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glowingspence · 3 years

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44, please? :)

"I am fine" Hotch insists sitting on his bed after he woke up in the middle of the night from a paining wrist and rips. He had taken a beating earlier this day when he went after an unsub.

"You are?" Spencer questions hesitant, looking down on his husband before the man shakes his head and lowers his head. "Do I- do I call an ambulance? What-"

"No it's okay. Why don't you go to Jack's room?" Hotch feels dizzy from the pain, his head pounding and he thinks he might throw up but all he can think about is Spencer's fear of hospitals and medical staff. "I will take care of this."

"Aaron-"

"I am alright, it's okay- I will- I will call them and have them take me. They won't talk to you." Apprehensive Spencer nods and moves out of the room, and Aaron lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding before leaning over to the nightstand to grab his phone to call Jessica. He isn't injured bad enough for an ambulance he thinks but someone pushes him back into a seating position. "Go to Jack, it's okay."

"I'll drive you to the hospital." Spencer insists.

"No"

"Yes, come on." Spencer grabs Aaron shoes, helps him in and helps him out into the corridor where Jack is already waiting.

"Daddy?"

"Your dad got a couple hits from a bad guy, it's gonna be okay. I will drive him to the hopsital, Jessica is gonna pick you up, you can watch TV meanwhile okay?" Spencer suggests, "It's gonna be okay."

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"Don't leave him here." Hotch whispers, "He is to young."

"It's okay Jack, Jessica is gonna be here in not even ten minutes. You can stay here for me right?"

"Yes!" He answers with confidence.

"Good, i love you." Quickly Spencer kisses the boy on the forehead and guides his husband out of the apartment towards the elevator. "Okay?"

"Mmm" Hotch leans against Spencer in the elevator, "No going inside you hear me? You drop me off you drive off."

"Not gonna happen." Spencer whispers and is more than relived when he gets him into the car and buckled up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You are okay" He promises him and hurries around the car to get into the driver's side.

"Didn't know you could drive" Hotch jokes and then coughs, screwing his face in pain.

"I can drive." Spencer states and starts the car pulling onto the road. "You know that. You remember right?"

"Mm" Hotch tries sitting up better, "Just teasing you, angel."

"No sarcasm right now, please!"

"Sorry" Hotch mumbles, his vision blurring when he isn't actively trying to see the road and eventually he slumps against Spencer.

"Aaron don't"

" 'M sorry. I'm tired, Spencer"

"You gotta stay awake, babe" With one hand a little bit rough Spencer shoves him upright again. He can drive, yes, but not well enough to have someone lean on him on top of it. "Aaron?"

"Here, don't drive over the speed limit, stay in your comfort zone." Worried Aaron looks at his husband, "Spencer it's nothing dangerous, it's just pain."

"And it must have a reason-"

"Which could be a broken bone."

"Or internal bleeding, you don't know that because you didn't let yourself get checked out by the medics!" Spencer snaps.

"Well now you know how I feel everytime!" Hotch yells back and immediately regrets it, taking his hand up to his head as the pain shoots down the side of his face, a moan leaving his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean that." He forces out. "You are doing good, just keep driving."

"I- I am not- I am not doing it in purpose"

"I know-" Hotch stops and tries taking a deep breath, "It's okay, I am not mad. This is different. I know."

By the time they arrive Hotch can hardly move, he feels like no matter what he tries there is always a pain, like a strong sharp pinch and there is this pressure on his head and the burning hot pain in his wrist.

"Alright, stay here. Everything is gonna be okay. Call Morgan to be there for you." Hotch brings out and wants to open the door but doesn't even have enough strength to do so, "Gonna go now-"

"I will go in." Spencer stops him, loosening his seatbelt. "Just stay here."

"Thank you." Hotch breathes out in relieve and watches Spencer hurry out of the car and then stop in front of the entrance door, "C'mon baby, you've got this. Please go in." He whispers while Spencer clenches his fists and looks back a couple of times, "please"

With stepping inside, Spencer moves his hands over his ears and walks straight towards the front desk, looking down towards the floor, "My husband needs help." He says and gets ignored by the nurse that is currently on the phone and has not seeing him come in.

In frustration he hits his head a couple of times, he can't stop talking now, he can't stop thinking, he has to tell her that Aaron needs help.

"Sir? Are you okay?" The nurse questions putting the phone down.

"My husband needs help."

"Who is your husband?"

"Who is your husband? Who is your husband? My husband is Aaron Hotchner."

"Is he here in the room?"

"Is he here in the room?" Spencer shakes his head and takes one hand off pointing towards the parking lot. "Car"

"Okay, I will notice my colleagues and they are gonna come and help him alright?" Terrified Spencer nods and moves back from her desk as he can feel the scent of the building starting to burn in his nose and throat, making him feel nauseous and he can feel the blood in his ears and face and he thinks he can hear the bones in his hands scratch together as he presses them onto his ears because this woman is still talking to him. He has told her everything. Aaron needs help. Aaron needs help now. He is hurt.

"Aaron Hotchner?" A male nurse questions knocking at the window to his car and he nods in relieve. "Sir your husband just walked in informing us that you need help, is that correct?"

"Yes, I am an Agent." He mumbles and lets the man help him sit up straight, "I was in a fight earlier today."

"Alright, Agent. We are gonna get you into the hospital." With two nurses they help him into the wheelchair, where he finally can let go of the fear that if he passes out now that they won't be anyone to help him.

He closes his eyes with the moment they pass the entrance area and wakes up when they carry him onto a bed, "You are safe, Agent. You are in good care." They assure him when he for a moment starts fighting them. "You passed out for a second there, we are gonna check your head." He moves his hands over his rips to show them that that is where it hurts the most and when they don't understand he thinks this must be what Spencer feels like when he can't understand him, when he is hurting and tries everything to signal Aaron what it is and then it comes back to his mind. "Agent, you need to lay down."

"Spencer?"

"Who is Spencer?" The nurse who is currently cutting his shirt asks.

"Husband"

"Is he injured too?"

"No" Frustrated he reaches up to his head wanting the goddamn pain to stop. "Autistic - he can't be here. He has- he has-" He just wants to form this goddamn sentence as his vision blurs again. "His phone- go to emergency contacts- Derek Morgan-" He stammers out looking at the nurse. "Please, he- he can- he needs him. He can't handle this."

"Agent, there is a nurse with him. He will be fine."

"No- do what I told you- please. That's what I need. It's more important." He passes out not long after that and wakes up to someone tracing the structure of his face with his finger and stopping, grabbing his face when he tries open his eyes.

"Easy pretty boy." He can hear Morgan and sees Spencer when he opens his eyes.

"Hey" He meant to say it with strength but everything that comes out is a week sound while his voice cracks up.

Spencer is laying on the bed with him, wearing his headphones and he knows he isn't supposed to do this but he reaches up and tugs one back so he can hear him just to not find any words and for Spencer to quickly push them back.

"Hey man it's good to have you back." Morgan gets closer to the bed, his hand now placed on Spencer's back. "You have two broken ribs and a broken wirst but your head is apart from a concussion fine. There is nothing to worry about."

"Jack?" He brings out. "Where is Jack?"

"With Jessica, they are fine."

"Spencer?"

"We had a long night while you enjoyed your beauty sleep getting pushed around the hospital but he will be okay." Morgan looks down on him with a warm smile, reaching up to Spencer's hair. "Now that you woke up, I am gonna take him home."

"Thank you."

"Of course, I am glad you are okay." Hotch takes his eyes of him and looks back to Spencer before reaching up with his non injured hand to Spencer's lips, tapping them ones and the younger man understanding their little sign and leans down kissing Hotch on the mouth.

[Prompt list]

#this was so good to write because I am terrified of hospitals and doctors #tw injury #tw hospital #tw anxiety #hotchreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #i love you prompt list works #my writing #autistic spencer reid

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spencesglasses · 3 years

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sweet creature (spencer reid x f! reader) pt 1

A/N: I did it! I did change the plot a little bit so Spencer does know the reader instead of just meeting her at the BAU. This takes place around season 11/12. Please ignore any grammar or spelling errors hehe. Enjoy! <3

part two

Spencer weaves through the sea of people, heading towards a small coffee shop tucked between two lonely stores. The hustle and bustle of the market square was enough to make Spencer’s need for a serene atmosphere urge him into the cafe. A familiar scent fills his nose when he finally walks in: freshly brewed coffee and muffins straight out of the oven, he concludes.

“Welcome in!” he heard someone call out from the back. “I’ll be with you in a second!”

He nods and claims his spot on the battered leather couch in the nook of the quiet coffee shop. The building was cold, despite the burning heat outside. Which was good, he supposed, he was never really fond of the heat.

“187!”

Spencer puts his attention to the woman in front of him. His eyes were stuck on her, and his thoughts drowned out most of his surroundings. She and Spencer had known each other for a while now, since the day he walked into her shop on an impromptu coffee run. Spencer went in with a frown on his face and left with a number memorised, but Y/N didn't need to know that. And that next Saturday they found themselves on his couch watching movies and cracking jokes through them all. By the end of their first movie, she was asleep so peacefully Spencer did not have the heart to wake her up. So he stayed there with her, throwing a small blanket over her and making a makeshift bed on the floor below her. Y/N left in the morning for her part-time job, a job he found out keeps her afloat when monthly payments come around.

“Hello,” sang Y/N, waving a hand over his face. “Earth to 187.”

For a moment, he feels out of place while the memory of them clings to him. “Huh?” he clears his throat. “Sorry about that.”

Y/N quirks her brow. “It’s alright, Mr. 187,” she pokes his stomach.

“Doctor, actually,” he grinned, shooing her hand away.

She moved away just before Spencer could poke the spot between her brows, and she made her way back behind the register. “Well, doc, you didn’t come here to sit and look pretty. Whatcha want?” Spencer’s face flushes and she watches him shake his head, as if it was a reluctant reply. “Unless you did come here to sit there and look pretty,” she laughs.

His brows furrowed. “What? I was ju-”

“I’m just messing with you,”

His lips curl into a gentle smile. “Oh,” he looks up at the menu. “You choose.”

“Oh, don’t say that, Spence, I’ll give you the most repulsive cup of coffee you’ve ever had.” she said with a smile.

“The most repulsive cup of coffee, but I’d still love it anyway,” he leans forward against the counter between them.

“And why is that, 187?”

“Because you made it,”

Y/N pushes his head away and starts on the ticket. “Such a charmer, Dr. Reid. So tell me, you use that line often, or are you just trying to get free coffee?”

Spencer taps his finger against his chin in a false ponder. “Both, but free coffee always makes my day.”

Her laugh and the smell of freshly brewed coffee are lively compared to the quietness inside the shop. Seeing her move so effortlessly around the kitchen had more of an effect on him than he’d care to admit. She puts a lid on the cup and pulls a pen out of her apron.

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket pulled him out of his thoughts. “I gotta go,” he said. “We just got a case.”

“Just in time, 187, your coffee is ready,” she slides the cup across the counter.

He takes out his wallet and pulls out a few dollars and Y/N shakes her head, “No need,” it was her turn to shoo away his hands. “It’s on me.”

“So I’m taking my charm worked?” he laughed.

Y/N held her hand over her chest and batted her lashes. “Oh, of course,”

“That usually doesn’t-” Spencer’s phone rang.

“You should go,” she checks her watch. “I actually have to go as well.”

Spencer tilts his head at her. “New job,” she continues.

“I can walk you out,”

“I’m sure the FBI needs you much more than I do, and I think-”

He interrupts her. “You paid for my coffee and the least I could do is walk you out.”

She paused for a beat. “Alright then, doc, I need to clean up a bit then clock out and I’ll meet you out front.”

Spencer nods, turning on his heel and walking through the front doors. She stared at the doors closing behind him, then got to work.

“I can do that if you like,” she hears her coworker, Anna, say. “I see you have a special someone waiting for you.” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Oh please, Spence and I are friends,” she rolls her eyes. “Barely that, we meet each other a month ago and the only times I see him, or actually get to have a proper conversation with him, is when he stops by the shop.”

“Spence?” Anna repeats.

She arched one brow. “Yeah?”

“Nicknames already, huh?” Anna faked yawned.

She threw the rag she was using to clean the counters to her friend. “Just shut up and clean,”

Anna chuckled softly. “Have you told him, by the way?”

Y/N’s head snapped up. She did mean to tell him, but she just did never have the chance to. Now, she had two options: tell him now, or surprise him later.

She frowned deeply. “Not yet.”

Y/N hurried to the front and found Spencer leaning against the shop building, fiddling with his watch. The sound of the doors opening alerted him. “Ready?”

She hummed and held out her arm. “Ready.” Spencer linked his arm with hers, and they were on their way. Meanwhile, Y/N had something boiling deep inside her, her thoughts overflowing. Should I tell him now? Of course! This is the last chance you have! It’s not that big of a deal, right? She huffed, digging her nails into her palm.

Spencer’s eyes fall on her, quite literally having to look down at her. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay,”

His voice catches her off guard, and she’s quiet for a moment. This is the perfect opportunity to tell him, Y/N. You’re making a bigger deal than it is. “Don’t profile me, 187,”

“I don’t need to profile you to know something is bothering you,” he separates their arms. “What is it?”

Tell him, Tell him, Tell him. “It’s really nothing,” she said. “I start at my new job today so I’m just nervous,”

This wasn’t a total lie. She was nervous. Who wouldn’t be nervous starting at a new job, especially the one she’s about to have. New people, new surroundings, and traveling every other day. It would be a huge adjustment considering the job she has now. Despite the nervousness, she was excited. She was ready for new and bigger things, things her current job could not give her.

“Hey,” he says softly, halting their movements. “You are-”

“Spence, we both have to go,” she snaps.

Spencer watches her as her feet carry her to her car. She didn’t mean to be so blunt. She knew she should just tell him and get it over with, but she couldn’t help but think about how awkward the interaction would be. She didn’t want to intrude. Dammit, Y/N. Why didn’t you just tell him when you had the chance? You’re making this so difficult! She shakes her head. It’s silly that she’s arguing with herself through her thoughts. “I’ll see you in a bit, Spence,”

He gave her a questioning look but before he can question her, she was off.

What is she hiding, he thinks.

The train to Quantico was brief, but it gave him time to be alone with his thoughts. What was she being so secretive about? And why was she going to ‘see him in a bit’. He knew he was thinking too much into it, but the profiler in him needed answers.

Spencer made it to his floor as soon as he could, realizing he was 30 minutes late. This wouldn’t be the first time he was late, but it was the first time he was late because he was with her. He rushed through the hallways not paying attention to his surroundings into he heard someone call his name, well his nickname.

“Boy wonder!” he halts and sees Penelope Garcia rushing towards him.

“You’re finally here,” she places her hand on his arm. “We have a case,”

“Hotch sent me-”

“And we have a new addition to the team!” she squeals.

Wait. New job. “See you in a bit”. It couldn’t be. Could it? Is this what she was so nervous about? Starting at the BAU? Not just starting at the BAU, joining their team. Being a new member of their tight-knit group. A new member of their family. Don’t think too ahead on this, Spencer, you don’t even know if it’s her yet. Don’t get your hopes up.

“Oh, you will love her! She fits in so perfectly!” Penelope tugs on his wrist, pulling him towards the wide glass doors.

The bullpen is lively. Everyone seemed happier, more joyful than they’ve had been in a while. His eyes roam left and right, trying to find if his conclusion was true. And there she is. Just as he thought. Y/N. Y/N sitting there with Hotch. And Morgan. And Tara. She sits there as if she has always been there, making jokes with everyone and already having a playful banter with Morgan. He knows Penelope was right, as always.

“Spence!” JJ calls. “Come meet newbie,”

Y/N’s and Spencer’s eyes meet, and they knew exactly what they were thinking. She gives him a sheepish smile and says, “Surprise.”

—

A/N: I just remembered that Emily is only in one episode in season 11 so you’ll probably only see her when I write out that episode and when I write season 12.

But anyway, first chapter! How we feelin’?

Feedback is always appreciated <3

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #spence reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader

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reidimagines · 4 years

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Cinnamon and Vanilla

ahh, yes, my fave trop: sunshine and tough exterior relationship. hope you enjoy!

Warning! brief homophobia by the unsub

Summary: Y/n is a baker from around the corner, that happens to be dating Emily. Because if this, she stops by at least once a week with fresh good, if only to see Emily. The team doesn’t know about what they have going on behind closed doors, until a slight inconvenience happens.

“Plans for the weekend?” Derek asked, turning his last file in and grinning at Emily.

“Why are you asking?” She said, preparing her bag.

“You’ve just been happy, maybe a special occasion? A date?”

Emily laughed, shaking her head. “If you count sleeping and drinking wine as a special occasion, yeah.” Derek chuckled, walking back to the office with her.

“Well, I just can’t believe a pretty woman like you isn’t getting attention from men.”

She just rolled her eyes. “Who says I want that?”

“Ohh,” He drawled out with a grin. “Sounds like you got your eyes on someone-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Emily said. “Let’s not do this.” That only made him laugh more.

“Well, who are you texting in the car, who are you calling every evening when we’re on a case?”

“Shut up,” She groaned, moving to her desk. Then, it was as if the sun was shining a bit brighter again, as if everything made a bit more sense. You stepped in.

“Hey!” You were carrying a big bag, and everyone could almost smell the goods inside. “Emily texted you got back, so I brought some goods, figured you could use them.” You flashed Emily a brief smile, a little brighter for her. It didn’t matter, not really. From the moment you’d walked in, she had a large grin on her face, one so bright and loving that it surprised her no one commented on it. That no one noticed.

From the moment you walked in, everyone’s eyes were on you. You had this effect, Emily called it the sunshine effect of Y/n. When you entered the room, you compelled people to look at you, and when they did, they saw beauty, they smelled vanilla and cinnamon. It was all so you, and Emily loved every detail.

“Definitely made my week,” Derek grinned. “Prentiss, you have the most amazing friend in the world.” He said, digging into one of the boxes. If she hadn’t been so focused on you, she wouldn’t have noticed your slight flinch at the words, the way you looked at your hands.

The other members soon came for their piece, too. “You’re a gem,” JJ said.

“We’d make a good duo in the kitchen,” Rossi said, which made you smile like an idiot.

As delicious as it was, Emily couldn’t stand you so close, yet so far. “Hey,” she placed her tart down. “Can we talk?”

You smiled, and every cloud seemed to vanish. “Of course,” you followed her, until you were out of earshot. “I missed you.” You said, then. You reached for her hand, which she squeezed.

“How- how are you?” She managed. “I wish I could have talked to you more, but-“ You wanted to kiss her. You always did, when you were in the office, seeing her after a long while. As much as you understood why she wanted to keep it a secret, you wanted to hug her, and give her a hello kiss.

“It’s okay,” You smiled. “I’m okay. I’d be amazing if you said you’d come over tonight, though.” She took a small step closer.

“Try to keep me away.”

You hummed, inching closer without meaning to. She didn’t stop you. “Why would I wanna do that?”

With a chuckle, her hand moved to your waist. “Can’t wait to get out of here and kiss you.”

“You can do it now,” You said without really thinking. You regretted it as soon as you said it. “I’m sorry, I understand why you don’t-“

“It’s okay,” She said, taking a step back. “It’s frustrating, I know.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but couldn’t.

You gave her a sad smile, before someone called. “Y/n, do you sell these?” Spencer asked, eating one of your newest creations. “They’re… heavenly.”

You chuckled, moving back to the group. “I’ll bring you some more on the next stop,” You grabbed the bag. “I have to go, gotta clean the shop, but save some for Garcia, please.”

“On it!” JJ said, closing the only box that had something left in it. You felt Emily’s eyes burning in your back, until you left the building.

—

“You should thank Y/n,” Rossi said. “That woman is an angel.”

For a moment, Emily wondered if he knew. It wasn’t like she was ashamed, not at all. It just felt… so personal. As if the team would know one thing too many. If he did, he didn’t comment on it, didn’t give her a look.

Emily smiled. “I thank her every time. Don’t know why she does it.”

Rossi raised his eyebrows, if only in surprise. “Isn’t it obvious?” At the lack of an answer, he continued. “She wants to see you as often as she can.”

Emily looked away, realizing that it was true. She was away for work a lot, and evenings were often cut short by Y/n trying new recipies or preparing for the next day. Their time spent together was little, and it was partly her fault. Not because of her job, per say, but because the time spent together in the office never really was together. They were friends, between those walls.

Emily would consider it, telling the team that she was dating you, but would it change anything, she wondered. Would it change the banter, the jokes. She knew that it wouldn’t, not really, but a voice deeper down whispered that it would, at least a little. She wasn’t scared of a lot of things, but this was one thing she’d always been afraid to face; she had to do it a lot of times, and it never got easier.

Forgetting to continue packing, she was pulled from her thoughts by Hotch. “We have a case,” He said. “No need for a go bag, it’s nearby.”

Cases in their own city were always intense, a bit more personal. But, she could still go to your place, although it would be late. And that was a victory in itself.

“Three women have been found dead,” JJ began, once everyone was seated.

“Three? We’re only getting called in now?”

“The MO was different, the only thing that linked them was that they were women. There’s a black woman, a brunette, and a girl with ginger hair.” JJ showed them pictures. “The first victim had light torture marks, was missing for about 24 hours. The unsub kept the next for at least 36.”

“He’s evolving,” Derek said. “Pretty fast, it you ask me.” He noted the increasing torture marks.

She had no idea what time it was, after midnight, for sure. She’d spent another day working at the case, another day where they weren’t sure of what connected the victims, another day they were little closer to finding the unsub.

She came to your apartment, you’d given her the key a little while back, if only to let her come in late without waking you. She half expected you to be asleep, half hoped you wouldn’t be. She found you on the couch, snoozing a bit with a baking competition playing on the television. The apartment smelled amazing, you’d spent the day baking again.

“Hey,” She whispered, carefully trying if it would pull you out your slumber. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled.

“You’re back,” You muttered, scooting over and opening your arms. “And you’re safe.”

Emily smiled, laying on the couch against you, your arms comforting around her. She went in for a soft kiss. “I am,” She said softly, letting you trace her face. “We’re not any closer to catching the unsub, though.”

“You’ll catch him,” You muttered, running your fingers through her hair. “You’re strong and smart, everyone on the team is.” You tried to hide a yawn, still sleepy.

She smiled, because even now, you were comforting and warm. It was like she was swimming in a pool of stardust, tickling in a gentle manner, the feeling of being lost in the unlimited space fading. You were there, her rock.

“Come on,” She muttered. “Let’s get to bed.”

You hummed in agreement, turning the tv off. “I’m really glad you’re here, Emily,” You said with a gentle smile as you entered the bedroom. “You make me feel safe.”

Emily was speechless. She had always noticed you felt safe around in the little things, but to hear you say it…

“How long has it been since you slept?” You asked, opening the covers with a smile, a silent offer. She hadn’t been at your place in a few days, and she looked like she hadn’t slept since then.

“Took a nap yesterday,” She said, grateful for the soft bed.

“You need sleep, babe,” You muttered, wrapping your arm around her, letting her move closer, her back soon against you. “How else will you keep us safe?” You teased lightly. It wasn’t until then that she realized how tired she actually was.

“I have to get up in a few hours,” She sighed, already not looking forward to leaving the warm bed.

“Wake me, I want to eat breakfast with you,” You said softly, pulling her a bit closer. “Please.”

She smiled, eyes beginning to drop close. She knew you’d hate yourself for saying that in the morning, but also knew that you’d love every second of it. “Did you bake breakfast, then?”

“Yeah,” You hummed. “A damn good one.” Emily chuckled, she didn’t doubt it.

—

“Guys, I think I found what they have in common,” Garcia spoke quickly, the sound of her pressing in keys was in the background. “The latest victim had a girlfriend.”

The first thing Emily thought of was you. Oh god, he couldn’t be targeting-

“Let me guess,” Derek said. “So did the other three?”

“No, no,” Garcia said. “But they all had a history of dating women.”

“He’s targeting queer women,” Hotch said. “I think we’re ready to deliver the profile.”

“Hey, Prentiss,” Morgan said, pulling her out of her trance. “You good?”

She could feel the color draining from her face the more the reality set in. “Yeah- I uh, I’ll be right back. I need to make a call.”

She didn’t know if she was supposed to tell you, but she couldn’t not tell you. You were an openly queer woman, it didn’t take much more than a visit to your bakery’s Instagram to find out. She had to warn you, had to ask you to come over. She couldn’t let anything happen to you.

She stood up, if a bit unsteady. She felt the eyes of the team upon her, but no one followed her outside. She hadn’t noticed her hands were trembling. She had to know you were safe, wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t. She dialed your number, and felt a wave of relief wash over her when you answered.

“What a nice surprise,” You mused softly. She could hear all kinds of sounds around you, the bakery was full of life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Y/n,” She was finally able to breathe again. “You’re okay.”

“Yeah,” You sounded confused, and she could just imagine the way your eyebrows were knitted together, how there’d be flour on your face, maybe some chocolate. You’d smell of vanilla and spices, and your hair would be out of your face. Just picturing you made her a bit calmer. “Why wouldn’t I be? Is everything okay?”

Emily quickly shook her head, hoping to clear her thoughts a bit. “I need you to come over,” She said. “Please.”

“Now? It’s the middle of the day, I can’t just leave-”

“He’s targetting queer women, Y/n. Please, I have to know you’re safe.”

She heard you sigh. “Alright, I need to get the cookies out. I’ll close the shop. Be there in thirty.”

Emily closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to keep her calm. It didn’t work as well as she’d hoped. “Text me when you’re ready, I’ll pick you up-”

Despite everything, you chuckled softly. “Baby, it’s a ten minute drive, work the case, okay?”

She nodded to herself, rubbing a hand over her forehead. “Okay,” She muttered. “Yeah. Just… please be safe.”

“I will,” You paused, listening to her hurried breathing. “I love you.”

She smiled at that, her breathing still a bit rushed. “I love you, too.”

After a quick bye, Emily headed back inside, feeling only a little bit better. A part of her knew she was being irrational, at least a bit. They didn’t know where he picked hem up for sure, he hadn’t risked anything during the day, but still… having you near seemed like the best option. The safest.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked when Emily walked back in. She managed a smile.

“Yes,” She took a deep breath, ready to tell why she stormed out. “I had to call Y/n. She’s… not straight. I asked her to come over here, I want to keep an eye-” She was interrupted by Hotch, who called her over. She excused herself, moving to her boss.

“Yeah?”

“There’s another body found. They think it’s Janne.”

“Already?” The unsub was getting bolder, spending less time with each victim. “He only had her for what, a day?”

“He feels that we’re close,” Hotch nodded. “You, Morgan and Rossi should go.”

“I-” Emily wanted to make sure you arrived here safely, but you were right, you had a job to do. “On my way.”

“Prentiss,” He stopped her. “Are you okay? Is there something we should know?” She quickly shook her head.

“Nothing yet.” While walking over to join Rossi and Morgan, she quickly sent you a message: I’m on a crime scene, text me when you arrive.

“You good?” Derek asks, once the three of them are in the car. “You looked kinda freaked out back there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Emily said, putting her phone away and deciding that she had to be okay, so she was. “So, is there any info?”

“They discovered the body not too long ago,” Rossi said. “They have no idea what the cause of death is, the body was pretty damaged.”

“Well, that didn’t change,” Emily muttered. “Did we get the profile to the media?”

“No, not yet, we figured we’d wait until we checked out the crime scene. He’s going faster, so he might slip, showing more.”

Emily nodded, hoping he had. As with any unsub, she just wanted him off the street as fast as she could, but it was a bit more personal than that this time.

Despite the worry, getting lost in her job and train of thoughts was incredibly easy. Emily soon forgot to check her phone, forgot to worry when she didn’t get a text. It wasn’t until they arrived back, that she seemed to remember.

“Hey,” She jogged over to JJ when there was no sign of you or freshly baked cookies. “Where’s Y/n?”

JJ frowned. “She isn’t here. Maybe she went to the police station? Spencer and Hotch are there now.”

Without hesitation, Emily called Spencer, asking if he’d seen you at the station. When his answer was no, she couldn’t breathe. She turned to JJ. “I think Y/n’s been taken.”

“What?” She quickly said, stepping away from her work. “Why do you think that?”

“I asked her to come hours ago, she said she would, and… she fits his type.”

JJ nodded, placing a hand on Emily’s arm, leading her to a chair. “Okay, let’s not jump to conclusions. Let’s check the shop, maybe she got caught up.”

Emily didn’t have the energy to tell her you wouldn’t just not show up without a text, so she nodded, afraid to admit to herself what it meant if you weren’t there. JJ made a quick call, before taking her and Morgan along to your shop.

It was a short drive, but those few minutes hadn’t ever felt as long as they did. When they arrived, Emily knew something was wrong. The lights were out, but the door was unlocked. She could see the slight mess on the counter through the window.

The shop was your pride and joy, you never left it messy, not even for a lunch break. You even cleaned before she greeted Emily. Her breath hitched as she followed her team members in. It was awfully silent, there was no soft music playing in the background, no sounds of ovens, or happy chatter. She went straight to the kitchen. She couldn’t even call the others when she saw what she saw.

The kitchen was a mess, chairs were knocked over, a tray was bent and laying next to a few drops of blood. There was flour, all over the floor. She could see how you were dragged from under the table in the marks. What upset her the most, was the pool of blood. She couldn’t bring herself to look at it.

“Prentiss?” She finally heard, yet couldn’t turn her head, not when she was torturing herself with imagining what went down. “JJ!” Morgan called, stepping into the room.

“She was taken,” Emily whispered, taking a step back. “Is that hers?” She pointed to the blood, knowing Derek couldn’t tell for sure.

“Emily,” He said softly. She backed away some more, into JJ, who wrapped an arm around her for support.

She shook her head. She couldn’t get emotional now, she had to find you. “I’ll call Hotch.” She said, pushing JJ’s arm away and going outside. She couldn’t be inside there, not when it screamed Y/n, not when she swore she could smell your perfume. Not when she knew what took her.

Once outside, she wasted little time, forcing her mindset to change. “Hotch, he took another girl. Y/n Y/l/n.”

He was silent for a short while. She had no idea what was going on in his head, wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Alright, we may have found a lead. Meet us back at the station.”

“Okay, okay,” They could hear Garcia punching the keys with a bit more hurry and power than usual. Or maybe it just seemed that way to Emily.

Everything seemed to be going faster, as if before she knew it, they’d find you tortured, raped, and dead.

“Still six names.”

“Garcia, try looking for someone who’s been arrested or reported for crimes against members of the LGBT+ community and other discrimination crimes.” Spencer said.

She pressed a few keys, letting go of a tight breath. “One. Carl Lafosse, sending you his address right now.”

It was a weird relief to finally have a name on the person doing all this damage, on the person who was doing god knew what to you.

“Let’s go.” Emily said. She was the first out the door, insisting on driving. The drive felt too long, even when they were going as fast as they could without flying off the road. When she finally pulled up near the house, she was worked up and anxious. There was no time for that, though.

“Local police is on their way, we should wait for backup.” Hotch said. “There’s no clear sign she’s-”

“We’re going to wait?” Emily said, unable to keep the spat out of her voice. “We’re going to wait, while that asshole is doing god knows what-” She stopped. “Did you hear that?”

She turned her attention to the house, certain that she’d heard something. Then, it sounded again, a muffled scream, hold back by the walls.

“She’s inside.”

Hotch nodded: “Good enough for me.” He said, glancing at Morgan, who was getting ready to kick the door in.

Emily and Reid went to the left, the others splitting to the right or up the stairs. A chorus of ‘clear’ followed, until Emily heard your voice.

“Please,” Your voice was weak, afraid. “They’re already here, there’s nothing-” You yelped in surprise a soft sob following. Emily nodded at Reid and they turned the corner. The man they saw, Carl, was holding you, a knife pressing into your neck.

Your face was stained with tears, and while she knew she shouldn’t, Emily looked at you.

“Emily,” You said, a voice filled with relief, plead, fear.

“Put the knife down, Carl,” Emily said, having to tear her eyes away. He pulled you closer, a hand on your shoulder, holding you tightly. She saw blood welling from beneath the knife. You whimpered, trying to lean back as fresh tears rolled over your cheeks.

“There’s no need for anyone to get hurt more.” Spencer glanced at you, licking his lips before speaking. “You already ruined her,” He spoke, hoping that part of the profile was correct.

“She’s a sinner,” He said, not faltering. “It’s not right, it shouldn’t be-” He put the knife from your throat just a bit, getting carried away in his homophobic speech.

There was no way she could get a clear shot without risking hurting you.

“Alright,” Emily said, but before she could continue, you’d turned your head, teeth digging into his hand on your shoulder.

He screamed, dropping the knife in surprise. You pulled back, running for Emily as Carl grabbed for you, but Spencer shot him. Emily immediately opened her arms, crossing the few feet of distance and pulling you against her. You buried your face against her shoulder, another sob leaving you.

“Did he hurt you?” Emily asked, holding you close and tight, pressing her chin against your head. She was so angry, watched as medics came in to rush him away. You were with her, she told herself. She could feel your heart beating wildly, but you were alive. That, plus the fact that he would never have freedom again, took just a hint off her anger.

You nodded against her shoulder. “Just my head,” You whispered, your voice hoarse and strained. “I’m really sorry.” You said, pulling away enough to look in her eyes. Tears welled up again. You couldn’t seem to stop them.

“Hey,” She whispered, not loosening her grip on you. How could you even think that? “It’s not your fault,” One hand moved to your face, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of your mouth. “Medics should be outside.”

You nodded, managing a smile. “Do you have a mint?” You leaned against her as she helped you outside, your head was pounding, your midriff sore from the few hits you took.

Emily squeezed your waist softly, not wanting to hurt you. Despite it all, you still managed to cheer her up with a simple joke.“I’ll get you one.”

The team was waiting outside, Carl was already in the ambulance.

“I’ll go with her,” Emily said. You were clinging onto her jacket, but she was clinging to you just as much. She was almost scared to take her eyes off of you.

She held your hand as you were brought in the ambulance, and held your hand the entire way there, speaking softly to you. Despite the pain, and the situation you’d been in, you smiled, and as you did, so did Emily.

You were still alive, maybe a bit damaged, but you were still you, and strong. You’d survive this, and Emily was going to be there for you.

“She has a concussion and a few bruised ribs,” The doctor said. Derek said she only came out because if he didn’t, Emily would have paced a hole in the floor. “She needs a few days of rests, but she can go home in a few hours.”

Emily finally dared to let go of a deep breath of relief, one she had been holding for hours on end. “Thank you,” She said, closing her eyes. She wanted nothing more but to go to you, hold you hand, and tell you you were okay, that she was there. “Can I…” She trailed off, at which the doctor smiled.

“Of course.” Emily rushed in, JJ and Morgan, the only ones who had been able to come to the hospital, followed. She took a seat on the bed, and you grinned as she entered. You looked much better and calmer.

“Finally,” You huffed, faking annoyance pretty badly. “I told her I was feeling fine like ten times before she agreed to stop testing.”

Emily chuckled, taking your hand. Morgan took a seat, and JJ stood at the end of your bed.

“How are you feeling?” JJ asked, pretending not to notice Emily was holding onto you for dear life.

“Freaking great,” You said. “Everything hurts, but I have jello.”

“You were really brave,” Emily said, eyes on only you. She brushed her fingers through your hair. “How did you even think of biting him?”

“Only seemed fair,” You wanted to reach out for Emily, but didn’t dare to. You didn’t know if it was going to hurt, reaching up, or if she’d be comfortable with it.

Morgan seemed to pick up on what was going on, and stood up. “JJ, let’s grab something to drink.”

She raised an eyebrow, but after a few glances, she noticed, smiling along and leaving with him. Once they were out of sight, you tugged her hand lightly.

“Lay with me?” The bed was small, and although a bit uncomfortable for her, she managed.

“I’m sorry,” Emily said, because it was what she had wanted to say ever since she saw you. “I should have come pick you up, I should have noticed you not texting me-”

“Baby,” Your voice was soft, but she stopped talking, waiting for you to continue. “Don’t blame yourself. I might have a concussion, but I know this is anything but your fault. You found me.”

She was afraid to touch you, your skin unusually pale, bruises already forming on your cheek. She leaned over to kiss your nose, the only part she was fairly certain wouldn’t hurt you. You scrunched your nose up a bit, smiling sweetly at her.

“Please tell me you’re spending the next few days at my house. Or I in yours, I don’t care.”

“You won’t leave my sight, that’s a promise,”

“Sounds like a burden,” You moved to take her hand as she moved a bit closer.

“Do your lips hurt?” You raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a whole lot better.

“You know your team will know, right?”

“Did I ask?”

You smiled, wanting to shake you head, but deciding against it. Your brain was shaken enough already. “Kiss them better?”

Despite what you’d been through less than four hours ago, you were already back to smiling and making jokes. She knew that you’d have to deal with it eventually, but she also knew she’d be there. She could be there, always, because she leaned in to kiss you, even though she knew Morgan and JJ were watching them from the window, even though she knew there would be teasing, and her secret would be out. But it was okay, because you were safe and you needed her. And truth be told, she needed you, too.

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Prompt #28 w/ Spencer

I know you didn’t ask for this, but I made it a crossover with Supernatural. It is a little bit longer because of that, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

#28: “Go to Hell.” “Already been but thanks for the invite”

The BAU team had often seen you around cases, and it was soon they made a link. Yet, the wrong one. You saved their ass without them knowing it, and you got arrested. Not that you really cared, you would be free soon.

You were glad when the seemingly youngest one (and cutest one) joined you in the room.

“If I had known I would be interrogated by someone like you,” You began, leaning in with a grin. “I would have dug up my sexy underwear.” You winked.

If he cared, he was good at hiding it. “What were you doing in the crime scene?” His voice was calm, but you knew that wouldn’t be the case for long.

“Last time I checked, it was just a building with more houses.” You leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. “But if you really want to know, I was buying sex toys from an illegal dealer with one eye.”

The agent, Dr. Spencer Reid, blinked a few times. “Right. What were you doing here,” he placed a picture of another crime scene on the table. “About two months ago.”

“Honey, I live nearby.”

“And here.” He placed a few other pictures on the table. “Or here, or here.”

“As far as you know, I am rich and have more houses.” You smirked.

“Can you explain why we can’t find anything under your name? Where is your ID?” He started losing his patience, which was horribly cute.

“I’m not from here.” You leaned back forwards, shamelessly flirting with him. “But for you, I would consider staying another night.”

Dr. Reid stood up, moving to the door. You guessed someone whispered something in his ear. “Bye, Dr. Reid.” You waved after him.

You were alone, but knew every move was followed. You started humming a song, your teasing glare never leaving the ‘mirror’ in front of you.

A darker skinned man came in, and your flirtatious smile crept back on your face.

“Well hello, sexy beast.” You just didn’t know shame anymore.

“We found your car.” even though that was hard to believe, your face fell for a second before you laughed.

“How embarrassing. I haven’t cleaned her in a while.” You smiled. “Sorry you had to see that much dust on a black car. Probably a male pet peeve, am I right.”

You had a black car, but you hoped he would think this was just a trick. However, he didn’t bite.

“Can you tell me what you think we found?” You raised an eyebrow. “It can help you.”

“Sweet cakes,” You leaned back. “You couldn’t have found my car. I’m not stupid.”

“We aren’t, either.”

“In that case, you should know that you can’t hold me without evidence.” You gave him a sympathetic smile. “And I think you have nothing except coincidence. That means I’ll be gone before sundown.”

“We can hold you for 24 hours.” He reminded you.

“Believe me when I say I’ll be home before that ends.” You winked and leaned back.

You were right, an hour later you were on your way out. With a last wink pointed towards Dr. Reid, you glided through the doors. You didn’t hear how they shook their heads, annoyed that they couldn’t prove anything against you.

When you jumped into your car, you were glad they hadn’t found the car. The weapons would be enough to put you in jail.

You hoped it would be a while before you ran into them again, but it wasn’t. You never got what you wished for. You were on a job when the BAU decided to show up.

And of course they had to walk by when you were just about to beak into the crime scene.

You cursed under your breath before you dove into a bush. It was childish, but they almost knew too much. They would figure out that it wasn’t a person who killed the victim, but a spirit.

It was sunset, and you wondered why they weren’t going back. The spirit would soon appear.

“We should do one last check.” An older man said, gesturing for them to go inside. Even though you didn’t really liked them, you didn’t want them dead. You were ready to blow your cover, maybe hold them back, when you realized they were already inside. You rushed to the door, telling them to get out before a crazy spirit came. But the door blew too, and you knew that they were in the hands of the spirit.

You groaned, turning around to go to your car, gathering as many weapons as your bag could carry. They would need some weapons, too. You took some iron knives and extra rock salt.

Breaking the door open would be hard, but you had done it before. You got ready to kick the door open, which surprisingly worked. The door fell closed with a loud bang behind you. You didn’t saw the agents, you started looking for them.

You didn’t make a sound, but they were also silent. You got thrown to the ground by q female figure.

“Cassie?” You saw Agent Prentiss her black hair and smiled.

“You can call me Y/N.” She pushed the woman off and stood up. “It’s not what you think, alright. put down your guns I’m here to save you.”

“Is that why you brought guns?” Agent Morgan said. You rolled your eyes.

“Obviously. You can’t kill it with a regular bullet.” Their guns didn’t lower. “Alright, listen up motherfuckers. You let me do my thing so you can all see daylight again or we all die.”

“We can handle the unsub. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, how do you kill a vengeful spirit?” You placed your hands on your hips. “Tell me.”

“A ghost?”

“I don’t like that word.” You glanced at Dr. Reid. “But if you will, yes. They are real. So are demons. Werewolves. Vamps.” You shrugged. “Besides, I couldn’t kill anyone with my bullets. It’s salt.”

Spencer leaned down to check. “She’s telling the truth.”

“That doesn’t mean there is an actual ghost.” You rolled your eyes and walked to your bag, a gun was pointed at you again.

“So you’re a ghost hunter?”

“Oh please, I hunt more than just ghost. And you better put that gun away, mister.” You pointed towards Derek. “I am here to save your fucking ass.”

He looked extremely annoyed with you. “Why can’t we kick the doors open? What’s going on?”

“Strange ghost power.” You took the salt out of your bag. “Move.”

“What are you doing?” Someone asked.

You sighed. “I can’t explain everything in one night, but here we go. Salt stops spirits.” You kept it short, drawing a big circle.

“There, stay in the circle.” You pushed them in. “Don’t move. I’ll take care of the spirit.” You handed Derek and Emily a shotgun and some salt. “Don’t miss.” You grinned.

“Wait!” Spencer called after you. “How are you going to stop him?”

“There is something in this house that is his connection. I salt and burn it and he’s gone.”

“You can use us, right? I mean, we are profilers after all. It has to be something special to him?”

You got curious and nodded. “Yes, his name is John Greenwall. He has been dead for six years. Killed by an axe, his brother lived here until he died. Now the Ross family is killed.”

“It-It had to be something important to him, right? Like, a book or something?” You wondered why they believed you without seeing the ghost. Then it hit you: This was a distraction. It was too late, the blonde lady had thrown herself onto you. You didn’t want to hit her, but as she was straddling you, you had to kick her off. The other members had drawn their guns, but so had you.

And for once the spirit had a good timing. He appeared to your left, Hotch noticing it first. He shot, but it didn’t matter. You loaded your shotgun and shot, the ghost vanishing.

“Do you believe me now?” You pushed them back towards the circle. “In the circle!” You reloaded your gun.

“Are you willing to help now?”

Spencer seemed to be in deep thought. “I remember reading his brother’s file. A-a painting! He refused to give it away!”

The spirit came back, and before you could shoot, Derek had. You grinned at him.

“A painting. It’s possible. Okay, I do the attic, someone gotta look here.”

JJ raised her hand. “Give me a gun. I will.” And so you left. You only ran into the spirit once. You didn’t find the painting. You ran back downstairs after hearing gunshots. However, you found JJ holding the painting.

“We found it.” She breathed out with a faint smile. You grinned.

“Alright, get back in the circle and make sure he won’t attack me.” You placed the painting in the middle of the room and salt and burned it. You held your breath.

“I hope this worked because otherwise, we have a long night to go.” You were already quite tired.

You tried to open the door, which worked. You sighed in relief. “Alright guys, case solved.” You gathered your weapons and smiled. “It was my pleasure, yet I hope I never run into you again.”

That was a lie. Even though they almost shot you, they hadn’t. That was better than your last friends had done.

Spencer Reid still had questions, and he was the first one to be outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

“So you’re just going to leave?”

“What else am I supposed to do?” You smiled and pushed your bag in your car. “There are other people who need me.”

“You aren’t even going to stay the night?”

“Nope.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “Unless you want me to.”

“Go to hell.” He chuckled.

“Already been but thanks for the invite.” You answered. He didn’t know you were serious.

“What if we run into a ghost again?”

“You know what to do. Salt also helps with demons, remember that.” You plopped down in you and rolled the window down. “If it’s bad enough you’ll see me again. And if that happens,” You smirked. “Then I’ll take you out for dinner.”

You drove off, hoping you’d see them soon again, because then, you and Spencer would have dinner together.

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