Diana
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: Based on this drabble prompt! (Gender neutral) Reader meets Diana for the first time
Warning: None
Words: 362
A/N: I hope I was successful with making the character Gender neutral, if i wasn't... shout at me, I beg you
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Diana Reid sat in her armchair, gazing out the window. A knitted blanket was draped over her shoulders and she held a book in her hands. Her fingers stroked the cover absentmindedly, her thoughts somewhere else.
Spencer squeezed your hand and your thumb rubbed over the back of his. You didn’t know which of you were more nervous. This was your first time meeting his mom and it was a big moment for all of you. You had been dating for nearly eight months now, but the timing to visit Ms Reid had never been right.
You knew Spencer had told her about you. He wrote his mother letters about his adventures within the FBI and about his friends. You had been spoken about before you had begun to date, you were friends first before it developed into more. You know he had told his mum that the relationship had moved beyond the point of friendship.
“Mom?” Spencer called softly, walking closer to the woman.
“Hm?” Diana turned; it took her a moment before she registered who was standing before her. “Oh, Spencer.”
Spencer let go of your hand so he could step forward and hug his mother. It was a sweet sight to see. You knew how much Spencer loved his mom, she was everything to him. You knew that he took her illness hard and you tried to be the best partner you could and support him.
“Who’s this?” Diana asked as Spencer stood back and took your hand.
He smiled softly, fondly looking at you. “This is Y/N… we’ve been dating for seven months, three weeks and two days. I told you about our first date in one of our letters, remember?”
“Y/N?” Diana said, looking between you both.
“Hi Mrs Reid, its great to finally meet you. Spencer speaks so fondly of you” you smiled, giving a small wave.
“Diana” she quickly corrected before giving out a sigh, looking back to the window. “I used to know a Y/N. Y/N Peterson… You remember, don’t you Spence?”
You and Spencer took your seat opposite of Diana as she began to tell you about the person who shared your name.
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The Truth
(The Sitter Part 6)
Pairs: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Words: 1980
Summary: Aaron and the BAU start working on your case. You find out the truth about what happened but you find something else out along the way.
Warnings: Mentions of reader’s family’s death, mentions of child death, mentions of blood
Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. Collab Series I am doing with the ever amazing @less-intelligent-spencerreid If you are interested in being tagged in the future parts of this comment on this or send me an ask.
Continuation of The Sitter: Part 1–Part 2–Part 3–Part 4–Part 5–Part 6*
After the first night at Aaron’s, Penelope had offered to let you stay at her place. Derek also agreed to stay at Penelope’s as basically your bodyguard. Penelope tried really hard to make it like a sleepover. She always had fun movies to watch, junk food, and comfy blankets. So during the night, you could easily forget about your problems and worries for a few hours. It was when it was actually time for you to go to sleep that you had issues. Nothing against Derek, you hadn’t known him long but you trusted him. You just hadn’t been sleeping well at Penelope’s. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that though. The only time you had been able to get a decent amount of sleep with little to no nightmares was in Aaron’s office.
You woke up startled when Penelope walked into Aaron’s office. Your heart was racing as you sat up on the couch.
Penelope was talking a mile a minute holding a large stack of files in her hands, “It took some digging.” She walked over to Aaron at his desk, “Like some digging, digging. Had to partially hire the internet equivalent to a construction crew and use one of those scoopy excavator things to get through layers and layers of old murder cases from all over the country.”
You stare at the brightly colored woman who was being particularly loud. You tried to follow what Penelope was saying but she was talking so fast and your exhausted brain wasn’t letting you follow along, “What’s happening?”
Aaron was glaring at Penelope and you didn’t think it was just for her to get to the point, “Garcia!”
Penelope followed Aaron’s line of sight and landed on you. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes trying to mentally catch up to what was happening.
Penelope made a face, “I am unbelievably sorry.” She didn’t give you a chance to reply before turning back to look at Aaron, “But I come bearing good…” Penelope makes an unpleasant noise, “Well not good actually, very terrible awful news but helpful.” Penelope finds the word she is looking for and continues, “I come bearing helpful news.” She gives an unsure shrug before handing the files over to Aaron.
Aaron looks over them, one by one. You tried to read his face but ever since Aaron took your case he seemed to only have two looks. Exhausted and determined, a lot of the times he was both at once. Penelope waited for some kind of reply.
Aaron got through the large stack of new files, “We need to bring these to the team.”
Penelope nodded and walked out of Aaron’s office to gather the rest of the team. Aaron grabbed the files and left as well. Leaving you behind for a moment. You wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep and you felt like you should know what was in those files. Even if you didn’t want to know was sort of despicable violence the killer stalking you was capable of. So you slide out of the office as well and slowly made your way to the meeting room, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. As soon as you made it to the doorway of the conference room, Aaron spotted you. He walked over, physically blocking you from getting into the room.
Aaron looked at you with concern in his eyes, “You don’t need to see this.”
If you shifted just right you could see around him and into the room. Letting you catch glimpses of crime scene photos and evidence bags. Aaron immediately figures out what you’re doing and shifts with you to block your line of sight.
You glare at Aaron, “I don’t really want to look at all that stuff but I need too. I can help.”
A few of the other team members walk past the two of you, Aaron moving to only let them through. The minor standoff earning you side glances from passersby.
Aaron shakes his head, gently placing a hand on your shoulder to both comfort you and keep you from moving into the room, “I’ll keep you updated and ask you questions when we need more information. For now, you should rest.”
You move just enough to see what is happening in the meeting. Seeing the team pull evidence bags out of boxes. When you see a pair of picture frames you are immediately stunned. No longer able to hear anything even if Aaron was still talking to you. Drawn to the objects you step backward out of Aaron’s grasp and then push your way passed him. Slowly approaching the table you could feel eyes on you but you didn’t care. When you get to the table you pick up the two separate evidence bags.
The bags were both filled with a picture frame. Each photo showing two ‘lasts’. One was the last family photo you ever took with, Mom, Dad, Sammy, and yourself. It had been one of those yearly family photos. Some cheesy fake background with tacky matching outfits but each of you had big genuine smiles on your faces. The happy atmosphere of the photo was ruined by the broken glass that had allowed blood to seep through and stain the paper. The other picture was just as badly damaged. It had been the last picture taken of just you and Sammy. You had been pushing Sammy on the swings and your parents had managed to catch it on film. What should have been a good memory was now stained just like the other one. The rusty-red color of dried blood ruining some of the few good memories you had left of your family.
You finally started to gain some awareness again. You placed both bags onto the table before retreating back. Exiting the meeting room just as quickly as you had entered it. You had thought you were ready to look back at this evidence and even thought you could emotionally handle it. Seeing those pictures again however had proved you wrong. You make it back into Aaron’s office before you start crying. Seeing those happy memories with your family ruined by the same thing that had taken them away from you forever was too much. You had no idea what happened to the dozens of family photos that must have been in the house. The year after their murder was a blur and when you had finally came too you had just written off ever having a picture to remember them by. You cover your face with your hands before letting yourself fall back onto the couch. Letting yourself sob into the palms of your hands.
You don’t hear the door open. You feel Aaron rubbing your back and you look at him.
“You were right, I should have listened to Aaron. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize y/n, I know you just want to help.”
When you were calmed down he said, “I’m going to go help my team. We’ll catch this guy”
***
“Okay, the focus is clearly on the kids. With the vase and the birthday,” Morgan starts, thinking out loud. “I have an idea.” He said, calling Garcia in her office.
“You’ve reached the office of supreme genius, speak, and be dazzled.”
“Hey baby girl, I need you to get me a list of kids that died on their birthdays. I need it to be between 20 and 30 years ago.”
“Unfortunately, my chocolate thunder, that is a list of 27.”
“Cross it with kids that have an older brother that is still living. Also, look for suspicious hospital visits for both kids before the death.”
“One! Max Davis died on their birthday. They apparently fell off of a roof. Both Max and their older brother Jordan Davis had multiple hospital visits before Max’s death and Jordan’s continued their’s afterwards.
“Thanks Garcia.” He said hanging up the phone and going to find Hotch.
****
You’re standing in the observation room with Rossi while Hotch and the UnSub, Jordan Davis, are in the interrogation room. Hotch got a confession which ended with the UnSub yelling, “I couldn’t protect Max and these people couldn’t protect their younger siblings! It’s their own faults!”
Agents from a different unit came and took Davis into custody. Aaron came into the observation room and Rossi left. The two of you walked up to his office. He wrapped his arms around you and you put your face in his shoulder, tears running down your face.
“It’s okay y/n, you’re safe, we got him.”
He held onto you until you stopped crying and you pulled away. He looked at you with soft eyes, “Are you okay?”
You nod at him and respond, “It still hurts, but I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.”
You offer him a small, genuine small. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He returned your small smile.
“Do you want to go get something to eat?” You asked him, knowing he hadn’t eaten all day.
“Sure. Do you want to-uh make it a date?” He replied carefully.
“Do I-yes I would love to.” You smiled at him and he returned the gesture.
He grabbed his bag the two of you walked out of his office and to the elevator. Once you got out, he wrapped his free arm around your shoulder. It was warm and comfortable. He opened the passenger door of his vehicle for you.
****
You had both ordered and there was a lull in the conversation.
“Why were you so surprised when I asked you for a date?” He asked.
You blushed and said, “I may have overheard your conversation with Rossi.”
He chuckled and you let out a small laugh. “He could tell I was lying you know.”
You smiled. You seem to be doing that a lot lately. “Well, I’m glad you were.”
Just then the waiter arrived with your food. The two of you ate and continued talking. When you were both done, he paid the check. You tried to convince him to split it but he refused.
“At least let me get dessert then?” You wanted to repay the favor, but you also wanted the night to last as long as possible.
“What do you have in mind?” He asked as the two of you walked outside.
“We could walk to the ice cream shop that’s a few blocks away.”
“Sounds perfect.”
****
At the ice cream shop you ordered a waffle cone with cotton candy ice cream and he got a waffle cone with cookies and cream ice cream. After you paid you decided to take a longer way back to his car as you ate them. You talked and laughed with him the entire time.
He drove you home and walked you to your door. Before walking inside you turned around to face him.
“Goodnight Aaron.” You said as you looked up at him.
“Goodnight y/n.” The two of you held eye contact for a little while before he leaned in. He stopped just short of your lips, looking into your eyes for approval. You gave him a small nod and he gently cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours. They were warm and smooth. It lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away and took a breath. Your hands were on the back of his head and you gently pulled him back towards you. The second kiss was longer and deeper than the first. He tasted sweet from the ice cream. This time you pulled away, needing to breathe.
“Wow.” Was all you said once you caught your breath.
He smiled at you and nodded slowly.
“Goodnight y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You nodded and said “Goodnight.”
He walked back to his car to leave as you walked inside your house.
Continuation of The Sitter: Part 1–Part 2–Part 3–Part 4–Part 5–Part 6*
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