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[stefanmikaleson1864]

Because I Need You

Because I Need you 

OA X Reader 

Y/N’s Pov 

Things were hard lately. Work has been a lot lately we were working a rough case and everyone was on edge. 

A serial killer was kidnapping young women around town. It was young women on their way home from work. Most of them were 9-5 people who were just trying to get home.

We figured it was because it was easy to track and follow. This killer was different though it seemed like he didn’t  have a cooling off period. 

It was like clock work every day at the same time we were discovering someone new, 

Every time we felt like we were getting somewhere close we just ended right back up at square one again.

 It was all taking a major toll on all of us. Literally watching the minutes click down until someone else has lost their life. 

None of us had been home in days. We were each taking turns sleeping in the breakroom. None of us could fall asleep though. I mean how could you knowing  what was going to happen. 

You all would take a moment to eat and take a breather as much as you could. It was hard because you knew you needed to be on top of your game you had to take care of yourself but every time you did it felt like a waste of time. 

Like right now you were currently sitting outside. Letting the sun hit your face, you were looking down at your lunch not being able to eat. 

You were just re playing every connection in your head. Where could we go from here. Where can we look at next to help. 

You were so in your head you didn’t even notice when OA came and sat down next to you. He placed his hand softly on the top of yours in order to get your attention. 

“Hey talk to me” He said. 

You snapped your neck up to look at him. He gave you a worried look on his face,. His big brown eyes not breaking contact with you. 

“I uh i’m good just a little tired” You said lying through your teeth. 

He knew you better than that. He knew how exhausted and tired you were. 

“Y/N come on it’s me” He said 

You took a deep breath in and let it all out. 

“I am just worried about it you know the time i’m just eating could be time doing something” You said. 

“We are doing everything we can to help but you still gotta worry about yourself” OA said. 

“I know but it’s not enough people are still dying” You said

“Yes but that’s on us we are doing everything we possibly can” OA said

“I don’t know i just” You said struggling to find the words. 

“I know were all feeling it but please eat something i know you haven’t eaten sense last night” OA said. 

You just looked at your food you were way to tired exhausted to do anything 

“Please and then were taking a break were gonna go lay down” OA pleaded. 

You just gave him a confused look and his entire face had turned bright pink red.

“I would abosoloutely love to go lay down with you. Is that what you do with all your friends” You asked pushing your arm into his. 

“Shut the hell up you know what i meant” He said smiling. 

I mean you weren’t complaining about the thought of laying down next to him. You had such a massive crush on him. I mean have you seen him he’s so damn beautiful. 

“Sure i know” You said winking at him. 

“Look you gotta share this with me you haven’t either so you gotta eat something to.” You said breaking your food in half.  

You basically threw it in his hand so he couldn’t have said no. you picked up half and toasted him and he toasted it right back. 

You were feeling a smidge better eating something and sitting next to OA always made you feel better. 

You both ate in silence and when you were done he got up and stuck his hand out to grab yours. 

You took it and he pulled you out of the seat. You both headed out and it was quiet on the way down. 

You knew he was right that you needed sleep. You could feel like your body was on it’s way to just giving out 

Finally after an entirety you made it to the bunker room and collapsed on the bed. You closed your eyes for a moment while your body felt like it was taking a deep breath. 

You opened them up to just seeing OA standing in the corner. 

“What are you doing over there I thought you were supposed to lay down with me” You asked ‘

“Uh yeah no it’s fine it’s just one bed in here I’ll go somewhere else i just wanted to make sure you were okay” OA said twisting his ring. 

“Don’t be crazy let’s go” You said sitting up and reaching out for him. 

He smiled and reached out and grabbed your hand. You squeezed it and laid down. OA sat down at first and then slowly laid down like the bed was going to break in two. 

As soon as you felt him lay down you lifted up and laid your head on his chest. You could feel his heart beating. It was going super fast and honestly it was such a comforting sound. 

Not even a few moments later you fell asleep into a deep sleep. You didn’t even set a timer to wake you up. 

Your body needed the sleep. You haven’t slept a wink in days. 

OA just countied to lay there watching you sleep for a moment. His heart beating fast at the fact you were so close next to him. 

He was the responsible one who set a timer to wake you both up and just a few moments later he fell asleep just along with you. 

 1 Hour Later 

OA’s alarm had gone off you were so upset because it was the best sleep you had gotten in months. 

You groaned waking up and squinting your eyes. 

“Mm do we have to” You said not lifting your head up. 

OA has his arms wrapped around you in a big bear hug. It felt so nice 

“I know I know we have to” OA said groggily. 

He unwrapped his arms around you and you sat up wiping the sleep from your eyes. No doubt you looked a hot mess. 

OA was looking up at you and smiled. 

“You look beautiful” OA said.

Your face turned blood red and you smiled at him. His face looked worried like he wasn’t sure how you were going to react. 

“No i don’t look at me i’m at a hot mess” You said groaning.

OA moved some hair out of your face and smiled. 

“No your always beautiful” OA said 

“So are you such a beautiful man” You said.

It was OA’s turn to blush now. His face turning red as a beet. 

“Come on they need us”  You said. 

You got up and reached a hand out to help OA. He smiled and grabbed it. 

The two of you tried your best to spruce yourself up and then headed out. You made your way back to the JOC. When Jubal was approaching you both in the hallway. 

“Hey perfect timing we got something we need all agents and you to go out to the scene” Jubal said. 

“What no why she’s not even an agent” OA said.

“I know but we need a team on the lot to help give real up to date information it’s a big plot service is bad down there” Jubal said.

“Hey it’s no big deal i’ll be fine i’ve done it before” You said 

OA was tense and you could tell he was still upset but he ended up dropping it. 

“Come on i’ll get ready” You said. 

“Thank you were out in 15” Jubal said placing a hand on your arm. 

You walked to the closet where equipment was that you could take out with you. OA had followed you helping you pack your stuff. 

“Hey are you sure” OA said. 

“I’m good seriously why are you being so overprotective I mean more than usual” You said asking.

OA just looked down at ring nervously twisting it. 

“Because this guy is dangerous” OA said 

“They are all” You counterbacked. 

You walked over and grabbed his hands and made him look up at you. 

“What is going on” You said .

“I can’t loose you everyone keeps getting hurt and dying and being held up at gunpoint and I can’t let that happen to you” OA said in a sad tone is voice cracking a bit. 

You knew it had been hard on him. No one liked Rina really but it was still hard and shocking. Maggie had taken a hit and he still hasn’t processed his own attack.  So honestly you weren't surprised. 

“Hey look at me nothing is going to happen i’ll be with Ian and Jubal if anything i’m the one worried about you”  You told him. 

You could see a tiny bit of relief in his eyes when he knew you would be in the company of others. 

You pulled him into a tight hug. He squeezed you back hard like it was the last one ever. You both let go and he smiled down at you 

“Let’s go” You said grabbing the bag. 

He gave you a look and he grabbed the bag from you carrying it out. He acted like your arms were gonna fall off if you carried something.

“Such a gentleman” You said laughing 

“Shut up” OA said laughing. 

You both walked out and stood and went to OA’s desk and a few seconds later everyone came out and joined you guys. 

“Ready” Jubal said 

“Hell yeah let’s go” Maggie said

You all walked out and got into the cars. Maggie refused to let OA drive which made him grumpy the whole time. 

It was quiet the whole ride. Everyone is trying to get their heads right. Needing to make sure your head was clear. 

About 30 minutes later you arrived to your scene. It was a giant filed with a tiny little farm house looking thing. It was such a creepy looking scene. 

“You guys clear the house where set up right over here” Jubal said. 

You grabbed OA’s hand and gave it a squeeze. You gave him a smile and a nod. Telling him to stay safe. 

They went on and you all set up as fast as you could. A few moments laters swat and search and rescue showed up. 

You all were working hard to see if there was anything out there to help find the missing girl. 

Right now your suspect was 32 Year old David Ross. His mom was killed when he was young by an intruder . He owned this lot inherited to him by his mom where she passed. 

It was such a meeting thing to think about. 

You were surveying the plot seeing if anything made sense or stuck out. Was land changed anywhere where was something there that wasn’t supposed to be there. 

It was taking forever. You guys were there a solid 2 . Almost pushing three. We had to beat the dark and this twisted timeline we were stuck on.

It felt like a dead end

Finally something stuck out. A drone showed a small shed type thing about 10 yards away. That has to be it. 

“Hey i got something a shed about 10 yards away” You said yelling out loud. 

“Yeah yeah that’s it” Jubal said 

Jubal radio it over the walker and everyone wasn’t breathing at that point. We risked it all if that wasn’t it. Showing this son of a bitch we were here. 

Would he get scared and kill her ? Try to harm others.

What felt like eternity the walkie went off 

“We got her alive” Scola said 

Everyone just let out a breath at the same time. We all started clapping and cheering. 

They started walking out towards you guys and OA and Maggie had the guy in handcuffs. 

“We did it y’all we got them” Jubal said high fiving everyone. 

You all started packing up your stuff and heading out. It was such a relief. Like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders. At least for now anyways, until the next case came along. And it was placed right back on there. 

On the way back everyone was talking about how they wanted to celebrate. You only cared about one thing. Where was he gonna be 

You made it back and by that time we were all heading out to a local bar \ restaurant so Jubal could come and join. 

It was a friday night so that son of a bitch was going to sit in a cell until Monday  morning so they dropped his ass off and ran. 

Thankfully Isobel said paperwork could wait so we didn’t even think twice. You were currently sitting at OA’s desk while he packed up. 

“So are you going out with them” You asked 

“Eh I don’t know not in the mood to go out” OA said 

“Yeah me either do you wanna grab some takeout and watch a movie” you asked 

OA looked over at you and flashed a smile 

“Its a date” He said 

He got up and grabbed your hand and the two of you walked out. 

You got into his car and he made his way down to your place. You got chinese food from the corner place you both loved.

You both were settling in now. You changed into some Pj’s and OA had some left over clothes. It wasn’t the first time he spent the night. In a non romantic OA safe way. He would always sleep on the couch no matter what. 

After you both were deciding what movie to watch you wanted a thrasher killer. But OA said it was to much which most would think but it’s your fave genre. 

So you both settled on some comedy movie to lighten the mood. 

“Why are you eating all the chicken” You groaned 

“Because it’s too good and I don’t want you to have any” He said laughing 

“That’s so mean” You pouted. 

He took some chicken and threw it in your box.

“happy “ He asked 

“Well now I am” You said throwing some food back at him 

“Oh really so uncalled for” He said trying to act offended . 

He took his fork and flung his fork full of rice at you. 

It hit all over you and you then returned the favor big time. You picked up a big pile of noodles and held it in the air. 

OA gave you a look like you better not.  But of course you did. 

“omg “ was all he was able to say. 

He took the noodles he could and threw them back at you. Then after that it was a full on food fight. 

At one point the two of you stood up and was trying to hide from it. Laughter was filling up the air. 

“A truce come on” OA said breathing hard 

“Fine but only because were out of food” You said laughing. 

You both walked into the middle of the room. You secretly had something behind your back because you didn’t trust him one bit. He looked at you like he was dis trustful 

He grabbed your arm and tried forcing you to drop the food

“I knew it” OA said.

You got real close to his face and whispered 

“That’s what you get” You said trying not to break eye contact. 

Suddenly OA moved in closer and so did you. He slammed his lips against yours and you kissed him back hard. You dropped your food on the floor wrapping your arms around him, 

He grabbed you close filling the gap. You two stopped after a second needing air to breathe. 

“I love you” OA said 

“I love you more” You said 

OA took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. He looked at you and placed his hand on your face. 

“I want to” You said knowing he wasn’t going to pressure you 

He kissed you back slowly and you pulled him onto the bed. The two of you not caring about how sticky or messy you were

. None of those made up in your head scenarios help a flame to this. 

After you looked at him.

“I think I need a shower and new sheets” You said laughing 

“Yes to both of those” OA said smiling back 

“I’m so glad we stayed home” You said.

“I needed you tonight to be here and with me. You can always bring me back  and every other night” OA said 

“I need you more always i wouldn’t have been okay without you ” You whispered back .

He had no idea how true that was. It was a rough case but the night ended so much better. 

There was always going to be hard and rough cases but as long as you had OA they were just a little less rough

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[inariter]

Stay With Me-6

Masterlist:

Stay With Me-1

Stay With Me-2

Stay With Me-3

Stay With Me-4

Stay With Me-5

Stay With Me-6

A million thoughts ran through OA’s head as he listened to Maggie’s words. It felt like his entire world was going in slow motion as he held his breathe. He could feel the panic that coursed through his veins. His gaze falling on (Y/n)’s resting body, trying to wrap his mind around it all.

“We’re still hunting him down but Jubal says you need to stay by her side.” OA knew that Jubal was right, he knew that there was too many conflicts of interest. That he could easily loose his cool if he was involved.  

“Okay...okay.”

“We’re going to find this guy.” Maggie told him, in some way to reassure him. But he knew until they caught the guy and he was locked away, there was no way he could relax, much less be assured for the better. 

Especially after the information Maggie began to give him, there had actually been two more shootings. One before Maggie gave him a call and another shortly after. Five more victims were added to the tally, all hit in the exact same place. All hospital workers. An organized crime with intended purposes and targets. 

“As soon as anything else happens, I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks Maggie.”

Anytime.” They were partners, they had each other’s back. But even now, it was hard to help. “How is she doing?”

“She’s out of the woods now. But she hasn’t woken up yet.”

“She will. She’s gotten through the worse of it.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for.” Sighing, OA ended the call, turning his attention back to (Y/n). He sat down next to her bed, holding her hand. The times he wished he could have done this very thing, almost too many to recount. “I love you (Y/n). I want to tell you face to face. I want to ask you on a date or do so much. So just open your eyes, alright?”

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She knew this sight well, a dreary atmosphere that settled over the waiting room. She could see the worried etched on their faces as they all try to cope with their loss. Trying to keep it all together, to not let the tears or any other emotions show.

“She’s in good hands.” (Y/n) said, breaking the silence as their eyes fell on her. Confusion turned to recognition, seeing she was the first to attend to Kristen as soon as she came rolling through the ER doors. (Y/n) started working fast, doing what she could with her skill set before calling the trauma specialist, one more skilled in such matters. Even despite her own capabilities, she wasn’t going to let pride or arrogance prevent them from saving a life. “Our best trauma specialist is operating on her now, the odds are in favor.”

“How can you be so sure?” OA asked, standing up to meet her. He towered over (Y/n) given the difference in their builds. Yet she didn’t cower or stand down. She looked him straight on, a small yet knowing smile on her lips. 

“I know how good my colleagues are. But I’m saying this for reassurance, I know you all need some right now.” He could only guess how many scenes she seen like this. How many times she needed to break the news to friends and family. 

He knew, she didn’t have to do this. To come out and personally meet them, to try and ease their worries. She probably had another case or had something better to do.

Yet (Y/n) made the time to do this. Just for them. He found it touching.

“Look, you’ll hear more soon. But you all at least should have heard this.” She gave them all a small smile, before beginning to walk away. Tossing OA a snack in the process. “Name is (Y/n) by the way. Keep your head high, cause I have high hopes your friend will be fine.”

As she walked away, her smile grew, thinking back to OA. He easily caught her eye without even speaking. Her eyes had landed on him from the moment she looked at them from the end of the hall. Wondering when would be the next time they could see one another.

Something that would be sooner than she realized. Unaware he happened to be thinking something similar.

Days passed when she went about her daily routine when she was greeted with a familiar face standing in the lobby. Looking a little lost to say the least.

“Oh, agent, what brings you here?”

“Looking for you actually.” Oa smirked a little, twisting the ring on his finger as he walked closer to her. “I just wanted to say thanks. Kristen turned out just fine like you said.”

“And why are you thanking me?”

“You didn’t have to come and talk to us. You didn’t have to do anything but your job.”

“It was nothing. I’ve seen enough people like you and your friends to know they need something. Even the smallest bit helps.”

“Thank you for doing that. It did help. And thanks for granola bar.”

“Anytime.” (Y/n) said, giving him a small smile. Before her pager went on, signaling her that she was needed elsewhere. “Well, that’s my call.”

“Could I take you to lunch?” OA asked, calming his nerves enough to blurt out the question. He wasn’t why he felt as nervous as he did. Nor why he was even at the hospital to begin with. He just knew he ended up here, talking with (Y/n) and now asking her to a meal. His heart beating loud against his chest as he awaited her answer. 

“How about dinner tonight? I can go after my shift.”

“Sure...sure. That works.”

“Good, I’ll meet you here at 7 o’clock, tonight.” Her pager once again beeps. “Until then agent.”

With that, (Y/n) ran off to her job, OA watching her as her figure disappeared. Unable to shake the smile on his lips, wondering how or why she even agreed to begin with. 

But it was something. It was something for sure. 

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Something was wrong, he knew it even before he opened his eyes. Before he looked around the hospital room. His instincts were screaming at him, telling him to move fast, to get up and grab the closest thing near him. And hearing his ringtone stop and go again didn’t help much.

Yet before he could make a move, before he could answer his phone, he heard a gun cock followed by a voice. 

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you both.” 

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[playbucky]

Panic.

Requested by Anon –Hi! First I wanna say you're a life saver. You are pretty much the only one who writes for Stuart Scola and I have the biggest crush on the man. So second, I'd like to request something if that is okay. Would you write something for Scola x reader where they have a two year old kid together? Where the rest don't know he has a kid and they come across the reader and the kid at a crime scene? With a worried scola? Hope you understand and I hope you're willing to write it! If not that is also okay, thank you in advance either way! Characters – Scola x reader, OA, Maggie. Word Count – 534.

‘Shit.’ Scola cursed when he saw the building, then he looked down the street, noticing that your car was still parked down the block. ‘Are you okay?’ OA asked, Scola shook his head before he took off in a jog, quickly flicking his badge at the officer the tape was lifted up for him. Ducking underneath it he started frantically looking around, OA and Maggie shared a look as he frantically ran his fingers through his hair. Messing up the neatly style hair do before he slid his phone out and started dialling a number. ‘Stuart.’ He heard, he whipped around and saw you standing at the edge of the group, Henry was resting on your hip as he jogged over to you. Pressing a quick kiss to your lips before placing one on Henry’s head. ‘We’re okay.’ You told Scola as he wrapped his arms around you. ‘You’re sure?’ He asked, you smiled. ‘Yup.’ You replied, leaning closer to press your forehead against his, waiting for him to exhale. ‘I thought.’ He said, you quickly shook your head, getting that image out your mind. ‘Don’t, we’re fine you should know by now I can defend myself.’ You said, bringing your spare hand up to cup his cheek, feeling his jaw tense underneath it before he nodded. ‘Daddy?’ ‘I’m okay, buddy.’ Scola said looking at Henry who was balancing on your arm, Scola quickly took him from you and pressed another kiss to his head, taking a deep breath. ‘Did you have fun with mummy?’ He asked, Henry smiled and nodded. ‘We had fun, but I think you might want to tell your team about us before they break their brains.’ You commented, Scola looked at you before turning to OA and Maggie that were watching the three of you with wide eyes. ‘OA, Maggie this is my wide Y/N and our son, Henry.’ Scola introduced the pair of them to you, you gave them a smile whilst Henry was more focussed on the people that were walking around behind you. ‘Son?’ OA asked, Maggie nudged him and you chuckled. ‘Yes, you know when two people love each other very much.’ Scola replied, you whacked his arm and looked at you. ‘With the lines of work we’re in, we don’t practically go about mentioning him.’ You explained, Scola lifted Henry higher up with a small grunt. ‘But it’s a pleasure to meet you.’ You said, stretching your had out, Maggie was the first to put a smile on and accept your handshake before OA stepped up, still confused but returned the smile. ‘We better go, you look busy.’ You said, turning to Scola who wanted to object but you were right. ‘I’ll see you tonight baby boy.’ Scola mumbled to Henry, he smiled again. ‘Bye bye.’ Henry said as you took him from his fathers arms, Scola then turned to you. ‘I’ll leave dinner in the fridge, and I’ll be waiting.’ You told him, he nodded. ‘Don’t stay up.’ He said, you narrowed your eyes at him before giving him a quick kiss. ‘You know I do.’ You replied, pressing another kiss to the side of his lips before pulling back and walking away.

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[reidswhore]

Imagine the team thinking Spencer is so sweet and innocent, a total virgin and any sexual encounter he would’ve had must have been so vanilla.

Sweet innocent Spencer Reid, who rails you into oblivion every single night, who makes you forget your own name and scream his so loud the entire neighbourhood knows who’s making you feels so fucking good.

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[cumulo-stratus]

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[flow33didontsmoke]

You’re dating Spencer Reid.

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[mariasont]

Our Minds Entwined------------------------

ch 1, ch 2

Aaron Hotchner x Original Character x Spencer Reid

in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest youngest member

Chapter One:

The bar was abuzz with the kind of infectious energy that only comes from a group of friends riding the high of a celebratory night out. In the center of it all was Evelyn Gideon, her laughter a melody that seemed to turn heads and draw smiles even from strangers. She was the embodiment of sunshine—her allure as undeniable as the curves she carried with effortless grace.

Evelyn raised her glass, her eyes sparkling with excitement and liquor. "To new beginnings and breaking ceilings," she toasted, her voice carrying over the crowded room.

Her friends echoed the sentiment, "To Evelyn, the FBI's newest and brightest!"

As they sipped their drinks, the conversation flowed easily, touching on memories, aspirations, and the occasional playful banter about the 'aesthetically pleasing' aspects of her new job.

Evelyn leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, I've had my fair share of late-night googling and let's just say the FBI isn't all work and no play. They've got some serious eye candy too."

Her friends giggled, urging her on, and she obliged, a little tipsy from the copious amounts of wine. "There's this one agent, my boss, Aaron Hotchner. Oh, and another, Spencer Reid. They're like the real-life versions of those FBI recruitment posters. So hot, it's criminal."

The group erupted into laughter, unaware that just a few tables away, two men had paused their conversation, a knowing look exchanged between them. They said nothing, just an awkward cough as they went back to their drinks.

Spencer's eyes met hers briefly before averting his gaze.

Aaron's expression was unreadable as he scoffed, "Interns."

The laughter from Evelyn's table continued to ripple through the bar, a stark contrast to the muted tones of conversation at the agents' table. Spencer's eyes flickered back to his drink, the ice clinking softly as he swirled the glass, a thoughtful expression on his face. Aaron, meanwhile, maintained his stoic facade, though the corners of his mouth twitched in a suppressed smile.

Evelyn, buoyed by the warmth of the wine and her company, leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting across the room. She caught Spencer's eye again, realization drawing on her face, and this time he held her gaze, an unspoken challenge passing between them.

One of her friends nudged her, her eyebrows raised in amusement. "He's cute."

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the implications. "I think that's my new boss and colleague."

Evelyn, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and her earlier comments, caught the agents' glance and felt a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over her. She fumbled with her purse, her laughter trailing off into a nervous giggle.

"Uh, I just remembered, I have an early meeting tomorrow, and I should really get going," Evelyn stammered, avoiding eye contact with the table of agents. Her friends, sensing her discomfort, offered her quick hugs and understanding nods as she made her hasty retreat.

As Evelyn vanished into the crowd, Aaron and Spencer's attention was momentarily captured by the bar's TV, where a breaking news segment flashed across the screen. They leaned in, their focus on a case they'd been following, the world around them fading into the background.

When they finally turned back, expecting to find the lively group still immersed in their celebration, they were met with the sight of an empty chair where Evelyn had been. A twinge of disappointment flickered across their faces, though neither would admit it aloud.

Spencer cleared his throat, "Well, interns are always full of surprises," he remarked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Aaron nodded, his gaze lingering on the now quieter table. "Indeed. But let's not forget, we were all there once," he said, raising a glass in a silent salute to their beginning memories.

"Statistically speaking," Spencer began, his voice barely above the murmur of the bar, "the chances of us overhearing a conversation about ourselves in such a setting are quite slim."

Hotch couldn't help but chuckle at Spencer's comment. "And yet here we are," he added, the hint of a smirk betraying his amusement.

—

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Evelyn's sleep softened face as she awoke to the chirping of birds and the distant hum of the city. She lay in bed for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of memories from the night before. The laughter, the wine, the unexpected encounter with Dr. Reid and Hotchner.

She was Jason Gideon's daughter, a fact that filled her with pride yet weighed heavily on her. At 23, she was young to be joining the FBI, especially the BAU, and she felt the pressure to prove herself as more than just a legacy hire.

Evelyn sat up, pushing back the covers as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Today was the day. Her first day at the BAU. A mix of excitement and nerves bubbled within her, but there was something else too—a hint of mortification. She couldn't shake the memory of calling her new boss and coworker hot within earshot. She hoped against hope that they hadn't overheard.

With a deep breath she rose and made her way to the mirror. She took pride in her appearance, and today was no exception. She chose her outfit with care, professional yet undeniably her.

As she applied her makeup, each brush was an attempt to paint away the embarrassment of last night. She styled her hair, letting it fall into soft waves around her shoulders. We one last glance in the mirror, she was ready.

Evelyn grabbed her gun and badge, the weight of them both a reminder of the responsibility she was about to undertake. She was a member of the FBI now, and she had a role to play.

—

Evelyn's heels clicked against the polished floors of the FBI building, a steady rhythm that matched her racing heart. She drew a deep breath, letting her bubbly personality shine through her nervous smile as she passed through the security checkpoint. She didn't spot Hotch or Dr. Reid, a small mercy that allowed her to collect herself without the weight of their gazes.

The first day formalities were a blur—ID photos, paperwork, and the endless maze of hallways. It was all so technical and impersonal, yet it was the gateway to her dream.

Then, a beacon of light, she spotted Penelope Garcia. They had connected over an online forum for crime fiction enthusiasts, bonding over plot theories and character developments. Garcia's vibrant attire and smile were just as welcoming in person.

"Penelope!" Evelyn greeted, her voice a mix of relief and excitement.

"Evelyn! Honey, you're even more stunning in person!" Garcia beamed, pulling her into a hug. "Welcome to the BAU family!"

As they chatted, Garcia led her to the bullpen, where Evelyn was introduced to the team. Emily Prentiss's firm handshake and measured smile spoke of strength and understanding. JJ's friendly nod and Derek Morgan's charming grin were disarming, making Evelyn's nerves ease slightly.

"So you're the prodigy Gideon was always bragging about," Morgan teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Evelyn laughed, the sound light and genuine. "I hope to live up to at least half the hype," she replied, her tone playful yet sincere.

Prentiss leaned in, her voice low but encouraging. "We've all heard great things about you, Evelyn. We're glad to have you on board."

"And we'll make sure you find your footing," JJ added, her smile reassuring.

The warmth of the welcome eased the knots in her stomach. She was a part of the team, surrounded by legends, and yet, they made her feel like she was one of them—bright, capable.

"Gideon."

The newfound calm in Evelyn's stomach vanished as swiftly as it had arrived when she heard her last name echo across the bullpen. The authoritative tone of Aaron Hotchner snapped the easy atmosphere like a taut wire. She turned, her heart hitching as she met his gaze. For a fleeting moment, she saw the mask of his composure slip, a flicker of surprise that quickly schooled into neutrality. "A word, please?"

Derek couldn't resist the opportunity for a quip. "Don't keep the man waiting, he's not known for his patience," he said, eliciting a round of chuckles from the team.

Evelyn's heart pounded as she approached Hotchner's office, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts seeming to rest on one—he was going to confront me about what I said. She stepped inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

Hotchner's office was a stark contrast to the lively bullpen, its walls lined with commendations and case files. He gestured to a chair.

"Good morning, Evelyn," Hotchner began as he motioned her into his office. "Please, have a seat."

She moved past him, her senses heightened, astutely aware of the shift in his demeanor. As she settled into the chair, she caught him glancing at a file on his desk, his eyes momentarily distracted.

"I didn't expect you to be so..." he started, his gaze lifting to meet hers.

"Young?" Evelyn filled in, her voice a mix of confidence and self-deprecation, butterflies filling her stomach. "I get that a lot, but I assure you it won't affect my performance, sir."

In his mind, Hotchner corrected himself, Attractive, but he let the thought pass unspoken of course, cursing himself for even thinking it. "Of course," he said aloud. "Your age isn't a concern. Your qualifications speak for themselves."

He leaned back, interlacing his fingers as he regarded her. "As a new member of the BAU you'll be expected to undergo a period of observation. You'll accompany the team on cases, but your involvement will be limited until you've completed your training."

Evelyn nodded, absorbing every word.

"You'll be assigned a mentor," Hotch continued. "Dr. Reid will take on that role. He'll guide you through our protocols and procedures."

"I'm ready to learn and contribute, sir." Evelyn responded earnestly.

He had been called "sir" by many, but when the word left Evelyn's lips, it was as if he heard it for the first time. He caught himself staring at the lips at which the words came from, snapping his focus back to her eyes.

Hotchner's expression softened ever so slightly. "I believe you are. And remember, this team is a family. We rely on each other's strengths to face what most can't even imagine."

With a final nod, he stood, signaling the end of the meeting. "Welcome to the BAU, Agent."

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Perfect Team

Requested by a lovely Anon ! ! I really hope you like it !!!

awesome! i love jubal sm! my favourite episode is the one where tyler gets taken hostage trying to go ask his friend to surrender and when talking him down isnt working jubal runs at the shooter in attempt to save his son, if you could write something where the reader is one of the agents outside the bookstore when it happens and instantly panics because, well, shes married to jubal and ty is her stepson, and then its just a nice ending when she runs in and sees they are both okay 

A/N: I hope you all love this and I miss seeing Jubal on my screen so much. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work :)

Y/N’s POV 

Everyone was on panic mode and rushing out the JOC today. There was a suspected school shooting. Everyone was working over time to figure out where it was and when so we could stop it. Hopefully before anything bad happened. 

You all were scanning everything you could. Going through all the social media of kids in the area. Tracking the searches of guns or anything that could help you. In your search something caught you eye. 

It was Hilltop prep. The school that Tyler your stepson attended. You decided to dig deeper in. You didn’t want to tell Jubal right away because you didn’t want to worry him. So you scanned all the kids social media. Was anyone there having trouble at school ? 

Was there any red flags that stuck out the most to you. You got a hit when a kid named Jack and some text between him and Tyler. You decided it was best to step away and look at this information in private. 

You weren’t keeping this from anyone but you also didn’t know what it was and didn’t wanna worry Jubal or put Tyler’s business out there. 

So you took your laptop that you had in your bag. Jubal was working on his desk and he looked over at you when he heard you get up. 

“Everything good” He asked looking at you with a worried face. 

“All good I just gotta ask cyber crimes about something” You lied. 

Jubal seemed to buy it and just shrugged you off and went back to doing what ever he was doing. Which you were grateful for. You knew the second he found out he would have went full overprotective dad mode. 

Which wasn’t a bad thing it was just hard when things meant to be private are being brought into the work place. 

You walked back to your personal desk you had in the back and sat down. When you got re situated you pulled back open your stuff and looked through the messages. Alot of them were about how both boys were struggling. Tyler struggled to make friends because of his cancer. 

Kids were cruel and he had to miss a lot for his treatments. Jack was also another loner without many friends. The two of them talked about normal boy things in the beginning but then things took a turn. 

Jack talked about wanting revenge on the kids who picked on him. Tyler kept trying to talk him down but you knew he was over his head. You could even read in the messages that he wasn’t sure on what exactly to do. 

You knew it was time to loop in Jubal but you struggled on how to approach the matter. But it was so much more than just this. Kids' lives were literally hanging in the balance. 

So you took everything you had and sent to him on his work email. Then you grabbed your computer and headed back into the JOC. By the time you got there Jubal had already been reading them and coming to find you. 

You meant halfway there when he rushed up to you. 

“What the hell is this” He asked 

“Come on not here” you said. 

“Yeah” was all he breathed out. 

He followed down the hallway into a private room. Where he shut the door behind him. He had worry and concern written all over his face. 

“Hey what’s going on” He asked in a softer tone. 

“I was going through kids social all schools. I ran into a kid named Jack who went to Ty’s school. I dug further and found that stuff I sent you” You said. 

Jubal took his hand and started rubbing the back of head something he did when was nervous. 

“Yeah uh who else knows” Jubal asked you could hear the worry in his voice and broke his heart. 

“No one i came straight to you” You said. 

You placed grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze trying to comfort him. 

He softened a little under your touch. 

“Call Ty and see where he’s at I’ll update the JOC where shut down the school and find Jack” You said. 

“Okay yeah yeah sounds good it’s a plan” Jubal said. 

“Hey it’s gonna be okay I promise” You said. 

“I love you” You said to him. 

“I love you” He said he squeezed your hand tight. 

He opened the door and you both walked out and Jubal went straight down to his car and you walked back to the JOC and filled the team in.

Isobel and everyone looked up at you when you walked back in. 

“Everyone hey listen i got something I need to share” 

You hooked up your laptop and put everything on the big screen so everyone could see. 

“I think I know where the next attack is coming from. Hilltop Prep by a kid named Jack he is a loner kid who wants to take revenge out” You said. 

“Wait isn't that Tyler’s school” Isobel asked. 

“Yeah I told Jubal  about it and there is something else” You said. 

“Jack and Tyler are friends but it looks like Tyler is trying to talk Jack out of it but is way 

in over his head right now” You said 

“Yeah for sure where are they now” Isobel asked. 

“Right now it looks like Tyler is on the move and heading towards 15th st” Ian yelled out. 

“Where is Jack right now” Isobel yelled out

“It looks like he’s on 15th not moving” Kelly yelled out .

“Call jubal and let him know where he’s at” Isobel yelled out. 

“I’ll call him on the way I’m on the way over” You yelled out. 

Isobel just nodded at you and you grabbed your stuff and ran out. Your anxiety was high and you were doing everything you could to control it. 

You had so many emotions just running through your head. Was Ty okay ? Was Jubal gonna be okay. 

You didn’t have any kids of your own yet. Your family lived in a different state so when you moved here you were all alone. 

Meeting Jubal and working for the FBI was the best thing that ever happened to you. You finally found a family. 

Jubal’s Kids loved you just as much as he did and you all became super close. So it was hurting you just as much to see Ty going through this. With his cancer and everything else this was way to much for a child or anyone to go through. 

Racing down to the car you pulled out your phone and called Jubal. But of course he wasn’t answering you. 

“Damn it come on” You yelled while people were giving you weird looks. 

You finally made it down to your car and you sped away fast. You tried not to think about the worst case scenario in your head as you broke every single traffic law known to man. 

In record time you made it down to where they were and you saw Jubal just pulling up in front of you. 

Everyone was there you could see the black cars parked to the side not coming out waiting  for the signal to come out. 

You slammed the brakes and got out of the car before it had even come to a full stop. 

“hey “ You yelled over to him.

He turned around and looked at you worry all over his face. 

“Where is he” You asked. 

“Right there” he said 

You turned your head and he was walking around the corner towards Jack. Jubal started walking over but you pulled on him back. 

“Hey wait a minute they could just be talking and if Jack see’s you he might loose control and get spooked” You said. 

Jubal looked at you and it was hard to read his face and know what was wrong. 

“You want me to stay back no way” He said. 

You were cursing in your head because you didn’t want this situation to go from bad to worse. Which to your worse fear was happening right in front of you. 

When Jubal got closer Jack could see him coming and grabbed a hold of Ty. He pulled out a gun and put it on him 

“Hey hey don’t do that put it down” Jubal yelled out.

“Stay away” Jack yelled.

You could feel your anxiety was at all time high and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You watched in horror as Jack pulled Ty into the store behind him. 

Jubal had run over and was able to get in the store. 

OA and NIna along with Scola and Tiff ran out of the cars and you werre right with them. You all were standing in the middle of the street talking about next steps. 

“We need to breech it get in there” OA said 

“No we can’t it’s to risk if Jack gets even more spooked or feels trapped then what he’s dangerous” You said 

“Yeah but we go in through the back then we can take him by surprise” Tiff suggested. 

“No please we have to trust Jubal I know he can get Jack to surrender if it doesn’t get better or were trapped then we will” You pleaded. 

“Fine OA and me will take the back and you all stay at the front if in 10 nothing changes we go in” Nina said. 

“Fine it’s a plan” You said. 

You all got into positions. You were watching the front closely hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later. 

You couldn’t hear much about what they were saying it was closed off in there. You could feel everything they were though. 

Every second they were in there you were second guessing your decision. Was it the best one ? Should you have breached as soon as you got there. Could Jubal really handle this or was it to personal ? 

A couple of minutes which felt like hours had gone by and you knew what had to be done. You looked at Tiff and nodded at her. 

Her hand reached up to her walkie 

“Its a go guys” Tiff said.

It was like a car crash in that moment. You couldn’t look away your eyes were peeled on the scene. 

Just a few moments later Nina and OA went inside and breached it. Taking Jack from Behind and Letting TY run away. He ran straight into Jubal’s arms. It was such a bittersweet moment. 

You decided to hang back and let them have their space. When they broke apart they walked outside and Ty saw you and ran over to you smiling. He braced you in a hug and squeezing you tight. 

You squeezed him tight and kissing the top of his head. 

“I love you I’m so glad your okay” You said.

“I love you to” Ty said back. 

He let go and Jubal came over and embraced you both in a side hug. 

“I don’t think dad’s gonna be okay though” Tyler said laughing 

“You do know he’s never letting you outside the house again your gonna have to wear ankle monitor to” You said laughing back. 

“He’s got his own task squad now” Tyler said making you both laugh so hard you couldn’t catch your breath. 

“Alright seriously guys this is what were doing now” Jubal said smiling but clearly getting a little annoyed. 

“Oh come on we love you” You said pulling him and Ty into a big hug. Jubal wrapped his arms around you both. When you pulled out you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. 

“All seriousness though were so glad your okay don’t ever scare us like that again” You said. 

“I won’t I promise I thought I was doing the right thing” Ty said 

“You absolutely did but next time just tell us and let us handle the big stuff” Jubal said. 

“Yeah I guess so” Ty said. 

“ I know what we can do let’s go get abigail and then we can go for pizza and then what ever you want after you pick” You said .

“I can pick anything” Ty asked 

“Yeah i think we can make it happen” You said.

“Awesome i can think of soo much” Tyler exaggerated as he walked away and over to your car.  

“Great who knows what were in for now” Jubal said. 

“I’m regretting everything” You said laughing. 

Jubal looked at you and his face got all serious. 

“Thank you for everything” He said. 

“I really didn’t do anything” You said. 

“You saved my ass and Ty’s had our backs, I love you” He said.

“I love you more and I always will” You said, you took his hand and kissed it making him laugh. 

“Come on let’s get this over with” Jubal said smiling. 

“Oh you love it stop trying to hide it” You said taking his had and walking to the car. 

You all got in and headed out. You were so grateful everyone was okay considering how much of a turn it could have taken. But you were all here and okay and together and that’s all that matters.

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Stay With Me-4

Masterlist:

Stay with Me-1

Stay with Me-2

Stay with Me-3

Stay with Me-4

Stay With Me-5

Stay With Me-6

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Trigger Warning:

sexual assault/violence, domestic abuse

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“Please tell me she’s fine.” OA asked as soon as he barged through the hospital doors. The lead they had didn’t seem to equate to much of anything, not unless they wanted to go to a list of hundreds and find a crimson red flag among the others. Considering the shop wasn’t always true to its nature. And for now, they were left fishing for other leads, sifting through hours of camera footage to find something. And hearing the news, he couldn’t be anywhere else but here at this moment. 

Because if it were the last, and he wasn’t here, OA would have never forgiven himself for it. Not in a million years.

“OA, you should calm down before I tell you anything.” Terrence said, leading OA to a nearby chair. It was the best Terrence could do before OA before getting down to the details. It was what he always did. “Look before you go accusing this or that, we did everything we could. We’re all family here at this hospital and we would move heaven and earth to make sure (Y/n) would come out alright.”

“Just tell me already, Terrence. I have to know.” OA braced himself for the bad news to come. He found it almost funny since he always thought the roles would be reversed, that it would be him on death’s bed while his friends broke the devastating news to his family...and of course (Y/n).

“(Y/n) had lost a lot of blood by the time she came in. She was loosing more by the second and though we were lucky the bullet didn’t do too much damage. While we were able to stop the bleeding, the damage had already been done and she slipped into a coma. We’re doing what we can for now, the rest all depends on (Y/n).”  

“What are her odds?”

“Well, from a medical perspective, it’s hard to say. The chances are a bit low but we both know (Y/n). We both know how much of a fighter she is, I’m sure you remember that bar fight. She won’t back down ever and if I was placing bets on who could get out of this, it’s (Y/n).”

OA cracked a small smile but honestly, he wasn’t sure what to think. 

“If word changes, you’ll be the first to know. But in the meantime, if you need anything just call.”

“Who is her power of attorney?”

And for once, Terrence grew silence, the smile that he once had faded. OA had a feeling Terrence knew something he didn’t. Something about (Y/n) that she had yet to unpack for him.

“That’s a bit more complicated. Because the last person we have on file, it’s not someone I want to call up.”

“Who is it?”

“(Y/n) always meant to tell you about him, OA. He was a bastard of a man who almost ruined (Y/n)...he almost destroyed her chances at ever being in a relationship. Well to ever be her happy self again, he tore her apart piece by piece until here was almost nothing left.” OA could feel his blood begin to boil even hearing this vague description. Wanting nothing more than to hunt down the man and punch him square in the face for even daring to hurt the kind hearted woman. But he knew it was best saved for another time, when lives weren’t in the balance. “ And then, you came along OA. I wasn’t sure at first about the whole thing but I saw the way (Y/n) looked at you and you looked at her. I saw how you lit up her world every time you stopped by the hospital or when you texted. You showed her that it was alright to open herself up and love again. You showed her how to be happy again. I’m as grateful for you as (Y/n) is.”

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

Her eyes fluttered opened to a scene before her. It was early morning, the sun’s rays flooding through the blinds casting light into the room. There she lied, a smile adorned, as she took in the sight before her: OA sound asleep by her side, soft snores escaping his lips. He looked so peaceful...so handsome and perfect, she could barely even fathom being here. Despite in the sounds of a car going on, nothing really could break this moment. 

(Y/n) reached her hand eye, her thumb tracing his well defined features. Shaping the sculpture of a man that laid before her. 

“How did I get so lucky?” (Y/n) murmured, planting a kiss on his forehead. Only to hear a small chuckle.

“I should be asking the same thing.”

The two giggled before embracing one another, their lips gently meeting as they danced in harmony. Their hearts skipping a beat in unity as they cherished this moment forever. A memory imprinted on their minds, like they framed it up high. They never wanted to leave this room, they never wanted to leave this moment since it was simply perfect.

Her lips curved into a smile as they parted ways but as she opened her eyes, hoping to see OA, they only opened to see him. 

“Hello darling.”

And the heart that once beated so fast, now stopped. A cold chill ran up her spine as panic began to rise. She could feel her trembling hands trying to push him away, trying to get him off her.

“Now, now, we’re just getting started. You’re the one who wanted this after all.”

“N-No. P-Please s-stop.”

“You can’t deny me, darling.”

Goosebumps rose as last night’s leftovers threaten to rise. Feeling her shaking hands bound over her head, feeling as his other hand explored her every inch, she just wanted it to stop. Yet despite her pleas he continued as he pleased.

Just like he had done over and over again. 

It wasn’t always like this. It wasn’t always like this toxic push and pull, there were once happy times. They were both happy once upon a time. Until those darker parts began to show and take over. She tried to leave numerous times but it first began that he promised to stop but when it didn’t, when she was serious this time, things turned ugly. Leaving her trapped in a place she once called home, unable to call for help even if she could.

Only hoping that soon someone would realize that something was wrong...that they would come crashing through that door soon. 

But it never came.

“Stop crying already!” (Y/n) could feel the burning sensation before his hand even made contact with her cheek. Tears streamed steadily down her face as she cried out for help that would never come. “Come on, (Y/n). I can’t be the only who’s trying to make this work. We were happy.”

“Then you changed.”

“I’m...I’m not the bad guy! Stop painting me as one.”

“Stop acting as one. You think the man before me is the man I fell in love with. You think he’s the one I wanted to marry, where I would say ‘I do’ a thousand times over, because he’s not.”

Another hit made her neck twist uncomfortably as sobs escaped her lips. Especially feeling him beginning to push in without a care of what she felt. And if that wasn’t enough, she felt his hands tighten around her neck, squeezing more and more tightly until breath could longer come in.

“This isn’t my fault.”

Feeling her life begin to drain and she so desperately clawed at his arms and face. But it was only grabs to keep on living in this miserable reality. 

If only that would have happened, seeing this was his tactic again and again. And by the time she came to again, he apologize continuously, taking care of her like he did back then.

“(Y/n)!”

Hearing that voice, hope returned as she tried to shout with all her might. But her guardian angel found her with trying, punching her shell of a husband without hesitation while cradling her ever so gently.

“It’s going to be alright. Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. And that bastard won’t ever lay his hands on you again.”

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“So after all these years, she finally needs me again? Funny how things work out, huh?”

OA held his tongue for now but hearing the way he talked about (Y/n), like she was still his...like he belonged to her despite everything. OA wondered how he even managed to get a woman like (Y/n) in the first place. Better yet why he would even think about harming even a hair on her.

“Warren, so help me God, one wrong comment and I’ll beat your ass again. Put your that massive ego aside and do something good for (Y/n). You owe her that much after all the hell you put her through.”

“Hey now, I still love her as much as I ever did.”

“Then prove it. Make the right decision, make sure she survives. Better yet, after she does survive, let her wake up to you finally signing those divorce papers. She deserves to finally be happy, Warren. So make the right decision.”

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Hey everyone! Thanks for the support, I really appreciate it. I wasn’t even sure about posting this story but it’s hard not to seeing the idea just wouldn’t stop running through my head. Anyway, I do try to post as often as I can but I do have another story on this platform and I have other stories on other platforms to keep up with. Not to mention school, work, and other things, I’ll try my best though! Same to replying to others as it depends on when I check here. Anyway I hope you all are doing well and I have a few others to tag for their support:

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Growing up suits you (Spencer Reid x GN!Reader)

Imagine graduating from high school with Spencer Reid and years later working on a case with him.

Word count: 600ish

Look at that, a blurb that actually stayed a blurb.

Warning: smoking (herbal cigarettes) and mentions of teenage drug use

You had driven two hours to the middle of nowhere Georgia because your boss had invited the BAU into your investigation. It wasn't how you wanted to spend the day but you could either complain or catch your serial killer. Not both. You chose the second one, so you drove down from Atlanta to meet the BAU at the site of the newest crime scene in a spree of murders over the past year.

When you stepped out of the SUV you took in the scene.

There were small crowds of people looking in, not so many that it was distracting but enough that the local PD had to have officers keeping the crowd back. You showed your credentials to get in and walked up to who you recognized as SSA Aaron Hotchner, the BAU's unit chief.

"Agent Hotchner" You called out, getting the man's attention.

"Agent L/N" Hotch greeted, shaking you hand and leading you to the where the rest of his team were huddled.

"Guys, this is special agent Y/N L/N from the Atlanta field office" Hotch introduced.

"Agent L/N, these are SSA's Rossi, Morgan, Jerau, Prentiss and Dr. Spe—" Hotch wasn't even able to finish before you cut him off.

"Spencer Reid. Wow, it has been a long time" You said and you saw him searching his brain for where you knew him from before recognition flashed through his eyes.

"Last time I saw you you were much shorter and had just gotten your first breakout" You said and his cheeks flushed.

"I was 12" He said quietly and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry, you two know each other?" Rossi asked and you smirked.

"We graduated high school together" You answered and Morgan looked very curious to ask what you were sure would be very embarrassing questioned before Hotch cleared his throat.

"Agent L/N led the preliminary investigation with the Atlanta field office and will be working with us on this case" He said and you all went back to work.

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You stood on the roof of the local precinct, coat wrapped around you and a cigarette between your index and middle fingers.

"You still smoke" Spencer said as he walked across the flat roof to stand beside you.

"It's herbal, I quit tobacco a couple years ago" You told him and took a puff.

"Herbal cigarettes are actually just as harmful as tobacco products. Even without the tobacco the herbs in the cigarette burn and create tar, carbon monoxide and about 73 other toxins, 40 of which can cause cancer" Reid said and you laughed.

"Right, I'll put this out then" You said, putting out the cigarette on the edge of the roof.

"You didn't have to do that" He said but you shrugged.

"wouldn't wanna expose you to the dangers of secondhand smoking" You joked.

The two of you stood in a somewhat silence for a while. You'd just given the local police your profile and as soon as you finished you'd gone out.

"How's your mom?" You asked.

"She's good. Still back in Las Vegas. How's your brother?" He asked in return.

"He's good. He's in a band touring with some singer, I can't remember who" You said and then silence again.

"So, the team" You said and he flushed.

"I'm sorry about the questions" He said.

"Don't worry about it, they just wanna know more about you. It seems like you all don't tell each other much about your pasts— and you don't have to— they're just curious about you" You said and he nodded.

"High school's not exactly a time I like remembering" Spencer admitted and you nodded. You remembered what he went through. The bullying, the humiliation, you couldn't imagine it. Not that your high school career was particularly pleasant but his was so much worse.

"I understand" You said and smiled, deciding to find a lighter subject.

"But you grew up well, that height suits you" You said and you saw the blush rise to his cheeks.

"Thanks, you uh— you you look really good too" He said.

"We should get in, I can't tell if it's my compliments that are making you that red or the chill" You joked and Spencer was slightly too embarrassed to say anything as he followed you back into the precinct.

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[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

FBI!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

TW: Voyeurism, Dacreaphilia, Degradation,

The drive seemed longer and shorter at the same time. You underwear felt so tight against you. Suddenly he stopped along the road.

"Out." On his command you scrambled out of the car and stood outside. He got out and slowly walked over to you. Due to the sun you were sweating, so your clothes were sticking to you. His eyes raked over you and you felt your clothes grow tighter.

"Unbutton your shirt." You clenched your legs with need and almost tore of the material. He had parked under a tree yet you felt the sweat trickle down your breasts.

"And your shorts." You followed suit till you were left in your underwear. He slowly closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you slipping his hands into your panties.

"So so fucking wet." He moved down and took your panties in his hands bringing it down. He immeadiately latched onto you and drew you to an organism. He pushed you against the side of the car and continued to eat you out.

Over and Over he kept muttering, "...so fucking delicious," intentionally speaking into your clit causing you to shudder even more,"

Your legs giving out after your second one.

The drive to your apartment you were naked.

Yup.

Tears in your eyes at the humiliation, yet you were so turned on. How fucked up were you?

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[1-800-local-slut]

A Goodnights Sleep

Elle Greenaway is my wife, no one can say anything to me about it. Yes I am only on episode 18 of season one of Criminal Minds but if anything bad happens to her in the next 15 seasons I will become an unsub

Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader

Reader is down bad for Elle, and Elle is down bad for her but in a less subtle way

Warnings: a few mentions of throwing up, mentions of Elle dying but nothing happens to her, Elle being a lil grumpy, reader and Elle get called in late at night, takes place in season one episode 15, Unfinished Business. (Also this was a tad bit more self indulgent than all my other works, so the reader wears glasses because I wear glasses), allusions to smut. It's long because she's my gf and deserves the world. Enjoy!

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Just 45 minutes ago, I was fast asleep. Elle in my apartment, cuddled up under the warm covers, the smell of Elle's shampoo aiding my sweet dreams. Then, the moment of peace was destroyed.

It started slow, then the noise seemed to get louder, slowly invading my dreams and shaking me brutally awake. It was like someone was slowly pulling my covers off my body. Like an evil coldness seeping into my bones while I slept. I squinted my eyes open, pushing the my scarf up from my eyes and groaned.

Our phones sat on the nightstand closest to her, both lighting up buzzing loudly against the wood.

"Ellie."

I muttered still under the haze of sleep. In my defense, she was closer to our phones than I was. She laid totally still, chest rising and falling peacefully. The chimes of both of our phones going off at the same time made an ugly noise that ripped through my bedroom and ripped me further from sleep the longer it continued.

"Ellie!" I swatted her perfect ass, and she jumped up a bit.

"Hm?" She hummed in a state of slight alarm.

"Phone." I mumbled.

"What?" With a small stretch she propped herself up on her arms and ran a hand down her sleepy face. Even tired, she still looked perfect.

"Phone. Answer." The order was brief but after a moment, I heard her press the off button on my phone and grab hers. She hissed, the bright light searing her eyes and hit the answer button

"Greenaway." She bit back a yawn, I bit back a curse. Of course it was work. In hindsight, if both of our work phones were ringing it would be work calling but still. Of course.

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After dozing off while brushing my teeth and stabbing myself in the back of the throat, I sat parked outside Elle's apartment waiting for her to come out in her work clothes. I would've laughed at the memory of Elle hopping out the shower, patting me on the back furiously as I gagged. I dropped to my knees, still covered in water from our shower, her still covered in the soap she was rinsing off her body. If only it was a funny thing that happened while getting ready to go to work for the morning.

The dark sky was taunting me, and all I could try to do to keep myself awake was stare off through the windshield and continuously check that I had locked the car doors after Ellie hopped out.

I wanted to be back in my bed, in my mumu and bonnet with my girlfriend. Not on my way to work where I can't be all over her, showering her face (and everywhere else) with kisses because we'll get called into HR for sexual misconduct.

But life isn't perfect in the slightest. Shaken from my pessimistic thoughts by my lady coming back into the car, I sighed. Tossing her bag in the back seat with mine, she pulled her seat belt on and I slipped my crocs back on so I could drive.

"You have everything?" I asked, my voice still rough from the early hour. I hadn't even bothered to put on proper makeup, abandoning my usual lip liner and gloss combo and just putting on a bit of lip gloss and mascara.

"Sadly." She responded gruffly. With a wry smile, I pressed a kiss to her hand leaving a glossy stain on her. She tried to smile back at me but she sighed after a minute and my heart cracked.

As much as she tried not to make it noticeable, Elle had been feeling down lately. About how her life was going, about what career she chose. And the thing about Elle is there's nothing you can do for her unless she wants you to do it.

"Let's just get there and we'll just have to sleep on the plane." It was the best I could do for her. Under the light of the moon, she shut her eyes and let out a fake sob.

"Oh god, don't say 'on the plane', because now I'm scared we'll have to go somewhere." Running her hands just over her face, I held up my large giant mug, and she took a sip from the straw. Her slender fingers tilted the straw to me and I look a sip in response. Placing the cup down, I put the car into reverse and began to back out of the parking lot.

"It's what the go bags are for baby." I grumbled.

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I threw my coat down at my desk, listening to Spencer, Derek and Hotch speak about whoever it is we were called to meet.

Saying I was listening is a lie, I was actually staring at Elle like always. Her long lashes and full lips were basically calling me, saying 'lets run back home before these guys can catch us'. Her eyes met mine and I shot her a wink. A smile that warmed my heart was her response. Sure, the tired bags under my eyes weren't sexy but I wasn't trying to be. I just wanted to be let her know there was someone here for her in all this mess.

Being woken up in the middle of the night due to a murder case wasn't thrilling. In fact, it was really disheartening. To be woken up and instantly reminded how evil the world is always hurts. You can go to bed thinking of how many people you saved, how many people you kept alive, how many people you got justice for. Then you wake up the next morning and you're told there's another one and their worse than the last.

You'll go to bed that night, thinking 'if only I knew about this guy sooner, I could've stopped him sooner, I could've kept these people alive' but you learn how to live with the knowledge you can't save everyone and be grateful that you did save somebody. Elle was different though Every night, she to goes to bed thinking 'there's people out there I should be catching'. As her girlfriend, it's my job to keep her mind off the bad. And if I have to do that by making corny jokes and winking at her when I look half dead then I'll do it until I die.

Slipping behind her I took her hand in mine, just for a few moments. Out of sight of everyone (at Elle's behest of always wanting to look professional. Me personally? I always wanted everyone to know how much I loved my Ellie) I ran a manicured nail over her hand and Elle motioned for me to bend a bit. Crouching down, Elle pressed a soft kiss to my braids.

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Reid read the letter, as I scribbled notes in my notebook, my glasses perched on my nose.

The Keystone Killer had eluded Max Ryan sometime ago, and now he was apparently back. But did it need to be in the middle of the night? I twirled my pen in between my fingers, and bit my lower lip. Everything about this case just made me grumpier and grumpier. A cold case, reactivated, called in the middle of the night, and a man with some abhorrent manners playing SSA. Great.

"He got away?" Morgan asked, sleeves rolled up. Part of me was angry that he just always looked good no matter how tired he was. The other part was really hungry for some reason. Elle's eyes met mine and she blinked at me with a look that said

'Kill me now, I want to go home.'

I shook my head in response and gave her my own look that said 'no can do babe'.

"Would we have woken you up if caught him?" Then silence. My eyebrow shot up and Elle's eyes caught mine and once again we shared a look. The greatest thing about being a lesbian was that women understand each other in a way men can never understand. This was certainly one of those moments.

'Oh??' Elle's eyes basically screamed and I pursed my lips as if to say

'Me personally, I would never take that' and Elle bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. I smiled lightly, glancing back down at my notepad as Gideon cleared his throat.

Eventually, I spaced out (which I honestly shouldn't have, if anyone found out about that I could've gotten yelled at but I got the overall gist) and JJ entered with yet another victim. Carla Bromwell.

"Take a look, see what you can see." JJ announced handing me the paper. I frowned deeply, fixing my glasses and taking an apprehensive sip of my coffee.

My specialties were stalking crimes, crimes of sexual harassment and I had a medical Ph.D under my belt along with a Ph.D of Forensic Science in the works, and a Ph.D in psychology, I was usually the first one to look at a body after police. Still this picture (maybe it was just because I was so sleepy) did nothing for me.

"I'm not seeing anything special. Well other than a bag on her head but there's no abrasions on her neck, there's no bruises on her face or anything suggesting he had to fight her down. I'd have to see her." I sighed miserably, placing the paper back down. I felt last nights dinner coming back up. Dead bodies were nothing new, but I was already in a crappy mood then I had to examine a corpse. It would make any woman's stomach turn.

A soft hand brushed against mine, and I tensed up for a moment. It was Elle. She was never one for affection at work (but once that clock hit 6:00 good luck, keeping her off me) but seeing me stifle vomiting all over the table must've given her a bit of leeway. Leeway I was grateful for.

"I'll meet you all on the plane in 30." Hotch announced, heading to the door leaving us all in his irritated wake. Elle's head lolled back and she kept him lips pursed together to hide her frustration.

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"Bab- sorry," Elle corrected herself, before uttering my name. I was looking around the crime scene, the bright curtains of Carla Bromwell's home blinding me. Cops bumbled around me, and I readjusted my gloves over my hands while Elle, Agent Ryan and Gideon began the examination of the body.

"Can you come take a look at this?" I nodded silently, in truth I was trying to keep my coffee down. Bye no means was this the hardest thing to look at that I've ever seen. Yet something about this case was just...bothering me. Keeping my mouth shut as much as possible was the best course of action.

"No bruising around the wrist, ankles or neck, like you said earlier. There's a lot of blood in this bag though, she got hit with something heavy." Elle pointed out to me. Yet for some reason I just stood there. Staring down at the body, not in shock or disgust but in something else.

Her hair was dark and short, like Elle's and in a weird way she looked like Elle would when she was older. When I stood in silence for a minute, I got some odd looks.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Gideon asked me, while Elle placed a gloved hand on my shoulder. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. I was stuck, every part of my body screaming at me not to throw up all over this dead lady.

"Is she having a stroke?" Agent Ryan asked. If I wasn't currently catatonic and a weird feeling of panic wasn't filling me from my toes to the top of my head I would've politely told him to piss off.

"Baby?" Elle whispered in my ear.

"I'm here." She whispered, taking my hand in hers. She stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder and the other holding my hand. Shutting my eyes, I took a deep breath. Elle was here. She was holding my hand and telling me she was right there. She wasn't some poor dead lady in a bag.

'But she could be.' a small voice in the back of my head nagged.

'You could be standing over her next, examining her body because some bastard got through you and got his hands on her.'

Elle's a big girl, she can handle herself. I'll always be there for Elle. Pushing down the thoughts, I shook my shoulders and opened my eyes. Now to address the meltdown I nearly had.

"My apologizes, I was a bit too deep in thought. The blood slipped out rather narrowly, not from smaller openings created by a large hit. It's one cut, a narrow but deep one." Bending down, I ignored the curdling in my guts. Elle moved her hand, the comforting weight gone.

I glanced over, seeing the opening.

"A swift beat down but not with the murder weapon." I mused.

"A surprise attack, probably." Agent Ryan revealed and Elle placed a hand back on my shoulder. I clasped it, and nodded that I was fine and we could talk about it later.

"The puzzle said, 'No fight',-" Elle began.

"I know what the puzzle said." Ryan interjected. For the second time silence filled the room. I stared at him, a blank look on my face as I thought of something. Anything I could say to this man.

Elle's neck snapped towards him quickly, and if I wanted to vomit anywhere, it was on this guy.

"My partner is entirely competent, thank you." I snapped at him as politely as I could. The nerve! The gal! The balls! The audacity! God forbid women say anything I suppose. Elle nodded slightly and I noticed her swallow. When Elle's ability's were questioned it either hit her and hurt her or hit her and bounced off. This time it hurt her.

Rolling my eyes, I bent a bit, examining the body some more. Then a few more moments passed and Elle made the decision to go look out a rear window, of course to Ryan's disapproval. Then again what wasn't to Ryan's disapproval?

"I'm going to take a look around some of the other rooms." I announced. Truth be entirely told, if I had to stay in here any longer I was going to fight this man. Elle stood by the door, and I couldn't help but notice her perk up when I announced my departure. In truth I wasn't going to examine shit, I was going to go find a nice corner and stand in it, out of everybody's way. I quite literally did my job already.

"Is there another body that needs your inspecting Dr.?" Fighting back the urge to say 'there's about to be,' and then stab him with my pen was a feat I'll forever be proud of.

"I do more than examine bodies, Agent Ryan. As an SSA I have the jurisdiction to involve myself in all facets of examining a crime scene, including but not limited too corpse examination. By all means you are welcome to follow me but there are some things I won't be able to communicate with you as you are no longer an active agent. Do you have any other questions?" With a tight lipped smile, I stood silently. When in doubt, kill them with kindness even when fake.

"No, thank you for your help Doctor." Gideon sighed, running a palm over his face.

"You're welcome, please call me if you need help with anything else." With a nod, I fought off the urge to run out of the room. Elle followed me down the hallway and we both fought off fits of the giggles that appeared whenever we were together.

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After the day we had, Elle and I were now in our hotel room. My hotel room actually. Personally, I didn't care if everyone knew what we were doing in our shared hotel room because we're two grown adults who just so happen to like women. If it were Morgan no one would bat an eye if they knew he was getting freaky in his room. I don't even think anyone on the team would actually care. Still, Elle didn't like the idea of giving any allusion to our private business.

Every mission we go on, Elle goes on a crusade 'no sex while we're chasing a murderer' but then after a few hours she can't keep her hands off me and can't focus on work until I focus on her. It's really just adorable.

I laid on my back, in my bra and Elle sat behind me, my head resting on her stomach so I could watch TV over my boobs. She ran her hand over my bonnet and I glanced up at her, seeing our matching bra sets. The second best part about being a lesbian was that you could have the perfecting matching outfit with your partner every time. Right down to the bra and underwear.

My eyes focused on the episode of South Park playing, and my body felt warm and peaceful for the first time today. From the moment we were dragged out of sleep, I had what could only be described as cold sweats all day. Like when you eat too much of a certain food and it just makes you sick.

Now I was safe. Wrapped in what can only be described as a bundle of love. The hotel room was a pleasing set of warm color tones that made me so happy that I was about to repaint my apartment the exact colors. The TV played in the background of our serene scene, Elle's soft hands never stopped drawing small circles on my skin, and we had the heat on so we could sleep without clothes on. Even better? I ordered room service.

"So do we want to talk about today? You really scared me babe." Elle asked while sliding over so my head was no longer on her stomach. With a soft 'pouf' my head hit the pillow as a new episode started.

Cuddling up next to me, Elle took my hand once more and I wrapped my other arm around her, while sliding up a bit so I could still see the TV. I knew she'd want to talk about it. I'm just glad she waited until I was comfortable and relaxed enough to discuss it.

"I don't want to talk about it, but the right thing to do is discuss it. I panicked today and I'm sorry baby. I just...she looked like you would when you get older. Then I thought 'someone could get her' and I was so scared. I almost puked all over that lady." I shuddered and Elle let out a soft noise.

"You were making your throw up face. I was scared I'd have to run you to the window." Elle traced her fingers over my stomach and I caught her hand, before she could get to my rib cage to try and tickle me.

Glancing down at her with a raised eyebrow I laughed.

"I do not have a throw up face." With weak protest, I grinned. This job took it's tolls on both of us, and I was just happy that I had Elle to help me through mine.

"You do, your eyes get all small and your lips get really dry." She explained, running a thumb over my lips. Thankfully my lips certainly weren't dry now, knowing I just put on some chapstick. Mango flavored just the way I knew she loved.

My voice dropped a bit and I cupped her chin.

"How do you know my lips get dry?" I asked looking deep into her eyes. With a smirk she licked her bottom lip. Gorgeous green eyes looked into my brown ones.

"I'm totally not staring at them." She smiled, bringing her face closer to mine.

"Oh yeah?" I pressed my lips to hers, and tasted her cherry lip balm.

"Mhmm." She hummed, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and cupped my face. I teasingly bit her lower lip and she pushed her body into mine. We pulled apart, after I needed to breath and she followed my lips but I held my head away while we both caught our breaths.

Pressing her forehead to mine, I let out a small giggle.

"I love you. And no one's gonna get their hands on me, I promise. I'm always gonna be here for you, and I'm so thankful that you're always there for me." Ellie promised me and I felt my heart swell. I knew Elle was crazy over me just like I was for her. Yet whenever I hear her say it, it's like waves crashing into me.

"I love you more." I responded, taking her lips in another kiss. Then that kiss turned into two more, then a few more trailing down her body and in between her legs.

And this time, there was nothing that interrupted our peaceful moment, nothing that interrupted our sleep afterwards, and nothing woke us up except our alarms the next morning.

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[holylulusworld]

What you see is what you get

Summary: Your friend needs help. You get more than help.

Pairing: FBI! (Alpha) Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Cassie Robinson, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: angst, catfishing, mentions of nudes, mentions extortion, a/b/o, scenting, flirting, cocky Dean

“That motherfucker.” Your best friend slams her laptop shut and shoves it away. “I-I can’t believe I fell for his good looks.”

“What’s wrong?” You look up from the book you read. “Babe, we wanted to have a girl’s night. But all we did so far is read, and watch boring movies while you were glued to your laptop.”

“I tried to find out more about Jeremy,” Cassie sighs deeply. “I thought he was the one this time. He was funny, smart, and got a big dick.”

“Big dick,” you choke on the wine you drank. “How do you wanna know? Did you exchange nudes? I told you to not send guys nudes online!”

“I didn’t send him nudes.” Cassie doesn’t look you in the eyes, making you suspicious. 

You cock a brow. “Cassie, I need you to be honest with me. Did you send pictures of your coochie to a stranger you never met?" 

“I-no…I mean…it was a boob pic and one of my clothed pussy,” she finally admits. “Now he wants money from me. He threatens to publish the pictures. What do I do now?”

“What does that cockroach want?” You grab the laptop to check on the messages Cassie’s chat partner sent her today. “He wants five thousand bucks? Like hell! You won’t pay him a single buck. We are going to the cops.”

“No—they won’t help me. No one can. It’s my damn fault that I sent the pictures to him. I should’ve known better than trusting a stranger on the internet.”

Cassie looks devasted. Usually, she’s a strong and cocky woman. But right now, she looks like a scared child.

“They will,” you grunt. “I won’t accept any less than that bastard’s head on a silver plate.”

“Hi, uh—we,” Cassie doesn’t know how to start. Your friend doesn’t want to talk about her mistakes. She stares at the officer, ready to just run out of the police station and never look back.

“We need to talk to someone from the cybercrime department,” you size the officer up when he ignores you and waves you off. “Dude, did you even listen.”

“Do I look like an FBI agent?” The officer snaps at you. “If you have a problem with your laptop, look for a repair service.”

“Hey! My friend cat catfished and now that bastard wants five thousand bucks. Last time I checked extortion was still a crime. Now I want to talk to someone more qualified.”

“Miss, can I help you?” You dip your head to look at the new arrivers. Two tall guys in suits. One of them steps closer and shows you his badge. “I’m Agent Winchester, and this is my partner Agent Winchester.”

You snicker. “You are both Agent Winchester?”

He chuckles as you grab his wrist to keep him from putting his badge away. You read the name on the badge, humming as it says Winchester.

“We are brothers,” the other agent explains. “I’m Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean. How can we help you?”

“Do you work for the cyber crime department by any chance?” You ask, still holding Dean’s wrist in a tight grip. “My friend needs help.”

“We will help you and your friend, sweetheart. Our colleague Agent Bradbury is a cybercrime expert. How about we go somewhere more private?”

“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea. The FBI has better things to do than helping me with my problems.” Cassie tries to drag you away. She grabs your arm, but you are glued to the spot.

“You won't pay that sonofabitch a single buck,” Dean smirks at your curse words. He dips his head and looks you up and down.

“Dean…don’t,” Sam warns. “We’ve got a case going on and got no time for distractions.”

“We must help these ladies,” Dean insists. “Call Charlie, we need her here.”

“Fine. But you will explain to Bobby why we didn’t solve the case…”

Half an hour later you sit in one of the offices at the police station.

It’s handy to have a bunch of FBI agents around. Suddenly the cops offered an office to you and even brought you coffee.

"To make a long story short…” Sam clears his throat when his brother is busy staring at you. “You send nudes to that douchebag and now he tries to extort you?”

“Not me. My friend,” you point at Cassie’s laptop. “She chatted with him for months. He seemed to be a nice guy. One thing led to another, and he sent a dick pic or like fifteen. After he begged and pleaded she returned the favor.”

“A classic,” the quirk redhead Sam called finally looks your way. She was busy checking on Cassie’s laptop and didn't even make a sound until now. “That’s how they gaslight you into believing you owe them nudes or shit.”

She drops her eyes back to the monitor, typing away on the keyboard. “Can you help my friend, Agent Bradbury?”

“Aw, sweetie. After I’m done with that little bug, I will clean your hard drive,” Charlie grins when you drop your gaze. She chuckles and goes back to work.

Dean dips his head to whisper in Charlie’s direction. “Hands off. I saw her first. You can hit on her friend.”

While the agents check on Cassie’s laptop, and talk about codes and shit you don’t understand, you lean closer to your friend. “I call dips on the cocky one. You can have one of the others.”

“Hmm… I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on both,” Cassie chuckles. She’s in a better mood now and ready to flirt with Sam and Charlie. “Jeremy’s loss, their win.”

“Gotcha, you bug!” Charlie exclaims. She flashes Cassie a smile, hoping to impress your friend. “I located the IP address and found the bastard extorting you. It’s not a guy, though.”

“What? Damn…” Cassie sighs. "It wasn't his dick on the pictures?"

“Nope," the redhead shrugs. "Do you know a woman named Bela Talbot?” 

Cassie gapes at Charlie. “I heard that name before…I mean…uh…”

“She’s her ex,” you hastily say. “Bela cheated on my friend with some guy. Cassie broke up with her."

"I haven’t heard of her for like three years.”

While Cassie and Charlie talk about her ex, online dating, and how to get her pictures back, you turn your attention back toward Dean.

Placing your hand on Dean’s thigh you purr his name. “So…are you single, taken, or seeing someone, Agent Winchester?”

“He’s single and desperate,” Sam grins. “But be aware. What you see is what you get.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it…” 

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