I'm on my first watch of criminal minds. And I LOVE Spencer Reid. With all my HEART, OK.
He is a genius. No doubt. But I need to talk about it... Need to talk about Prison Spence... I really need to.
HOW THE HELL DID HE BECOME A LITTLE DUMB SHIT. I know he had autistic traits and he had difficult to manage social skills, strong sense of justice and stuff but... HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY SURVIVAL INSTINCT. OMG. I don't understand why a fucking smart boy like him didn't do low profil. I can't. It's doesn't make any fuckin sense
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Could you do one where Spencer was raped in prison.
CW - Rape, PTSD
Spencer walked into his apartment after going shopping, noticing shoes by his door. He furrowed his brows, had one of the team come to visit? Still, he cautiously ventured further into his apartment, regretting leaving his gun at home. It was then he noticed a figure sitting on his living room chair.
“Hey, Reid,” the man turned to greet him with a kind smile.
But Spencer didn’t register that. All he saw was the bald head, strong eyebrows, large muscles, and dark skin. His heart rate sped up as panic gripped him and he was plunged into a flashback. Why was Hart here? How did he get out of prison? Did he escape?
“No, please,” Spencer whimpered, pressing himself into the corner of the room. Hart approached him, and Spencer curled up into a ball. He flinched away as he felt hands touch his arms. “Please don’t,” Spencer looked at the man with pleading eyes, “I can’t deal with it again… I’ll do anything, just please don’t,” he begged. He dropped his head back down and began to sob into his knees.
“What?” the deep voice asked, confusion evident, “Reid, why would I hurt you? It’s me, Morgan.”
Spencer looked up and instead of the cold, determined eyes, full of lust. There was Morgan’s kind dark eyes staring back at him, his concern shining through them.
“Mor…Morgan?” Spencer stuttered, still tense and scared.
“That’s right, it’s me,” Morgan assured him, seeming to understand some of what was going on. He knew Spencer had most likely had a flashback. It broke Morgan’s heart that after everything Spencer had gone through, he had to deal with the trauma of prison too. He was too soft and sweet for that. Morgan couldn’t even begin to imagine the fear and pain he must have gone through.
“Are you okay, Reid?”
Spencer curled into himself, even more at the sound of his last name leaving Morgan’s lips. “Don’t call me that, please,” he begged.
“Okay, I won’t,” Morgan agreed, not even requesting an explanation. “Spencer, do you want to tell me what happened? If you don’t want to, that's fine too.”
Spencer wearily studied Morgan’s face. On one hand he felt so much shame for what had happened, especially because it was his fault. If he hadn’t gone to Mexico, if he hadn’t been so stupid, none of this would have happened. But on the other, he felt like he was suffocating, having no one to talk to about this and maybe Morgan would understand. Maybe he could help him.
“I…” Spencer began, struggling to get the words out, “in prison there was an inmate named Xavier Hart.” Spencer shuddered at the name, causing Morgan to squeeze his shoulder as he patiently listened. “He looked kind of like you… actually a lot like you,” Spencer admitted.
“Did he… hurt you in some way?” Morgan gently asked. Spencer nodded in response. “Did he beat you up? Emily told me you were beaten in prison.”
Spencer shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
“Then what did he….” Morgan cut himself off as he looked into Spencer’s eyes. At the unbelievable amount of pain and shame in them, and he just knew what had happened. “No,” he whispered, closing his eyes in frustration. How could this have happened? His little brother, had been raped in prison. Where he shouldn’t have even been.
“I’m sorry,” Spencer sobbed, “I know it’s my fault, if I hadn’t been so stupid and gone to Mexico. If I was stronger in prison, it wouldn’t have happened.
“No!” Morgan almost shouted, causing Spencer to flinch, eyes wide in fear. Morgan sighed and pulled Spencer towards him, he began to softly pet his curls. “I’m sorry, Spencer. But you have nothing to apologize for. This was in no way your fault and you don’t need to be ashamed. You were only trying to help your mother, you did nothing to deserve or cause this to happen to you. Do you hear me?”
Spencer was silent for what seemed like a minute before he softly whispered, “yes.”
“Good,” Morgan mumbled, pressing a kiss to Spencer’s hair. Morgan held Spencer until he fell asleep, exhausted from his flashback. He looked at his younger friend’s sweet and innocent face, and wondered how the world could be so cruel to such a kind and pure person.
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when spencer reid first gets out of prison, he’s scarred. that much is obvious. he’s no longer the boy wonder the team knew before cat adams framed him, he’s cold, he’s reserved. you can’t blame him, not one bit, but you miss him. you miss seeing the light in his eyes and a genuine smile on his face. so maybe that’s why, one day after work, your body moves of its own volition. you approach spencer’s desk gently, where he’s still hunched over a case file, long after work hours. he sees you, you can tell by the way he allows his eyes to shut. your heart warms at the way he still trusts you, enough to let his guard down after spending time in a maximum security prison. that’s why you bring your hand up to the nape of his neck, letting your nails scrape gently. you smile seeing the goosebumps erupt along his neck, his eyes now squeezing completely shut. you almost feel honored at the small gesture. the fact that, after everything, spencer still trusts you. it’s like when someone else’s dog chooses to sit with you, and you feel like the chosen one. you’re spencer’s chosen one, and the knowledge of that floods you with so much relief you could cry.
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