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“Heels” - Spencer Reid x Reader

Hey, holy shit, I haven’t written serious fanfiction in 3, maybe 4 years? And never for Criminal Minds or as an “x Reader” ship. So like, pardon my inexperience? I’ve just been reading a LOT od Reid x Reader fics and I wanted to write the one that I would’ve wanted to read. If Spencer is wildly out of character then. Yeet.

TW: attempted rape, some major violence, sexual assault

“You know, the BAU has an opening for a new profiler. You might find it fun, Dr. Y/LN,” Dr. Reid commented offhandedly as you exited the courthouse together. A practiced clinical psychologist, you were often being called in as an expert witness on cases. Dr. Reid, as an FBI profiler, was almost always at the courthouse for the same reason. Over the years the two of you had grown from strangers to acquaintances to friends. And, if you allowed yourself to look at him as more than a peer, you found yourself starting to develop feelings outside of the realm of casual friendship. Not that you would ever admit it to yourself, much less to Dr. Reid himself.

“Can the federal government even afford me?” You replied with a snort.

“You work at a public hospital and take contract work from local prisons. I’m sure a pay cut would be out of the question. And high heels aren’t a necessary part of the dress code.”

You let out another snort before leaning down to fish through your purse for a pair of tennis shoes to change into from your professional heels. “I only wear the heels on court days. Plus, I enjoy my job too much to consider leaving it. I can’t just,” you stuck your tongue out while thinking of the right word to use. The word escaped you as you knotted your laces and you sighed. “I can’t leave my patients. It’s not as easy as talking down a crisis situation, shooting a gun, and calling it a day. I actually get to watch these people recover.”

Dr. Reid shrugged and held out a hand for you to stand back up to your full height. You ran a hand through your hair, shaking it out of the neat curls you had worked so painstakingly hard on to look put together for court. Dr. Reid smiled at you as you blew a strand of hair away from your face. You walked together to the nearest coffee shop in a companionable silence.

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“You know, Warden, there are other treatments for mental illness besides intense medication,” The click of your heels reverberated off of the walls of the prison as you walked with the warden of the prison from an annual psych visit at the local maximum security prison. This was an argument you were constantly having with the directors and wardens of the prisons you visited, one that you never won. It was a waste of breath, but you figured you may as well continue emphasizing it. Maybe it would click one of these days.

“Dr. Y/LN, while I appreciate your experience, we don’t like to change the routine here at Elkwood. Now, I would love to take you up on your suggestion, you know that the guys who sign my paycheck won’t go for-“ The two of you froze as a deafening alarm rang out. “Get to the front of the building!” He yelled, pushing you forward down the hallway.

Except, his shove was too forceful and your heels were too high and you landed face first on the tile. When you looked up and over your shoulder, you saw one of the men you had just visited in the psych unit rounding the corner.

In his hand, you noted all too slowly, was the blood soaked ridge of a sharpened toothbrush.

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“It could be a psychotic break? The instigator gets put in solitary one day too many and when he’s let out, he snaps?” Derek suggests, flipping through inmate profiles. Rossi nods absently from the driver’s seat.

“Possibly. But from the preliminary reports, we’re talking about a man who has created his own weapon. That takes time and a desired target. This was premeditated.” Spencer pipes up from the backseat of the FBI van. This case was local, a hostage situation at a federal prison just outside of DC so there was no need for the jet.

“What else do we know so far?” Rossi asks.

“Two dead, one visitor is being held hostage. I won’t know who it is until we can get the visitor sheets or footage. If our subject is capable of killing but has taken this one person hostage, they must be special. I’m thinking it’s a family member. Either his own or someone else’s, maybe to use as leverage.” Spencer looks out the window as they pull into the parking lot of the prison. There’s a familiar car in the visitors parking space, but he can’t place where he’s seen it before. He takes in the bumper stickers as he hops out of the van. A few pro science stickers, including a very familiar “Hail Sagan” sticker, college alumni decals, and a hospital parking pass.

“Hotch,” Spencer calls nervously. “Who’s our hostage?” Deep down he knows it’s you, but until he knows for sure he can deny it.

“A senior clinical psychologist from University Hospital. She was here for a routine check up on the inmates in the psych unit.” Hotch looks down. “Her name is Doctor-”

“Her name is Doctor Y/N Y/LN.” Spencer swallows.

“A friend of yours?” Derek cocks an eyebrow while tightening his bulletproof vest.

Spencer nodded, unable to speak. An acquaintance, a friend, a woman that he admired both for her intellect and sharp personality. A woman that for years he had been trying to convince to come work with him in order to be closer to her. A woman that was now in very real danger.

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“I’m beginning to lose my patience with you, good doctor,” A patient of yours, Noah Pearson, a convicted serial rapist with a rap sheet that spanned for miles dragged his makeshift blade across your cheek. You felt a sting and the warm wetness of blood welling up the surface and you winced.

“Do you think I carry hard pills on me wherever I go? You’ve got the wrong kind of doctor for that,” Your voice was far stronger than you were currently feeling. Noah had you backed into a corner of the hallway, one hand on your shoulder to keep you firmly in place facing the wall and the other reaching over your shoulder to threaten you with his shiv. “Noah, listen to me, I’ve known you since you got here. I know that you suffer from episodes of severe mania. You don’t take the medicine they give you anyway, so why are you doing this?”

A drop of the warden’s freshly spilled blood dropped from the tip of the shiv onto your shoulder and you shuddered. Noah’s grip on your shoulder tightened and he stepped closer, almost completely flush with you. “That’s what I want,” He sighed into your ear. Your hands balled into fists. “I’ve been watching you since I got here, good doctor. You and I both know that I’ve been a good boy since I’ve gotten here, and as a shrink, don’t you know you’re supposed to reward good behavior?” Noah’s tongue slid along the ridge of your ear and you whimpered. Noah misinterpreted this as pleasure rather than the fear it truly was.

“The medicine lowered my sex drive,” Noah’s breath was hot against the skin of your neck. “Was it really medicine for mania, good doctor? Or were you just trying to keep me from wanting you?” The hand that was previously on your shoulder drifted softly down to your lower back. “Or maybe you’re playing a game of eugenics,” his hand grabbed the flesh of your ass tightly and you cringed. “Oh yes doctor, I’ve been reading. I know what you people can do with medicine. But you have no idea what I can do to you.”

In your heart of hearts, you knew that struggling was not only what Noah craved in his victims but would most certainly make the situation worse. You knew that keeping him talking and groping was probably the safest option for you.

However, your sympathetic nervous system was kicking into overdrive, adrenaline building up in your mouth as a scream that you kept locked away behind tightly locked lips. You were shivering, eager to run or twist out of Noah’s grip. He had grown tired of the fabric preventing him from touching your skin. Obviously, he was more adept with women who wore loose skirts rather than suit pants as his wrist was going at your waist band at just the wrong angle. If you weren’t scared shitless, you’d find it pathetic. You wondered briefly if he would be as disgruntled to find that you wore comfortable granny panties rather than the lacy thongs he enjoyed on his victims. Adrenaline pumping, a small giggle escaped your lips at the thought.

“Cunt!” Noah exploded. “What the hell is there to laugh about when you have a knife to your throat?!”

“Not a damn thing.” Another male voice, soothing in its familiarity but new in its sharpness, sounded behind you. “Let her go, Pearson. You’re done having fun.”

Noah spun you around, the shiv pressing sharply against your jugular. “Oh Mr. Reid, is it?” You let out another giggle when you saw Dr. Reid’s mouth twitch with annoyance at being called “mister.” A totally inappropriate reaction, both his and yours. However, after years of being called ‘Mrs’ despite not being married and being an accomplished woman with a PhD, you would have done the same thing in any other situation.

Noah’s grip tightened to a point where you knew you were going to be bruised if you walked out of this situation. “See, Mr. Reid, the good doctor here is crazy like me. Giggling in the face of rape and staring down the barrel of a gun. She may have a good laugh if I just slit her throat,” Noah sliced very slowly against your throat. Things stopped being funny when you felt yourself bleeding.

“Stop!” Doctor Reid screamed.

“You’re right Noah,” You gasped, an idea taking root. “We’re just alike.” You slowly shifted so that you could see him out of the corner of your eye. “I do want you. You’re just my type, so big and intimidating.” Noah blinked, momentarily shocked to the point of loosening his grip on you. You turned to face him, gripping his waist and leaning your hole body to suckle at his neck, hoping that Doctor Reid would understand your point.

A shot rang out and blood splatter joined your own as Doctor Reid took your hint and shot Noah in his unprotected shoulder. You fell to the ground, unable to think, unable to breathe. You knew what you were doing. You knew that you had to give Doctor Reid a clear shot. But you were unprepared for the noise of the gunshot and the shock that came with watching a man be shot beside you. You faintly heard Doctor Reid shout for a medic over the ringing in your ears. He helped you stand and walked you out to an ambulance.

Shock, blood loss, your arm was grazed by Doctor Reid’s bullet as well. Someone wrapped a blanket around you and laid you on a stretcher before you closed your eyes.

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Your head was absolutely pounding. You opened your eyes just a sliver and winced at the sharp white light. Was this the afterlife? White light definitely checked out.

No, you knew this light. You knew this awful rubbing alcohol smell too. The sharp pains in your neck and the inside of your left elbow were new though.

“What-” you managed to rasp, your throat hoarse. You had no idea what you wanted to ask, let alone if there was anyone there to answer.

“Take it easy Y/N.”

Doc-tor R-reid?” You sounded out, unsure of the integrity of your vocal chords. You coughed, hoping it would clear your throat.

“It’s me. It’s Spencer. Relax, you’re in the hospital. Can you open your eyes?” His voice was as soft and certain as ever.

“Too bright.”

“Hold on,” you heard him get up, then a soft click. “Now try.”

You inched your eyes open again, relieved to see that the room was now dark. You blinked a few times and you saw his face, shadowed though it may be, just as right and safe and gentle as always. You smiled. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Can I get you anything?”

“Water?” Spencer grabbed a pale pink pitcher you were used to seeing beside your patients’ beds, further solidifying that you were back at work and not dead. He handed you a cup of water and you drank eagerly.

“Better?”

“Much,” You sighed, your throat feeling closer to normal.

“Well it might make you feel even better to know that my boss was impressed with your work in the prison today,” Spencer’s eyes took on a playful glint.

You groaned. “I’d like to go back to thinking I’m dead now, if you’d be so kind.”

“No really, wasn’t it you who said the BAU only talks down crisis situations, shoots a gun, then walks away?” Spencer was on the verge of laughter, you could hear it in his voice. “Well you got that crisis situation talked down, enabled me to shoot my gun, and then we walked away together. You’re basically my partner now.”

“Are you teasing me? I’m laying in a hospital bed. I was sexually assaulted. I was assaulted assaulted. I have a needle sticking out of my arm and a bandage around my neck. What makes you think this is the appropriate time to gauge my potential career shift?” You were mostly exaggerating, but it chilled you to think about where you were and what happened to you just hours prior.

Spencer quieted immediately. “It’s not appropriate, but I was nervous. I’m laughing about your potential career shift because I’m so glad that you’re still here and okay enough to discuss a potential career shift.” He ran a hand through his messy curls, frowning. “I knew it was you in there as soon as I saw your car in the parking lot. Because that’s just our luck, right? To always show up in the same place at the same time for reasons we both hate.

“But I was so proud of how you reacted. You read Pearson like an open book and you played him. You recognized your own weaknesses and strengths and you used them to stay alive.” The smirk returned. “Almost like a BAU agent.”

You scoffed, but grinned despite yourself. You understood what he meant about being happy to be alive, and after laughing during your own inappropriate moments, you could hardly begrudge him this. “You know Doctor Reid, I was almost touched there for a second.”

“Spencer.” He replied quietly.

“What?”

“You always call me Doctor Reid. Call me Spencer. We’re close enough at this point to be on a first name basis, I think.”

“Spencer then.” You relaxed back into your pillows, your cheeks warming slightly. “Nothing says ‘bonding’ like working together to shoot a serial rapist.”

“Hey, you know what, if you’d been a BAU agent this never would have happened.”

You laughed again. “How so?”

The smirk was back in full force. “You don’t have to wear high heels at the BAU.”

You threw a pillow at him.

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