made sure to message the team and let them know that Antonio would drive me to the airstrip in the morning. We stayed up all night drinking and catching up. Now that it was morning and I am running off of three hours of sleep with a hangover, I am grateful the flight is not that long. I will just hide in the corner of the jet and sleep.

Antonio practically carried me to the car since the sun was too bright even with sunglasses on. He laughed the whole time at my pain. "You really should've remembered that you had to fly back with your team in the morning." I glared at him, "I remembered, I just wanted to try and forget the fact that it was my first case and I already had to tell them a piece of my past." "And how'd that work for you?" Antonio said with a laugh. "I believe my spiral is going to be even harder from my attempt to drown out the demons in my head." The rest of the car ride was silent. Looking at the SUVs already on the airstrip I gathered I was the last person to arrive. Antonio got out of his car and grabbed my go bag for me from the back. He handed it to me then pulled me into a big hug. I could sense the team watching from the jet. "Take care of yourself, Iz. Don't lose yourself in this job." He released me from the hug and walked me to the steps. I got on the jet and sat in the corner by myself. I started tearing up so I tried to hide my face by pulling my hood over my head. I could feel them trying to watch me subtly. I got my crying under control and lifted my hood a little to try and act normal. I tried to sleep but every time I closed my eyes I saw all of the team's horrified faces when they learned I knew Antonio and the gang. When it seemed that I was about to lose it I felt someone sit next to me. I looked and saw Emily next to me with a reassuring smile on her face. She leaned into my ear and whispered, "I know what it feels like to be the newbie with a dark past. You're going to be ok." That was the only thing she said all flight, but she stayed next to me. For some reason just knowing she was next to me was calming. The jet landed and we all filed towards the SUVs that were waiting for us. We drove back to Quantico and all headed upstairs to the sixth floor. We had to continue working since it was midday. Penelope was waiting for us when the elevator opened.

"Oh I am so happy to see all your faces again, especially the newcomer!" She looked at me with such enthusiasm and I tried to reciprocate it, but I was too tired and drained. "Izzy come to my lair and tell me all about it!" She practically dragged me to her office and the rest of the team watched with a smile. I guess this was typical for Penelope, which didn't exactly surprise me. Emily yelled after us, "Go easy on her Pen! We don't want to run her off!" She gave me a warm smile and laughed watching Penelope wave her comment off by literally waving her hand in Emily's direction. Penelope's lair was dark lit, but decorated with every color you could imagine. Her desk had an army of trinkets and decorations in all colors. The main theme seemed to be unicorns and rainbows. Penelope motioned for me to sit on the couch that was to the left of the door as she sat in her desk chair. Penelope started talking in between sipping her tea. "So Derek told me you saved his ass because you knew the gang. Please tell me all about that so I may hold it over his head for the rest of his life." Penelope looked like an eager child waiting for my reply. I started to tell Penelope the story and realized that she was really easy to talk to, and was just a happy person to be around. There was no darkness that surrounded her despite working in the BAU and seeing most of the same things the profilers do. We heard the door open and Emily, JJ and Tara walked in. At this point I was laying fully across the couch as if I was in a therapy session and we were talking about animals. They smiled looking at how comfortable I was and how big Penelope's smile was. I sat up and made room for them on the couch. Emily sat next to me, JJ sat next to Emily and Tara was last on the couch.

"It's been an hour since Penelope dragged you into her lair so we wanted to come check on you, but clearly you took to Penelope just as fast as everyone else did too." JJ said with a laugh as Penelope smiled even wider somehow. "Do you know what we need gals? A girls night. We haven't had one in so long and we have a newcomer to initiate into the group!" Penelope squealed at the thought and everyone laughed and nodded. "So it's settled, Friday night, the day after tomorrow, we shall have a girls night! I can host!" I looked around at the three woman surrounding me. It feels as if I had known Penelope for years when today was the longest time I had ever talked to her. Tara is the woman I wish I could be with how smart she is. JJ is so loving and I can tell she cares deeply for everyone on the team. Emily, I don't even know how to describe Emily. Something about her just draws me to her. She has such a softness to her, but also she has the same eyes as me, darkness in the eyes showing a troubling past she is trying to hide. I didn't realize I had been staring at Emily until she turned to look at me. I quickly looked away and felt my cheeks turning red. I got up and headed to the door, "Girls night sounds amazing, but in order to be able to go I need to go do work as I haven't done anything since coming back from the case earlier." I didn't wait for anyone to reply and just left. I was so utterly aware of Emily staring at me while I walked away. I got to my desk and just sit there for a second trying to gather my wits. My nervous system was still on high from the case situation. I put on both my earbuds and put on 8D audio music to help me focus. The 8D helps calm the nervous system which I found out in college and immediately started utilizing it. I start on the paperwork and the rest of the world just disappears as I needed it too. I feel multiple people glancing at me throughout the time of me doing work, but I don't bother to look up to see who it is. I know I am dancing in my seat after a little bit, music never fails to level out my moods. After a few hours, I finish my work and start to pack my things up.  I say goodbye to those in the bullpen and head to the elevator.

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I walk into work and it is finally Friday. I just have to get through today and then I get to hang with the girls tonight. Yesterday I learned that Hotch talked to Erin Strauss, the Section Chief, about my gang ties, but she already knows about them. I made sure I knew the fewest people I had to tell and then told them everything to cover my butt, it still doesn't help when my past comes up on cases. Strauss did tell me I should think about letting Hotch read the intake paperwork on all of my affiliations, I told her I would tell her today my decision. I have a meeting with her at 1:30pm today to let her know. I can see how Hotch knowing would be helpful, I know it is the right decision. I just need my nervous system to also realize that fact. I do work all morning. I got everything I wanted done before lunch which is nice. I leave the bullpen and head to Penelope's lair to eat the lunch I packed. As soon as I got into her lair I plopped onto the couch which is what made Penelope turn to look at me. With Penelope I was too tired to mask my feelings which I know she saw. I trusted Penelope, she was turning into one of the best friends I have ever had. Which I guess wasn't hard since I didn't have many friends growing up, let alone girl friends, but that is besides the point. Penelope finished what she was doing and turned her chair to face me. She looked at me laying on the couch with my food container on my chest and I was pitifully shoveling food into my mouth. "Ok, what is wrong with you? You've been weird since the case, but this is extreme." Penelope sounded really worried. "I have to make a huge decision by 1:30pm today when I have a meeting with Strauss." I replied with the bare minimum. I know Penelope is a master technological wizard and probably has tried to cyber stalk me, but Frank made sure I knew computers and how to erase anything I didn't want people to see that was uploaded by me or other people and make sure they were tucked away into a part of the internet that only I could get too. Still, I wondered how much of the stuff I lazily hid she had found. I had done my own cyber stalking of them and found a lot, even an obituary for Emily, which confused me so much, but knew it was probably about a case and I would find out in time.

Curiosity got the better of me so I asked, "How much did you find when you cyber stalked me?" Her face went wide with surprise, then she shrugged like once she thought about it she wasn't that surprised that I knew. "I didn't find much, to be honest. Honestly, I don't even know why I didn't find much." That comforted me, if Penelope Garcia hasn't been able to hack me, no one could. I just went back to eating. Penelope broke the silence, "What is the big decision you have to make that involves Strauss?" Since it was Penelope, I told her the partial truth. "I have to figure out if I want to give Hotch the intake file that has all of my affiliations. I came into this job hoping to have the least amount of people possible have access to it, but after my first case I can see where it would be helpful to have Hotch be aware." Penelope gaped at me, "You have enough affiliations you have a file?" I couldn't hide the surprise on my face, "It's not usually a file?" Penelope laughed and pulled up a single file. "This is what most people have in their file about their affiliations, and it usually has a singular note that says they have none. You must be one-of-a-kind if you have a whole file and they still hired you." With that I just dropped my head back in defeat and let the silence fill the room.

Soon the rest of the woman came and joined Penelope and me in the lair for lunch and conversation not about my file started. At 1:15pm I got up, said my goodbyes and headed to the elevator. All the girls wished me luck knowing I had to deal with Strauss. I pressed the up button and got on the elevator pressing floor 10. Strauss opened her office door right at 1:30 to let me in. She motioned for me to sit in a chair on the opposite side of her desk as herself. "Did you give any thought to my suggestion?" She kept her face neutral. "I gave it entirely too much thought last night, so much that I felt nauseous." I paused while the horror set in that I just said that to the Section Chief. "I came to the decision to give him the file. After being on my first case, I can now see how having Agent Hotchner aware of my past would be helpful." Strauss nodded and then went to a filing cabinet behind her. She unlocked it and got my file out for me. She handed the file to me and said, "For what it is worth, I think this is the right choice too. I can only imagine how hard it is for you to have to try and hide the skills you have gained from this file." With that I walked out of her office and went to the elevator. That was the easy part, getting the file, now I have to walk past the bullpen to Hotch's office and actually give this file to Hotch.

I got to the sixth floor and everyone was back at their desks doing work. They all looked up when I opened the door and gave the file a confused look. It was a pretty big file, especially for when the norm is to have a singular paper with a singular checkmark. I knocked on the door frame to let Hotch know someone was there and he called me in. I closed the door silently thanking whatever upper power there was that Hotch had his blinds closed already. "I want you to know that this decision didn't come easy to me." I clutched the file to my body. "Strauss indicated yesterday that if you were aware of my affiliations, it would be easier in the field as you wouldn't be blindsided. I also want to say, despite being affiliated with a bunch of different groups, I grew up being primed to be in the FBI. My past makes me unique, it makes me a tool. It gave me skills and the knowledge of things others can't even begin to imagine." I laid the file on his desk. "Saying this, I cannot be in the room when you read it and would appreciate discretion with the file. I want to make a name for myself for my skills, not my past. Thank you." I turned and left his office closing the door on my way out.

Everyone was staring at me, I started to panic. I grabbed my laptop off my desk deciding to go somewhere else to finish my work. I remember seeing a bumped-out window that had a bench  at the end of the hall where no one usually goes since only a storage closet is there for the custodial staff. It was perfect, I couldn't be seen by the end of the hallway. I sat on the bench and just looked out the window for a second trying to ground myself. For being in a window, it was surprisingly comfortable. I did more than half of my paperwork for the day figuring something like this would happen. I got the rest of the paperwork done and then headed back to the bullpen to get my stuff and leave. I got my stuff and left without talking to anyone, once I got to my car I messaged in the group chat of the BAU women asking what time girls night was and for the address. I headed home to change then to the bar down the street from where my mom and I live where I am a regular. Mike's is a cheap bar which has good food and drinks, and Mike has become a good friend since moving back here.

"Izzy! Why are you here so early in the day?" Mike immediately saw me when I walked in. He probably saw my car enter the parking lot on the security cams. "I am starving and am going to a girls night with my new coworkers so I figured I would come here to remind myself I can be social despite what my brain is telling me right now!" I said in a joking, but serious tone. "The usual food? Cheeseburger and cheese fries?" Mike knew me too well, I just nodded. I sat down at my usual barstool to wait. "Do you want a drink?" Mike asked after he put in my food. "Diet Coke? The one thing I was told about girls night is that a lot of alcohol is involved so I probably should hold off on that." I chuckled while Mike smiled at that comment and got me my soda. Soon my phone buzzed and the rest of the BAU women were trying to figure out how girls night should go. JJ asked if we should start off at a bar then end up at Penelope's house which everyone agreed. I messaged back and said I was at Mike's already if they wanted to meet me here. They seemed excited about that and said they'd be here soon.

"You should hire me as an ambassador, looks like girls night is starting here tonight." I joked at Mike. Before Mike could reply someone interrupted us. "IZZY! I am personally bringing your food out because I missed you!" Michael, the head chef, was bringing my food to me. It always makes me chuckle how the two co-owners are Mike and Michael of this bar. I smiled when I saw him though and rubbed my hands together dramatically while staring at my food to get a chuckle out of them both. As the time got later, the bar got packed as it is every Friday night. After I finished my food I put a reserved sign on a table for girls night to ensure we had a spot. Soon after the girls made their way into the bar. I went over to them to join. "Hey! This table over here with the reserved sign is ours!" We made our way to the table when I asked, "So how does this work? Do we drink just wine or is liquor allowed? Because Mike makes great group cocktails that I've wanted to try since moving here but haven't come in a group yet." All of their eyes lit up, but Penelope was the one to talk. "Liquor at the bar, wine at the house! Go order one of the group cocktails!" I smiled and turned towards the bar. Five minutes later I was walking back with a huge punch bowl filled with bright blue liquid with fruit and candy floating in it. I set it down on the table with five straws and everyone smiled. -------------------------------

The next thing I remember is waking up in a strange apartment. From the decorations, I'm guessing we somehow made it back to Penelope's apartment. We were all scattered across the main room of the apartment and a phone was ringing. I checked mine and saw a bunch of texts from Hotch and my dad. Shit. We had a case. "Everyone wake up! Uber We have a case and need to be at Quantico in 15 minutes!" Everyone groaned, then the words kicked in and we were all grabbing pain killers and taking turns using the bathroom. We were not dressed for work at all, but we could change from our go bags at the office. Within ten minutes we were heading out to the Uber that Penelope called since none of us were fit to drive. 

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Nothing To Everything

Ch. 1: The Beginning

word count: 1702

I have waited for this day my whole life, but right now sitting in the parking lot of the FBI headquarters in Quantico, I can't help but wonder if I should've gone about this a different way. I can't think about that right now; I just have to get through the initial shock then hopefully it'll go better. I get out of my car, fix my outfit and then head inside to the elevator and press the round "6" button. Once on the correct floor I keep my head down and go to Agent Hotchner's office.

"You must be Agent Ricci." Agent Hotchner greets me after I walk in with his head still in paperwork.

"Hi, yes please call me Isabella or Bella or Izzy." That's when Agent Hotchner finally looks up at me and does a double take.

"Oh, uhm yes ok. Sorry you just really look like one of our other agents, I almost thought he was in here with a wig on. Please call me Hotch." This isn't helping with my nerves. "If you follow me I'll start introducing you to the team starting with Agent Gideon.” Ok, now my heart is in my throat. I have to speak up before Hotch starts to lead me towards the door.

"Im guessing you saw my full name when you did my paperwork?" Agent Hotchner looks at me weirdly.

"No, I actually didn't, but it is in this file." He says while flipping open my file and his face does a little twitch that not everyone would notice when he sees my name.

"Isabella Gideon Ricci?" He chokes the middle name out connecting the dots.

"Yes, I'm Jason Gideon's daughter. He hasn't met me but I grew up knowing about him which inspired me to become a profiler. My mom has sent updates about me, including pictures, but I don't know if he ever opened them or even got them. So if you could just gauge the situation when we go into his office that would be amazing." I say all of that in one breath and feel like I'm going to pass out and it shows on my face. Hotch  just slowly nods and leads me out of the door. The bullpen is full of people, most of whom are looking at me sizing me up once the initial shock wears off of my resemblance to my father. We walk a few steps and end up outside the office right next to Hotch's. He knocks on the door and waits until a voice on the other side tells us to come in. Hotch hesitantly opens the door and walks in before me.

"Gideon, this is our new agent Isabella Ricci." Just as Hotch was when I entered, Gideon has his head buried in paperwork.

"Hi..." Gideon lifts his head and I can't tell if he recognizes me or is just shocked by the resemblance. "Did... Did you say Ricci?" He is talking to Hotch but is staring at me.

"Yes, I'm Isabella Ricci." I try and sound confident, but I feel like a mouse.

"Ricci... as in Izzy? Izzy Ricci?" Gideon seems to be putting it together. I just nod in confirmation. Gideon starts to slowly get up out from behind his desk. I don't know what to expect so I'm just standing there, rigid.

"Your mom mentioned in her latest letter you were starting a new job, but didn't tell me it was here... that you were going to be my coworker." The two of us are just staring at each other processing everything as Hotch slipped out closing the door behind him.

"So you do read the updates mom sends you." I don't know how to feel about that. On one hand, at least he cared enough to continue reading all the updates, but on the other, he knew we were only a three and half hour drive. I mean mom and I drove that to visit family every holiday she had off work.

He was quiet for a moment before answering. "I did read them, I saved them too. They were all I had of you, even if they didn't start until you were six years old. I thought of driving to meet you numerous times. I always stopped myself because I didn't want the people I hunted in this job to use you against me. I figured you were better off not being associated with me." I waited a second before grinning and saying, "with what mom tells me about you, that amount of emotion from you is all I'm going to get for the rest of my life." Gideon smiled and went to sit back behind his desk as I went to leave.

I walk back to Hotch's office processing what just happened. I'll have to message my mom her update on how it went when I get the chance. I am about to knock on Hotch's door when it suddenly opens. He is just as surprised to see me as I am as to see him.  "I was just going to come check on you...you should meet the other members." I can't tell for sure but I sense a little bit of concern in his tone. The big emotionless boss I've read about, concerned about a girl he met thirty minutes ago. I know the BAU is like a family, but I didn't think it was this fast. He ushered me into a third little office that was labeled "David Rossi" and introduced me,

"Rossi, this is our new agent, Agent Ricci." Rossi was an older dude, Italian, he looked comforting. Rossi turned his gaze to me. "Ahh another Italian, I like you already!" He smiled at me in a grandfatherly way and I knew he was going to be someone I would trust easier than the others.

"Please, call me Izzy." I replied with a smile as Hotch led me to the bullpen again. Once again, the rest of the team was staring at me.

"Can you introduce me to the rest of the team so they can stop gawking?" I purposefully said this on the louder side so the rest of the team could hear me. Hotch nodded and led me to the center of the bullpen where the others were gathers around one desk from talking about me. As I descend the stairs each and every other member of the BAU size me up. They all look from me to each other then back to me and all of a sudden I feel self conscious.

"This is our new Agent, Agent Ricci." Hotch does the formal introduction.

"Hi, please call me Izzy. And to clear up confusion from my looks, here's a summary. Gideon is my father, he didn't know I existed until I was six, you all just witnessed our first meeting, he didn't know I was joining the FBI so no he didn't help me get this job, I got this job because I put in the work and have a unique background." I tried to sound confident and badass, but they all just stared at me for too long. "Ok, I know I have some of Gideon's features but not enough to get gawked at like this, didn't you learn not to stare in kindergarten?"

They all seemed to snap out of their trance at the same time. The first person to speak up was a good looking male. "I'm SSA Derek Morgan and yes, we originally were staring because of the Gideon resemblance, but as soon as you stepped in the bullpen we noticed how good looking you are." I just stood there with my jaw on the floor. A blonde peppy looking female playfully smacked Morgan and then turned to me. "Don't mind Morgan, he is very forward with this topic. I'm Penelope Garcia FBI technical analyst." She had such a warmth about her that I instantly trusted her. Hotch took over and introduced the other agents as Jennifer Jareau, Dr. Spencer Reid, Dr. Tara Lewis, Luke Alvez and Emily Prentiss. Hotch pointed to a desk and said, "this will be your desk, go ahead and get setup. There is an email in your inbox with the paperwork you need to do to officially become a member of the BAU." Hotch turned to the rest of the team, "the rest of you get back to work too."

With that I sat down at my desk and took a second to catch my breath while the computer turned on. Social anxiety apparently doesn't care that those people are now my coworkers. My heart rate was increasing each second and that familiar pressure on my chest increased. The pressure kept increasing, more than usual, more than ever before. I got up abruptly and headed outside of the bullpen. The elevator happened to open when I got to the hallway so I entered and hit one, fresh air will help. I caught a glimpse of the bullpen when the elevator was shutting and saw my new coworkers looking at me confused. Once I was on the first floor I quickly went outside since everything had started feeling like it was collapsing in on me. One of the more annoying after effects of the trauma I've endured in my life. I focused on the potted flowers trying to calm down my body. Breathe in two three four, exhale two three four and repeat. I felt a little calmer and decided I would just push through the paperwork because then the day would be over. I went back up to the sixth floor and when I entered the bullpen I was once again feeling similar to what zoo animals feel like as I walked back to my desk and got to work. 

This paperwork is entirely tedious and all is included in either my application or in the paperwork I already had to do. It didn't help that I could sense people taking turns looking at me. I finished the paperwork and submitted everything right as Hotch exited his office. 

"Ricci have you finished the paperwork?" Hotch looked directly at me. 

"I just hit submit on the last thing, sir." He nodded at me before saying, "good, then join us at the round table," he looked around the room, "we have a case." 

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Set It Free

Emily x y/n fanfic

based off of a tiktok POV by @/emily.prxntisss

word count: 7,591

Description: Y/n and Emily were in a serious relationship until Emily left y/n to go work at Interpol. So what happens when Y/n starts a new job and is met with Emily three years later as coworkers?

“If you take one more step Emily, I will never forgive you. This will be over, we will be over.” I hold my breath as Emily stops. 

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Then she walks away. My vision becomes blurry with tears. She said she would stay with me forever. She said our future was set once I had gotten accepted into the Academy. I guess it was my fault for believing her, everyone leaves me eventually. 

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I got through it. Barely, but I survived. I put all of my effort into my training and then into my job. I put everything into being number one. If I wasn’t sleeping, I was doing something to further my career, all three years since I realized I was destined to go through life alone. It paid off as I’m currently heading to Quantico to start in the BAU. 

I get off at the sixth floor and make my way to Agent Hotchner’s office. It seems as if every agent turned my way as I walked up the steps and knocked on the office door. I pushed the door open and walked in when a voice called “come in.” 

“Hi, I’m y/n. I’m due to start in this division today.” I say once I’ve closed the door. Agent Hotchner looks up from his paperwork and gestures for me to sit. 

“Yes, welcome to the BAU, y/n. Please, call me Hotch. From your file and recommendations we all are excited to have you.” He smiles at me warmly. “We actually just got called onto a case locally so everyone is meeting at the round table as we speak, follow me and you can get thrown right in to the chaos.” 

The round table has three seats left when Hotch and I arrive. I sit down with my back to the door and next to Hotch. 

“This is the new agent, y/n.” He then goes around and introduces each person, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau and then one more who is late. Penelope is about to start presenting the case when the door opens. 

“Sorry I’m late.” I freeze at the voice. Emily rounds the table and is about to pull out her chair when she looks up and also freezes. 

“Emily, this is our new agent-“ Hotch starts to introduce me. 

“Y/n/n” Emily gasps. 

“You two know each other?” Spencer asks looking between Emily and me. 

I’m still staring at Emily trying to process seeing her. “You lost the right to call me that three years ago.” I turn to Spencer, “a long time ago when I was someone else.” 

“Let’s start the presentation, Penelope.” Hotch thankfully changes the subject. 

I try and give my full attention to the case, but my mind is swimming. It is taking all of my willpower not to run out of this room. I can feel a panic attack coming, but I try to shove it down until I can be alone or take my emotions out at the gym. I place my hand on my knife that is hidden on my thigh. I tailored my clothes to be able to hide at least one knife on me at all times. Reaction to living in not good areas while in academy and my first few jobs, but it has become a sort of security item now. 

“Y/n, you’ll be with me until I assess your skills.” Hotch saying my name snaps me out of my thoughts. “We’ll be leaving in ten minutes to go talk to the medical examiner.” I nod in response. Everyone starts getting up to do their assigned job. 

“Y/n…” Emily tries to talk to me but I’m already walking out the door. I need to be able to calm myself before I have to leave. I can hear her following me after she says something to Hotch. I leave the bullpen and head down a hallway. It mainly looks like supply closets and janitorial closets. At the end of the hallway there’s a window that also has a little sitting bench. I sit on the bench and swing my legs onto the bench so I’m hidden from view unless Emily comes all the way down the hallway. I take out my knife and start twirling it as I was trained. One of the first things I did after Emily left was join a self defense gym. I’m convinced it may be a front to a gang or mafia, but it is cheap and the people have become a constant in my life. I also believe my connection is the reason I don’t get harassed in my neighborhood that is definitely split between two gangs. When I chose to work with knives the first thing they taught me was how to twirl the knives in my hand and use it to slow my breathing and focus my concentration. 

Three minutes before Hotch and I are due to leave I take a deep breath and head to find him. I walk into the bullpen and see that Hotch must’ve put my bag and jacket on what is supposed to be my desk. I grab my jacket, badge and gun and go to knock on Hotch’s office door. Right as I lift my hand to knock, the door opens and I’m staring at Emily. She got even more beautiful with age. Even with how much wear and tear there is in her appearance from this line of work, her eyes are more haunted and colder than three years ago. I step out of her way and let her pass. She starts to open her mouth to say something, but thinks better of it and heads towards the door where Agent Jareau is waiting. 

Hotch and I walk to the car in silence. Once we get in the car Hotch turns to me, “I heard Emily’s narration of what happened between you two. She couldn’t find where you went so she came to update me. I don’t need you to repeat what happened, but answer me this. Can you work with her?” I look out the windshield and think about it. 

I turn back towards Hotch.“Right now, everything is freshly cut open again. I can stitch myself up together enough to work with her and focus on healing fully off the clock.” He nods and then starts the car and drives off. 

…………………………………..

“He was killed shortly before the body was found. Given the neighborhood he was found in, I believe the unsub didn’t think he had to hide the body.” The medical examiner finished telling Hotch and me what happened. A lot of stab wounds and clear overkill which points towards this crime being personal. From the location the body was found, an old neighborhood of mine no less, I am guessing it is gang related. 

“We are going to meet Spencer, Morgan and Rossi at the scene.” Hotch tells me while we are walking to the car. “They say the locals are not really helping with information.” 

I buckle my seat belt. “Disclaimer, I lived in this neighborhood for two years during my time at the Academy and then during my first job. The locals are not going to talk to anyone they don’t trust.” I pause, “only a few are not associated with either of the two rival gangs that run the neighborhood.” 

Hotch raised an eyebrow at me. “And you lived here for two years?” 

I sighed, “you know how pitiful the payments are in Academy and for entry level jobs. I was renting a house for the price of an apartment. I joined a self defense gym that some of the neighbors went to so I kind of became off limits. They learned I was in law enforcement after they decided they liked me enough to keep me around.” 

We drive up and Spencer is in mid argument with a local who is an older lady. I can’t help but laugh while Hotch puts the car in park. “You know that local?” Hotch asks. 

“Yeah, I do. We call her Meemaw, she looks after everyone as a grandma would do, hence the name. But this also means she’ll protect her own and don’t let the frail aging body confuse you, she could drop kick Reid whenever she wants to.” I reply and get out of the car before Meemaw does exactly that. 

“Meemaw! Leave my new coworker alone, please.” I shout as Meemaw looks about to start throwing punches. Once Meemaw finds who said that she forgets about Spencer all together and runs to give me a hug. 

“Oh y/n! I haven’t seen you since you moved!” She lets me go and slaps my arm. “You had us all worried sick!” 

“Ow! You may looks weak, but may I remind you that you are not!” I hold the arm that she slapped. 

Meemaw mutters “Oh you are fine,” as she pulls me into another hug. Hotch, Spencer and Rossi walked up next to us.

“What was my coworker asking you? You know, before you were about to punch him.” I asked Meemaw. 

“For my security footage. I still have the cameras set up that you gave me.” Meemaw replies. 

“You know I can’t force you, but it would be really helpful. Along with any information you know.” I say gently.  

“Meemaw! Are these feds giving you trouble?” I recognize Mike’s voice before I see him. 

“Wow Mike, it’s like you don’t even recognize me!” I chirp at him. While living here Mike was my immediate next door neighbor and looked after me like a brother would. My next breath I’m in Mike’s arms being spun around in a bear hug. 

While being spun I quickly see the last BAU car pull up with Jennifer and Emily. Hopefully Meemaw and Mike have forgotten all those times I cried in their houses over Emily leaving me. I moved into the neighborhood the day after Emily left, she was supposed to help me move. Within the first hour of me trying to move everything by myself Meemaw forced Mike to come help me lift while she started organizing the house. She even went as far as to get some stuff she didn’t use anymore that I didn’t have already. That was also what solidified Meemaw and Mike taking care of me. 

My wishes were not granted. As soon as Mike saw Emily he put me down and nudged me behind him. He turned to Hotch, “No, I will not talk to that one or if she is within earshot of me or y/n.” Emily stopped short and I fought my way out from behind Mike. 

“Mike, it’s ok, she’s one of my coworkers.” I tell him. He gives me the stink eye, “I don’t care if she was your boss, you may have to play nice with her, but that doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“I started spreading the word that she is not welcome in this neighborhood, nor should anyone talk to her.” Meemaw added. “She might as well go someplace else to look for clues because this neighborhood won’t give her any.” 

Hotch looked from Emily to me to Mike and Meemaw. He obviously did not know what to do in this situation because he had no context into Mike and Meemaw’s reaction. I walked towards Hotch, “can I talk to you, over there?” I asked nodding my ahead away from everyone. He happily obliged and walked out of earshot. After a step or two I stopped and turned to face Mike and Meemaw, “do not do anything to any of my new coworkers, even Emily.” 

I got to Hotch and he looked exasperated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I moved into this neighborhood the day after Emily left. She was supposed to help me move, but you know how that went. Meemaw saw me trying to move everything myself and forced Mike to help me bring the boxes into my house while she helped organize my things inside of my house. I told them how Emily left and there were multiple occasions where I would go sob at their houses over the situation not trusting myself to be alone in my house. That is why they are so adamant they will not have anything to do with Emily. They saw how much of a shell of a person I was right after she left.” I inhaled deeply realizing I said that without as many breaths as I should’ve. I could feel the tears lining my eyes from remembering those months. I pushed the tears back and shoved the emotions to the back of my brain. Hotch nodded and walked to talk to Emily. 

I walked back to Meemaw and Mike rubbing my eyes dry. “Ok, ready to hand over security footage and knowledge?” I asked both of them. They both nodded. 

“We can chat in my house, no need to be standing in the street.” Meemaw said while leading the way to her house. Rossi and Spencer followed me into the house that used to be just as much home as my house. Right before the door closed behind me I caught a glimpse of Emily watching me and Hotch walking towards the house. 

We stayed at Meemaw’s house for three hours talking to different people about what they saw. Once people heard I was a part of the team there was such an increase of people with information Hotch had to call Jennifer back after she dropped Emily off to help Penelope with the security footage. Hotch and I were the last ones to finish talking with our allotment. There were unsurprisingly a lot of people who would only talk to Hotch and me, even a few tried to talk to just me. Hotch and I were packing up when Meemaw came over to say goodbye. She gave me the tightest hug and whispered in my ear, “don’t let her whisper what you want to hear in your ears. I know it’ll hurt like hell, but remember how you felt moving all by yourself those years ago.” Once we pulled away from each other she turned on Hotch. “If I get any word that you have done something to hurt y/n I will come and make you pay, I don’t care if you are a high level federal agent.” Hotch nodded like this wasn’t his first time getting threatened by an old woman and walked out the door. 

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Back at Quantico the rest of the team, including Emily, was putting together a timeline from the information we gathered. I put the notes I took on my desk then went to the bathroom to collect myself. Going back to that neighborhood took me back to when I first moved into the house. I leaned on the sink trying to get my head to stop swimming. My brain processed hearing the door open when it was too late to shove all the emotions to the back of my brain. Penelope stopped short when she saw me. “It’s fine, just go about what you need to do. I know I'm the new outsider and all of you are going to support with Emily.” I tell her. 

“Oh, honey. Do you think that is what has been happening? No, we are not siding with anyone. One, you have to be practically attached to Hotch for the foreseeable future since he doesn’t know your skillset. Two, you entered at the start of a case which is always hectic, always. Three, Emily has encouraged us to get to know you, she talked about you ever since she started here. Not by name, but she talked about this girl she used to know so much that when we saw her reaction, we knew it was you.” Penelope is by my side rubbing my arm comfortingly. “I was sent to look for you actually, Hotch got worried since you disappeared.” I nodded and splashed my face with water. Once I dried my face, Penelope took my arm in hers and guided me to the roundtable room. 

“Ok, this isn’t productive anymore, everyone take an hour break. Get dinner, rest, do not think about the case. We will come back with fresh minds.” Hotch announced after we had been going in circles for an hour. The rest of the team, minus Hotch who went to his office, went to get food from one of the street stands. I stayed in the roundtable room and just looked around. It’s amazing how I have dreamed about this day since I decided to join the FBI, but now with how it turned out I don’t think this is the dream anymore. I go to my desk and start trying to make it personalized. Within a few minutes of me doing the best I can for my desk, the elevator opens and the team walks in. 

I can feel Emily constantly looking over at me and I can’t take it anymore. I get up and go to the elevator and press the up arrow. I go to the top floor and follow signs for the roof. I learned there was roof access in the beginning of me researching how to get into the FBI and ever since I dreamed about standing on the roof looking at the view as an official federal agent. It is every bit of amazing as I imagined. I hear the door open and close then footsteps coming towards me.

“Please don’t run away from me.” I hear the plea in Emily’s voice. I feel her settle next to me leaning on the ledge also looking out towards the view. We stand there for a few minutes with just the traffic making noise. 

“I didn’t tell Hotch the whole story today, at the scene. I just said you were supposed to help me move into the house, not that you were also going to move in there.” I confess, “I couldn’t bare the thought of saying that aloud.” 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t want it to be like this.” Emily almost whispered. 

“You know, you didn’t change your permanent address. It was still that house even after you had been away for over a year.” I paused. “Is Ian Doyle dead?” This question made Emily do a double take and all the color in her face disappeared. 

“How do you know that name? Did he come after you?” Emily seemed almost panicked at the thought, as if she still cared about me. 

“He broke into the house around a year and a half after I moved in. I came home from my entry level job and he came out of the shadows pointing a gun at my head.” I took a breath. “He made a comment of how I wasn’t you and demanded I tell him where you were. I told him that I hadn’t seen you in a year, ever since you chose a job over me and the future we planned.” I held back tears at the memory of the hurt I felt. “I leaned into his gun and said to shoot, put me out of my misery. I was still utterly heartbroken a year after you left and was working a job with too much responsibility and not enough pay.” Emily was trying to hold back tears as I kept talking. “He just stayed there with his gun up, but I just walked past him into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of wine and waited for him to join me in the kitchen. He walked in after a minute with his gun away. He told me how you went undercover, made him fall in love with you then you turned him in and faked your alias’s death. I told him I believed him and said I guess he and I had that in common. He confessed he came back to kill you for revenge. Then I told him that he found his way inside, he can find his way out and that I was going to bed.” I took a pause in the story telling. “I guess he tried to find something to eat before leaving, but I had no food in the house. I couldn’t afford groceries. The next day I came home from work to a full fridge and pantry. Ian left a sack of money and a note on the counter. The note said You live pathetically, change that.” I looked at Emily. “Having Ian visit me wasn’t a bad thing in the end. He made me realize I had more to live for than someone who chose a job over me and our future. So again, is he dead?” I felt it in my heart that he was gone, but I needed it confirmed. Emily nodded and at that point I couldn’t stop the tears. 

“He almost succeeded in killing me. I faked my death for a little and moved to Paris. Then he came back and went after the team so I had to come back to finish what I had started.” She elaborated quietly. 

Emily just stood there while I cried. After a little bit we both got a text from Hotch to the BAU group chat. 

Everybody get back to the roundtable. Hour is up. 

Emily and I walked back to the elevator while I tried to clear my eyes. Somehow I gained control of myself by the time we got to the sixth floor. My eyes were no doubt red and puff, but nothing could be done now. Geez, I hate crying, especially in public and no less on my first day at this job. Everybody was going back to what they were doing before the break which meant I made my way to the table and sat next to Hotch. Throughout the next ten minutes while I worked I felt Emily’s gaze on me on and off. 

“Y/n, let's go work in my office. Maybe a change of scenery will inspire our brains to connect more of the information.” Hotch said suddenly and started collecting the files we were looking at. Rossi gave Hotch then me a subtle smile and went back to work. 

Once Hotch and I were enclosed in his office he looked at me and said, “ok, you have two minutes to tell me what happened on the break and why you were crying.” I looked shocked, but started talking. “Emily came up on the roof with me to talk. She wasn’t supposed to just help move me into the house, she was supposed to move in with me. She must’ve changed her permanent address to that house before accepting the Interpol job and forgot to change it. Ian Doyle came looking for her a year and a half ago. He found me at the house that Emily never lived in. I told him how Emily chose a job over me, he told me how Emily went undercover and broke his heart and turned him in. I went to bed, Ian must’ve tried to eat something, but my fridge and pantry were empty since I was working entry level and barely made enough to keep the house. I came back home the next day to a stocked fridge and pantry with a note from Ian pretty much telling me to take back my life like he was. Emily confirmed my suspicions that he was dead and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I just started sobbing from everything that occurred today.” I took a deep breath trying not to start crying again. Hotch looked me over, most likely trying to gauge if I am telling the truth. I guess he deems I am being truthful and nods his head, then goes back to looking through the files. 

We look at the files well into the night. Hotch bounces back and forth from his office with me and the roundtable with the rest of the team. One by one I see part of the team leave and go home. Soon it is just Hotch and me still working. My stomach grumbles so loud Hotch looks up from his file. 

“Did you not eat during the break earlier?” He asks me. 

“I ate all the food I packed during lunch. I didn’t realize I would be here so late, but I’m fine.” I reply. He looks at me with a “bitch are you for real” facial expression. 

“Your stomach just grumbled so loud I thought it was thunder. You are not fine, I don’t even know how you’re still working being that hungry.” He gives me a pointed look. “Why don’t you go home, eat and get some rest.” I think back to when I was packing my lunch for the day. My cabinets and fridge are almost empty and payday is still a while away. Even if I went home, I wouldn’t be eating a full meal. 

Hotch’s face softens, “Y/n, do you have food at home? I saw that your lunch mainly consisted of office coffee and only a pack of ramen.” My silence was answer enough for him I guess since he started packing up his belongings. “Come on, you need food.” I go to stand up and get a dizzy spell. I instantly grab onto Hotch’s desk folded in half. Hotch is by my side in an instant. “Y/n… when was the last time you had a decent meal?” He asks. I honestly cannot answer. I’ve been living off cheap groceries and free food wherever I can get it. My new apartment is in a slightly more expensive area than the house I lived in next to Mike and Meemaw. Keeping the apartment has taken most of my paychecks so I don’t have much leftover for groceries. This job is supposed to change that, it’s supposed to pay enough that I can survive better. 

I thought Hotch was going to just get me food at a drive through and then dump me at home. I start sputtering when he pulls into the grocery store parking lot. He parks the car then turns to look at me. 

“You are one of my agents, I need you at your full strength. If today is you while you are practically starving, you could be unstoppable with food in your system.” He gets out of the car, not waiting for my response. He guides me up and down the aisles putting food in the cart. Whenever he puts something in the cart he asks If I know how to cook/prepare it. He takes me back to Quantico and helped transfer all the groceries into my car. He even bought me an already prepared meal to heat up once I got home. For the first time in a while, I went to bed with a full stomach. 

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I wake up in a cold sweat. I hadn’t had these dreams in a year. It was always the same, Emily turning her back on me and walking away. I feel every emotion I had in that moment, at the degree that I felt them in that moment. I always wake up in a cold sweat and with the feeling that my heart is about to be pulled out of my chest. How am I going to face her today? I get up and try to shower off the heartbreak. I got these dreams the first year and a half after she left every night, then they dwindled down. I had finally been getting used to not having these dreams. 

A few hours later I am walking to the elevator to go to the sixth floor of Quantico and chugging coffee to make up for the lack of sleep. Right before the elevator doors close a body slides in. I don’t have to look up to know that it is Emily. 

“I can’t do this, not today, please Emily.” I whisper beg. I hear her mouth click shut. “It’s just too much, my body is reverting back to right after that day and I need to focus on the case.” I take a deep breath and then walk out of the elevator, not waiting for her response. I chug the rest of my coffee while walking to my desk. Almost as soon as I set my things down I hear Hotch’s office door open. 

“Y/n, can I see you in my office please?” I walk into his office and shut the door. “I want you to look at these photos. Do you see anything that sticks out to you from living in that neighborhood?” I let out a sigh realizing it was about the case. I looked at the photos, scouring for anything that might be helpful. Something about the pattern of the cut didn’t seem right to me. 

“You’re not going to like this, but I think we have to go talk to the gang leaders of the neighborhood. I need them to confirm something.” I say looking at Hotch. “They do not take well for police, they take federal agents even worst. The only reason I think they may even talk to me is what I am thinking about this case and the fact I lived there.” 

“What are you thinking about the case?” Hotch asks me. 

“I think the body in the neighborhood is a red herring. The stab wound doesn’t look right to be one of the gang’s signature knives. I think someone is framing the gangs.” I tell him my theory. I look at the clock and notice the time. “If we leave now and go to the gym in the neighborhood we should be able to see both gang leaders at once.” 

…………………………………..

We parked the car at the gym and I stopped Hotch before getting out of the car. “You need to let me take the lead in there. I know it’s not protocol and I know it is my second day on the job and I have no leg to stand on with this statement, but they won’t take it well if you are leading. The only reason they will be talking, if they do, is as a favor to me.” Hotch nods and gets out. I stall a second, mentally preparing myself then get out of the car. 

Entering the gym feels like coming home. As we enter we are greeted by Smith, one of the gym employees, “gym is closed for a private meeting.” They stop mid sentence recognizing me. “ Y/n? What are you doing here? You know the gang leaders have their weekly meetings here and the gym is closed at this time.” 

“I’m here on business, I need to get into that meeting. I know I know, they are not to be disturbed, just please go tell them I’m here. Tell them I agree that they are being framed.” Smith goes into the back room and comes out shortly to wave us in. 

“How do you know we are being framed?” Justin asks as soon as I am in view. 

“I lived in this neighborhood for two years, I have seen enough of both of your works to know the stab pattern doesn’t fit.” I sit down in the middle of the table which is the neutral zone with Justin on my right and Carlos on my left. As instructed, Hotch stands by the door. “I know neither of your crews uses serrated knives and the bodies have serrated cuts.” 

“Does he believe us?” Carlos nods his head towards Hotch. Hotch nods his agreement. It was such a simple act on his part, yet my body heats at the confirmation that Hotch agrees. The rest of the team is looking at the case with this new perspective as Hotch and I are getting information from Justin and Carlos. 

“How many bodies is the FBI aware of?” Justin asks me. 

“We have connected three bodies by the MO. Is that how many you are aware of?” I ask Justin and Carlos. Justin and Carlos look at each other, silently deciding how much to tell us. Carlos turns to me, “we have connected two more bodies that happened before these current ones. The victims were our grandfathers.” 

“As in, the founders of your crews?” I ask incredulously. If this is true, this is big information. Justin and Carlos nod. 

“Both grandfathers were given an anonymous tip that the other was trying to make moves on the neighborhood behind this one. They were given a note telling them where and when the other crew was supposedly making this deal. When neither person came back that night we sent a crew of four, two from each, to go investigate. We found both of them stabbed in the same way of the other victims.” Justin told us. 

“I’m guessing the group of four processed the crime scene?” I asked already knowing the answer. Both of them nodded. “Are you willing to send everything to our tech analyst? This first crime scene is going to give us more information than any of the other ones. I believe the follow  up murders were to point us towards you two and away from the person who actually did it.” They look at each other again, both looking very hesitant. After a moment they both nod. 

After a few minutes Penelope confirmed she got everything and Hotch and I are heading for the door. Right before I get to the door Justin pulls me into a big hug. Hotch continues walking to the car, leaving me alone with them, understanding that I trust them even if he doesn’t. After Justin lets go, Carlos replaces him in giving me a bear hug. “Thank you for sticking up for us to your boss. I know it must not be easy with it only being your second day.” Carlos says while releasing me. 

“I will stick up for you any day that you deserve it.” I replied with a smile while turning towards the car. 

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“Y/n. Y/n, we are back at the BAU.” Hotch’s voice wakes me up. I must’ve fell asleep on the drive back to the office. Geez, I need more coffee. 

“I’m up, sorry.” I say while getting out of the car. Hotch watches me with a straight face, but I see in his eyes the calculation of his thoughts. I stop at the coffee stand outside the building. To my surprise, Hotch steps up next to me in line. 

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Hotch’s eyes feel heavy on the side of my face. 

“You know, when talking to people who know you to see what I was getting myself into, everyone agreed that you showed little emotion. Did you save all the emotion for me? Because I have had so much in the past two days.” I deflect his question. Hotch’s lips quiver upwards for a millisecond before he regains a neutral face. 

We both order coffee then head back up to the sixth floor. When we exit the elevator we see a flurry of activity. It seems like every BAU member is doing something different, but all at supersonic speed. Rossi sees us enter and comes towards us. “We got a lead, a big one due to looking at the case with the information you got us.” He smiles at me, “good job, kiddo.” Hotch and Rossi veer off to go talk in Hotch’s office. I sit down at my desk and sip my coffee since Hotch didn’t give me any instructions. 

After a few minutes Hotch calls me into his office as Rossi leaves. Rossi pats me on the back as we pass. 

“The lead they got points to our unsub. Does the name Vincent Ponce sound familiar?” Hotch asks me. The name sounds familiar, the reason is on the tip of my tongue, but I just can’t get it. 

“Vincent… Ponce… oh my gosh, yes!” The name suddenly clicks in my brain. “He used to live in the neighborhood according to Meemaw and Mike, he wanted to join a crew, but neither would allow him when the grandfathers were in charge. Apparently he was accused of violent crimes, but they didn’t have enough evidence to charge him. The grandfathers said he was a loose cannon. I never met him though, he moved in after I moved out.” 

“It looks like he’s our guy. With what you just said it sounds like he has motive too.” Just after Hotch finished Penelope entered the office. 

“I have the address, sir. It has been sent to all of the teams’s devices.” She said with a nod. Hotch looked at me then motioned at me to follow him while we went to go get the rest of the team. 

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An hour and a half later, we had our unsub in custody and the case was closed. It felt nice to have a case under my belt. We got back and I collapsed at my desk after getting another cup of coffee. Somehow, it was only 2pm when it felt like it should be 6pm. After collecting myself and drinking some coffee, I started on the paperwork I need to get done. 

Somewhat slowly and somewhat fast, three hours go by and it is 5pm. 

“Who wants to go to the bar?” Derek asks everybody. 

“Oooh, count me in mister hottie.” Penelope answers as she was hanging in the bullpen with us. It will take me a while to get used to their flirting. 

“I’m in, Henry and Michael are at friend’s tonight and Will is working.” JJ responds and starts gathering her stuff. I barely paid attention to what they were saying since I didn’t think I would be invited. I felt them all looking at me and realized it went silent. I looked up and see them all looking at me as if they were expecting an answer. 

“What?” I ask them. 

“Bar? Us, you?” Spencer asks with a smile. I don’t answer immediately, not knowing if I truly want to open myself up like this. 

“Sure, I guess I can come for a little.” I reply, then add, “does Hotch usually come to these things?” 

“No, he usually doesn’t.” Derek answers. 

“Do you usually ask him?” For some reason I felt compelled to ask that and from their faces I could tell the answer. He probably said no so much that they just stopped asking. 

“I’m going to go ask him. I do have to stop at my apartment and get something…plus probably change, but send me the bar name and address and I’ll meet you guys there.” I got up and went to Hotch’s office door. I knocked and waited for him to tell me to come in. When I enter he is still curved over his desk doing work. 

“You know the saying it’s five o’clock somewhere?” I ask and he gives a little yes grunt. “Well, that somewhere is here. The team is going to a bar if you want to join. I will admit I don’t know which bar at this moment as I have to stop by home first, but they’ll be texting the address to me.” I can’t help but have a little bit of hope that he’ll join and it comes out in my tone. 

“I still have to do this paperwork, but I’ll try and make it.” From his tone, I don’t think he’s going to show and my face droops a little. I turn to leave nodding my head. “But hey, Y/n, thanks for asking…” he adds quickly. 

“No problem, for what it’s worth, I think everyone would like to see you, they just got told no too many times to keep asking.” I add before closing the door to his office. 

I get home and I put all of my work stuff away. My phone buzzes with a text from Penelope with the address of the bar. She included a picture of the people that were already there which included Derek, Spencer and Emily. They all looked to have changed out of their work clothes so I figure I should too. I put on black skinny jeans, a loose black crop top and vans which is what I would wear on any random night. I take my hair out of its pony tail and brush it then fix my makeup. I look at myself in the mirror and for a second wonder why I am even going. Before I can back out of going I force myself to go to my car. The bar is thirty minutes away which doesn’t help to the fact that I’m dragging my feet to go since there’s a bar five minutes from my apartment which is significantly cheaper. Being poor doesn’t help when trying to find a close apartment when working at Quantico. 

Thirty five minutes later I am in the bar parking lot. I sit in my car for a moment gathering my thoughts. Before I get a chance to get out of my car there’s a knock on my window. I look and see Hotch at my door. 

“You came!” I exclaim as I get out of my car. 

“I figured I need dinner anyway and Jack, my son, is at a friend’s so it is just me anyway.” Hotch replies as we start walking in. We find the rest of the team at a table in the corner. Penelope and JJ arrived before Hotch and me. I sit down and end up across from Emily. She looks so good in her casual clothes that I get a pang of emotion and I have to remind myself she abandoned me. I look at the menu and see how expensive everything is, I can’t afford any of this if I want to buy groceries for next week. I place the menu back down and try to not think about the hunger, I order a water from the bar and return to my seat. Slowly everyone else goes up to the bar and orders drinks and food for themselves. Within thirty minutes I am the only one without either dinner or an alcoholic drink. I should’ve stayed home. 

Ten minutes later everyone is on the dance floor besides me, Penelope even forced Hotch out of his chair. Emily places a half-eaten cheeseburger and fries in front of me then sits down next to me. 

“I’m done with my food, you can have the rest if you want.” She says and I shake my head. 

“Im fine, eat your own food.” I avoid her gaze by looking at the rest of the team. 

“Y/n… please look at me.” She says softly, but loud enough I can hear her over the sounds of the bar. She places her hand on my chin guiding it so our eyes meet. I look in her soft brown eyes and I hate that they still feel comforting. I don’t want to still love her, I shouldn’t still love her. I get up abruptly and walk out of the bar for fresh air. 

I lean up against the wall and twirl my knife in my hand. I hear the door open and then see Emily walking towards me. She stops a few feet in front of me and just looks at me. “I didn’t want to hurt you. Not like that, not like everyone else. As soon as I got home I knew I fucking messed up badly. I left Interpol because I missed you. I joined the BAU in hopes to see you and when I didn’t I looked you up to see where you were. I stood outside your workplace and just hoped to get a glance of you entering or leaving work.” I froze with what she just confessed. She took a step closer to me. When I didn’t stop her, she moved right in front of me and took my hand. “You are the one who got away for me. I never stopped loving you. I never will stop loving you.” If she moved any closer she would be pinning me against the wall. I can smell the alcohol and food on her breath. I take a deep inhale and lift my eyes to hers. Her eyes show all the emotion that she is trying to put into her words. Her pupils are dilated just like they were when we agreed to move in together. 

Emily slowly moves to kiss me, giving me ample chance to stop her. I don’t stop her, I know I don’t want her to stop. Once she realizes I'm not going to stop her she presses her mouth onto mine. She tastes of white wine and cheeseburger. She releases my hands and moves them to my waist. I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her closer. I pull away to break the kiss and look straight into her eyes. 

“Despite me trying to, I still love you. I love you and hate you. You broke my trust and broke me, but somehow my heart still can’t get rid of you.” 

“Y/n/n, I’ll spend the rest of my life atoning for leaving you and breaking you if you’ll let me.” My response is pulling her into another kiss. 

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In The Spirit of Halloween... (blurb)(fluff)

Summary: Spencer always thought that he was Halloween crazy.. That was until he met his girlfriend...

Category: Fluff!

Request: Nope! but my inbox is always open for more!! <3

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

CW: none that i can think of! I guess kissing (?)

AN: i cannot wait for halloween! i kind of paired a slightly grumpy spencer with an overexcited reader lol..hope you enjoy! 

ps: I barely checked for mistakes so if you see any, ignore them lol

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Spencer’s POV: 

“Spencer!”

Y/n’s squeal is the first thing to pull me out of my slumber. Not that I mind one bit.. Her voice is so sweet and beautiful.. I could listen to it all day; like a beautiful melody. 

However, the next thing that brutally made my eyes snap open (and practically my backbone), was Y/n launching onto my body with extra velocity. 

“God,” I groaned, however she quickly interrupted, straddling my hips with her thighs. 

“Spence! Guess what day it is?” She rocked back and forth on me excitedly, and I so badly wanted to keep up my grumpy persona..but she was making it incredibly difficult. 

“Y/n, what time is it?” I huffed, absent-mindedly placing my hands on her hips to stop her incessant movements. 

“Spencer!” she pouted, tugging on the hem of my shirt as a means to get my full attention as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Ugh! It’s--it’s 5:55, but that’s not what matters!” 

I ran my hand up and down her torso, trying to calm her down. 

How the fuck does she always have so much energy? 

“Honey, it’s almost six in the morning,” I breathed, but she did not let up one bit--no, not at all. 

“I know what time it is, dummy!” she giggled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “But guess what day is it?” 

I shrugged, wanting to just go back to sleep with her in my arms. “I don’ know, love..”

That’s when she groaned, rolling her eyes and slipping under my sleep shirt, popping her head through the colllar. 

I chuckled softly, cursing how cute she looked with bright and wide eyes, our limbs tangled together. 

“It’s the first of October! Only the best month there is! Halloween is in 30 days, mister!” she squeaked, and I puckered my lips to get a kiss from her--in which she gladly gave me. 

“We-we can go to the pumpkin patch! An’-an’ get all our decorations out an’ make Halloween cookies and listen to Halloween music!” she exclaimed, and I couldn’t help but smile at her, my heart and chest getting warm. 

“Love, do you think we can get another at least.. I don’t know.. Hour of sleep in?” I tried to compromise. 

“Spencer! We need to begin now! Penny said that she will come over and carve pumpkins with us!” she smiled, peppering a light kiss along my jawline. 

I ran my hands up and down her spine and she shivered, snuggling closer to me, her eyes closing. 

I soothed her so much, that she nuzzled her head into my neck, laying soft kisses on my skin. I hummed in response. 

“I nee’--we needa get up an’-” she yawned, stumbling over her words. I smiled softly, running my hands against the skin of her back. 

“Let’s get some rest, okay, sweetheart?” I prompted softly. 

“Mm, you-you’re so warm.” she hummed, and I couldn’t help but grin, my eyelids feeling heavy as well. 

“Oh, my baby’s so sleepy,” I kissed the side of her neck, and she giggled softly, sighing. “We have 31 days to celebrate..but let’s celebrate at a reasonable time. Does that sound good?” I asked, but before I could get an answer, I heard her soft snores which inevitably lulled me into my own sleep.

Which only lasted another two hours before she woke me up once more..however this time, I was ready to celebrate.

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ASK THE BAU: WHAT PART OF A WOMANS BODY INTRIGUES YOU MOST?

Hotch: I don’t see this as an appropriate question to ask your superior but since I believe this is for personal reasons and you need help, I would have to say the thigh.

Rossi: ah, women. Beautiful creatures, soft and supple. I have to tell you, it’s all in the hips.

Garcia: oh, um... are we speaking romantically because I don’t exactly swing that way. I love women, though and I think I’ll say the face. They’re all so uniquely beautiful!

Emily: I’m not an ass person. I like women with big boobs, if I’m blunt.

Spencer: well I’ve never- I’ve never seen a woman without clothing so I can’t give the-the answer you’re looking for, I don’t think... but I think smiles are gorgeous and if not that, then maybe their hands. *he means tits*

Derek Morgan: if they’ve got a nice face it’s a win, but the ass is where it’s ass. I don’t even care if it’s round, flat, stretch-marked or has cellulite. I love ass.

JJ: their hair. Women with flowing gorgeous hair meant so much to me. They’re all so gorgeous.

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