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criminalmindsfanantic · 4 months
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The Team hiding in a dark laundry room
Derek: Who else is hiding in here trying to listen to Mom and Dad’s convo?
Penelope: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.
JJ: I'm in the washing machine.
Reid: I’m in the dryer.
Emily: I'm in the closet.
Penelope: We accept you Emily. <3
Emily: No I'm literally in the closet.
Penelope: Love is love. <3
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loislane41319 · 7 months
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First meetings
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader
Wordcount: 459
Summary: The BAU finally get to meet you and Spencer's baby girl.
Warnings: none.
Note: First of all, thank you for reading my stories. It means a lot. I'm currently not doing very well, so I don't know when I'll post next. For now enjoy this one and I'll see you at the next one!
P.s. I was wondering if Spencer would let anyone hold his baby without washing their hands first, because of his germophobia. Let me know what you think!
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One by one the members of the BAU dripped into the bullpen. The room was unusually quiet as none of them spoke a word. Their last case had been a gruesome one and it hadn’t ended well. Suddenly JJ spoke up: “Guys, I think there’s someone in the conference room.” Her colleagues started mumbling in agreement after noticing the silhouette behind the glass window. “Is that Reid?” Derek asked as they walked towards the room. Emily, who was in front, opened the door, answering her colleague: “Not just Reid.” She said and as the team members entered they noticed who exactly had intruded into their space. Dr. Spencer Reid, his wife and their beautiful baby girl.
Penelope and JJ immediately sandwiched you and your daughter, while the others started catching up with Reid. “So, how’s motherhood treating you?” JJ asked you. “Well, I haven’t slept in a month and I’m pretty sure these were the last clean clothes in our house, but honestly… I wouldn’t change it for the world. This little angel is everything we've always wanted.” You told your friend, looking lovingly at your daughter. “Well, if you need a night off, there are six people in this room who would love to look after this pretty little peanut for you.” Penelope told you. You just smiled at her thankfully. “And how’s Spencer?” JJ then asked. “I will tell you all about that, after I use the lady’s room.” You told her and you walked away, leaving your baby in the safety of her father’s arms.
Derek Morgan couldn’t help but smile proudly at the young genius as he looked at the little girl in his arms. “Pretty boy, looks like there’s actually someone prettier than you now.” Derek said. Spencer just smiled. “Hey, you mind if I hold her?” The older agent then asked. “Sure” Spencer says and carefully lays his daughter in his colleague’s arms. “Hi there, pretty girl, how are you doing?” Derek asks in a baby voice as he softly bounces the little girl up and down. Suddenly she starts crying. “Oh, sounds like she needs her dad.” Derek says and hands her back to Spencer, who immediately starts soothing her. “Hey angel, it’s okay. I know big, bald, muscly agent Morgan seems scary, but it’s just uncle Derek. He won’t hurt you, he can be your own personal bodyguard when you need him.” The young father tells his daughter as the little girl slowly calms down.
Once she’s quiet, Spencer noticed the conversations around him had also quieted down. “What?” He asks his colleagues. “Nothing kid, fatherhood just looks really good on you.” Rossi tells him, causing Spencers cheeks to turn a bright shade of red.
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violetrainbow412-blog · 9 months
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Dear Theodosia [S. R]
Dad!Spencer Reid x fem!reader
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Summary: Spencer stays one afternoon to care for your three-month-old twins and reflects on how much he loves them.
This idea is entirely @lucreziaq2001 and is inspired by the song with the same title from the fic. Thanks for sharing! It was honestly very sweet to write.
taglist: @navs-bhat
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Spencer Reid never imagined being a family man. When he started his career at the FBI, he was excited to discover this new world and become a valuable, skilled agent who could help catch the worst criminals. That is why he prepared himself so much academically, he read and read, he delved deeply to be able to learn as much as possible to be able to improve his profiles; in the equation he didn’t see a space for sentimental relationships and honestly it wasn’t something that he believed a necessity.
He liked being able to handle cases for weeks and then come home to go straight to bed; no noise, no mess. He liked that his only responsibility was to take care of his mother and the goldfish that lived in the huge fish tank next to the kitchen. It was a good and quiet life, but very lonely.
Until he met you.
Now, after years of being alone, he was about to spend a whole afternoon with his two little three-month-old twins: Charlotte and Jacob. You hadn't even completed your first wedding anniversary when the symptoms arrived and you have to admit that when you looked at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, you felt a little panic rather than happiness.
How were you going to raise a child? Were you even fit for that? In addition, there was that concern of your husband that his genetics would affect your children, or that, in his absence, your children would be forced to deal with the same thing that he had to go through with his mother.
But after a day or two, the shock of the news wore off and suddenly the two of you were laughing out loud as tears filled your eyes as you weighed in on the news: you were having a baby. Spencer almost fainted when, after several months, you went to the doctor for a checkup and the echo revealed that it wasn't one baby growing in your womb, but two babies.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" you had asked him that afternoon, before you left the apartment to get into your mother's car, which was taking you to a doctor's appointment. It's not that you didn't trust Spencer, but you were worried that one of the three of them needed you and you weren't there.
He responded by giving you a kind kiss on the lips and asking you to get out of there without any worries, telling you that the FBI could manage a couple of hours without him. He honestly felt excited to be able to enjoy his little rays of sunshine, as he called them all the time, because since they were born Spencer had only been able to be with them a few nights when they cried and he had seen you too tired to go calm them down.
Spencer went to the room that you had set up for both babies and smiled when he looked at the two pink and blue cribs that the team had given you when they heard the news. They both had mobiles that his mother had decorated in the sanatorium, because, in addition to her intelligence, she had always had manual skills, and the blankets that covered them had been woven by Spencer and you; unfortunately for Charlotte, as hers was more neglected than her twin's.
The man leaned in to look at both of them, careful not to make a sound so as not to wake them, and smiled widely when he noticed Jacob moving his little hands in his sleep. Thanks to the books on motherhood that he had read, he knew that, even after research, it wasn’t certain when babies began to dream, but he wanted to believe that his son was doing it.
After eating something Spencer sat on the sofa in the living room while he put together a puzzle to pass the afternoon and from time to time he walked into the room to check that both of them were okay. He wasn't belittling your work, of course, but for the first few hours he didn't really suffer too much, since during one of the long naps it was a good time to take care of his duties as a father. Until the sound of crying startled him, he practically ran to see what had happened, only to find that the noise was coming from the pink crib.
"Hey, Lottie," he whispered, reaching out to pick up her daughter, careful to hold her head so he wouldn't hurt her. "What's up, honey?"
Spencer walked into the living room, the last thing he wanted was to have to comfort two crying babies while rocking the little girl in his arms. He wondered what the crying was about, as it was unlikely to be due to hunger. You had breastfed them before you left and you were very strict about schedules so as not to spoil them. After checking he realized that he did not need a diaper change either and the doctor had said that the colic would improve after three months, so it could not be due to stomach issues. He felt scared for not knowing her motives, but his fears were quenched when after rocking her for a couple of minutes she finally calmed down.
“It was a tantrum. You just wanted me to hug you, is that it?" he laughed, speaking softly to the little girl. She was very intelligent, because she was already looking at everything carefully and Spencer thought it was because she was already beginning to see the colors of things and was curious "Let's go with your brother, but promise you won't cry or he's going to wake up" he exclaimed, with the same sweet and careful tone, as he walked back to your children's room.
Jacob was still sleeping peacefully when he pulled a chair over to the side of his crib, so he could watch him, still holding her twin in his arms.
"My babies, so pretty..." whenever he had the opportunity, he would have one-sided conversations with the newborns, claiming that communication with them was very important because that way their brain would learn more words, but a part of him did it for the simple pleasure to talk about the things he felt. Sometimes he even liked being discovered by you in the middle of a pep talk for your kids "I haven't had much time to spend with you, but today mommy had to go out and I'm taking care of you"
With a smile on his lips, he leaned down to kiss the lump in his arms on the cheek, hearing the baby babble at the sensation of her father's stubble scratching her skin and finding that the most tender sound.
Spencer had been very happy holding and caring for her godson Henry when he was a baby, but he never knew how wonderful it was to care for his own until he met Jacob and Charlotte. Every day they were the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he worried about when he slept, or sometimes even in his dreams he found himself searching like crazy for the well-being of his children.
He suddenly looked at Lottie, much calmer now that she was wrapped in her father's warmth, and he realized how much she looked like you, but with eyes identical to his. Sometimes he was completely amazed by how wonderful nature was: those two little ones had come out of your body, they were the fruit of you and him.
It's no secret that Spencer hadn't had the most pleasant childhood and because of this he always thought that he wouldn't be able to raise a child. His father had never shown love, he had abandoned him, he had mistreated him... was that the example he would follow? Would he risk ending up being that to your children? Spencer knew that, statistically, a child who grows up with violent patterns and behaviors is more likely to imitate this type of behavior in the future. And that terrified him.
“Do you want to load them?” he remembers that you had asked him, just as the nurse had handed you a set of healthy twins on the hospital gurney. They both had these little bracelets with their names on them to identify them and, honestly, they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He finally understood why all parents so proudly showed off their bald little ones with wrinkled skin.
"But I don't know how to do it, what if I hurt them?"
“You won't, Spence. Try” you had smiled at him, putting your entire trust in him. When he took Jacob in his arms and saw him, so small and so fragile, he was certain that he would do anything in the world to protect him.
And from that moment he knew that he wouldn’t be like his father, that he could die for those two babies if necessary, and that he would take care of filling them with all the love that existed in his body.
He couldn't help crying inconsolably and he even apologized to you for behaving like that after all the hours you had to go into labor, but you didn't care at all because that was also the moment you realized that he would make a wonderful father, as well as a kind and understanding husband. It was everything you could wish for.
"Jake" Spencer exclaimed, when he noticed that his son stirred on the cloth "You're awake too, that's wonderful"
There was a trace of irony in his words, because he didn't even want to imagine what he would do if both babies began to cry, although luckily the boy was less sensitive and it was enough to rock the cradle a little for him to laugh.
Every time Spencer came home and found his little family, he felt very happy and lucky, with the memory of that lonely life as something far away. He had been happy before, of course, but now he really felt that he was coming home.
His mind wandered a little over the thought of what his children would look like once they grew up. He thought about when they would say their first words, take their first steps, when they would be old enough to beg him not to go to work and instead stay and watch cartoons with them. He imagined them playing, possibly Charlotte dressing him as a princess and Jacob as a superhero, he imagined them living with other children and even smiled when he thought at that age that why? becomes the children's favorite question.
And suddenly he, too, thought of all the evil they would have to face. The last case the team had dealt with was related to the kidnapping of babies and Spencer honestly had to take a moment to calm down just thinking that this could happen to one of his children. He now understood the frustration of the parents of the victims and the desire to make the criminal pay, but still he couldn't do anything but wait for justice to do its part. His children had inevitably become the main motivation for him to arrest all those criminals. He was going to build them a safe world, a better world where they could grow up in peace.
He got up to leave Charlotte in her crib, now that she was more asleep than awake, and heard Jacob complain from his place.
"Here I am, baby," he said immediately, reaching out to almost cover his little boy "I'm here with you."
Spencer didn't know what kind of fate awaited those two babies, but he wanted to help them fulfill their dreams and he hoped they would be even better than him and you: smarter, kinder, stronger. Still, he would be proud of whatever they became, and if they strayed, Spencer would help them get back on track.
He leaned down and kissed both of their foreheads, murmuring to them individually that if they were afraid of anything, Daddy would always be there to protect them. And that was a promise that he kept until the end of his days.
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cherrilemon · 3 months
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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.
Rossi, with Emily and Spencer behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!
Police: Yes…three.
Rossi: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?
Police: Wha-
Rossi: DEREK FUCKING FELL OFF!
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dcvidsrossi · 1 year
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Emily: What am I most afraid of? Hmm, let's see...
Reid: Global warming. And getting a ‘B’.
Rossi: The phone ringing in the middle of the night.
Hotch: I'm too much of a perfectionist.
Rossi: Aaron, this isn't a job interview.
Hotch: Oh, man. Job interviews.
Morgan: Nothing.
Reid: Yeah, right. What about the pigeons?
Morgan: No, I don't like them. They're shifty.
Will: Losing JJ.
JJ: Aww. Hotel bedspreads.
Will:
Penelope: Never getting my driver's license. Or getting one but the picture sucks.
Emily: Dying alone.
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whitecrossgirl · 1 year
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The difference between Gideon, Hotch and Rossi and their team of BAU profiler children.
The BAU team in an SUV with Gideon: McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!
Gideon: No. There’s food at home.
The BAU team: I hate this fucking family.
The BAU team in an SUV with Hotch: McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!
Hotch: *pulls into drive-thru*
The BAU team: *cheers*
Hotch: One black coffee please.
The BAU team in an SUV with Rossi: McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!
Rossi: *ready to buy them the entire menu* McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!
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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 3 months
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𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙾𝙽
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Reupload for my new account, can also be found on AO3
As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped.
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Criminal Minds or it’s characters, they belong to Jeff Davis
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: groping, grinding, spicy content(no smut), weapons, swearing, probably bad writing, attempted present tense(not what I’m used to but I’ll try ;-;)
【Masterlist】
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As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t even send Reid in there with a gun, he’ll have to rely on the younger’s acting skills to keep him safe. They’d figured out the Unsub’s identity and got all the evidence they need to convict him and his current location, which also happens to be his hunting ground. He works at a gay nightclub as a bartender, a job that wouldn’t make it suspicious if he flirted with the patrons.
His type is Twinks, especially first timers that fell for his charms and would willingly follow him out back where he would have sex with them before drugging them and taking them to his place, an apartment above the club. Now, to lure him out to avoid putting civilians in danger and as to not scare them, they sent Reid in undercover.
Spencer, in a brightly colored, loose fitting crop top with very short jean shorts the rest of his legs in fishnet and chunky heeled combat boots, light makeup on his eyes and glittery cheeks makes his way into the club. Garcia has their computers queued up with the security feed inside the club, All their eyes trained on Reid and Lukas Mertins, their Unsub. Spencer makes his way through the crowd, blending in and letting the larger men grab on his hips and rub up on him, the other smaller-statured men dancing up against him as a show for the others. Finally, he makes it to the bar and sits down, panting and excitedly and nervously looking back at the crowds, fitting into his role perfectly.
Lukas takes the bait instantly and looks Spencer up and down like a Lion about to pounce on an injured Gazelle. He slides his way to Spencer, startling him with an introduction.
“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around. Newcomer?” He asks, deepening his voice as to be alluring.
“Oh, yea! I just moved here from Wyoming!” He yells over the booming music, “I’m Callum!” He sends a charming grin to the man.
“What’s your poison? Gin? Tequila? No, you strike me as a Sex on The Beach kind of guy!” Lukas sends a wink at Spencer, confidence radiating off of him.
“How’d you know?” Spencer grins back at him with that amused surprise Lukas was expecting.
“Little bartenders’ secret, cutie, maybe I’ll teach you some time,” he speaks as he begins making the drink, when he notices Spencer taking out his wallet, “oh, no! You put that away! First timer’s get their first drink on the house!”
“Really? Are you sure?” The easy conversation continues on before another twink runs up and all but drags Spencer back to the dance floor as if they knew each other forever. Lukas keeps his eyes on “Callum” the whole time, clearly taking the shine to him that everyone had hoped(and dreaded).
Spencer makes his way back to the bar, giggling and panting as he returns to his flirtatious conversations with the Unsub.
“Hey, Callum, do you wanna get outta here? My shift just ended.” Lukas leans in close to say the words directly into Spencer’s ear.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Spencer sends a lustful smile at him, his lip between his teeth. Smirking, Lukas jerks his head to gesture Spencer to follow him to the back which lead to the alleyway.
Before they even cross the door’s threshold, Lukas has his lips against Spencer’s, his tongue damn near down his throat. As he gets them out the door, the loud slam resonating through the speaker, his hands are firmly gripping Spencer’s ass, kneading and landing the occasional slap.
Spencer’s hands are lost in Lukas’ hair as the larger man backs him up against the brick wall. Patting his ass, Lukas gets Spencer to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. Holding Spencer up with his own body and the legs around his waist, he begins grinding against him, moving to attach his lips to the brunette’s neck.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin’ good,” his hand slides up Spencer’s body and plays with his nipple, coaxing moans from the twink in his arms.
“Lukas Mertins! FBI! Get on the ground with your hands behind your head!” Hotch yells at the man, all too eagerly as the team notices. The blonde immediately drops Spencer though he doesn’t let him get away. Mertins wraps his arm around his neck, holding him flush against his body, pulling a pocket knife from his slacks and presses it tightly against Spencer’s throat in retaliation to the guns aimed at him with 5 accompanying death glares.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You back the fuck off or I’m taking this slut out.” He hisses out and glares directly at Hotch.
“Hang on there, Reid.” Morgan calls out to said agent when he sees the flash of panic that appears for no more than a few seconds.
“Let him go, Mertins. You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch all but growls out, sending quick glances at Spencer to ensure he’s alright.
“I beg to differ-” Before he could finish, Hotch fires a shot into his shoulder, making him drop the knife and release Reid to cradle his injury as he stumbled to the ground, grunting and growling in rage.
“Then beg.” Hotch snarls, grabbing the jacket they had grabbed for Reid and hurrying to put it around his shoulders, Prentiss coming forward to pull him into her side both for warmth and a sense of protection, while Morgan happily forces Mertins’ arms behind his back. If he accidentally tugs just a bit too hard on the arm Hotch shot, then no one mentions it. Nor do they mention if he just so happens to grab onto the same shoulder to bring him to his feet.
“Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.” He sneers, nodding at Reid.
“That what you think he is? Some twink?” Hotch squints challengingly at the man, daring him to go on.
“He gave me blue balls.” With that, his glare is directed at Reid who only barely shows any of his discomfort, though enough to have Hotch pissed at the man before him.
“Did he?” He feigns surprise and sympathy as he slowly takes the 3 steps forward. Suddenly, in a flash of barely a second, his knee rises to meet Mertins’ crotch, a deep grimace returning as the Unsub groans and collapses to his knees as he curls in on himself. “Now they’re black and blue balls.”
The whole team says nothing as they watch the scene and make not a move to intervene, though some are wearing smirks at Hotch’s display of protectiveness.
“And you say you’re not the dad.” Prentiss, still with a slightly shivering Reid in her arms, teases. Hotch glances back at her, a glare with no heat behind it playing on his features, though he says nothing.
No one says a word but they all notice his lack of denial.
Emily leaves Spencer with a quick squeeze as she goes to take Mertins from Morgan when they begin to head back to the vehicles.
“Hey, you okay, kid?” Derek asks, pulling Spencer into his side for side hug for comfort and to provide some warmth.
“Yea, or well, I will be. Once I can brush my teeth.” Spencer’s answer prompts a chuckle from most of the team and a soft grin from Hotch, who’s just relieved Spencer is alright.
“That was impressive, you know. I don’t know many people who could keep their cool in a situation like that.” Dave smiles at him and gently touches his shoulder as he passes to one of the SUVs.
“He’s right, Spence, that was really brave.” JJ offers gently, a smile on her face she usually reserves for her sons.
“Bravest twink I ever met,” Emily teases, a playful and kind smile on her lips that Spencer can’t resist returning.
Once everyone gathers into their respective SUVs, they begin the drive back to the station to firstly get Spencer back into his own clothes and to pack up to head home. Hotch takes to sitting in the back with Spencer as Emily drives, holding Spencer as he’s still shivering; as well as for his own peace of mind to ensure he’s safe, not that he’ll admit that out loud.
“That was impressive, you did very well,” Hotch sends a small, proud smile to him, though it soon turns to slight worry, “are you okay, though? That was a lot.” Spencer smiles at the concern, really seeing his “Dad Mode” as the team calls it.
“I’m okay. I’ll be much more comfortable in clothes with more coverage and some mouthwash, but I’m alright, right now.” Nearly the moment he finishes his sentence Emily’s phone blares to life, flashing with Penelope’s contact.
“Hey, what’s up, Garcia?” Emily announces into the phone, signaling she’s on speaker.
“Oh my sweet Boy Wonder! How are you?! Are you okay?! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could move like that! I’m definitely taking you the next time I go dancing! Please tell me someone punched that guy in the dick! Did he hurt you?! Be ready for a hug the moment you get back!!” She rushes, hardly taking a breath between sentences, making Emily and Spencer laugh and Hotch lightly chuckle with a fond smile.
“I’m alright, I promise. We’ll see about that dancing. Don’t worry, his genitals did not leave unscathed. And I’m looking forward to it, Penelope.” Spencer stays grinning throughout his update.
“Good! And, see, this is why I’m not in the field! No one messes with my Beautiful Boy Wonder! He wouldn’t be walking away at all if I was there!” She lets out her mini rant, adding in more bits of her protectiveness of him, in particular of the team, before she eventually hangs up.
They get back to the station, wrap everything up, get Spencer back into his own clothes, and bid adieu to the local enforcement and climb on the jet.
Spencer’s still low body temperature is making him tired, which he tries to explain the science behind as he’s floating in and out of consciousness. Hotch, who’s sitting beside him, smiles fondly at his habits and lightly directs his head to lean on his shoulder, where the Doctor promptly falls asleep.
The team, expectedly, grins at the sight and Derek and Emily immediately jump at the chance to take pictures, most of which sport a Hotch glancing at the camera with an amused smirk.
“Still not ‘the Dad’?” JJ smirks at Hotch over her book, gesturing with a quick glance at the man on his shoulder.
A defeated smile on his lips, Hotch huffs a silent chuckle, “No comment.”
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rawr-jess · 1 year
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Still can’t believe we actually get to see THIS Emily Prentiss 🥹
Now I just need Thomas to get his salt and pepper butt in there too so our hotchniss hearts are happy ☺️❤️
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haaam-guuuurl · 1 year
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So, Evolution letting the characters swear has got me thinking...
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ravenlilyrose · 7 months
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Prentiss might have been born first, but Morgan is the oldest child and JJ is the oldest daughter (AND the youngest’s twin). Reid is unarguably the baby and Garcia’s somewhere in the middle of all this being adored by everyone.
Hotch and Rossi are, of course the parents (though arguments continue about which is mom and which is dad).
I am not taking any criticism on these facts (though funny additions are always welcome).
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amberjazmyn · 5 months
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dr spencer reid one-shot
𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - instagram part two
𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - none
𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - a series of instagram posts from usersdrsreid and ynreid.
𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i had so much fun writing the first part that i knew i had to do it again and just because i really love dr spencer reid
part one masterlist
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ynreid what you don't see in the first photo is me laughing at spencer crying over the realisation that we now share the same last names 
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drsreidi knew i was gonna cry all day anyway love, so it's okay to laugh
derekmorgan i think we were all crying at one stage
drsreid derekmorgan apart from y.n lol, she didn't cry once derek and big props to her because i did at one stage think we had gotten her but, we never did
emilyprentiss this day was literally the best wedding i've ever attended omg
penelopegarcia hands down my favourite wedding in the world. congratulations you silly poms
aaronhotchner and i thought i had cried my tear ducts dry but nope
ashleyseaver omg you guys are so fucking cute! 
ellegreenway lol, jj in the right-hand corner just screaming in joy 
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drsreid the reason why i cried the entire day wasn't that i was "losing my freedom as a single man" or anything else like those snarky comments i see. i cried the whole day because i had waited so long for today to arrive that when it did, i couldn't grasp the fact that i was finally marrying the girl of my dreams. 
i absolutely adore you mrs reid, more than words in any of the english or any other language dictionaries can explain. the reason why i cried all day was that i hadn't ever woken up as happy as i did this morning with the knowledge that i was going to be marrying my best friend. i cried all day because i got to fulfil the dream that your dad dreamt and made for you before he had the opportunity to see his gorgeous little girl get married to the love of her life. i cried all day because i didn't get to see my wife be walked down the aisle by her dad. i cried all day because we got to see aaronhotchner walk her down the aisle. i cried all day because finally got to vow my everlasting love to my soulmate. i cried all day because i finally got to fulfil my father-in-law's wish of marrying his little girl, just like he wanted me to do, that he had written down on his bucket list of "last things to do before i die". i love you so much mrs reid and i promise to love you every single day until i can no longer do it on earth. 
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ynreid it was a perfect day spence, even though daddy never got to be here physically <3
emilyprentiss best wedding ever!
aaronhotchner i'm forever grateful that i was able to hand y.n over to you, spencer. it was an honour and i'm so glad i got to honour her father and your father-in-law
penelopegarcia omg, i cried so hard when i realised that hotch was walking y.n down the aisle, my lord.
jenniferj bro, didn't think i'd tear up seeing hotch walk y.n down the aisle but, it did and then i couldn't stop crying.
davidrossi so glad i had the pleasure of officiating the ceremony. it was beautiful you two.
ellegreenway i'm so glad we got to be a part of it, spence.
ashleyseaver i'm still so frustrated that i ugly cried any time that the camera was in my direct eyeshot 
ynreid ashleyseaver you still looked fucking gorgeous dear daughter! thank you for being one of my bridesmaids <3 
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ynreid did someone order a baby reid?
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drsreid yeah, i think i ordered it a few months ago. it still hasn't arrived yet
ynreid drsreid how rude, cannot believe it's taking this long!
aaronhotchner you guys just got married and already you're popping out children!
derekmorgan i think i just choked on my saliva holy crap what?!
penelopegarcia i've only just emotionally recovered from the wedding and now you're telling me you guys are pregnant?!
jenniferj and now i'm sobbing
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drsreid say hello to sage eleanor emily reid everybody.
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ynreid my two precious angels <3
emilyprentiss omg sage eleanor emily reid! only the cutest name ever!
penelopegarcia cutest goddaughter ever!
derekmorgan ok but like, who named sage?
drsreid derekmorgan y.n did actually, derek. sage was a traditional name in your family as was eleanor and then we wanted to honour one of you guys and we decided emily would be the perfect name. i cried instantly when she suggested we name our daughter after her grandpa's sister.
jenniferj best girl dad ever!
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ynreid spence, today is all about you and the amazing father you are to our little girl, sage eleanor emily. you love our daughter in ways that i could have only seen in dreams. you always make sure you give her all the attention in the world. you are sage's entire world and she is yours and it's plainly obvious. i am so grateful we get to parent our little pretty girl genius. i love you so much reid sr. 
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drsreid can you please stop making me cry bubs? i've been crying all day because of how loving you have been! i love you mrs reid
ynreid drsreid i love you more mr reid
aaronhotchner happy fathers day spencer <3
davidrossi happy father's day reid. sage is a beautiful girl, just like her beautiful parents
derekmorgan happy father's day pretty boy 
ashleyseaver happy father's day, spencer! sagey has gotten so big! 
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drsreid happy mothers day mrs reid. you are the best mother to sage and we are so grateful to have you in our lives. it was almost magical to see the way your body changed during your pregnancy with our daughter. seeing you nurture her before and after she was born whilst still being a kick arse with the fbi always brings tears to my eyes and motivates me to be a better agent because you were born to be a natural mother and fbi agent and sage is the luckiest little girl in the world, just like i'm the luckiest husband in the world. sage eleanor emily and i love you every single day and every day is mother's day in this household!
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ynreid i can see why you got me to cry today without even trying. it was payback for making you cry during our wedding, our entire pregnancy and when i named sage. touché mr reid, touché
drsreid ynreid i sincerely promise it was not as payback because it made me cry seeing you cry. it was not payback at all
emilyprentiss happy mother's day y.n. can't wait to see the reid fam tonight <3
ynreid emilyprentiss thank you em! spence and i can't either. sage is also very excited to see her godmother, it's the cutest thing <3
aaronhotchner happy mother's day my darling y.n <3
derekmorgan happy mother's day pretty girl <3
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imagining spencer as a girl dad is everything in my dreams and therefore imagining mgg as well being a girl dad is everything of my dreams. i'd love either of them to become girl dads!
ok ily bye xx
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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year
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Whumptober Day 28 (Aaron Hotchner & y/n Hotchner)
No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG
Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache
Warnings: toxic parents, abusive childhood, abusive dad, gun, argument, heated argument, 
Word count: 1222
Major thanks to @wolf-knights for running this through with me :)
“Er, Agent Hotchner,” Your head snaps up, you give Anderson a small smile, not paying attention to the person behind him. “There’s someone here to see you,”
You finally turn your attention to the person behind Anderson and you feel your brain short-circuit. “Wh-What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? What sort of a silly question is that?” The woman gives a laugh, “Come on, let’s go somewhere private so we can have a one-on-one chat without prying ears,”
Unsure of what else to do, you nod dumbly and lead the woman to the roundtable room. No one would be there, but they’d still be able to see you, should things turn bad.
When you lead her there, you stay silent, not knowing what to say. This was the woman that left when you were five years old. What was there to say? “Well?” She prompted, before sighing, “Aren’t you going to offer your mum a drink?”
“Sorry, I haven’t exactly done this before,” You bite back, “My mum left when I was five, I guess I don’t really know what the protocol is,”
The woman turns to you, face sour. “Is that really how you respect your elders?”
“The ones that abandoned me and my brothers?” You say, “Yes.”
“How dare you,” She exclaims, “I knew we should only have had two children, I told your father, three is too much. The last one will come out wrong and it seems I was right.”
Your face drops, “What?” You hadn’t expected her to bite back like this, you were expecting maybe one or two comments and then for her to apologise. 
“I only wanted Aaron and Sean,” Your mother says slowly. 
“Mum?” Your mother turned around, hearing Aaron’s voice.
“Aaron!” She chimed, face lighting up immediately. “How have you been? I’ve missed you,”
“I’m going to ask you to leave,” Aaron said, ignoring her question and not reacting when your mother began to yell loudly in protest. “I won’t ask again. Either you leave or I have you removed.”
She scoffed loudly, “Never would I have thought my own son would treat me so!”
“Leave. Now.” Scoffing once more, she picked her bag up, storming out of the room and down the stairs and out of sight. 
“Who was that?” Derek asked, sticking his thumb over his shoulder.
“That would be our mother,” Aaron answers with a sigh. 
“I’m just gonna- I’ll be back in just a-” You say, desperately trying to blink the tears from your eyes.
“Take as much time as you need,” Aaron says immediately, “My office is free if you need a moment in there.” You nod, silently making your way to the office.
You weren’t quite sure how you felt. You were feeling something, it was swarming throughout your body. Rage. Frustration. Disappointment. You had stupidly let yourself hope that she had changed. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t changed at all.
Aaron walked into his office, ten minutes later, making sure to clear his throat as he entered the office, he didn’t want to startle you. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he walked in, maybe you crying, perhaps he’d see you throw something unimportant from his desk against the wall, something that showed the intense emotions he knew you were feeling. But no. Aaron didn’t see any of these. Instead, what he saw was his younger brother sitting, staring ahead at the wall, expression blank.
He makes his way to you quickly, kneeling in front of you. You don’t acknowledge him. “(Y/N)?” He asks gently. Your eyes flick to his, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” You whisper, swallowing. You stood up, “Come on, we don’t have time for this- we’ve got a case.”
You make your way to the door, Aaron hot on your heels. “(Y/N), wait, we need to talk about this-”
“I’m fine, Aaron,” You reply, not giving him a chance to reply before you’re closing the door.
You ignore the others in the bullpen, Penelope trying to get you to sit this case out, Rossi telling you that you should stay home and rest, the others agreeing. You pay them no attention. They didn’t think you could do your job. You grab your duffle bag before heading to the jet, choosing to sit on the couch, in the corner. You needed all the security you could get at this point.
The case was tense, but flew by. The unsub had a hostage, a young girl, seventeen maybe eighteen. Not thinking, you had rushed in without a second thought (or your bulletproof vest). Aaron had kept it together at the crime scene, waiting until the team was alone in the police station before stalking up to you, the police were still at the crime scene, leaving just your team there.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Aaron yells, stalking towards you, face like thunder.
“What do you mean ‘what the hell were the thinking’?” You asked, glaring up at him, “I got the guy, didn’t I?” You said, gesturing to the unsub. 
“Yeah, and nearly got yourself killed in the process!”
“I was perfectly fine!” You defended, scoffing, “What, you don’t trust me to do my job? That it?”
“(Y/N)-”
“What Aaron?” You ask, folding your arms as you continued to glare. “You gonna give me another self-entitled big brother lecture? Don’t talk back, do as I say, follow my orders, all that crap? Don’t bother.”
Seeing his nostrils flare and fists clenched in anger, you step closer. “What you gonna do Aaron, hit me?” You sneered, “You gonna take all that anger out just like dad used to?”
“(Y/N), stop. You need to calm down, now.” Emily’s voice is strong, but you ignore her. Derek steps in front of you, preventing you from getting closer to Aaron and trying his best to edge you out of the room and away from the situation. 
“I know you want to,” You yell, “You get that look in your eyes. Same look he used to get when I messed up after you and Sean pissed off and left me alone with him!”
Rossi found himself stepping forward, preventing Aaron from doing anything he may later regret. “(Y/N), shut up!” Aaron growls.
“What’s wrong? Having trouble accepting that we’re both exactly like him?!”
“How dare-!” Aaron begins to exclaim, pushing past Rossi, finger pointing harshly at you. “How dare you say that.”
“We are,” You sneer, “Look at us! You drove Haley away, just like he drove mum away and I’m not much better!”
“You have no right to say that! No right! That is my family, they are my family!” You stop fighting against Derek for a moment, face dropping. My family. My. 
You let Derek push you back and away from Aaron. “My family, huh?” You don’t say anything else, simply turning to Derek, who watched as most of the anger drained out of you. 
“There you go, running off again,” Aaron picked, “We all know that’s the real reason you don’t have anyone else except this team.”
Rage floods through your stomach, as you exit the door, you slam your fist, hard, into the wall. Not paying attention at the dent it leaves, or the small smear of blood. You just continue walking.
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Alligator Valley
Summary: there’s a not so new agent in town, and Bonnie is helping out on her first case with him. A cannibal case in Florida.
Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia
AU: Criminal Minds
Episode: Lucky (S3, Ep 8)
AN: follows canon but I tweak it to fit my story lol
TW: Possible mentions for gore and death, drugs use, abuse (all aspects).
Please reblog and like!! It really helps me out <3
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A couple of days had gone by since Bonnie physically saw her mother, nor heard much from her at all. She was always away, and it had taken a bit of a toll of her mood. Second guessing whether or not her mother really wanted her anymore. No text messages to let her know she’s alright, just things about microwave dinners and pop tarts. Ever since Bonnie could, she had worked. From age 14 earning $5 an hour. She helped pay the bills and whatever was left was for school work and clothes. Now that she had this assistants job she had felt a little lighter. Not having to worry too much about what she would have left over, but that didn’t stop her mother from disappearing for days. The longest was two weeks then one day she walked in, drunk out of her mind Bonnie was amazed she could stand, and walked straight past her and into bed. The next morning ate cereal from the same table without lifting her head, continuously scratching her arm full of needle piercings.
The woman she looked at was not the same in old photographs when she was a baby or toddler. Her brown hair was thin and greying at only forty. Her skin so tight that Bonnie could see her mothers cheekbones and ribs as clearly as she could see her eyes. It made her wonder, if she was watching her mother wither away.
Bonnie had became quite agitated. Everything said to her must have been against her. If she were asked to do her job she’d take it as being bossed around, but would comply quietly, seething under her breath. Or if she had been given constructive criticism she would convince herself it was because someone didn’t think she could handle her own.
David Rossi was quite the character. She had read one of his books before. Detailing his journey from the army, to the FBI. It was really quite interesting. She never thought she’d be standing in the same room with the man who caught Ryland Posey. The man who set off five bombs, almost six, if David Rossi hadn’t gotten to him in time. The man was made of stone. Every time Bonnie were in his presence she found that she was too intimated to talk. His legacy was bigger than her whole life.
He spoke sternly and low, creeping her out a little bit. Also adding to her quiet teeth gritting as she didn’t like how much of a know-it-all he could be. Speaking to the team as if he owned them.
It was an hour after starting her shift, 11am, when her phone beeped, and the team were getting ready to leave for Florida.
Before Bonnie could get to the jet first like always, Penelope had appeared, popping out of nowhere, and grabbed her arms with haste. “Guess what!” Her cheeks were rosy pink and the smile on her face was just ready to burst and spew confetti.
“What?!” She jumped up and down with Penelope, the woman’s excitement rushing through her hands and intertwined hers.
“I met a guy!”
Bonnie gasped dramatically. “Shut up! Who!” Stopping jumping to get to the serious parts.
“Well, his name is James and I met him at a coffee shop!” Penelope squealed with delight.
“That’s so cute! That’s literally the ideal place right? Going in for a cute little coffee and just bumping into someone!”
“I know!” Penelope strained her voice in attempt to remain a little composed in the office.
“Well you’ll have to tell me everything and more when I get back!”
“I will! I’m very excited for our sleepover young lady!”
Bonnie felt her heart melt and ache at the same time.
There was no hiding anything from Penelope Garcia. She was infamous for it. Literally smelling mood changes. It didn’t take long for the woman to question Bonnie on why she had been acting off. And it was easy to talk to Penelope. She actually listened to her. She was just like an open diary all ready to be written open.
So then the door of Penelope’s apartment was open to her 24/7. She had insisted at first that it was too generous to offer her a place to stay until her mother returned, because it would be too often and might be longer than Penelope had expected. So Bonnie had negotiated that she’d go for a night or two, for snacks and movies, just like having a best friend. Something Bonnie never had the time to have, skipping grades and going to college at 16 being surrounded by people much older than she was.
“Don’t take too long!” Penelope waved Bonnie off as she sped towards the jet.
“So, this guy is a complete and utter psychopath!” David Rossi ranted at the screen which showed an assortment of body parts. No faces. Just legs and arms. Fingers and toes.
“Someone very mentally ill Rossi.” Derek said from across the table.
“Obviously.” The older man sassed and Derek rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw like he always did if someone pissed him off.
“Guys. Listen up please.” Hotch scolded the two like a pair of kids, before clearing his throat and putting his attention back onto the computer. “This is Abby, nineteen, she left for college and never returned home. A pair of joggers found her body in a nearby park three days later. Everything below her waist had been eaten. All ten fingers gone, and her throat slit.”
This girl was only a year older than she was. Bonnie couldn’t help but feel attacked herself. Why must it always be women?
“What did that to her?” Derek asked, pointing to what would have been the girls bottom half.
“Bridgewater's off of i-75, Which is often referred to as alligator alley For reasons that are now apparent.” Hotch answered and Emily grimaced.
“I suddenly don’t feel so bad about my alligator purse.”
“Ah, the circle of life.” Rossi commented casually.
“An alligator couldn’t have carved an inverted pentagram on her torso though right? Or slit her throat? Unless he’s really skilled.” Derek conspired.
“The locals believe that a satanic cult is at fault.” Hotch replied, and Spencer quickly intervened.
“S-Satanic cults have been debunked as a myth actually.”
“What?” Jennifer looked unconvinced.
“Yeah, it was Rossi who debunked it.” All heads turned to the older man.
“Thanks kid.” Rossi gave Spencer a nod and Bonnie almost laughed at how his face radiated.
“Cult or not, this is ritualised.” Said Hotch and Emily sighed.
“So… satanic cults don’t exist, but satanic killers do?” She asked and Bonnie also rolled the question over her head.
“Lasciate ogni speranza ch'entrate.”
The team looked at Rossi with clueless eyes.
“Oh. Thanks for clearin' that up.” Derek tutted.
“Uh, it's from dante's inferno. Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Spencer answered proudly.
“So… yes?” Emily asked and Rossi nodded.
“Precisely.”
But the boy genius wasn’t quite done yet. “There are two types of satanic killers actually. One is the rebellious teenager. Looking for a way out of reality. Mix this with some drugs and alcohol and it could turn violent. In some cases deadly.”
Rossi looked up at Spencer who smiled. “That’s from my book.”
“Trust me, we know.” Jennifer laughed and Spencer’s happiness faltered slightly.
“And the other?” Hotch asked.
Spencer continued, a little quieter and less enthusiastically this time however. Looking down towards the computer. “The adaptive. The worse one of the two I believe. I-it’s when a serial killer begins to blame his doings on fantasies. They will adapt satanic beliefs to fit their cause.”
“He doesn’t kill because he believes in satan. He believes in satan because he kills then. Is that it?” Rossi nodded at Derek who rubbed his head. “I don’t believe in all this crap!”
Spencer never missed a beat as his mouth ran faster than his thoughts. “Maybe that’s because you never really let god into your life?”
Derek whipped around, his thick brows crossed. “No offence kid, but you don’t know what I believe in.” And Spencer gulped, sinking into his chair.
“Alright well… we’re almost there. So when we land Bonnie you’re with me and Rossi, the rest of you visit the police department.”
Bonnie didn’t have that many notes yet. All she had picked out from the group was that they were looking for someone who believes that satan is real because they have committed such a heinous act. It wasn’t much to go on, there were probably lots of people who believed that.
Following Agent Hotchner and Rossi, they were led down to an examination room where Abby’s body- what was left of it- was being autopsied.
“Sir, I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI.” Agent Hotchner shook the doctors hand after the man removed his glove.
“David Rossi.” Another shake.
“Bonnie.” She smiled and kept her hands on her notebook.
“Thank you for coming. I’ve been needing to speak with you.” The man said shaking every so slightly. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
Agent Hotchner lifted his head with interest.
“Fingers. Ten of them found in Abby’s stomach. They’re away for testing right as we speak.”
“He made her eat them?” Bonnie asked and the man nodded.
“Yes.”
“Are they hers?” Agent Hotchner asked.
But the man shook his head. “No… these belong to other people I’m sure of it. Three are index fingers.”
“More victims.” Rossi said aloud.
“He fed her other peoples fingers… why?” She asked the other two agents with her pen in hand ready to write.
“To send a message he’s killed more. And that…” agent Hotchner sighed and looked away from Bonnie. “He’s possibly eating them.”
The man from the autopsy stopped dead. “Serious?”
“Yes.” Agent Hotchner stated in his classic monotone voice.
“Well if it’s satanism, I think we should talk to the local priest don’t you think?” Rossi suggested and Agent Hotchner nodded.
“Yeah good thinking.” And she followed the two out of the room.
Rossi and Derek decided to go to the church, while Bonnie and Agent Hotchner returned to the police station to share their findings. Jennifer and Emily had just returned from visiting Abby’s father.
“He fed her fingers? That’s messed up.” Jennifer scrunched her nose like being hit with a bad smell.
“You ever wonder what human meat tastes like?” Emily pondered to herself and Agent Hotchner ignored her, while Bonnie shook her head.
“Never thought about it, never want to.”
Before Emily could go on further about eating people, an officer barged into the office and all heads turned.
“Sir, we’ve just got a call about a woman being abducted at a rest stop near the state park. We’d like you to check it out. We think it’s your guy.”
“Alright. Emily come, JJ and Reid stay and wait for Rossi and Morgan.” The boss had ordered and Bonnie could easily see how restless Spencer was getting being stuck in this small room from the minute they arrived.
At the rest stop, the team were brought into a bathroom, a smelly one. In one stall, a red inverted pentagram had been drawn on the door, marking which one the act had been committed, possibly to tell satan it was here. The toilet lid was down and a stack of books perched on top.
“Books?” Emily questioned.
“Satanic ones. And they’re nice and neat. This unsub may have been institutionalised, seeing as we’ve profiled he’s mentally ill. The only form of control he had was being tidy, almost military. Everything else was stripped away.”
Then he paused, his thumb running over the rest of his fingers. “Host a search party. Five o’clock today.” That was in two hours.
“You think she’s still here?” Emily asked as the three strolled back to the SUV.
“Maybe. There’s only one way to find out. Plus, the woman at the store said no cars have driven in…”
“Maybe she just didn’t see it or something? On break?” Bonnie suggested but Agent Hotchner shook his head.
“I don’t know. But… hopefully this search will help us.”
Two hours rolled on very quickly, and the whole team arrived to see a whole town at the park. Flyers being handed out, snacks and water, even hot food.
Father Marks had volunteered as well, he was the priest that Rossi and Derek spoke to. Bonnie wasn’t very sure of the man, she’d never met him, only that the team are assuming the unsub has some sort of connection to worship… and could tell that neither was Derek.
“What the fuck is that guy doing here?” The man mumbled next to Agent Hotchner who rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“He’s helping with the search.”
“Hotch you know that unsubs will sometimes insert themselves into the investigations right? This dude knows about this satanic stuff!”
“Morgan, chill out. Rossi said he was very cooperative right? He knows his stuff, you interviewed him… i don’t think your dislike for this man has anything to do with this case.” Bonnie feared that Derek may land a punch on Agent Hotchners face the way the man stepped back and clenched his fist. “Let’s just focus on finding Tracy Lambert alright?” Derek huffed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and shoved on his dark sunglasses and walked alone into the forest.
Meanwhile Bonnie landed herself beside Spencer. “They’ve got chilli over there. Who eats chilli on a search party?” Bonnie chuckled, pointing out the stand to Spencer who hummed.
“Apparently Emily.” He said as they watched Emily take a bowl and scoop some into her mouth. “I hate public food. Don’t know where it’s been.”
Bonnie didn’t mind it. Sometimes it was better than buying ingredients from the shop which costed more than a simple takeaway. She couldn’t really afford to care about who handled her food. As long as she wasn’t hungry and it tasted good.
She signed the searchers sheet and herself and Spencer stuck close together. The memory of going off alone in the woods during the Sandy Parker case crept up on her like a stalker and choked her from behind. She started combing her hair with her fingers, protecting it.
Her breathing became heavier as her eyes frantically scanned her surrounding, instinctively looking for short red hair.
“Hey.” Spencer’s voice didn’t exactly make her stop, but she now had something to focus on. “Everything’s gonna be alright. I’m here with you. And I’m allowed to use a gun now!”
That made her feel a little lighter, but with each step further into the woods she felt the trees closing in on her.
“I hope so… just the last time I did this I almost died… on my first case as well.”
“You ever hear about my first case?” Spencer asked, trying his hardest to comfort the younger girl.
“No?”
He laughed at the reminiscence. “I was twenty one. I’d never been in a fight or-or anything like that my entire life. I had just been granted permission to be allowed in the field. Hotch took the lead like always, and-and told me to go round back with Morgan. I was basically a look out.” He was smiling. “So we went around the back of this big house, and he told me to stay put while he checked the inside was clear. I couldn’t shoot by then, I was awful.” She managed to laugh a little, still keeping close to Spencer, grazing his arm as she walked through the woods.
“The unsub jumped me from behind. And I wasn’t stocky or strong like Hotch or Morgan, hell I’m still not! He took me down and whacked me hard on the head and I couldn’t see from how dizzy I was. I genuinely thought I was gonna die. That was until morgan shot him. The first time I’ve even been close to a bullet. When I sat up, I threw up all over myself. Like literally everywhere.” He began to really laugh now. So hard he could barely finish his sentence. “And then- and then, Morgan took of his top and had to physically change me. Mind you we’re in this person back garden with a dead man behind us and he’s stripping me! My shoes at that point were covered in vomit and y’know the first thing I said was?”
“What?” She asked laughing along, despite how scary it must have been.
“I asked for my mom. My mother! At my grown age being an FBI agent I asked for my mom. Morgan had to take my shoes off and carried me bridal style to the SUV. I’ll never forget that. Or Gideon… while I was in the hospital getting stitches he stayed by my side the entire time. Reading from his bird books… he knew I hated hospitals…” Bonnies smile slowly faded to a frown.
“I know you miss him… he was a great guy. From my little time with him I learned a lot! Like that time he called that man’s mum a whore? Who does that?!” She hadn’t been present from the amount of guns pulled, but agent Hotchner told her everything once they were back safely in the jet. How Gideon confronted this man named Frank and simply insulted his mother, before the man and a victim jumped in front of a train.
That insult must have really hurt.
“Only Gideon.” Spencer laughed again, but distantly. Sadly almost.
“I’m sorry he left Spencer. If I could bring him back for you I would. I know what it’s like to-“ she stopped and cleared her throat. There were some things in the world that aren’t meant to be said. Like how it was actually quite obvious Spencer lacked a parental figure. Seeing how much he admired… and actually loved Agent Gideon as if he were his own flesh and blood.
“It’s that obvious?” Spencer turned to her with a smirk. “Shit I thought I was doing well with hiding the fact I don’t have a dad.”
Bonnie snorted. “I understand. My dad passed when I was little. Just been me and my mum ever since.” Thought now it seemed like it was just her alone. Eighteen and all by herself in this big big world.
“I’m… I’m sorry to hear that. This team… it’s a family. I’ve gained a father, lost him, but I also gained brothers and sisters, and whatever Hotch is… I can’t put my finger on it…“ perhaps Agent Hotchner just had that dad vibe. Considering he had a little boy at home.
Or maybe it was his age actually…
The Tobias Hankel case file flashed quickly in her mind, and she remembered Spencer’s name very clearly, and wondered if she could risk asking about it. If there was something wrong, she’d like to know. It could help her understand the team better, seeing as this went down before she had joined them.
“Spencer…” she started anxiously. Sandy Parker no longer in her thoughts.
He hummed back.
“When I was sorting the case files, I saw one with your name in it.” The man shifted and cleared his throat.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah… Tobias Hankel?” You couldn’t have missed the flinch even if you weren’t looking. And with that she regretted every opening her mouth. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“No…” he scratched his arm. “No it’s ok. We’re a family now.” She wondered if he knew how much that had meant to her. “He was a sick man. Mentally unwell. He kidnapped me, drugged me. I dug my own grave.” He scoffed sourly. “But the team found me just in time… sometimes I wish they hadn’t.” He whispered the last part, but having it be so quiet around this forest Bonnie heard, and tentatively reached for Spencer’s hand which he flinched at.
“Sorry… I forgot you don’t like to be touched.”
His face of fear turned soft, and he gave a small smile, and took her hand in his. “Only with family.”
A surge of warmth coated her body as she really smiled.
Unfortunately, after a couple hours no girl had turned up. So both Bonnie and Spencer reluctantly left the forest, despite how much they wanted to keep looking, and were met with a serious faced Agent Hotchner, and they let go of each other.
“It’s getting too dark, we have to go back to the station, JJ has an idea.” And the two younger ones shared a worried look before getting into the SUV, driven by Agent Hotchner.
Back at the station, Jennifer began reading over the search list and volunteers from the church, hoping the theory of the unsub being part of the church was right, but so far had nothing.
“Garcia’s I’D the fingers. No two are the same. That’s ten victims.” Spencer began drawing on the map. “Hey look at this.”
Jennifer, Agent Hotchner, and Bonnie stood closer.
“The hunting ground is in the middle of it all. The last time any of the woman were last seen.” Agent Hotchner thought aloud.
“He likes to stay close to home then. Gives him familiarity.” Jennifer said and Spencer nodded.
“It was prostitution that helped Garcia with the ID. I think they were easy to catch.”
The thought of her mother out all alone with strange men was too much for Bonnie, so she slipped outside and pulled a cigarette from her blazer pocket, walking around the side of the police building for a bit of privacy. Hoping none of the team would discover her disgusting habit.
It was a simple little thing that filled her with relief. A break. She started when she was 14 after getting her first job in a small take away shop that was always busy. Nipping out the back for five minutes was a blessing. The nicotine high would relax her tense body and she’d go back in after drowning herself in perfume, and feel as if she had rested well and could continue.
Quitting was very hard and sometimes she regretted ever picking up a cigarette. But on the most stressful times such as thinking about her mother, it was the only escape. The only thing to take her mind elsewhere.
It was later that night when Derek left the station, only to come running back in with the news of a body which was already on the way to the hospital, and father mark was brought in for questioning.
Agent Hotchner began. “She’s Hispanic for one. She’s not either of the women we’ve been looking for.” As amidst the searching for Tracey, another woman had been abducted. Every single member of the team had felt absolutely hopeless. How could they host a search only for another woman to go missing?
“Her names Maria Lopez, 31, 2 kids. Numerous arrests for solicitation and prostitution. But she was reported missing nine months ago.” Jennifer furrowed her brows in confusion.
“How does that work? He’s holding them?” Emily asked Agent Hotchner who was double checking the search sheets while Rossi and Derek spoke to Father Mark.
“Get Dr Fulton on the phone.” Agent Hotchner demanded and Jennifer began to dial.
Once the man answered, Agent Hotchner started immediately. “Has Maria Lopez’s cells burst?”
“Why?” The doctor asked and Agent Hotchner groaned.
“Because we think she was killed, frozen, kept, and eaten.”
The line went silent. A couple of seconds passed and the doctor replied. “Yes, her cells were burst.”
“Thanks.” And the man ended the call.
“Well that explains why we haven’t found any other victims.”
Bonnie took a shaky breath. “Garcia’s checking mental institutes still, there’s two but we’re gonna have to narrow this down.” Agent Hotchner sat down and failed Penelope’s phone.
“Now call Garcia.”
“A please would be nice.” Jennifer held her phone in her hand waiting.
“Please.”
And she then dialed.
“I’m your fairy godmother Garcia, you may grant me one wish!”
“Have you found anything in the institutions yet?” Agent Hotchner asked.
“So I can't find any patients in florida Who have the charmheg of being both a satanist and a cannibal. However, hazelwood mental institution is the place to go When looking for florida's most dangerous kinds of wackos, And they had a fire in 1998 that destroyed all their records.”
Agent Hotchner listened intently, not moving a single muscle.
“Let’s give hazelwood a visit, JJ call them and tell them we’re coming. Reid, Bonnie let’s go.” As tired as she was, Bonnie went, lunging her first steps and cracking her neck that Emily gagged at.
“What are you expecting we find?” Spencer asked from the front seat.
“A man who would have been young at the time, very mentally ill, and hopefully someone who will know of our description.”
“That’s really vage.” Bonnie piped up from the back and agent Hotchner nodded.
“But this man would also be prone to biting, like during fights or something. Hopefully someone will have a file.”
So when they pulled up to Hazelwood, that’s exactly what they did.
They were brought into a doctors office, not much decorating the area besides a couple diplomas and such.
“As I told agent Jareau on the phone, We have no existing record of that patient you described.” The doctor said feeling helpless. His hands out in front of him on the table, as if trying to grab any sort of memory that would help.
“We know. We were hoping you might actually remember a patient. He would have been an adolescent when admitted.”
“Dr Lorenz was in charge of adolescents.” The doctor replied as grief covered his sunken face.
“Is he here?” Agent Hotchner asked and the man shook his head.
“He died in the fire. He was leaving when he heard the alarm and ran back in.”
“Why?” Spencer asked.
“He was a very dedicated man.”
“Like he had something to protect? Something to risk his life over?” Bonnie then asked.
The doctors wrinkled forehead creased, and he stood up from his chair. “There was one thing…” moving towards a desk and sliding one of the drawers open, pulling out a worn out notebook.
“This boy… he wrote about taking a bite out of his nine year old sister… cannibalism’s what you’re looking for isn’t it?” Agent Hotchner took the book from the doctors hands and flipped to the front.
“Floyd Feylinn Ferell.”
The sirens were on, speeding down streets and running red lights, Bonnie gripped onto her door handle in fear of her life. She’d never been in a police car like this before.
Rossi and Morgan were closer than they were, having been at the church with Father Mark.
By the time they arrived, the suspect was in Derek’s hands, shirtless, being pushed into the back of a police car.
“That’s him?” She asked peeking to look out of the front window with wide eyes.
“Yep.” Agent Hotchner answered, and began following the car down to the station.
The team were all together again, and their anxieties had dropped slightly, all hoping this truly was the man the town was looking for. To bring justice to those dead.
The entire team stood outside of the double sided glass window of the interrogation room, all very eager that this was the one.
Father Mark was waiting with the rest of the team.
“Kobe girl steak.” The man began. “That’s where you prepare the meat isn’t it?” The man was unresponsive. “You’ve got a lot of unusual recipes in here Floyd.” Derek held up a better looking journal than the one found at the institute. “Must have tried some of ‘em?”
“Hm.” Floyd hummed down to himself.
“Talk to me.” The agents eyes digging holes into the smaller, much weaker man. “Which ones?”
Floyd slightly lifted his head in the direction of Derek. “Some have smiley faces. Some have sad.” It was the first time any of them had heard him speak. It was soft, calm, unnerving.
Despite how sick Derek just have felt, he carried on. “You ever hear voices Floyd?”
“I’m not smart. But I have a smart friend who tells me things.” Floyd responded.
“What’s your friends name?”
Floyd ignored him. “He wants me to tell you something.” And Derek waited. “Your watch has stopped working.”
“He’s trying to spook him.” Agent Hotchner commented from the other side of the glass
“Yeah uh… I’ve been meaning to change the batteries for a month.”
Bonnie hoped Floyds plan wouldn’t work on Derek, because she was certainly taken back.
Derek then proceeded to suggest that Floyd took fit women due to the fact they would have more ‘meat’ on their bones for his recipes. To which Floyd answered he thought that skinny people who took drugs didn’t taste very nice.
“Where’s Tracy Lambert?” Derek drilled, and Floyd smiled.
“I can only tell Father Mark.”
Derek excused himself and even though Agent Hotchner was against it, the man was able to take Father Mark into the room. “I do all the talking. Alright?” And the priest nodded.
Floyd immediately looked up when he saw Father Mark. “Thank you for coming father.”
“Anything I can do for-“ Derek paused the priest with a finger in the air.
“I had to pull a lot of strings to get him in here Floyd. My bosses really didn’t like to idea of him sending him in at all. So he’s gonna sit here nice and quiet, and you’re only gonna talk to me, alright?”
“Ok.” Floyd answered. “I’ve done bad things.”
“We’ve all done bad things we’re not proud of Floyd. The only thing that helps is to tell others.”
“Not everything” Floyd shook his head.
From beyond the glass, Bonnie’s head had tilted in interest looking at Floyds demeanour. He had completely opened when Father Marks had came in, and could not stop taking glances every couple of seconds to the priest. He looked, like he was planning something.
“This isn’t right.” Agent hotchner’s brows were furrowed as he too stared at Floyd. “When Floyd was at the search he signed the sign in sheet, but not the searchers.”
Inside, Derek pressed. “Come on Floyd. I got him in here because you wanted him, now it’s your turn. Where is Tracy Lambert?”
Bonnies eyes faltered around the room in thought. She could see some stalls. Snacks and drinks, then she looked up to the people. Those handing them out. “Something wrong…” but she hadn’t made it out yet.
“I feel so alone father. That god had abandoned me.” Father Mark looked at Derek for permission to speak, and the man nodded.
“You are not alone, my son. God is in all of us.”
“We have to stop the interview.” Agent Hotchner panicked.
The man, Floyd, began to grin sinisterly, twisted his head upwards, and laughed.
“So is Tracy Lambert.”
Then it all made sense.
She could see him so clearly now. Standing behind the stand where chilli was being served. She had watched him give a bowl to Emily.
Bonnie spun around to watch the said woman run out of the room covering her mouth with her hand.
“You son of a bitch- you son of a-“ Father Mark flung his body of the table and lunged for Floyds throat, Derek catching him by his waist and yelled for back up. All while Floyd watched with a grin on his face.
A face Bonnie would not forget.
Back on the jet, after Emily was done throwing up every piece of food in her body, everyone was silent.
Derek was not present, but no one paid much mind.
Bonnie brought out her small flip phone and texted Penelope. She first had to collect her things that she left at the BAU, then find a way to get to Penelope’s apartment. Maybe Agent Hotchner would give her a lift. Or Jennifer. Not Emily… Emily would want some alone time. Probably to make herself throw up some more.
Well at least she knew was human meat tasted like now…
Bonnie screwed her face up at the sudden thought.
‘Hey Penelope, we’re on the jet now, I won’t be long!’ She texted and sent, before passing out on the plan ride home.
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“Bonnie! Bonnie wake up!” A strong hand was shaking her from her slumber and she jumped out of her chair in a panic.
Agent Hotchner grabbed her shoulder and hurried her out of the jet, her still being in a sleepy state.
“What? What’s wrong?!” She breathed heavily as she tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.
“I…” his grip on her tightened. “Penelope’s been shot.”
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sqwishywrites34 · 1 year
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Stay Away From My Son
A/N: Being the longtime lover of Criminal Minds I am,, I’m making a full fic from a TikTok scene I made lol I had this whole big scenario in mind for it so I decided I’d expand on it here. Have some Team Dad!Hotch and Team Son/Little Brother!Spencer
disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it’s characters, they belong to Jeff Davis
Characters: Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jereau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Original Male Character(s)
WARNINGS: groping, grinding, spicy content(not smut)(lime? maybe?), weapons, swearing, probably bad writing, attempted present tense(not what I’m used to but I’ll try ;-;)
As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t even send Reid in there with a gun, he’ll have to rely on the younger’s acting skills to keep him safe. They’d figured out the Unsub’s identity and got all the evidence they need to convict him and his current location, which also happens to be his hunting ground. He works at a gay nightclub as a bartender, a job that wouldn’t make it suspicious if he flirted with the patrons.
His type is Twinks, especially first timers that fell for his charms and would willingly follow him out back where he would have sex with them before drugging them and taking them to his place, an apartment above the club. Now, to lure him out to avoid putting civilians in danger and as to not scare them, they sent Reid in undercover.
Spencer, in a brightly colored, loose fitting crop top with very short jean shorts the rest of his legs in fishnet and chunky heeled combat boots, light makeup on his eyes and glittery cheeks makes his way into the club. Garcia has their computers queued up with the security feed inside the club, All their eyes trained on Reid and Lukas Mertins, their Unsub. Spencer makes his way through the crowd, blending in and letting the larger men grab on his hips and rub up on him, the other smaller-statured men dancing up against him as a show for the others. Finally, he makes it to the bar and sits down, panting and excitedly and nervously looking back at the crowds, fitting into his role perfectly.
Lukas takes the bait instantly and looks Spencer up and down like a Lion about to pounce on an injured Gazelle. He slides his way to Spencer, startling him with an introduction.
“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around. Newcomer?” He asks, deepening his voice as to be alluring.
“Oh, yea! I just moved here from Wyoming!” He yells over the booming music, “I’m Callum!” He sends a charming grin to the man.
“What’s your poison? Gin? Tequila? No, you strike me as a Sex on The Beach kind of guy!” Lukas sends a wink at Spencer, confidence radiating off of him.
“How’d you know?” Spencer grins back at him with that amused surprise Lukas was expecting.
“Little bartenders’ secret, cutie, maybe I’ll teach you some time,” he speaks as he begins making the drink, when he notices Spencer taking out his wallet, “oh, no! You put that away! First timer’s get their first drink on the house!”
“Really? Are you sure?” The easy conversation continues on before another twink runs up and all but drags Spencer back to the dance floor as if they knew each other forever. Lukas keeps his eyes on “Callum” the whole time, clearly taking the shine to him that everyone had hoped(and dreaded).
Spencer makes his way back to the bar, giggling and panting as he returns to his flirtatious conversations with the Unsub.
“Hey, Callum, do you wanna get outta here? My shift just ended.” Lukas leans in close to say the words directly into Spencer’s ear.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Spencer sends a lustful smile at him, his lip between his teeth. Smirking, Lukas jerks his head to gesture Spencer to follow him to the back which lead to the alleyway.
Before they even cross the door’s threshold, Lukas has his lips against Spencer’s, his tongue damn near down his throat. As he gets them out the door, the loud slam resonating through the speaker, his hands are firmly gripping Spencer’s ass, kneading and landing the occasional slap.
Spencer’s hands are lost in Lukas’ hair as the larger man backs him up against the brick wall. Patting his ass, Lukas gets Spencer to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. Holding Spencer up with his own body and the legs around his waist, he begins grinding against him, moving to attach his lips to the brunette’s neck.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin’ good,” his hand slides up Spencer’s body and plays with his nipple, coaxing moans from the twink in his arms.
“Lukas Mertins! FBI! Get on the ground with your hands behind your head!” Hotch yells at the man, all too eagerly as the team notices. The blonde immediately drops Spencer though he doesn’t let him get away. Mertins wraps his arm around his neck, holding him flush against his body, pulling a pocket knife from his slacks and presses it tightly against Spencer’s throat in retaliation to the guns aimed at him with 5 accompanying death glares.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You back the fuck off or I’m taking this slut out.” He hisses out and glares directly at Hotch.
“Hang on there, Reid.” Morgan calls out to said agent when he sees the flash of panic that appears for no more than a few seconds.
“Let him go, Mertins. You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch all but growls out, sending quick glances at Spencer to ensure he’s alright.
“I beg to differ-” Before he could finish, Hotch fires a shot into his shoulder, making him drop the knife and release Reid to cradle his injury as he stumbled to the ground, grunting and growling in rage.
“Then beg.” Hotch snarls, grabbing the jacket they had grabbed for Reid and hurrying to put it around his shoulders, Prentiss coming forward to pull him into her side both for warmth and a sense of protection, while Morgan happily forces Mertins’ arms behind his back. If he accidentally tugs just a bit too hard on the arm Hotch shot, then no one mentions it. Nor do they mention if he just so happens to grab onto the same shoulder to bring him to his feet.
“Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.” He sneers, nodding at Reid.
“That what you think he is? Some twink?” Hotch squints challengingly at the man, daring him to go on.
“He gave me blue balls.” With that, his glare is directed at Reid who only barely shows any of his discomfort, though enough to have Hotch pissed at the man before him.
“Did he?” He feigns surprise and sympathy as he slowly takes the 3 steps forward. Suddenly, in a flash of barely a second, his knee rises to meet Mertins’ crotch, a deep grimace returning as the Unsub groans and collapses to his knees as he curls in on himself. “Now they’re black and blue balls.”
The whole team says nothing as they watch the scene and make not a move to intervene, though some are wearing smirks at Hotch’s display of protectiveness.
“And you say you’re not the dad.” Prentiss, still with a slightly shivering Reid in her arms, teases. Hotch glances back at her, a glare with no heat behind it playing on his features, though he says nothing.
No one says a word but they all notice his lack of denial.
Emily leaves Spencer with a quick squeeze as she goes to take Mertins from Morgan when they begin to head back to the vehicles.
“Hey, you okay, kid?” Derek asks, pulling Spencer into his side for side hug for comfort and to provide some warmth.
“Yea, or well, I will be. Once I can brush my teeth.” Spencer’s answer prompts a chuckle from most of the team and a soft grin from Hotch, who’s just relieved Spencer is alright.
“That was impressive, you know. I don’t know many people who could keep their cool in a situation like that.” Dave smiles at him and gently touches his shoulder as he passes to one of the SUVs.
“He’s right, Spence, that was really brave.” JJ offers gently, a smile on her face she usually reserves for her sons.
“Bravest twink I ever met,” Emily teases, a playful and kind smile on her lips that Spencer can’t resist returning.
Once everyone gathers into their respective SUVs, they begin the drive back to the station to firstly get Spencer back into his own clothes and to pack up to head home. Hotch takes to sitting in the back with Spencer as Emily drives, holding Spencer as he’s still shivering; as well as for his own peace of mind to ensure he’s safe, not that he’ll admit that out loud.
“That was impressive, you did very well,” Hotch sends a small, proud smile to him, though it soon turns to slight worry, “are you okay, though? That was a lot.” Spencer smiles at the concern, really seeing his “Dad Mode” as the team calls it.
“I’m okay. I’ll be much more comfortable in clothes with more coverage and some mouthwash, but I’m alright, right now.” Nearly the moment he finishes his sentence Emily’s phone blares to life, flashing with Penelope’s contact.
“Hey, what’s up, Garcia?” Emily announces into the phone, signaling she’s on speaker.
“Oh my sweet Boy Wonder! How are you?! Are you okay?! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could move like that! I’m definitely taking you the next time I go dancing! Please tell me someone punched that guy in the dick! Did he hurt you?! Be ready for a hug the moment you get back!!” She rushes, hardly taking a breath between sentences, making Emily and Spencer laugh and Hotch lightly chuckle with a fond smile.
“I’m alright, I promise. We’ll see about that dancing. Don’t worry, his genitals did not leave unscathed. And I’m looking forward to it, Penelope.” Spencer stays grinning throughout his update.
“Good! And, see, this is why I’m not in the field! No one messes with my Beautiful Boy Wonder! He wouldn’t be walking away at all if I was there!” She lets out her mini rant, adding in more bits of her protectiveness of him, in particular of the team, before she eventually hangs up.
They get back to the station, wrap everything up, get Spencer back into his own clothes, and bid adieu to the local enforcement and climb on the jet.
Spencer’s still low body temperature is making him tired, which he tries to explain the science behind as he’s floating in and out of consciousness. Hotch, who’s sitting beside him, smiles fondly at his habits and lightly directs his head to lean on his shoulder, where the Doctor promptly falls asleep.
The team, expectedly, grins at the sight and Derek and Emily immediately jump at the chance to take pictures, most of which sport a Hotch glancing at the camera with an amused smirk.
“Still not ‘the Dad’?” JJ smirks at Hotch over her book, gesturing with a quick glance at the man on his shoulder.
A defeated smile on his lips, Hotch huffs a silent chuckle, “No comment.”
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Rossi: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?
Emily: I only like dark humor.
Rossi, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?
Emily:
Rossi: An IMPASTA!
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lavenderhazess · 11 months
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Like yes I love Reid and Derek and Prentiss and JJ and Rossi and Garcia but is Hotch still my favourite? GUILTY
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