#lesley smith-judiment

[babybluebex]

blinding lights [spencer reid smut]

➽ pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader(red / @h-o-m-e-w-a-r-d​ ) ➽ word count: 4.6k ➽ summary: an undercover mission leads enemies red and spencer to sort out their differences.   ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, oral (m!receiving), a little canon fuckery lol ➽ a/n: thank you red for the request! enjoy!

Dr. Spencer Reid and I weren’t the best of friends. I wasn’t sure of the origin, but I think it started when I was called in to take his place while he was in prison. He wasn’t in there for too long, but it was long enough for me to really settle into my place at the BAU as a geographical profiler. When he was released from prison and came back to the BAU, he was no longer the youngest on the team. He wasn’t a baby to them and he wasn’t fragile anymore, and that seemed to bug him. It was classic behavior of a child who got a baby sibling and was sour about the attention the baby got. 

“Spencer, Jesus, listen to me,” I sighed heavily. “You look suspicious as hell. Everyone will instantly know you’re not an innocent.” 

“I’m not ‘suspicious’, Red,” Spencer said with a grimace. “You’re overthinking this.”

“Alright, genius,” I huffed. “When’s the last time someone wore a full suit to a club?”

“We got it a lot in Vegas,” Spencer began. 

“This isn’t Vegas, dipshit,” I told him. “This is Virginia. They’re pretty different places. Let’s redirect to your place, put on jeans and something more casual, and then we’ll be fine.”

Spencer forced out a laugh. “You think I actually own a pair of jeans,” he said. “You’re funny.” 

“Ugh, fine,” I mumbled. “Lose the coat, at least.”

The car rolled to a stop at a red light, and Spencer grumbled as he tugged his jacket off. I knew that he didn’t want to admit that I was right, but his eyebrows became loosened when the jacket was gone. “Gimme the tie,” I said.  “Pop the top… Hmm… Try the top two buttons.” 

“Ya know, Red,” Spencer started with a smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re intentionally trying to undress me.”

“As if I would ever sleep with you,” I scoffed. “C’mon, man, just do it. Trust me here, I’m closer to the target age for these sorta clubs, I know what I’m doing.”

“Is that a jab at my age?” Spencer asked, dramatically pressing his hand to his chest. “I’m hurt, Red, truly.”

“Boo-hoo, unbutton your shirt,” I said quickly. I took his arm in my grasp and rolled a sleeve up a few rotations experimentally, and I nodded in approval at his forearms. 

“And is this based on some statistic?” Spencer asked. “College girls like forearms?” 

“If they belong to a nice-looking guy, sure,” I told him. “It’s the same ‘Victorian men being horny for women’s ankles’ mentality. It’s seeing something that’s not normally exposed.”

Spencer nodded, and he chuckled. It was low and rough against his vocal chords, and he wet his bottom lip. “Did you just call me attractive?” He asked. 

“Oh, shut up,” I groaned. I did the same to his other sleeve, then said, “That’s a little better. You still look…” 

“Old?” Spencer asked. 

“Uncomfortable,” I replied. “Just… Be cool. Please?” 

When we got to the club, Spencer didn’t leave my side. The unsub’s M.O were young women with red hair, hence my being there, and we were pulling a classic maneuver of baiting him to get me. Spencer was right next to me, but I also knew that the rest of the team was around if we needed backup. According to past incidents, the unsub would drug the girl’s drink and take her away under the guise of helping her, and we were prepared for anything bad to happen. 

Spencer helped me onto a barstool, his hand gripping mine. I was much shorter than him, and the seat gave me a few inches more than I would regularly have, and I smiled gently. “What d’ya wanna drink, babe?” Spencer asked, and it pleased me to see just how easily he slipped into his role. 

“Surprise me,” I told him, and Spencer moved in just a bit closer to me. His hand came up and brushed my hair behind my ear, and his lips moved just centimeters away. 

“Two seats down the bar,” Spencer whispered. “Been staring at you since we walked in.” 

I nodded. “Does he seem…?” I began. 

“She seems pretty interested,” Spencer said. “But I can’t tell if it’s because she’s the unsub or not…” 

“She?” I repeated. “I thought we agreed that the unsub was a guy?”

“We figured,” Spencer replied. 

“How often is the unsub in situations like this a woman?” I asked. 

“Are you doubting that I can see who’s watching you?” Spencer asked, narrowing his eyes. “It’s a female-presenting person, Red. If you don’t believe me, look for yourself.” 

“I’m not doubting, Spence,” I mumbled. “Christ, loosen up.” 

Suddenly, Spencer’s hand went to my thigh and he squeezed with surprising force. “Don’t tell me what I should do,” he said. “If you remember, I’m here to protect you.”

The breath left my chest quickly, leaving me rasping out an attempt at a comeback. “Get your hand off of me,” I managed finally. 

“It’s for our covers, babygirl,” Spencer said with a sarcastic smirk. When he smiled at me like that, annoyance usually burned in my stomach. However, at that moment, there was something more. It couldn’t be arousal, could it? 

“Hmm, taking a page out of Derek’s book, are we?” I asked. 

“Let’s get you drunk,” Spencer laughed, squeezing my thigh once more before he removed his hand. “Stay right here, pet.”

“Or what?” I challenged him eagerly. I knew that everything he was saying was in aid of our covers for the night, but a small part of me hoped that it was in earnest. I had acknowledged to Prentiss and Garcia on several occasions that Spencer was, in my opinion, the most attractive member of the team, and Prentiss agreed. Garcia was still loyal to Morgan, though, but it made me feel less like a freak that someone else saw it. His long hair, his curls fluffed out, with facial hair making his cheeks and chin rough, and pretty golden eyelashes with the dark circles around his eyes. He had mentioned once that the darkness around his eyes was a genetic thing, and I hadn’t forgotten that.

Spencer smiled at me and he hooked his thumbs comfortably in his belt loops. “Pray you don’t find out,” he said, and he winked at me before turning in search of a bartender. 

There was a gentle giggle from behind me, and I looked to see a woman a few years older than me, dressed casually and sipping at a fruity cocktail. I chanced a quick look over her shoulder to where Spencer had indicated that the suspicious woman sat, and I found the seat empty. I was sure that the woman was the one Spencer had seen. “You two are cute,” she said. “I wish I had a boyfriend like that.” 

“Oh, he’s not…” I began instinctually, and my words died in my throat. “He’s not usually as much of an asshole as he just was. He hates clubs.”

“Why’s he here then?” she asked. Her hair was a strawberry blonde that shined purple under the lights of the club, and her eyes were large and curious at me. 

“I begged him,” I replied. I fiddled with my jacket, trying to find the wire that Rossi has fitted me with, and I pulled my phone out of an inner pocket as a guise. “He’s a sorta stick-in-the-mud. He’ll probably leave early.” 

“Hey, you,” Spencer said and buried a kiss in my hair, and he said, “You told me to surprise you.” 

I took a sip of the drink, and I smiled at him. It was nothing more than soda, but I said, “How’d you know I liked rum and soda?” 

“I know a lot about you, pet,” Spencer said. “More than you think.” His hand returned to my leg, just a bit higher than before, and his thumb made gentle strokes on the inner skin of my thigh. The stimulation was enough to make my leg twitch, and Spencer gave me an innocuous smile. “Something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied. I turned my body fully towards him, and I made sure to leave my glass just out of my sight. “Okay, I have one request.” 

Spencer sighed. “I’m not gonna dance with you.”

I groaned and slapped my hands on his chest. “Why not?” I cried. “That’s why we’re here, right, babe?” 

“Red,” Spencer said firmly. “Trust me. You don’t want me to dance with you.” 

“Give me one good reason why not,��� I said, tugging at his collar. Two could easily play at the game that he had started, and I intended to win.

Spencer bit his bottom lip, his teeth sinking into the pink flesh, and he said, “Because I’ll probably get hard and have to fuck you raw in the bathroom. We don’t want that, do we?” 

My heart jumped into my throat, and I clenched my jaw. “Jesus, someone might hear you,” I whispered. 

“What would be the harm in that?” Spencer asked. “But you don’t want that.” 

I swallowed hard, and my finger gently stroked the bit of skin just below his collar. “Babe,” I said softly. ‘You have no idea how much that would please me.”

Spencer raised his chin, trying to gauge if I was serious or not, and he said, “How about we skip that dance and go right to the good part?” 

“Fine by me,” I shrugged. Spencer took my hand to assist me down from the barstool, and his arm went tightly around my waist. The bathroom was a single-serve type, and Spencer and I filed in quickly before he shut the door and secured the lock. 

“Okay,” Spencer said, pressing his palms to his legs. “How long should we stay in here?” 

I shrugged. “How long does it take for you to fuck someone raw?” I asked, looking at my watch. I saw a text from Garcia, the one who was monitoring our wires, and it had a simple winky face. I sent her back a middle finger. 

“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “Depends.”

“On?” I asked. 

“I’m not getting into that with you,” Spencer said. 

“Well, you made your bed, Doc,” I said. “Now, lie in it. How long do you take to fuck?” 

“Red, I’m not--” Spencer began, and his hand twitched. My gaze went to where they laid, and I blinked away the sight of the bulge in Spencer’s pants. 

“Jesus Christ,” I huffed. “Are you hard right now?” 

“Can you blame me?” Spencer asked. “It’ll go away, give it a minute.” 

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Well, we have to stay here long enough for the unsub to drug my drink,” I began. “So, take care of… That, and we’ll go from there.” 

“Well, geez, you don’t have to sound so offended,” Spencer said. “This is because of you, brat.” 

“I’m not a brat,” I spat back. 

“Sounds like something a brat would say,” Spencer quipped quickly, and I rolled my eyes. I turned to look at him and found him tugging at his shirt collar. His eyes quickly found mine, and he said, “What? It’s hot.” 

“Not really,” I said. I crossed my arms over my chest, and I said, “You know, sexual arousal raises the body’s temperature by two degrees on average. It’ll give some people the feeling of being in a warm environment even when they’re not.” 

“Stop spouting off statistics,” Spencer snapped. 

“Or what?” I asked. 

“Or you’re gonna be taking care of me,” Spencer said. “Fucking brat.” 

I tilted my head curiously, and I took a few steps toward him. “And what if I want to take care of you?” I asked. “What if that’s all I’ve ever wanted?” 

“You’re getting into dangerous territory here, Red,” Spencer warned me. 

I reached into my jacket and retrieved the wire, and I clicked it off before replacing it into my pocket. Instantly, my watch lit up with a text from Garcia, probably asking why my wire suddenly cut out, but I didn’t care too much. I reached out for Spencer, and I carefully began to unbutton his shirt. I didn’t do it all the way, just enough to get to his own wire, and I said, “Hey, Garcia. Give us maybe ten minutes alone, babe.” With that, I turned his wire off as well, and I smiled up at Spencer. “You’re really cute, Doctor.” 

“Are you actually going to help me?” Spencer asked. “Or are you just gonna tease me?”

I sighed dramatically. “I don’t know,” I said. “While teasing you seems awfully tempting, we’re on a time crunch.” 

Quickly, my hand went to Spencer’s waist and started to undo his belt, and Spencer leaned forward towards me. “Red,” Spencer started. “You really don’t have to do this, ya know?” 

“I know,” I replied. “But, honestly, Spence, I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you.”

Spencer chuckled. “You’re lying to me,” he said. 

“No,” I said plainly. “You walked into the bullpen and everyone swarmed you and was asking you about prison. That’s enough to get any girl hot and bothered, but you smiled at me and I melted.” 

“Good to know,” Spencer said. “So, I just need to smile at you, and you’ll give me a blowjob?” 

“Not always,” I replied. “But right now, yes.”

By now, my hand was fully in his pants, and the heady weight of his cock excited me. He seemed the type of man to have a big cock. I swiped my thumb gently over the soft head and Spencer’s head tilted back as he hissed softly. “Jesus, Red,” He whispered. “It’s been so long since…” 

“Hush, babe,” I whispered. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me anything.” A moment passed where I slowly worked him in my hand, and I cleared my throat. “How long, Spence?” 

“Before prison,” Spencer told me. “Most women don’t wanna fuck a guy who went to prison on murder charges.” 

“What does that say about me?” I asked. 

“We don’t have time for this right now,” Spencer said firmly. “Just suck my dick, please.” 

I smiled. “Gladly, Dr. Reid,” I replied. I moved down onto my knees and worked Spencer’s pants down further to fully expose him to me. I let my hands smooth up his legs to his waist, and I tugged him slightly closer. The smell of him filled my nose and made my mouth water, and I finally put my mouth on him. Even just the feeling of my lips drew a small moan from Spencer, and his fingers tangled in my hair. 

“We don’t have too long,” Spencer mumbled, and I nodded. Spencer’s hand replaced my mouth and he worked his cock in his fist. I watched him eagerly, feeling myself quiver and begin to drip at the sight of him, and I pushed his hand out of the way in favor of wrapping my mouth around the firm head of his cock again. His skin was warm with arousal, and I sent a long lick from the head to where his cock met his body. This earned me a wrecked moan, and Spencer whispered, “Fuck, Red.”

I kept on what I was doing, enjoying the way that Spencer gripped my hair and cussed whenever I did something he liked. He was responsive as hell, often muttering little praises to me, and I loved it. I had imagined something like this, but never could I have imagined how delicious Spencer’s moans were. He had such an ego, maybe from his time in prison, but something as simple as a blowjob seemed to make him dissolve. Eventually, I recognized the little spasms in his thighs and hips, and I pulled myself away from his cock. A string of saliva connected us, and I giggled as I wiped it away. “You almost done?” I asked. 

“Yeah,” Spencer said breathlessly. “Take off your shirt.” 

“Why?” I asked. 

“Just do it,” Spencer huffed. I wasn’t about to argue with him, so I stripped myself of my blouse and I pushed my chest out for him to admire. His hand returned to grip his cock, and he began to stroke himself quickly. He bit his bottom lip harshly, the flush in his neck telling of just how close to orgasm he was, and his hand became faster. “Fuck. Fuck!” 

I barely had time to register that he was coming before I felt his cum land on my warm chest, dripping down in-between my breasts. A small part of me was unhappy that this bra was now stained with Spencer’s cum, but a bigger part didn’t mind too much. Even if the stain didn’t come out, it would be a reminder of the little moment we shared. 

Spencer’s chest heaved as he tried to calm himself down, and he carefully tucked himself back into his pants. I stood up, choosing to ignore the ache in my knees, and I helped him right his hair. His eyes were now heavily-lidded, watching me carefully, and I turned to the  chipped sink. I found a stack of brown paper towels and wet a few with the lukewarm water, and I turned back to Spencer and began to gently pat his cheeks and neck with them. “It’ll cool you down,” I explained gently. “Make you look a little normal.” 

“I’m not worried about that,” Spencer said. “Are you okay?” 

I nodded quickly. “I’m fine, Doc,” I replied. Taking his word, I began to clean myself up, and I threw the soaked and dirty paper towels into the metal bin. He helped me back into my blouse, his hands surprisingly steady as he did my buttons, and I wrestled our wires back onto us, switching them on. My watch showed that Garcia had texted me several times, asking what had happened, and I was sure that Spencer’s phone was in a similar state. 

“We’re alright, Garcia,” I said. “Sorry about that.” Even though I couldn’t hear Garcia, I knew that she was laughing. 

“Oh, God,” Spencer sighed. “Your knees are bruised to shit.” 

I looked down at my legs and found light red bruises already forming, and I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “I don’t care if you don’t.”

“I don’t,” Spencer assured me. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at me, and I laughed. 

“Alright, lover boy,” I said and patted his chest. “Let’s go check on that drink.” 

When we returned, our seats were empty and my drink was still there, the glass sweaty with condensation, and it took one whiff to smell the tell-tale saltiness of rohypnol. I pretended to take a sip of it, and I pulled Spencer close to me. “Twenty minutes,” I said. “Time it.” 

Spencer nodded, and he leaned back against the bar. We examined the place, and I quickly spotted Prentiss and JJ on the far side of the club, acting as normal club-goers. They were dancing to whatever thumping song was playing, and I knew that, even though it was a job, JJ probably loved being away from the kids for a night. “Hey,” I said gently, resting my hand on Spencer’s arm. “Umm… Don’t be a stranger. Ya know?” 

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked. “We see each other every day.” 

“No,” I said. “I mean, like… Don’t… Nevermind.” 

“Oh, was this about…?” Spencer began and gestured to the bathroom. I was glad that he had caught onto what I was saying and reciprocated in a way that avoided Garcia or the rest of the team from explicitly hearing what had happened. I wasn’t ashamed and I doubted that Spencer was, but we knew that everyone would give us endless shit for hooking up while we were in the field. “Red, I would hate for that to affect what we have.” 

“What do we have?” I asked. “You hate me.”

“I pretended to hate you,” Spencer corrected me. “There’s some shit in my past, and I’m sure you’ll find out if you don’t already know, but… I think it’s easier to hide my feelings, because the last girl I had feelings for… Long story short, she framed me for murder.” 

“Oh, shit,” I chuckled. “What a bombshell.”

“You’re telling me,” Spencer said. “But I like you. I’ve liked you for a while, since I met you. But I never thought you’d go for someone like me, so I never tried.” 

“Someone like you?” I repeated. 

“A felon,” Spencer shrugged easily.

“We just had a discussion about this, babe,” I said. “Or did you miss the part where I… Did all that? And you didn’t actually do it, so, as far as I’m concerned, you’re just another government schlub.”

“Oh, that makes me feel better,” Spencer snorted. “So, you’d rather fuck a government schlub than a felon?” I widened my eyes at him, and he bit his bottom lip harshly as he realized what he had said. I watched JJ and Prentiss turn to look at us, and I locked eyes with JJ across the room. She exploded with laughter that I could almost hear from the other side of the loud club, and I huffed. I had forgotten that Garcia wasn’t the only one who could hear what our wires were transmitting. 

“Jesus, what I’m trying to say, Spence,” I started. “Is that I’d still like you, even if you were a real felon. If you were to kill someone, I’m sure you would be justified anyway. Whatever. All this to say… Don’t be a stranger. I’d like for this to happen again.” 

Spencer nodded in agreement. “Me too, Red,” he said softly. “Me too.” 

Spencer signaled the twenty minutes with a gentle pat on my thigh, and I blinked a few times. I had seen the effects of rohypnol before, and I knew how to act; apparently, Spencer knew how to act as well. “Hey, you look really tired,” he noted. “Are you feeling okay?” 

“I’m fine,” I nodded breathlessly. 

Suddenly, JJ began to wave frantically in Spencer’s direction, jumping up and down to get his attention. This was all part of the scheme, separating me from Spencer to allow the unsub to swoop in and “rescue” me. “Oh, woah,” Spencer chuckled. “Hey, I see a girl that I work with over there, do you mind if I go say hi?”

“Go ahead, babe,” I said with a weak smile. “I’ll be here.” 

Spencer landed a quick kiss on my cheek and moved off to join Prentiss and JJ, and a hand touched mine almost immediately. It was the same strawberry blonde from before. “You look really sick,” she stated. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, and it made my stomach turn and my skin crawl. 

“No, no, I’m fine,” I said. “Just… Just hit a wall. Long day at work, ya know?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded quickly. “Maybe we should get you a cab home,” she said. “Does your boyfriend live with you?” 

I cast a gaze towards Spencer, talking to JJ with big, excited gestures, and I shook my head. “No,” I began. “He lives… Up-Uptown.” 

“Let’s get you out of here,” she said, and she slung my arm over her shoulders. I moved with her out of the club, making sure to stumble a few times to help sell the ruse, and I slumped against the brick wall outside. I took a few quick breaths and worked tears to my eyes, and I mumbled “Where’m I?”

“We’re going home,” the girl told me. “You’ve been drugged.”

I looked at her, the sickly-fluorescent light of the streetlamp making her look like something from the uncanny valley, and I saw Spencer approaching us behind her, his gun drawn. The girl reached out to me, taking my arm, and Spencer yelled, “FBI! Hands behind your head!”

The girl turned on her heel to see Spencer and the gun, and she looked around in a panic to see Prentiss at his side, her gun drawn as well. By the time she turned back to me, I had unstrapped my gun from around my thigh and had it focused squarely on her. “Hands behind your head, ma’am,” I told her with a smile. 

“But!” She started. “But you--!”

I took her moment of confusion to sheath my weapon and grab her arms, and I began to cuff her. “I’m an agent with the FBI,” I told her “Special Agent Reid will read you your rights.” 

“I know them,” she spat. 

“Still required,” I said. “Or I can read them to you. I think it would be less embarrassing for you if Agent Reid did it, though.” 

Spencer kept his gun trained on her, and he began to recite her rights. “You have the right to remain silent,” he said. “Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney; if you cannot afford one, one will be assigned to you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?” It wouldn’t have surprised me if Spencer had that puppy memorized before he even stepped foot into a government building. 

As I pushed the suspect into a cop car, JJ came up to me. “Good job, Red,” she said. “I’m impressed.” 

“It was nothing,” I said, shutting the door. “I couldn’t have done it without Spence.”

“Yeah,” JJ chuckled. “Umm… Word of advice for next time… You have to hold the button for three seconds to stop the wire from transmitting.” 

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[babybluebex]

dear gideon [spencer reid]

pairing: spencer reid x fem reader (y/n)

summary: after spencer’s torture, y/n has a lot to figure out about her and her baby’s life. 

word count: 2600+

warnings: season 2 reid (with a little season 5 at the end), mentions of torture, too much cute Baby Reid content

a/n: this is the last part to my new beginnings series! thank you all for joining me on this journey, and i appreciate every single one of you!

I cried for so long that I fell asleep on the couch in Gideon’s office. When I finally woke up, it was by being shaken awake. My eyes fluttered open and I saw JJ in front of me. Her makeup was smudged under her eyes, and my heart dropped. “What happened?” I croaked, my voice rough and broken. “Is he okay?” 

JJ sniffled. “He was drugged several more times,” she whispered. “And he went into a seizure and… And cardiac arrest. We’re not sure, but we think he died--”

I hung my head. I knew it. I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew it to be true. Spencer fit the vic profile for whoever this murderer was and, the moment he fell into his clutches, I knew he was done for. My husband, my best friend…

“--For a little bit. But Tobias was able to resuscitate him.”

I gasped. “H-He’s alive?” I whimpered out. 

“He’s in the hospital,” JJ told me. “He’s got some cuts and bruises and everything, but he’ll be okay.” 

My fingernails dug into my palms as I struggled to breathe, and I whispered, “I wanna see him.” 

“Sweetheart, you really don’t--” JJ began. 

“Please,” I sighed. “I need to see for myself that he’s okay.”

JJ nodded slowly. “Are you okay?” she asked. 

“Yeah,” I mumbled. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” 

“And… them?” JJ asked, and I knew who she was talking about. 

My hand went to my stomach, and I carefully rubbed it. I might have been assuring myself that the baby was still there, because everything else in my life at the moment was so far from normal. “Fine,” I said softly. “They’re fine.”

The car was quiet as we went to the Marine base hospital, where Spencer was put up. Morgan joined us, as intent on making sure that Spencer was alright as I was, and I carefully took his hand. “Thanks,” I whispered. 

“For what?” Morgan asked. 

“You made fun of Spencer when he said that he wanted someone in the room with him,” I said. “On the jet. It made him want to pursue it-- pursue me-- more. All of this is because of you.”

“Aw, I was just razzing the kid,” Morgan sighed. “I didn’t think it would ever go this far.”

“I’m thankful,” I told him. “I wasn’t happy for a long time, and Spence helped me with that. He’s changed my life, and for the better.” 

Morgan nodded, and he said, “Do we know the gender?” 

“I do,” I said. “But Spencer didn’t want to know, so I haven’t been telling anybody.” 

“Can you tell me?” Morgan asked. “The kid has gotta have a relationship with their uncle, right?”

I laughed for the first time. Morgan had a way of cheering me up, no matter what. “Well,” I began. “We had agreed on names for each, and…” I took Morgan’s hand and laid it on my stomach, and I said, “Say hi to Gideon Reid.” 

Morgan’s face lit up, and a smile grew across his face. “His name’s Gideon?” he asked. I nodded, and Morgan smiled even wider. “Does our Gideon know yet?” 

“I haven’t told him,” I said. “You’re the first.”

“Hey, man,” Morgan said softly to my stomach. “How’re you doing?” 

I laughed again, and I put my hand on top of Morgan’s. “Of course, I didn’t tell you this,” I began. “But Spence wanted to ask you to be his godfather.” 

“Oh, God, Spence,” Morgan said. “I’d be honored.” 

We arrived at the hospital soon after, and Morgan squeezed my hand reassuringly. Elle and Gideon were already sitting in the waiting room, and Gideon gestured for me to move closer. “He’s fine,” he told me. “A little confused, but he’s still all with us.” 

I nodded. “Can I see him?” I asked. 

“He’s been asking for you since he woke up,” Gideon said. 

“Umm, Gideon?” I began. “I wanted to tell you that, umm… We’re having a boy, and we’re naming him Gideon.” 

Jason Gideon rarely smiled, but he gave me that warm grin. “That’s an honor, Mrs. Reid,” he told me. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” I said quickly. “You affected both of us in such a big way, and I can never, ever thank you enough.”

Gideon led me to the room that my husband was in, and he carefully creaked the door open. Spencer was sat up in bed, wearing a paper gown with bandages over his arms and a patch of gauze over his bottom lip. He was absently looking out the window, his fingers playing with each other as he thought. “Dr. Reid,” Gideon said. “You have a visitor.”

Spencer turned to look at me, and he said, “Y/N.” He stretched an arm out for me, and my tears came again at the sight of him. I moved to his bedside and quickly hugged him, and he hugged me back with a weak grip. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Me?” I exclaimed. “Spence, you--”

“I know, my love,” Spencer said gently. “But I was never worried about myself. I didn’t know if he had gotten to you two or not, and… The thought of that hurt far more than anything he did to me.”

“That’s not true,” I chuckled lightly. 

“Well,” Spencer began with a weak laugh. “Not entirely. Some of his actions didn’t feel too good, but I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.”

“Spence,” I said softly. “I know you said that you didn’t want to know, but… I feel like, the circumstances being what they are, you should know.” I took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb. “We’re having a boy, Spencer.”

Spencer’s brain was one of the most advanced in the world. He could tear through a handful of books within a day, he could do dizzying math problems in his head, and he could remember everything he’s ever read. It wasn’t often that Dr. Spencer Reid’s brain didn’t work right, but I saw the sparks and grinding gears in his head at that moment. His mouth opened, then closed, floundering for words, and he finally said, “A boy?” 

I laughed softly. “Yes,” I whispered. “A boy, Spencer.” 

“A boy,” Spencer repeated. “A boy. A boy!” He laughed and took my face in his hands, and he kissed my forehead. “We’re having a boy!” 

His excitement was far better than any reaction I could have hoped for. “I asked Morgan to be his godfather,” I said. “I know you mentioned that was something you wanted--”

“What did he say?” Spencer asked quickly. 

“He said yes,” I told him. “He said he would be honored.”

Spencer smiled widely. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “And we’re still going with the name we thought of… Gideon?”

“If you’re still okay with it,” I said. “I think Gideon Reid has a nice ring to it.” 

Spencer nodded. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Just… Thank you.” 

“Nothing to thank me for,” I told him. 

“No, there’s everything to thank you for,” Spencer said. “That sentence doesn’t make much sense, but I do need to thank you. Before I met you, I never thought I’d be the type to get married, to have children, to have the life I do now. You showed me that I could have that, and that I’m worthy of that. I’m a husband now, and I’m a dad, and that’s something that I had always wished for. Thank you, my love.”

THREE YEARS LATER

“Daddy,” Giddy said. “I don’ wanna go.” 

“I know, man,” Spencer said. He ruffled up Giddy’s frizzy hair, a trait that he had inherited, and Spencer added, “But school’s a lot of fun. You’ll make a lot of friends and learn all of this cool stuff, I promise you’ll like it.” 

“And if I don’t?” Giddy asked. 

“You will,” Spencer said with a nod. 

“But if I don’t?” Giddy said.

“Gideon, my love, please,” I said. “I know you’ll like it.”

“Do they have books on dinosaurs?” Giddy asked. His eyes were wide up at Spencer, who chuckled at him. Giddy had always had a special connection with Spencer; the fact that they looked exactly alike didn’t help to quell that. Giddy didn’t just inherit Spencer’s looks, though; he was as smart as his daddy. “Maybe smarter,” Spencer would joke. He could already remember everything he read and most of what he heard, and he was flying through chapter books like I had never seen. Currently, Gideon Aaron Reid was convinced that he would be a paleontologist, and he consumed books about dinosaurs by the bookshelf. 

“Probably not what you’re used to,” I began. “But they might have some books with pictures of dinosaurs. But fourth grade doesn’t usually have picture books.”

“That’s okay,” Giddy said.

We had gotten special permission to walk Giddy to his first day of fourth grade. He had sped through the first three years of elementary school within a year, with kindergarten taking maybe two months for him to excel, and, at this rate, he was on track to be the youngest high school graduate at eleven years old. Giddy held my hand as Spencer walked alongside us, his cane hitting the tiles with every step, and, even though my baby was smart, he was absolute shit at hiding his feelings. I knew that he was scared, and I stopped walking in favor of kneeling down in front of him.  

“Giddy, baby,” I said softly. “I know this is really scary, but I promise that you’ll be just fine. Just be yourself and I know that you’ll do great.”

“What if people don’t like me?” Giddy asked with a small whimper. His hazel eyes were watery, and it broke my heart. 

“Are you kidding?” Spencer asked. He struggled to get to the floor with his wounded knee but, once he was settled, he pushed Giddy’s long hair behind his shoulder. “Who wouldn’t like you? You’re funny and you’re one heck of a dancer, and you’re just an awesome person all around.” 

“But…” Giddy started. “I’m so… Different.” 

“That’s not always a bad thing, baby,” I said. “Your daddy’s different too. And me, and Uncle Derek, and Aunt JJ and Henry, we’re all different. But you still like and love all of us, right?” 

Giddy nodded. He sniffled and wiped his nose on the back of his hand, and I opened my arms for him. He came to me instantly and buried his face in my chest, and I rubbed his back. “Ya know something, baby?” I asked. “I knew you were going to be different as soon as I met you. You were born, and you cried for a little bit, but you stopped. Almost like you realized how irrational it was. I knew that you were going to be the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met, and you’ve proved that to me every single day of your life. So what if you can read a little better than everyone else? That’s what makes you you.”

Giddy sniffled again, and he sucked at his thumb. “Gideon,” Spencer said softly. “What does your name mean?”

“Strong warrior,” Giddy said softly. 

“And Aaron?”

“Enlightened,” Gideon said. 

“What does that mean?” Spencer asked. 

Gideon hiccuped. “Smart,” he whispered. 

“Strong and smart,” Spencer said. “We wouldn’t have given you that name if we didn’t think that you could live up to it. Alright? You belong here as much as every other kid does. They’ll like you. I swear.”

“You promise?” Giddy asked. 

“I do,” Spencer said, and he hooked Giddy’s small pinkie with his. “C’mon, let’s get going,” he said. “We don’t wanna be late.” I helped Spencer stand back up, and Giddy attached himself to Spencer’s pant leg as we finished our walk to his classroom. The door was ajar, quiet childlike chattering emanating from inside, and I carefully knocked before opening the door. 

“Hi there,” I said. “I’m Y/N Reid, Gideon Reid’s mother.”

“Oh, yes!” the teacher exclaimed excitedly. “Class, we have a very special student joining us today! Gideon is three years old and he’ll be joining us for a few weeks!”

The nine year olds in the room were obviously confused, and I urged Giddy into the room. Spencer followed and lingered in the doorway, and I watched my baby march himself up to the front of the classroom. He looked like any normal three year old-- messy hair, wrinkled shirt, mismatched socks-- but when he spoke, he was wise beyond his years. “Hi,” he announced. “My name is Gideon Aaron Reid. I am three years old, and I like dinosaurs and chocolate milk.” Well, maybe he still was a normal three year old underneath the eidetic memory. 

The teacher pulled me and Spencer out into the hall as Giddy continued to introduce himself, and she said, “He’s… Small.” 

“Yes,” Spencer said. “He is three, after all.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t know names,” the teacher said. 

“Oh,” Spencer said. He quickly switched hands to hold his cane, and he offered her his hand to shake. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, and this is my wife, Y/N Reid.”

“A doctor,” the teacher said. “That explains a lot.” 

“Well, I hold three doctorates,” Spencer began. “Mathematics, chemistry, and engineering, and BAs in psychology, sociology, and philosophy.”

“Yes, it’s because of him that Giddy is the way he is,” I chuckled. “He inherited Spencer’s eidetic memory, proving that eidetic memory was both real and genetically related. But, umm… Giddy was born a few weeks early, so he is smaller than most three year olds.” 

“Wow,” the teacher said.

“No, I know, it’s a lot,” I laughed. “Most teachers don’t want to take him because they find he’s too much of a challenge. This means a lot to all of us.”

“No, no, I like a challenge,” the teacher said. “Now, I read somewhere that you work for the FBI, Dr. Reid?” 

“We both do,” Spencer said. “In the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It’s actually how we met. And that also explains this whole thing.” Spencer motioned to the cane, and he sheepishly said, “I was out in the field and got a little banged up. Nothing modern medicine can’t fix.” 

“That’s good,” the teacher said. “I think Gideon will do just fine here.”

“I think so too,” I said. “Um, can I have one last goodbye? This is hard for me.”

“I understand, sweetheart,” the teacher told me. “Let me get him.”

As she went back inside to retrieve Giddy, Spencer put his arm around my waist. “I’m so proud of him,” Spencer said. “I never thought I could love someone so much.”

“I hope you have room for one more,” I said softly. 

“Huh?”

I smiled at my husband. “Spence,” I whispered. “I’m pregnant again.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, and he said, “Wow. Really?” 

“Please react better than last time,” I said quickly, and Spencer laughed. 

“Of course I will,” Spencer said. “Another baby? God! This is exciting!” He hugged me as best as he could with the cane, and I laughed when he kissed my cheek. “God, I love you so much.”

Giddy came bouncing out of the room, and I bent down to hug him again. “Have a good day, bug,” I whispered. “I’m so, so proud of you.” 

“I love you, Mommy,” Giddy said and gave me a quick kiss. “And you too, Daddy.” 

“I hope to hear all about your day,” Spencer said. “Think of one thing I don’t know that you can tell me when I get home tonight.”

“Daddy,” Giddy whined. “You know everything.” 

“I know a lot less than you think I do,” Spencer said. “Give me a kiss, man, you gotta go to class.” Spencer bent at the waist to reach Giddy, and the little boy kissed his father’s cheek. “You blow me away, Gideon,” Spencer said softly. 

“Bye, Daddy,” Giddy said, turning to go back to class. “Bye, Mommy.” 

“Bye, baby,” I said and blew him a kiss. The door slowly closed behind him, and I choked back a sob. “I love you, Gideon Reid.”

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[babybluebex]

revelations

pairing: spencer reid x fem reader (y/n)

summary: rewrite of “revelations”. y/n and spencer have to navigate what happens when their lives are threatened and ultimately taken away.

word count: 2800+

warnings: season 2 reid, drugging, mentions of r*pe

a/n: this one is a little heavy, so sorry about it. the next part will be happier, i swear. pls don’t hate me :(

“We have an unsub,” Gideon began. When we first met nearly three long years ago, I never anticipated that Jason Gideon would give me away to Spencer at our wedding. We had decided to get married spontaneously after work one day, employing Gideon to be our legal witness as we  went to a small courthouse in nearby Montclair to elope. He told me how odd it was now to call me Mrs. Reid, but he said that the title suited me well. “That’s targeting young men.”

“Who doesn’t?” JJ scoffed.  

“Yes, but he’s a bit different,” Gideon said. “He targets young fathers. All of the victims were between the ages of 25 and 30 and had children that were born within three months of their murder. When interviewed, every mother revealed that their babies had been conceived out of wedlock.” 

“What’s that mean?” Spencer asked with a gaze full of curiosity. 

JJ laughed. “Spence, you of all people should know what that is,” she said. 

“Why, because I’m a genius?” Spencer asked with a smirk. “Contrary to what you think, JJ, I don’t know everything.” 

“No,” I replied with a sweet smile. “You should know what that is because Baby was conceived out of wedlock.” I gently patted my swelling tummy, and Spencer’s face flushed with embarrassment. 

“Oh,”  he said. “Noted.” 

“It seems like our unsub has a religious motive,” Gideon said. “Maybe targeting those who live in sin. Hotch, see if you can find anything in the crime scenes that might connect to Christianity in any way.” 

“Why specifically Christianity?” I asked. 

“Most people that are committed of murder and incarcerated in America are Christian,” Spencer began. “There are more documented cases of a crime scene being labeled with words like ‘Satan’ or people saying that God told them to, and other Christian imagery; you hardly see Islamic or Jewish intentions behind killings like this.” 

“So, it’s usually Christians?” I clarified. “But factor in a margin of error--” 

“The margin is small enough to make looking for exclusively Christian material viable,” Spencer replied. He gave me his tight lipped Muppet smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Fine, you out-logiced me,” I sighed. “What’s that, the third time this week?”

“Fourth,” Morgan said with a chuckle. “Five, if you count the coffee jab on Monday.” 

“The doctor said it was fine!” I exclaimed. “Just a little every so often!”

“But statistically--” Spencer began. 

“I love you to pieces,” I sighed. “But if you give me another statistic right now, I will kill you, Dr. Reid.” 

“Fine,” Spencer said. “If you say so, Mrs. Reid.” 

“Garcia’s working on finding a common link other than the obvious,” Gideon said. “Reid, I want you to talk to the mothers again; maybe you might be able to get something out of them that the others haven’t. And Reid… Doctor, start on a geographic profile. Focus on churches of stricter denominations in the area.” With that, we all got up to depart off to our work. 

“How’re you today?” Spencer asked, taking my hand to help me out of my chair. At six months, I had a significant bump that made maneuvering around difficult, and it was no wonder that Gideon assigned me to interview the mothers. I was as certain as he was that I could get some hidden information out of them that Hotch or the non-pregnant Elle just couldn’t. People usually reacted differently to a pregnant woman in normal circumstances as well, so it was a safe bet. 

“Just the normal,” I replied.

“Back ache, headaches,” Spencer began listing off all of my normal symptoms. “Hungry?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I have crackers on my desk.”

“Good ole’ JJ,” Spencer chuckled. “Are you… Are you alright to work on this case?”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ve had to work worse cases.”

“But not when you’re…” Spencer began and struggled for words. “As emotional as you are now.”

“Maybe I can use that to my advantage,” I said. “Not everything has to be a setback, Spence.”

“If you’re really not alright with it, I can talk to Gideon,” Spencer said. 

I gently patted his cheek. “I’m a big girl, my love,” I told him. “I can do it. But I am fine, I promise.”

“Hey there,” I said, entering the cool interrogation room. The young woman’s eyes locked onto my stomach immediately, and her shoulders fell from their defensive position. “My name’s Special Agent Y/N Reid, I just want to ask you a few questions. Is that alright, Mrs. Barder?”

“Miss,” the woman said softly. “Yes, that’s alright.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” I said. “Umm, call me Reid. It’s easier. So, what can you tell me about Travis?”

She sighed. The file said her name was Elizabeth, but I was waiting for her to tell me that. People tended to be more personable when they were under the impression that you knew only what they told you. “He was nice,” she said and shrugged. “A good boyfriend, a good father.” 

I nodded gently. “Explain that to me,” I said. “What constitutes a good father to you?”

Elizabeth shrugged again. I could tell by her body language, the raised shoulders and folded arms, that she was holding back and not allowing herself to become too comfortable with the environment. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I knew that I needed to get whatever information she was withholding out of her. “He helped me as much as he could,” she said finally. “When I was pregnant, he never complained when I flew off the handle, ya know? And he got up in the middle of the night to change Pammy’s diaper, he always let me sleep.”

I smiled. “Pammy’s a nice name,” I said. “And that’s your daughter?”

Elizabeth nodded. “We named her after my mom,” she said softly. Volunteering information that I hadn’t asked for was good. Her walls were coming down, brick by brick. 

“That’s really sweet,” I said. “We don’t know the little one’s gender yet, but, if it’s a boy, we’re naming him Gideon after a close friend.” 

“And if it’s a girl?” Elizabeth asked eagerly. 

“Erin,” I replied. “Another close friend of ours.” 

“That’s really nice,” Elizabeth said. “But, umm, yeah, Trav was good. He volunteered at our church a lot, and it was nice to have all of them behind us.” 

Nowhere in earlier interviews did she mention a church. I nodded and made a small note of it, and I asked, “Was it a big church?”

“Not really,” Elizabeth said. “Big for the backwoods, but not huge. Maybe 100 people altogether.”

“That sounds nice,” I said. “What’s the name of the church for me, please?”

“Mount Zion,” Elizabeth told me. “It’s nondenominational, but Christian.”

“Alright,” I nodded. “And no offense is meant by this question, but I’m required to ask: did your boyfriend ever do anything strange? Like, suspicious with money or hanging out with weird people?” A moment passed, and I added, “If someone asked me that about my husband, I’d freak, so I understand if this question makes you uncomfortable.”

Elizabeth looked at her hands as she thought, and mumbled, “He went out to get drinks a few weeks before he…” she cleared her throat and said, “Ya know, before he… Died. It was a group of them from church just hanging out, but Trav mentioned that a new guy tagged along that was really strange.”

I sat up straighter. “Alright,” I said slowly. “Strange how? Did Travis describe it?”

“He just said that he was really off-putting,” Elizabeth told me. 

“His name?” I asked. “If you don’t know, that’s totally okay.”

“Something with a T,” Elizabeth said. “And the last name was weird too.” I couldn’t blame her for not remembering; if my pregnancy brain was any indication of the years to come, I would be forgetting a lot too. “Toby… Maybe? Toby?”

I wrote down Toby ?. “Okay,” I said. “Did Toby go to the church?”

“He visited,” Elizabeth said. “He was a strange-looking guy. Looked like the guy from Dawson’s Creek, ya know? I would have remembered seeing him before.” A moment passed, and she said “Hankel.”

Toby Hankel. “How certain are you that that’s the name?” I asked. 

“I’m certain it’s Hankel,” Elizabeth said. “But shaky about the Toby part. I know it’s a T name, but it’s not coming to me.”

I nodded. “Right,” I said. “Well, Miss Barder, this has been extremely helpful. I’m gonna give you my phone number in case you can come up with that name or anything else that might help us with the investigation, and you can call day or night. As I’m sure you can gather, I’m always awake.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Thanks,” she said. “Agent Reid, right?”

“Right,” I told her. I gave her one of my business cards and at the last moment noticed that it was one of Spencer’s. It shouldn’t have surprised me; I wore his jacket instead of my own. “Oh, whoops, that’s my husband’s card. I don’t have any of mine on me, but call that cell number and ask for me, and you’ll get me.”

Elizabeth looked at the card. “Dr. Spencer Reid,” she read. “You’re married to a doctor?” 

“Not the useful kind,” I joked. “Mathematics degree, among others. He’s a nerd and a half.” 

“He sounds good,” Elizabeth told me softly. 

I carefully reached out and put a gentle hand on top of hers, and I said, “I know how hard this sucks, but I promise that Travis would be proud of you. You’re being so brave right now.”

Elizabeth sniffled. “Thanks,” she said. “That means a lot.”

Just as I was nodding, the door flew open, and a startled Hotch stood at the door. “Reid, we need you,” he said. “Now.” 

“Yeah, I’m almost finished,” I replied. “I’ll be right there.” 

“No, Y/N,” Hotch said firmly. He always used my last name, never my first. “We need you. Right now.”

“Hold on,” I said back. 

“It’s about Spencer,” Hotch said, and I froze. “We need you now.”

I nodded slowly. “Agent Hotchner, could you show Miss Barder out?” I asked softly. “And, uh, where does the Doc need me?” 

“Garcia’s office,” Hotch said. “Gideon’s already there.” 

I took a deep breath. “Well, uh, sorry to dip out,” I told Elizabeth. “But it was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again.”

My footsteps fell heavy in the hallway as I made my way to Garcia’s office. As I walked, my mind raced, trying to think why Hotch had been so cross with me. Was Spencer in trouble? Hurt? I knew that I was overreacting, but the thought of it made me walk just a bit faster. 

I pushed the door to Garcia’s dark office open, and I moved up next to Gideon. He was watching the computer screens intently, Elle at his side, and Garcia in her chair. Every single screen displayed a single image of my husband bound and gagged to a wooden chair, a small red light blinking every so often on his darkened form. “Gideon,” I whispered in horror. “What is this?” 

“Livestream,” Garcia answered in a hushed tone. “We can’t figure out where it’s coming from, the stream reroutes IP addresses every 30 seconds.”

“And we’re sure it’s live?” I asked. “I didn’t even know Spence had gone out into the field.”

“Neither did any of us,” Gideon told me. Carefully, his arm wrapped around my waist comfortingly, and I let out a single sob. I couldn’t see the video too well, but I saw Spencer sitting there, his head bent down, his hair in his face. His arms were tied roughly to the arms of the chair, missing his shoes, a tear in his shirt. 

“Is he alive?” I whimpered out. 

“Yes,” Gideon told me, and pointed at Spencer’s chest. It was moving, although shallowly, but it gave me hope. 

“Where is he?” I asked. “Who did this to him?”

“Okay, Gideon, she needs to get out of here,” Elle began, but I shook my head. 

“No,” I said, my tears streaming down my face. “I need to stay.” I saw her watch my hand as it covered my belly, and she nodded quietly. 

My eyes were glued to the screen as we all watched Spencer sit there. I couldn’t tell if he was conscious or not, and I couldn’t figure out which was worse. Finally, after standing there for what felt like days, the camera began to shake as someone picked it up. They moved it closer to Spencer and, with the angle change, came a new view. Spencer’s eyes were open, his mouth gulping in air as quickly as he could. His lip was bleeding, the blood pooling in his lap, and he let out a guttural gurgle as the person behind the camera grabbed a fistful of his curls and forced his head back. I watched him sputter out a mouthful of saliva and begin to choke on it, but he recovered quickly. “You think she’s watching?” a voice behind the camera asked. “You think they’re all watching?”

“Don’t you dare talk about my wife,” Spencer said with gritted teeth. A cold flash raced through my body and I tensed up in Gideon’s embrace. Whoever this man was holding Spencer hostage, he knew about me. 

“Oh, she’s your wife?” the man asked. “Where was that title when you got her pregnant?”

“Leave her out of this,” Spencer said, his bottom lip shining with spit and blood. “Whatever issue you have, it’s with me.”

“Haven’t you heard that saying, Doctor?” the man asked. “It takes two to tango?”

Spencer’s eyes finally fell on the camera, and his Adam’s apple throbbed as he struggled to swallow. “Where’s that video going?” he asked.

“To her,” the man said. “So that she can watch.”

Spencer began to breath frantically, his chest heaving, and he whispered, “I’m so sorry.” 

“Anything you have to say to her,” the man said. “You can say to God. No need to be quiet, Doctor.” 

“This has nothing to do with her,” Spencer said quickly. “It’s my fault, it’s my fault.” I saw tears on his cheeks, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “It’s my fucking fault.” 

“Admit your sins to God, boy,” the man told him. 

Spencer’s eyes opened. This time, he looked above him, and he began to weep. I had never seen Spencer cry like that, and it made me sick to my stomach. “I did this to her,” he mumbled. “I came home and I was drunk, and she didn’t-- She didn’t ask for this.” 

I shook my head violently as I bit my finger. He was lying. Why would he lie? 

“Y/N?” Elle whispered. “Is that true?”

“No,” I said quickly. “He never has and he never would.”

“So why’d he say it?” Elle asked. “To let his torturer hear what he wants to?”

I watched the screen for a few seconds more before whispering, “To send us a message.”

“You know what I think, Doctor?” the man asked, and the camera steadied as he put it down. “I think you’re a lying degenerate.” There was the sound of clinking glass, and Spencer took a deep breath. 

“Why would I lie about raping my wife?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“To save her,” the man said. “If you sinned, that’s one thing. If she did, I would have to find her too. And your child--”

“Don’t fucking talk about my child!” Spencer yelled. I had never heard him so frantic and angry. 

“Far too hostile,” the man said, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Maybe this’ll calm you down.” Behind the camera, the sound of leather against cloth sounded, and Spencer began to thrash in his seat. 

“Please don’t,” he whimpered, all of his anger gone. “Please, I--” Before he could get any more words out, the man moved in front of the camera and began to secure a belt around the top of Spencer’s arm. I saw a light gleam off of a thin hypodermic needle, and I watched as the man sank the needle into Spencer’s arm and administered a drug to him. 

I rushed out of the office and collapsed on the floor. I felt sick and dizzy, and I didn’t even want to try to go back to the real world. My Spencer was being beaten and tortured, and we were no closer to finding him than before. It was enough to make me scream, and I did. Gideon was next to me in a second, putting his jacket around my shoulders and trying to help me up, but my legs were too weak to carry me. Gideon swiftly pulled me up into his embrace and carried me to his office, where it was quiet and cold. I curled up on his couch and cried, sobbing and choking and praying to a God that I didn’t believe in that Spencer would be okay. And if okay meant that he died to stop his suffering, then so be it.

#mgg #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #reid #criminal minds #raymond #southern gothic #paul #500 days of summer #chip #68 kill #lesley smith-judiment #hot air #american actor #fanfic #mine

[babybluebex]

daisy pt.2 [spencer reid]

pairing: spencer reid x fem reader (y/n)

summary: part 2 to daisy, partial rewrite of “someone’s watching” 

word count: 2400+

warnings: season 1 reid, baby’s a dickhead but we forgive him, pregnancy tw

a/n: i’m gonna keep writing this series for a while, so buckle up. i hope you all like it! thanks for the support on the past parts, it means a lot. maybe a lesley smith-judiment thing in the future? 

When I woke up, I felt off. Maybe “icky” was the right word, but I wasn’t sure. It was a feeling that I wasn’t familiar with, and I didn’t know if I liked it or not. I couldn’t pinpoint any specific reason I felt weird; it was more of an overall feeling. 

Spencer was already awake, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I rubbed my head with exhaustion, and Spencer smiled when he saw me. “Hey there,” he said softly, moving the newspaper to the side. He liked starting the day off by talking to me, and I usually sat in his lap for that conversation. He woke up much earlier and much quicker than I did, so I took the time to wake up. “You slept pretty good.” 

“You could say that,” I chuckled, my voice rough. “You?”

Spencer shrugged. “Nightmare,” he said nonchalantly. “Nothing unusual.”

“Aw, love,” I mumbled. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” 

“You were sleeping so well,” Spencer told me. “You obviously needed it.” His eyes were shining as he looked at me, and I pushed my hair behind my ear. 

“But that’s why I’m dating you,” I sighed. “Remember? This only started so that you would have someone to wake up to when you had nightmares.”

“I thought this started because you hated sleeping alone,” Spencer stated, quirking an eyebrow. I knew he was right, but I still waved my hand dismissively. 

“Whatever,” I said. “But you still need to wake me up when you have a bad dream. Please?”

Spencer sighed dramatically. “Fine,” he said. “If you say so.”

“I do say so,” I told him and kissed the tip of his nose. “C’mon, we’ve got a long day.” 

Spencer and I got ready hastily, and, when we got to the police precinct for Los Angeles county, I was blown away by the sheer size of it. It was nearly as big as our building back at Quantico, and we served the entire country; this was one county’s police department. Spencer must have seen how surprised I was, because he locked his pinky with mine. “Los Angeles county is home to about 10 million people on average,” Spencer told me. “The county itself incorporates 88 cities, each with its own police precinct. This one oversees the whole of the department.” 

“How many people work here?” I asked, because I knew that Spencer would know. 

“About 12 thousand,” Spencer answered. “My lecture is to about 100 people, at least one representative from every city in the county.”

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

Spencer shrugged. “A little,” he said, but I knew him too well. A ‘little’ nervous for Spencer was a ‘lot’ nervous for everyone else. I might even go as far as to say that he was scared. I could see it in his eyes. 

“You’ll be great, Dr. Reid,” I told him. “I know you will.”

“Would you mind sitting in?” Spencer asked. “Just in the back, so I have a familiar face.” 

“Oh, babe,” I mumbled. “I have work to do. I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise anything.” 

“The promise is enough for me,” Spencer told me. 

We were separated almost as soon as we entered the building, and I met up with JJ. She had had a lecture the day before on a new network that the LAPD would be using, and she had stayed behind to stay in a place that wasn’t Virginia for a while. “Hey, JJ,” I started. “Do I seem… Different to you?”

“What d’ya mean?” She asked. 

“Just, I don’t know,” I said. “I feel weird today. Just making sure I didn’t look off or anything.” 

“Weird how?” JJ asked. 

I shrugged. “Like…” I began, struggling to find words to articulate how I felt. “Kinda nauseous. Not like I’m gonna throw up right now, but it’s sorta lingering in the back of my throat. And I feel heavy; like, really, really bloated. I didn’t eat breakfast because I didn’t want to feel even worse. Do you think I have the flu or something?”

JJ smiled at me and gently laid her hand on my arm. “Y/N,” she said. “I felt like that a lot too. It’ll pass; it’s still early.”

My brain didn’t quite comprehend what JJ had said. “I’m sorry, what?” I said, blinking quickly. 

“I recommend crackers,” JJ told me. “It’s the only thing I could keep down the first and second trimesters.”

“What?” I yelped. “JJ, I’m not pregnant!” 

“Are you sure?” JJ asked. “When was your last period?”

“I have an implant, I don’t get periods anymore,” I explained. “Like, I get spotting sometimes, but that hasn’t happened for a few months.”

“When was the last time you and Spence had sex?” JJ asked. 

I clenched my jaw. “Last night,” I answered. “Before we went to that art exhibit with Gideon.” 

“Did you use protection?” JJ asked. 

“I’m not a child, JJ,” I said. “I would know if I was pregnant. Anyway, don’t you think Spencer of all people would know before any of us?” 

“Sometimes his judgment is a little clouded with you,” JJ said slowly. “He doesn’t always see things. But, Y/N, what you’re describing to me is a textbook case of morning sickness. And you haven’t thrown up?”

“No,” I whispered. “JJ, holy shit. Am I…? Could I be…? Fuck!”

JJ turned to where her purse sat behind her, and she dug around in it for a moment before passing me a wad of bills. “There’s a drugstore about a block from here,” she told me. “While Spence is in his lecture, go down there and get a test.”

“I told him I’d sit in on the lecture,” I protested, but I held onto the money all the same. 

“It won’t take long, sweetheart,” JJ said. “I know you’re nervous, but knowing sooner is better than not knowing at all.” 

I nodded in agreement. I stuffed the money into the pocket of my jacket and swallowed thickly, and I went in search of my fiance. After asking Morgan about his whereabouts, I quickly found him sitting in a quiet corner, reading and chewing at pretzels. It didn’t surprise me that he somehow had located a snack machine. “Hey, babe,” I sighed. “I, uh… I’m wrapped up in something right now, and I’m not sure I’ll make the lecture.”

“Really?” Spencer asked, closing his book. “What’s going on?”

“Umm…” I began. It didn’t feel fair to keep this suspicion from Spencer, since, if I was pregnant, it was as much his child as mine, so I took a deep breath. “Don’t freak out yet, because I don’t know for sure,” I started. “But JJ just told me that I might be… And I’m gonna go get a test to be sure, but--”

“Y/N,” Spencer said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Slow down. I’m not following.”

Boy, was that a first. I bit my bottom lip and my eyebrows knitted together, and I said, “Spence, I think I’m pregnant.” 

The air was full of energy between us as Spencer digested the words I had said. His eyes fell to his book, then back to me, and he took a deep breath. He looked like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. “I…” he started and cleared his throat. “I have to go.”

“Spencer!” I exclaimed. “Did you not hear what I said?”

“I have to go,” Spencer repeated, pulling his bag over his shoulder. “We’ll… We’ll talk later.” After a moment of obvious hesitation, he kissed my hair, and he left as quickly as I had arrived. Tears welled up in my eyes and a hot anger rushed to my neck, and I sat down heavily in the same chair that Spencer had abandoned. I wasn’t sure how Spencer would react to that, but leaving me with no explanation wasn’t one of the options that I had anticipated. My heart beat painfully slowly as my hands flexed and opened, trying to make sense of his reaction. I thought he would be happy. Did I have it all wrong? Had I missed some crucial part of him that should have keyed me into the fact that he didn’t want kids? 

I didn’t get to ponder for much longer, because Gideon turned the corner. I frantically wiped my face dry, but my runny nose remained, and Gideon approached me. I had always seen him as a sort of father figure, and the hug he gave me said all that he needed to. I cried into his shoulder, and I couldn’t help but mumble, “What did I do wrong?”

“Reid, I need you to go to Lila Archer’s and give her some protection,” Gideon said. “She’s not safe alone.”

“Why me?” Spencer asked. “Why not Morgan? He could do a better job at protecting her.”

“You’re closer to her age,” Gideon told him. “She’ll be more comfortable with you.” 

Spencer nodded and looked down at his hands. I sat next to him as I always did, but it was icy. I wanted to speak to him and ask him just what he thought he was doing, but I bit my tongue. Anger would hardly do anything to solve this. “Can, umm, can Y/N come with me?” Spencer asked. “She knows Lila on a quasi-personal level. It might help comfort her.”

“If she’s alright with it,” Gideon said, looking at me. 

I lowered my gaze to the table, tapping my pencil lightly against my folders. “Sure,” I said.

“Good,” Gideon said. “Don’t tact-gear up, and bring a single weapon.” A moment passed, and Gideon said, “Y/N, you--” 

Pregnant women weren’t permitted to carry weapons. I already knew what Gideon was asking of me. “Yeah,” I said and twisted around to undo the holster around my belt. My neck seized up and I grunted, and Spencer’s long fingers quickly helped me remove it. The room and the rest of the BAU were quiet as this exchange happened and, when my gun and holster hit the table, Hotch said, “Y/N? Gideon just said--”

“I know what Gideon said, Hotch,” I replied. “But there are… Circumstances.”

“Like?” Hotch asked. “Anything we should know or worry about?” 

I shrugged. “No,” I said. “I mean…” I looked at Spencer, who was very adamantly avoiding my gaze, and I cleared my throat. “No. Nothing.” 

“Uh-huh,” Morgan said smoothly. “How far along are you?” 

“Excuse me?” I snapped. 

“Irritability is one of the most common side effects of pregnancy,” Morgan said. “And you’re really clingy; a nesting instinct with the father. That’s an animal kingdom thing, I think.” 

I bit my tongue so harshly that I was afraid I would sever it in two. “Morgan,” I said sharply. “Shut. Up.” 

“Am I wrong?” Morgan asked innocently. “God, I’m sorry, I just assumed-- And you look like you’ve gained a little weight--”

“Derek!”

“Jesus Christ!”

“You don’t say that to a woman!” 

I felt the tears come back, and I cleared my throat. “Can we move on?” I asked Gideon. 

“No,” Spencer said suddenly. His jaw was set, his gaze hard on the table before us, and he finally looked at me. He had his usual dark purple bags around his eyes, but they were rimmed red and full of tears. Without another word, Spencer took my hand and pulled me from my seat, and he led me out of the small briefing room. 

“Spencer, let go,” I mumbled. “Your hand-- Spence!”

He only stopped once we were outside the building, safely nestled in the empty smoking spot. His hand remained in a death grip on my wrist, and I finally tugged my hand away. The skin was sore and I rubbed it as I asked, “What the fuck was that?” 

“My mom has schizophrenia,” Spencer said suddenly. “She’s been institutionalized since I was eighteen. That sort of thing is genetic, and I’ve been tested, but the test-- The doctor couldn’t give me a straight answer. I don’t want to have a baby if it means that I can pass that onto them, I can’t do that to someone else. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk away, but that scared me as bad as it scared you. I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” 

I was quiet. Too many thoughts were racing through my head, and I absently rubbed my sore wrist. “Spence,” I whispered. “How did I not know that?”

“I’ve never told anybody before,” Spencer said. “It’s… Terrifying. I don’t want to think about it.” 

“And that’s why you…” I started and trailed off. 

“I didn’t know how to react,” Spencer said. “I needed time to think about it, and removing myself from the situation seemed to be the best option.”

“Not when this is the situation, my love,” I said softly. I reached out for him, but he sharply backed away from me. I respected that he didn’t want any contact, and I added, “I’m so sorry.”

“No!” Spencer cried. His hair fell from behind his ears as he suddenly jumped forward and captured my body in his arms, and he buried his face in my neck. “No, don’t you dare say that you’re sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. If anything, I’m sorry for just leaving like that.” 

“Spence, please,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Stop apologizing. I’m not mad anymore.” 

Spencer nodded slowly, and I moved us to a concrete bench to sit down. I held his hands in mine and soothed my thumb up and down his large hand, looking at him. He was a human, as much as I was and as much as the being inside of me was. “So, this is it, huh?” Spencer chuckled as he sniffled. “I’m gonna be a dad.” 

“Yes,” I said gently. “If you want to be. I understand if you don’t.”

“Are you kidding me?” Spencer asked. When he lifted his head, I saw his cheeks pink and his eyes wet, but he had a huge smile on his face. His hands came up to clutch my head and he kissed me, long and deep and lovingly. “Y/N, you are giving me something that I’ve dreamt of for so long. I can’t-- I don’t know how to express to you what this means to me.”

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