#spencie adams fic

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Wildest Dreams | Reidams

A/N - This is for Maze’s @tobias-hankel Pre-Whumptober Challenge and was influenced by their fic Dad or Daddy. Please read the tags carefully and DNI if you are triggered by any of the topics mentioned.

Bad Thing: rape / non-con

Bad Person: Cat Adams

One Line Prompt: “Are you going to be the boy who cried rape again, Spencie?”

Summary - Right before Cat Adams is executed she can’t help but ruminate on the things she didn’t do…

Warnings - dead dove do not eat, rape non-con, non consensual somnophilia, post Date Night, nightmares, swearing, brief mention of male masturbation, talk of death penalty, oral (m receiving), handjob, restraints, penetrative, unprotected sex, belly bulge, sub! Spencer, Dom! Cat (at least right up until the end), tears, choking.

WC - 4.8k

Ever since Spencer Reid’s release from Milburn, he’d been suffering from nightmares. At least once a week he would awake in a cold sweat, his throat ravaged from screaming, heart thumping aggressively against his chest. After four months it had just become the norm to him and honestly he got used to them, started to almost lean into them. 

But after four months the nightmares of being trapped in a cell, of being beaten and forced to sling drugs warped into something different entirely, some might say they were worse and on the surface Spencer would agree with that summation. However internally, these new dreams didn’t scare him as much as they should. 

They revolved less around prison and more around the woman who put him in there. Those intense dark eyes and sinful visage of the woman who made his life hell, who had him arrested, had his mother kidnapped and claimed to have had him sexually assaulted. 

“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” 

“What, did she pretend to be you?” 

“Why? Would that have worked?”

“No.”

“Yeah I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid ‘hot or not’ list.” 

But the thing was, Cat Adams didn’t know where she stood on that list because as much as Spencer would rather die than admit as much out loud, he found Cat to be unfathomably attractive. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful and alluring but he admired her brain, no matter how sick and twisted it could be at times. And so he found he didn’t actually mind when his prison nightmares shifted to dreams of Cat climbing into his bed and having her wicked way with him.

These dreams still caused him to awake with his heart rampantly beating and oftentimes screaming but for completely different reasons. And he would find himself painfully aroused and even sometimes he would wake to discover he had come in his pyjama pants. 

These dreams continued for years, he told himself it was just his brain's own way of dealing with the trauma of being sexually assaulted, the only way he was able to process the fact that Cat had Lindsey violate him in such a way. 

And then he’d had to come face to face with her again after Cat’s partner kidnapped Max’s father and sister. 

“You haven’t done me? You sexually violated me in Mexico.” 

“I did? Are you sure? The drugs that made you hallucinate, they flood your brain with serotonin, right? So what does that mean when it comes to…?”

“It’s similar to MDMA, it’s hard too…”

“That’s right. Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie, it’s not a good look.” 

Of course it was a relief to know Lindsey hadn’t raped him, but it didn’t stop those dreams, if anything they became even more vivid, especially after he finally found out what it would be like to kiss her. 

Honestly when she’d stood in the doorway of his apartment, looking at him the way she had been, it had been impossible for him not to kiss her. He didn’t even care that Luke and Prentiss and the SWAT team were there to witness it, he physically couldn’t keep his hands off of her for another second. 

And in truth, had Max not been behind that door he may well have dragged Cat inside of his apartment and fucked her right then and there. He knew how wrong it was, he knew he should be disgusted by her. But Spencer wanted Cat with a white hot burning rage even if it was taboo. 

It was inevitable that he wouldn’t make things work with Max after that kiss, he may never be able to make things work with anyone after that experience. Their terrible third date had been their last and after walking her to the elevators at the BAU, Spencer never saw her again.

In the weeks that followed Spencer spent most of his sleeping hours and countless amounts of his waking ones thinking about Cat Adams. If his team noticed he was preoccupied they didn’t mention anything, but then again when did they? 

The day before Cat’s scheduled execution date, Spencer felt an odd sense of unease all day. He had planned to go to Mount Pleasant tomorrow, look her in the eye one last time but he’d talked himself out of it. He needed to put Cat behind him once and for all and watching her die wasn’t going to make up for all the things she’d put him through.

The world was a better place without Cat Adams, that he was certain of. But also couldn’t help but wish he had the chance to do more than just kiss her. Although, if it had ever actually come to it he was certain he wouldn’t have followed through with his hidden desires. That was one line Spencer could not cross and if he did he would never come back from it. It probably wouldn’t stop him from dreaming about it though. 

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[reidyoulikeabook]

15, 17 and 26 all from fluff!!! <3333333333

you asked and you shall RECEIVE my sweet avery! of course you pick out the very best combination of prompts, i'd expect no less <3

Ship: GN! Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: .9k

Warnings: Kissing, general goofiness and cheesiness.

Prompts: #15 "Wow, you're photogenic."

#17 "Quick, kiss me!"

#26 "My lip gloss is all over your lips.”

A/N: I haven’t posted in an AGE and I won’t lie when I say this might not be my best work, but I was feeling writing for once so I tried! I’m going through a pretty rough mental time at the moment and I’m finding it hard to do much, but I wrote this! It’s technically part of the A-Z series, but works as a stand-alone :)

You've both worked up quite the sweat from your, admittedly too enthusiastic, dancing by the time you tumble your way into the photobooth. You'd been meaning to make a stop there all night but between the children (Aaron could probably wallpaper his entire house with pictures of the inside of Jack's nose, pressed right up against the camera), and the far reaching branches of Derek's family tree that yanked him outside for new mantelpiece photos at every opportunity, you just hadn't had the chance. Until now.

Giggling, you pull back the curtain. Almost tripping inside the booth, your interlocked fingers meaning Spencer is yanked in right along with you. He's laughing too. His nose scrunched, glasses comically far up, his face tinged pink with laughter, his hair damp and especially springy against his forehead.

"Sit down!" You chastise.

"Hold on!" He protests, trying to get himself comfortable in his seat. He pulls an odd face, one that involves contorting his mouth into a shape you’re not sure you’ve seen outside of the dentist office, flaring his nostrils, and frowning simultaneously.

And then, amongst the hububub, the camera flashes. Followed by the instant sound of whirring. Spencer frowns, reaching forward, but you lurch. Grabbing the picture and bringing it up to your line of sight, grinning, “Wow, you’re photogenic.”

“Give me that!”

You shake your head, tucking your arm behind your back, “Nope.”

“Please?” He pleads, pushing out his lower lip.

“Nope.”

He braces himself, his legs tensing under you.

He’s up to something.

You bring your right hand back to his chest, steadying yourself, “It’s going to go off again.”

He shakes his head, “The wait between the flashes is actually longer than you’d think because it accommodates for people leaving and getting readjusted in the booth, if it went off that fast there’d be a whole load of film that was just wasted-”

Flash.

His face tenses, startled, and you burst into another peel of laughter. Your thumb tracing along the line of his jaw, “Is that so Doctor Reid?”

“It’s usually longer!” He defends, his voice pitching upwards, “Morgan must have gotten a subpar photobooth.”

“Or maybe you just don’t know about photobooths.”

His eyebrows raise for a brief second, then dip back down to their original position, a conciliatory smile on his face, “I don’t actually know about photobooths. I was just making it up so you’d kiss me.”

“You want a picture of us kissing?”

His teeth worry at his bottom lip, and he takes pause. You take the opportunity to smile brightly at him, your eyes widening as you take in the entirety of his much too adorable, much too appealing, face staring up at you. A mixture of wonder and amazement in his eyes that almost makes you dizzy.

Spencer Reid, wanting photobooth kissing pictures.

“Well then quick, Spencer, you’d better kiss me.”

His face lights up: a smile reserved only for you, instinctively tilting his head up to be closer to you. You squeeze his chin affectionately between your thumb and forefinger, closing the gap between you that was filled only with warm air and quiet desire. His hand comes to the small of your back, on instinct, pressing you against him as his lips brush against yours. Lightly, at first, just testing out the water. Gentle and affectionate, and then harder. Chasing his mouth as he slumps into the seat, pulling you further into his lap.

Flash.

It knocks you off kilter, surprising you. A laugh reverberates through his throat and into your mouth, eliciting a very similar reaction from you. His face is scrunched up with joy as he pulls back, laughing, “That’s kind of a mood killer.”

“There’s a reason you don’t put strobe lights in the bedroom.”

“I think I might have to concede you know more about photobooths than me,” He smiles, his arms looped around your waist, his head pressing into your neck.

“My lip gloss is all over your lips,” You chastise half-heartedly, “I’ll be covered in it.”

He presses a series of delicate kisses along the line of your collarbone, coming to the hollow of your throat. You feel him speak as much as you hear it, “I think it looks good anywhere on you.”

“You would,” You tease, running your fingers lightly through his hair, which has been carefully gelled for the occasion.

He sighs, contentedly. It’s nice, really, to have the time to yourself. Penelope and Derek’s special day has been in the making for a month, and as much as it’s a glorious occasion the lead-up (including the 6am start to the day) has been a whirlwind. It’s nice to take pause.

It’s especially nice to imagine Spencer at your own wedding. He looks gorgeous in a proper suit, even letting you pick out a tie that matched your outfit.

Wonder if he’ll look this beautiful at our wedding.

Don’t be silly. Even more so.

You smile to yourself, tightening your arms around him.

Flash.

Despite the work that went into acquiring the kiss, the photo that ends up on your mantelpiece in a frame is the last one. The biggest smile on Spencer’s face, accompanied by a look of pure peace. His arms securing you to him, and your own looped around to hold him close. The look in your eyes, the softness of the features of your face, as you look at him in that picture? It makes him feel more sure of your love for him than anything in this world. And maybe, just maybe, he gets Penelope to make a copy for his wallet.

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[donald4spiderman]

this is kind of a vent lol. i like to be mad at spencer bc im toxic— also i love breaks up a lot. i don’t rlly make sense because i crave fluff soft spencie fics but now i wanna be angry at him so enjoy </3

tw: angst, breakup, kissing, shouting, crying, general CM gore, the Cat Adams arc, SPOILERS for s12-15

No one prepares you for heartbreak. No matter how strong you think you are, how emotionally void you’ve trained yourself to be, or how resilient you’ve grown— a shattered heart is one of the worst pains in the world.

He’s kissing her—Cathrine Adams— a serial killer, hit-woman, and master manipulator. The same woman that framed Spencer for murder, sent him to federal prison for three months, and kidnapped his mother. He’s kissing her like it’s the only thing he can fathom, likes it’s his dying wish. He’s forgotten all about the S.W.A.T. agents surrounding the two of them. He’s forgotten about Luke and Prentiss, who stand in shock a few feet from him.

Most importantly, he’s forgotten about you and the plans you had to watch movies all day in his apartment. Your cat died, and Spencer wanted to be there for you, he wanted to comfort you, as a loyal and loving boyfriend should.

Spencer gifted you a key months ago. You flowed freely through each other's apartment without any issues— up until now.

Cat breaks away from the kiss. Cat. Not Spencer. He’s still chasing her lips seconds after she pulls away— as if her kiss is that intoxicating to him. There both out of breath, staring into each others eyes with mischief until Cat turns to give you a smug wave and smile.

“Hi there.” She greets triumphantly, surely pleasured by the horrified look on your face. “We’ve arrived!”

Spencer has no words. He stews in his silent guilt as tears flow freely down your face. You weren’t one to cry... ever... but something about seeing your boyfriend of four years shoving his tongue down the throat of a murderer might have evoked a particular emotion that made it all too easy for you to break down.

“(Y/N)...” He croaks, stumbling over to you in an attempt to save face.

You place a firm hand on his shoulder, launching him backward. You’d always been much stronger than him.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Spencer.” Your voice cracks with a painful sob.

He’s visibly distraught, tears forming in his own eyes. “Please, (Y/N).”

Cat waltzes through the apartment like she owns it, seating herself in the burgundy armchair. She watches the chaos she’s ignited with joy.

You dry the tears from your eyes with your sleeve, composing yourself. “There’s really no good ones, huh?”

You’re not speaking to Spencer; instead, your question is directed towards Cat.

“I know about you, what you do, and more or less why you do it. I’m not an agent, but I have an affinity for these things, you know. It’s one of the similarities Spencer and I shared when we were together.”

Were. Past tense. The love between the two of you is already gone. Spencer feels the impact of a blow to his chest.

“Is this a lesson, Cat? ‘Cause, surely I’m not the one who should be subject to it. After all, I’m a woman. I know your victimology— bad men. Is that what you wanted to do to Spencer— show me Spencer’s true colors?”

Spencer steps in “(Y/N). Don’t engage with her.”

“I’ll do whatever I fucking want, Spencer.” You scoff. “You don’t even know what you’re doing right now. ‘Fucking up left and right.”

“She’s right.” Cat grins dramatically. “You already lost a girlfriend today. A couple more strangers might die too— if I so desire. Not your best day, Spencie.”

“Do you know me, Cat?” You question firmly, returning her focus towards you.

She nods, “Of course. I’ve done my research.”

“Really? How much?”

“Well...” She starts. “I know you dated Dr. Spencer Reid for four years— who, by the way, was looking at engagement rings just yesterday. Crazy how things change so quickly.” Spencer watches the way your face drops, and it feels like he’s drowning. “I also know that you’re a philosophy professor at Georgetown. He’s always had a thing for the smart girls. You were a college wrestler at Menlo University for an impressive four years during undergrad. You’re a tough girl, and being with Spencer here sure put you through hell. I mean, you were pronounced legally dead after Peter Lewis stabbed you seven times in a fit of rage. Somehow you survived—physically— because let’s face it, how much of the real you died that day?”

“That’s pretty surface level, don’t you think?” You egg her on. “But you didn’t come here to talk about me. This is between you and him.”

His name produces a bitter taste in your mouth— you dare not say it anymore.

“I’m going to go. I’m not part of this. I’ll leave you both to it.” You swing your bag over your shoulder, willing yourself to have the energy to walk out the door.

Your eyes are red and rimmed with tears as you speak, “Thank you, Cat. I’d rather than it have been now than five years into our marriage. Lord knows we wouldn’t have worked out.”

And with that, you leave Spencer’s apartment for the last time, and you leave Spencer for the first. Luke and Prentiss follow you as you rush down the hallway.

It’s almost worse— feeling less than nothing. It would be much more... human... to be consumed by anger. You should be angry. You have every right to want to push Spencer Reid off of Everest. But you don’t.

Because sometimes the day ends. Tomorrow’s a new set of hours. You could pretend that you’d never met him-- that you were never in love. Love felt fictional.

As long as you move forward, fast enough, afraid that do you slow for a moment, you’d be forced to deal with the aftermath properly.

So you sprint.

k why is this just us thanking cat for being a girlboss lol

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[sasarahsunshine]

Oof, the touch soul mates one, imagine though if they just. Never touch skin for years of knowing each other. Both always being fully covered, even if they touch they're more likely to touch the others clothes. But maybe Hailey notices something there. And either she meets her person and encourages Hotch and Spencer, or she just encourages him to do it anyways. Just her not being the reason they meet, but definitely the reason they realized that it's each other.

(Supportive Hailey is always the best, lol.) (If they ever had any thoughts on it being each other, it was definitely thrown to the back of their mind instead of trying to touch each other's hands because of the relationship with Hailey.)

(I love both supportive and cheating/abusive Haley lmao- it depends on the narrative the author is trying to write, of course. Haley is a very fun character to play around with, IMO, but in any soulmate AU I can see her being so loving and kind towards Aaron; just wanting him to be happy with the person who was literally made for him).

But yeah I can totally see them never actually touching skin to skin. They've always had this... pull, towards each other. This feeling of familiarity, comfort, and safety. But they've never touched, so they go years without knowing that the reason they seem to fit together so well, is because they're literally soulmates. Almost everyone else can see it (even Haley, once she meets Spencer for the first time), but nobody really points it out, not for a while. Hoping that they'll figure it out on their own.

Until something happens- maybe the Anthrax? Or when Spencer is shot in the neck? Maybe it's Foyet or Mr. Scratch? Whatever it is, something happens that makes the two of them feel true fear that they'll lose the other. But they still don't touch, not until Rossi corners Hotch and straight-up tells him, "It's Reid, Aaron. He's meant for you. I can see it, Haley saw it- damn near everyone can see it. The moment you enter a room the two of you make eye contact like you sensed each other's presence. You're constantly seeking each other out, constantly looking for each other for support and safety. Now, get your head out of your ass and kiss the damn kid."

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[homoose]

🍾🍾🍾 THANK YOU to all of the talented writers who participated in the challenge! 🍾 🍾🍾

all seventeen (!!) stories are 3k words or less!

please heed content warnings before reading!

I’ve linked to my commentary/love fests 🤍

fics below the cut 😌 happy reading!!!

🤍 First of Many by @golden-barnes (Spencer Reid x gn!readrer; fluff — (this is your first anniversary with Spencer… and it’s nerve wracking)

🤍 Daisies Mean “I’m an Idiot” by @shemarmooresfedora (Spencer Reid x fem!reader; hurt/comfort — Spencer unintentionally declines when reader asks him out, because he couldn’t possibly be the man she was describing to Penelope in her office)

🤍 Win Me Back by @mercy-burning (Spencer Reid x fem!reader; fluff — when reader’s ex-boyfriend comes back to town, he finds a way to make amends— with a little help from her niece)

🤍 Extra by @mrs-dr-reid (Luke Alvez x fem!reader; fluff; TW anxiety — Luke goes all out for reader comes over to his apartment for the first time, and she’s a rad overwhelmed by it)

🤍 Kiss and Tell by @meganskane (Spencer Reid x fem!reader; fluff; TW: alcohol — after the reader drunkenly confesses she’s never been kissed, Spencer offers to be the lucky contender)

🤍 Dr. Jones vs. Dr. Reid by @aperrywilliams (Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!reader; fluff — Spencer is not pleased with the new guy helping on a case… because he’s flirting with reader)

🤍 No Rain, No Bouquet by @lovereid (Spencer Reid x fem!reader; angst — Spencer wants to make up to reader for breaking her heart, but he ends up with his own heart broken; part 2 here)

🤍 Confessions of Love by @reidingmelodies (Spencer Reid x gn!reader; hurt/comfort — when reader gets injured on a case, Spencer decides he has to finally tell them how he feels)

🤍 I’m Positive I Can’t Stay Six Feet Away From You by @andiebeaword (Spencer Reid x gn!reader; hurt/comfort; TW: COVID, illness — Spencer recently tested positive for COVID-19. He insist reader stay away from him while he quarantines, but they show up anyway)

🤍 It Should Have Been Me by @aperrywilliams (Spencer Reid x gn!reader; angst — reader realizes that if there was ever a hope of getting back together with Spencer, not it’s impossible)

🤍 Are You Miserable? by @spencie-adams (Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid; 18+ only; hurt/comfort; TW: sexual assault, CSA, intrusive thoughts — Spencer is out of jail, Scratch has been caught, and Aaron and Jack are back. Spencer’s boys are back, so when Penelope offer to take Jack for the night they can’t resist— but the night doesn’t go as planned)

🤍 There’s A Lot by @candlesandsoftrain (Spencer Reid x gn!reader; fluff — a rewrite of the star puzzle scene from 5x13, featuring some pining from reader and some heartfelt apologies)

🤍 The Miserable Ones by @reidingdays (Spencer x gn!reader; fluff — Spencer thinks reader’s out to get his book, and shenanigans ensue— as fluffy as a disaster morning can be)

🤍 Las Vegas Boy by @samuel-de-champagne-problems (Spencer Reid x fem!reader; fluff; TW: alcohol — reader surprises Spencer at their joint Bachelor/Bachelorette Party with a song she’s been working on)

🤍 All I Want by @ellesgreenaway (Spencer Reid x fem!reader; hurt/comfort — Spencer’s dream of becoming a dad is finally coming true)

🤍 Expectations vs. Reality by @idmakeitbehave (Spencer Reid x gn!reader; fluff — Spencer’s finally going to tell you how he feels. He really, really is. He just… needs it to be perfect. Alternatively: five times Spencer almost tells you how he feels, and the one time he finally does)

🤍 You Belong With Me by @alltooreid (Spencer Reid x fem!reader; hurt/comfort — reader struggles with her feelings while Spencer dates Lila Archer long distance)

#homoose 2k 🍾 #homoose recs

[juniorgman187]

Malchance (Reid Fic) - Part 2

Summary: The only thing reader can count on is her bad luck and what it’ll get her into. In this case, it’s the lioness’ den - the lioness being Cat Adams.

Category: Angst, Fluffy Ending Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: Canon-consistent trauma, brief mention of daddy issues, blood, manipulation, yelling, deceit (Let me know if I missed anything) Playlist: Call Out My Name by The Weeknd Word Count: 5k

READ PART 1 HERE!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

“There’s going to be a key to cracking Cat,” Ms. Prentiss explained to me. 

“A key?” 

“You’ll know it when you find it.” 

That was probably the most ambiguous advice I could’ve gotten, but it’s the one she sent me into the field with and the one that loomed in the back of my head as everything unfolded.

The plan the team and I agreed upon, which ironically Dr. Reid knew no part of, was that after Cat and him went to the rink, they’d come back to his apartment, where I would be waiting. Posing as his concerned girlfriend, the unexpected presence of competition would enrage Cat. With the wrath of a woman scorned, she’ll be furious enough to slip up and make a mistake. 

I’ve heard that she’s done her best, or arguably her worst, when she’s prepared, so this curveball might just put an end to the reign of Queen Cat. 

As far as the outlined plan of events went, sure, it was simple. As for me? 

No shot in hell that I’d be able to pull this off.

There was seemingly no feasible reality where I could outsmart her until she made a mistake or keep on the facade long enough to deceive her. The entire success of the plan hinged on my abilities or her lack of propriety. Not exactly betting odds, if you ask me. 

And yet, against everything, I was still walking into the lion’s den on my own volition, making myself right at home, acting like this was exactly where I belonged. When in reality, this was the last place I should’ve been.

“You got this, okay?” Someone in my earpiece chirped. Just out of paranoia, I pressed the device further in, un-tucking the strands of hair behind my ear to better conceal it. Even that wasn’t enough to lower the specter of my doubt. I prayed that she was lax in her vetting tonight.

“Spencie!” A giggly shriek from outside the door sent one large shock wave through my entire body. It was so sharp like they were right there. The sound of heavy footsteps followed, and my stomach churned in anticipation. I already hated this.

How did I even get here? 

Oh, right - malchance. 

I contemplated cracking my knuckles to self-soothe, but then I remembered what Ms. Prentiss told me about ‘tells.’

“Bodily tells are how people can read the emotions you’re not directly expressing. A majority of what profilers use to study behavior is your body language. Unfortunately, some of the best profilers are the unsubs themselves. She’ll know what you’re feeling if you show her. So stay strong.”

Stay strong. 

Try as I might, I couldn’t keep the fear from washing over me when the pair of muffled voices outside became clearer as they entered the apartment. 

I must’ve caught them in the middle of something, but I couldn’t exactly deduce what, seeing as they stopped when they saw me, which was before I turned around.

Dr. Reid was floored by my being there, but at least, he had a look of recognition. It wasn’t enough that he merely distinguished me to settle the worry I had about the fact that the BAU hadn’t told him I would be here. If I could, I would have, but they each advised against it. They needed his raw reaction just as much as they needed her’s. 

One ghastly look up and down and I could tell she came to the exact conclusion the team anticipated she would - that I’m her new competition. 

“Spencie - who is this?” 

Her dehumanization of me made Dr. Reid viscerally guilty for having extended an opportunity to let yet another person suffer the corollaries of her cruelty. He shook his head softly at me as though to say, ‘I’m sorry.’ An interesting choice - that that was what he chose to nonverbally say to me first. He didn’t even ask me with his eyes why I was here or what I was doing - he just apologized. 

What has this poor man been through?

“I’m his girlfriend,” I answered for him before the silence could get suspiciously long. By inserting myself in the conversation, I was following what the BAU suggested I should do earlier. Stand your ground. You can’t be afraid to speak up to her. “I’m (y/n). You are?”

I held out my hand for a handshake that was never returned. Instead, all I got back was an ice cold stare. 

She’s reading your body language, an inner voice I didn’t even recognize called from within me. Soon after I realized it wasn’t my conscience speaking - it was Ms. Prentiss. I’d forgotten I had an earpiece, much less that there were micro cameras littered all over the apartment so they could have a firsthand view of this train wreck. How could anyone voluntarily watch this mess unravel? 

“And when did this happen?” Her voice went up an octave as she tilted her head with morbid curiosity, then let it roll back in Dr. Reid’s direction. “Spencer?”

“Five months ago,” he replied without missing a beat, keeping his eyes steady on mine. If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve believed him, but that stare he was giving me said something more. What’s going on? He wondered.

Oh, Dr. Reid, if only I could tell you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?” She asked through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. Suddenly, the surface of her expressions liquified then melted away until I could see well beneath the anger, revealing the bodily tells of humiliation. 

I was profiling her, and I didn’t even know that I could. 

“You made me promise not to talk about anyone else except you tonight, remember?” He remarked with an uncharacteristic amount of edge behind his words. 

His outer mask was liquefying and transforming in its own right, too. As Cat became easier to read, the Doctor was slowly morphing into the man I first met - the man who was furious enough to throw an entire set of books off a table. The man who’s darkness made him impossible to read - made it impossible to think he’d ever been seen or touched by the light. 

She huffed and spun her head around so fast, it made her hair whip up and over her shoulder. The stern look upon her face fell for the briefest moment, and if it hadn’t been for everything I knew about her, I would’ve thought she looked pretty. She was pretty. But her soul, her sensibilities, they just ruined her. It was a shame really. 

She was tainted by wickedness in a way that I never would be, and for that, she had already come to the decisive determination that she hated me. 

“So how old are you, (y/n)?” Like a hawk hovering over its prey, she began to walk around me in a tight circle so she could scrutinize my every angle, discover every flaw, and poke at every button she could find. Precisely why she asked that question, too. She wanted to know where the similarities started and ended between us. She wanted to compare herself to me. Size me up, tear me down - lioness v. lioness. If she was gonna play dirty, then so be it. Two can play that game. 

“I’m 28.” A flat out lie. I’m 26. 

“Wow, I didn’t realize you had a type, Spencer,” She ruefully chuckled.

“And what’s that, Cat?” I couldn’t see him, but he sounded so unamused. 

“Jailbait.” 

There wasn’t much I could do besides move on from the subject. “Cat? Is it?” Considering she hadn’t told me her name before, I think Dr. Reid purposefully included it in his response so that I’d have a reason to know what it was. 

Smart move, Doctor. 

I wanted to smile from the way he was helping me out and working together with me, but my poker face stayed on.

“Catherine Adams,” She drew out the name to assert herself. I didn’t get to call her Cat like Dr. Reid did. That was his name for her and his name only. She made that point crystal clear. When I finally shrugged, she pounced once more.

“You really have no idea who I am? I’m hurt.” She fake pouted and put a hand to her heart to feign offense. “Spencer’s never mentioned me? Not once in your five months of dating?” Her emphasis on the timing of our ‘relationship’ showed her knowledge of the deceit, but she needed to do more than just put stress on one word. I wouldn’t back down that easily. 

“Why would he? You mean nothing to us.” Nastier words have never left my lips, and yet, I still made sure they were coated in the harshest tone I could muster up the courage to use. 

She scoffed and stopped walking around me to pull on Dr. Reid’s arm and force her mouth to make contact with his ear. Despite the closeness, he still refused to meet her eyes. He kept them locked on mine. 

“I mean nothing to you? Is that so?” Her breath was a jarring enough sensation on his neck to make his eyes shut. He was beyond uncomfortable. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell her what you told me at the rink?”

“What did you tell her, Spencer?” I was forcing him to speak, not because of the case, but because I wanted to know. Was that wrong?

“I …” The words got caught in his throat. “I told her that there’s some part of my brain, some part that she somehow inhabits.” 

A pang in my chest told me there was still more. That pang would be correct.

“No, go ahead, Spencie. Tell her the rest. Don’t be shy now.” 

He forced himself to look away from me as he said, “And no woman, no matter how good, no matter how kind, no matter how …”

“Say it,” She demanded, firmly tugging on his arm harder. 

“No matter how sexy she is, can ever get her out.” He looked repulsed by his own admission, and if I was being honest, so was I. 

“Are you in love with her?” Although I was venturing far off script, it felt like an appropriate response as his ‘girlfriend.’ It was my response. 

“No. I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you.” 

He’s such a pretty liar. 

Cat must’ve been annoyed by her lack of involvement in the conversation as she felt compelled to step in. “Prove it. Kiss her like you kissed me out there and I might believe you.”

Pretending to be hurt wasn’t hard. Not when I didn’t have to pretend. 

“You kissed her, too?” I had to ask.

Imagine if I were actually this poor guy’s girlfriend. Forget me - God help that girl. Even if this was all for the sake of the job, that wouldn’t have made it any better hearing what he’d confessed to her or what they did. 

Dr. Reid looked incredibly apologetic for someone that had nothing to apologize for. Sure, I was playing his girlfriend, but I wasn’t actually anyone of value in his life. So why did he look like he felt so goddamn guilty? 

“Ugh hurry up and kiss already!” Cat stomped her foot impatiently. 

As she released Dr. Reid, she gave him a strong shove in my direction, causing him to stumble right into me. He’d caught himself by grabbing onto my hips, while I stabilized him by clutching onto his forearms. 

His eyes were piercing through mine. I won’t kiss you unless I have your permission. His eyes read. 

Fighting against every reflex in my body that was resisting, I leaned closer. Then, right as I closed my eyes, I felt it. 

Not his lips. 

Blood.

My blood.

The coin-like taste shocked my eyes wide open so fast you would think I never even closed them in the first place. Abandoning my grip on his arm, I used my hand to block the sight of my bloody nose. 

(Y/n), what’s going on? Ms. Prentiss asked in my earpiece. 

“My nose is bleeding,” was my answer for everyone listening - Dr. Reid, Cat, and the BAU alike. 

“Are you alright?” He unhesitatingly shifted out of the role he seemed to be playing. His guard fell down to the point where it felt like nothing else mattered but to know that I was okay. It wasn’t Spencer and his fake girlfriend talking anymore, it was Dr. Reid and me again. 

“HELLO?! What’s going on?” The minute Cat’s shrilly voice hit the air, Dr. Reid shut it down with a steadfast hand. 

“Not now, Cat! Time out.” He motioned a T before he let an invisible magnetic force freely connect his hands onto my hips again. It seemed like he didn’t even touch me on his own accord but instead, it was the mere gravitational pull that brought his body back to mine. “This isn’t a game anymore.” His tone was unwavering as he walked me away from Cat and into the bathroom. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He whispered in a familiar tone after shutting the bathroom door behind himself. “You can leave now. You don’t have to keep doing this.” As though I were his grandmother’s delicate china, he hoisted me in the air momentarily to help me onto the sink with an almost unnecessarily large amount of caution. 

“I’m fine.” While I attempted to wave off his concern nonchalantly, traitorous butterflies swarmed my stomach at the feeling of his touch. 

“Don’t tell me you’re fine!” He scolded through an outpouring of laughter. “I can see the blood!” He underlined his words by pressing the toilet paper he retrieved on the spot under my nose where the blood was centralized. 

“Then don’t ask!” I just as playfully responded. 

“Alright, fine, fine,” He jokingly put his hands up in surrender. “What should I ask you then?”

I wish I was more uncomfortable than I truly was. Maybe then it would’ve been easier to lie to him. But there was something about how close he was to me or how unrelenting his stare was that made sincerity spill out from my every seam. 

“‘Why are you even here if you’re just ruining things?’” 

He looked so hurt despite the fact that the depreciation was directed at me. “Why would I ask you that?” 

“Because it’s true, isn’t it?” My eyes flashed to the door to ensure it was closed, but without the ability to guarantee that Cat wasn’t right outside listening in, I lowered my voice. “I’m way in over my head here. I have no idea what I’m doing and I feel like I’m just making things worse.” 

“None of that is true,” It sounded like a reprimand, the way he was defending me to me. “The team wouldn’t have asked you to be here if they didn’t think you could do it … and anyway, it’s kind of nice having a partner in crime.” 

He needed to watch his step before he began charting dangerous waters from which he could never escape. I was already playing with fire by allowing any real genuine emotion seep out around Cat. Except now that he’d thrown me a lifeline with his insinuation of liking my company, I knew, at least to some degree, that the feeling was mutual. I briefly calculated the risk until I ultimately decided to let my boldness rear its ugly head.

With the speed of light, I clicked off my earpiece with one hand and turned off Spencer’s with the other. He caught my wrist only after I’d successfully disabled the devices from allowing the team to hear us and us to hear them. 

“What are you doing?” “Why didn’t you kiss me?” 

Our questions came at the exact same time, and yet I didn’t repeat myself. 

I knew he heard me.

It was out of turn for me, given that I’d only briefly calculated the risk of asking this before doing it. It came out suddenly and then I couldn’t take it back. But I blame his gaze for my oversharing. It brought me so much comfort that I failed to recognize the discomfort my question had posed. 

He sort of laughed, saying, “Your nose was bleeding.” 

Under any other circumstance, I would have believed him. Unfortunately, he was exceptionally unconvincing, precisely because he didn’t look very sure of that explanation himself. 

While I’m sure my nose bleeding was a reason not to kiss me, it was most definitely not the reason. My honesty itself felt something like a nose bleed. For one thing, it annoyed me and was beyond my control. But for another, I wished I could find the source and pinch it off to make it stop. Stop it before I spilled out the words, “Oh, I get it ... you just didn’t want to kiss me.” 

“That was definitely not the problem,” He said a little too quickly and a little too adamantly that it made my head spin. In that response - he sounded very sure of himself, a complete contrast to his previous demeanor. 

“So why didn’t you?” I wish I could tell you why I was pressing the subject so hard. I’d like to think that if you were in my position, you’d want to know the answer as badly as I do now, which is the best rationale I could possibly come up with to justify what I said next.

“If you weren’t scared and if you didn’t not want to, then why didn’t you?” 

“(Y/n),” He averted my eyes by turning his head to the side, revealing a side smirk of contempt. I should’ve been mad that he was visibly frustrated because if anything - he was the one being frustrating. Instead, all I could think about was how I wanted to kiss that smirky mouth. Maybe to make the smirky-ness disappear. Or to control it.

Make it mine. 

“You’re running out of excuses, Dr. Reid. You’re going to have to kiss me eventually, so let’s just get this over with already.” Did I really just say that? 

“I’m not gonna do that.” 

“Kiss me!” Yes, I really did. 

“I’m not going to kiss you.” 

“Just kiss me!” 

“(Y/n), stop.” 

“God, Spencer, just kiss me already!”

“No!” His eyes found me again; This time they were wider. “Not like this!” 

Silence. 

Then he cleared his throat as if they’d somehow cover the confession that had already been said. 

“Not - I didn't mean - I just. We can't like that because that's not … do you know? Like it's very ... that's not what-" He continued to stammer until he mouthed one last “What?” to himself in complete disbelief of the words that had left his lips and the words that were still struggling to. 

Our brains must’ve been working at the exact same speed because while he couldn’t find the right words to say, I was still trying to process everything he already had. 

Without waiting for my response, he fled from the bathroom. When the door slammed shut, I whipped my body around to face the mirror, my fist tingling with the urge to punch the stupid girl staring back at me in the reflection. 

I knew I couldn’t take refuge in here for much longer unless I really wanted to piss Cat off. Which I totally did, but not if I couldn’t guarantee that Spencer wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire. As confused and pissed off as he made me, I never wanted to hurt him.  

Once this realization dawned on me, another one had followed.

This was the key to cracking Cat. I’d found it. 

Like an overexcited bull bursting through the gates, I pushed my way out of the bathroom door seeing red. I saw Spencer first, standing in the corner of the room to monitor Cat from a distance. The aforementioned lioness herself was perched in an armchair, slouching in it comfortably as though she’d sat in that very seat a hundred times before. Not a single display of care in her conduct for the people whose lives she was actively trying to ruin. 

“So you finally ready to kiss your boyfriend yet?” If sarcasm were a liquid, it’d be dripping from her lips. She was so casually destructive when she spoke, like a loose-lipped bomb capable of going off at any minute but deliberately delaying the blow until it was guaranteed to wreak the most havoc on the most number of people. Seeing her in that light only made things easier.

“Forget the kiss, Cat. In fact, forget Spencer all together,” I waved my hand in his general direction behind me. Like him, I was standing, giving me all the power I needed to assert myself effectively. “It’s just you and me now. Exactly what you’ve wanted since the minute you stepped in here.”

She laughed ruefully, if only to make me insecure. “What are you talking about?” 

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you scoped me out. You were doing that to figure out how alike we are, right?” 

She straightened a little more to sit up in her chair. She was hooked. “Why would I want to do that?” 

With my right foot, I swiped the foot rest out from underneath her legs, making her feet fall flat against the floor. Caught off guard by my swift movement, her upper body hurled forward while I took my seat on the foot rest, placing me directly across from her.

It wasn’t for a lack of dominance that I sat down. No, it was that I knew I had power over her, and I didn’t need to stand up anymore to prove it. 

“Feel free to stop me when I’m wrong,” I told her emphatically, knowing that would never happen. 

“You have always wanted Spencer. That’s just a fact. But deep down, you know he’s never truly wanted you. Sure, maybe he likes, even loves, the allure of your forbidden connection, but he doesn’t like or love you. And now that I’m here, the person he claims he loves in a way he’s never loved anyone before, you want to know just how similar we are. Because the more similarities you find between us, the more it kills you inside to wonder why he would love me over you if we’re practically the same. But you’ve only judged me from the outside, and we both know looks only go so far. So I’ll make it easier for you, Cat. I’ll tell you anything you want to know that way you can come up with an answer to the question you’ve been asking yourself the entire night: ‘Why her and not me?’”

She couldn’t pretend to be unfazed anymore. I had moved her beyond that. She was finally starting to react. 

“You would only be this confident if you already knew the answer to that question.” She concluded through gritted teeth. Her body was shaking all over, like the rage inside of her was boiling and her body was the feverish, bubbling water. “Do you know the answer?” 

I had nothing to hide. “Yes, I do.” 

“Tell me!” She threw down an iron fist against the top of her thigh. “Tell me what the answer is.” 

“You have more confidence in my answer than you’re ability to figure it out yourself? Come on, Cat. You couldn’t have gotten this far without your intelligence.”

“I don’t want to figure it out. I want you to tell me.” Her fist clamped around itself harder. 

“You don’t trust yourself to ask the right questions?”

“Just. Tell. Me.” Jaw clench.

“Alright, I’ll give you one similarity to start. We both have daddy issues-”

“I don’t care! Just give me the answer.” Foot tapping. 

“My grandma used to call my dad a ‘Bastard’ in French actually -” 

“Tell me!” Bodily tell after bodily tell, and I knew, I had done it. 

I beat the betting odds. 

“Fine, Cat. I’ll tell you what it is,” I had her undivided attention, and if I had eyes at the back of my head, I’d see I had Spencer’s, too. 

“The fundamental difference between you and me is that no matter what - I would never, ever, do anything to hurt Spencer. I have no compulsion to hurt him as a way to assert power over him or to make him fall at my feet. I can do that without ever having to go to the lengths that you’ve gone to. The power you wield over him is borne from a long-standing vendetta, whereas the power I wield, I resist using against him for revenge because that is what a morally sane person does. While I use my influence to help Spencer believe that he is a good person worthy of good treatment, you are constantly trying to prove that he is a bad person deserving of bad treatment. That he is anything like you.”

Her eyes just barely starting to water marked the last semblance of emotion I’d seen from Cat before the team swarmed the apartment and whisked her away. Then, the proverbial veneer of her mask had glazed back over her face, never to come off again. 

As Luke escorted her out in handcuffs, she gave me one last look over her shoulder. 

“How did you know about my dad?” 

You might think I slipped up when I told Cat that we were similar because of our daddy issues, therefore accidentally revealing that I knew more about Cat’s backstory than I led on, but that was purely by design. I had done that with the specific intention of setting this exact moment in motion. 

This moment where she would recognize that she’d overlooked my ‘mistake’ because of her lack of propriety. This moment where she would have to face the fact that she’d been deceived and outsmarted by me. 

This moment that she would think about until the day that needle went into her arm - the moment she realized - she let me win. 

_ _ _ 

As twisted as it may seem, the end to the reign of Queen Cat called for celebration. Penelope - she told me to call her that and not Ms. Garcia - had prepared cocktails galore in the round table room, which I’d actually been invited to enter this time. 

“You exceeded any expectations we had. The best we could’ve hoped for was no casualties, so I’m thrilled with the way things turned out tonight, and we couldn’t have done it without you,” Ms. Prentiss pulled me aside to say. “If you want it, there’s a spot waiting for you here on the team, and I really think you should consider taking it.”

To her proposal, I said I’d have to think about it, given that I’d hate to bestow my bad luck upon the team, but after tonight, I was about ready to declare my malchance a thing of the past. 

At this rate, I couldn’t distinguish whether I was dizzy from the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream or the job promotion from Secretary to Supervisory Special Agent. In any event, I knew I needed air. I slipped out of the conference room, past the glass doors of the bullpen, and waited patiently for the elevator. 

I must’ve caught Spencer after coming back from his ride with Cat to the prison because when the elevator doors opened, he was standing just on the other side of them, looking lost in thought. 

“Oh, hi!” I chirped, realizing then that he and I hadn’t said a word to each other since the “Kiss Me Bathroom Incident.” 

“Hey,” he called back, his voice already sounding unfamiliar after its lack of use towards me.

“Long time no see,” I joked to first lighten the air that seemed heavy between us. “I was just going to go down to get some fresh air.” 

“I’ll join you.” 

Because I hadn’t expected him to say that, I fumbled awkwardly into the tiny space that seemingly got smaller by the second, especially now that he was filling the space with me. 

The silence was a little too suffocating for my taste, and I couldn’t afford to have my breath be any more restricted by that than it already was being in this slender cage next to Spencer. Just to occupy the absence, I started rambling. “You know I was thinking -” 

No sooner did I start speaking than my words were cut off by the sweet, sweet shut of my mouth because of Spencer’s. His lips wholly encompassed mine just as his hands did to my face. I was surrounded by him and for that my breath had truly been taken away this time, but in the absolute best ways possible. 

There was simply no air. 

His ivy-like enclosure around me somehow made the claustrophobic elevator expand. Or maybe it felt like it had fallen away entirely. Nothing else around. Just us. 

His hands moved wherever they pleased and I followed suit, letting my hands go where they wished, never staying stationary in one place for too long. 

I had to feel him everywhere. Filling everything. 

He’d pulled away first, biting my bottom lip with blunt teeth to take me with him, and then he forced my lip in its place by kissing it back, pushing his lips impossibly closer like he wasn’t close enough. He wasn’t just trying to restore my bottom lip, but rather fuse ours together forever.

He pulled away for real this time but not far. His face and mine were centimeters apart, our breathes mixing in the microscopic air betwixt us. 

Still breathless, he rasped, “I meant something like that.” 

Now, I can say with absolute certainty that my malchance was a thing of the past. 

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sweet creature (spencer reid x f! reader) pt 4

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long! power outages, school, and writers block is such a terrible combination for trying to write a fic. spence is back! and cat makes her first appearance hehe. it’s poorly edited because i wanted to get this out asap so ignore any errors, i’ll fix it in the morning. one more thing, despite spencer’s thing with germs, his love language is touch. i said what i said.

part one | part five

The restaurant had a cozy, warm atmosphere despite the teams intentions. Perhaps under different circumstances, the team would be here sitting at the bar, sipping on some alcohol they’ve never heard of, and chatting about any lad or lady they’d gladly go home with. But they were on a mission. Y/N tapped her foot against the leg of the chair, her heels clacking against the metal. She and JJ sat at the bar across the booth Spencer sat at, waiting for their target, Catherine Adams. She was a part of the group of hitmen that were targeting Penelope, and the team was determined to take them down. So there they were, using Spencer as bait to catch Miss. 45 with the rest of the team undercover.

Y/N felt a hand on her bouncing leg, looking down at it, and her eyes trailed up to meet JJ’s. “Y/N,” she says.

“Sorry,” she apologized, and crossed her leg over the other. Y/N looked back at Spencer at the table as he pulled a single rose out of his jacket pocket, placing it beside the plate the opposite of him. He met her eyes, giving her a tightlipped smile. She brought her attention to the woman making her way towards him and Spencer tore his eyes away from Y/N, looking up to Cat. Y/N cringed at the sight and twisted in her seat. “It’s gonna be a long night.” she mumbled to JJ before taking a swig of her drink.

“Spencer?” Cat smiled, waving slightly.

“Cat?” he stood up. “Hello!”

“Nice to finally meet you!” Cat went in for a hug, and Spencer blocked her.

“Oh, sorry, I have a germ thing,” he said. “I’m kind of weird with hugs.”

They stood there in silence, Cat rocking on her heels. Spencer fiddled with the ring on his finger and tried to avoid her gaze out of awkwardness. “Can I sit down?” she laughs slightly.

“Oh! Yes, please. Of course, sit down.”

Cat slides into her seat, taking her coat off in the process. Then it’s silent again and Y/N could practically feel the awkwardness radiating off the two from where she and JJ were sitting. “First time doing this, huh?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Yeah, I still get nervous too,” she admits. “Really, it wasn’t until an hour ago that I was like, wait, we’ve been trading emails back and forth, but I still have no idea what this guy looks like,”

“Hence the…” Spencer pointed to the rose in front of her.

“I know. And then I was like, wait, he’s going to bring a red rose, so we need to go to a nicer place, which is why I switched the restaurant last minute,”

Spencer interrupts her. “Not—Not a problem at all.”

“And now I need to change and put on something nice on for this place, ‘cause I was totally underdressed, and my whole wardrobe makes me look like a Kardashian,” she finished and saw Spencer’s eyebrows knit together. “You don’t know who that is, do you?”

“Oh, yeah, Robert Kardashian. He got O. J. Simpson off. You—You don’t look like his daughter.” he stutters

“Yeah, no, I was making a joke. A bad one.”

“No, it was good! It was a good joke.” Then there’s an awkward pause again. Spencer lets out a sharp exhale, trying to conjure up words to fill the looming silence.

“Can we start over? Hi. I’m Cat.” she said.

-

“Tell me about your wife,” Cat blurted, leaning her head against her palm.

Spencer stiffens in his seat and averts his eyes. “If you don’t mind, I’d, um, I’d rather not talk about her.”

“Might as well get it out in the open, right? That’s why we’re here.” said Cat. “How long have you been married?”

“4 years,” he lied.

“When is she due to give birth?”

Spencer clears his throat. “A couple months,” he straightens out his posture and leans forward across the table. “Should we talk about price now, or…”

Cat smirks, mirroring his actions. “Slow down, Tiger, what exactly are we negotiating here?”

“You know,” he ventured.

“I want to hear you say it.”

He ducked down lower and glanced over his surroundings. “To have her killed.”

“Let me see your ring,” she grinned.

Spencer extended his left hand, and Cat took his hand in hers. “You know what that is?” she asks, twisting the ring. “A noose. Only it doesn’t kill you all at once. It kills you slowly, day by day. You ever feel that way?”

“I feel that way all the time.” Spencer said.

“Take it off,” Cat urged.

“Why?”

“As a sign of your commitment,” she grinned, tapping her finger lightly against the table. “To me.”

Cat watched as Spencer slid the ring off his finger. She held out her hand, looking at him expectantly, and he dropped the ring in her palm. She inspects it carefully as if she’s looking for something.

“24-karat?”

“Mhm.”

“24k times 4 years means this ring should be dinged and nicked, but the sucker is brand new,” she tossed the ring at him. “You’re not married.”

From under the table, Spencer could hear Cat arm the gun that she hid.

“Why are we here, Spencer?” Cat interrogated.

“We’re here because you belong to a network of 4 hitmen who’ve been operating in the shadows of the internet. You’re known as Miss. 45. My team and I have been hunting you for months and I knew if I boxed you in, I could arrest you with as little resistance as possible.”

“Your team being the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. You guys are good. You’re the only ones that got close to use, but we got kind of close to you, too, didn’t we?” Cat countered, leaning closer to Spencer. “Hi, Penelope.”

“Do you know why I’m so good at my job?”

“Because you kill without compunction or remorse.” Spencer answered.

“That only gets a girl so far in life. No, it’s because I think through every potential outcome, and then I plan accordingly. You see, I didn’t walk into your trap,” Cat chided. “You walked into mine. Where’s your head, Spencer? What are you thinking about?” she moves herself closer to Spencer, keeping eye contact with him.

“I was thinking about entropy,”

“Mhm,” Cat slides her hand across his torso, into his coat.

“It’s the thermodynamic measure of the degradation of matter and energy in the universe. To put in another way-” Spencer jumped as she reached into his pocket.

“There’s your gun.”

“You think-”

“Good evening,” the server interrupts him.

“Hi, uh, you know what? We’ve been having so much getting to know one another, we’ll let you know when we’re ready, okay? Thank you.” Cat tells the man. “Now that we got that out of the way, will you do me a favor and tell pretty girl and blondie mcblonderson over there at the bar to disappear?’

“JJ, Y/N, stand down,” JJ and Y/N heard Hotch say through their earpiece.

The two women got up from their seats, and JJ extended her hand to her, Y/N taking her hand in hers. They started towards Spencer and Cat and Y/N kept eye contact with him as they walked past his booth.

“Thanks for playing, girls,” Cat snickered, waving goodbye to them mockingly.

JJ tightened her grip on Y/N‘s hand and she squeezed back. “If she learns how many agents we have outside, she’ll start shooting,” Hotch said. “Dave, get ready to take her out. Reid, do not let her get up from the table.”

-

“She was cute,” Cat said, her eyes trailing over Y/N’s figure. “Too bad I’m stuck with you. She seems like fun,”

She caught Spencer tighten his jaw and hardened his gaze on her. “What’s the matter, Spencie?”

Spencer feels his chest tighten, staying silent for a brief moment. He pushes down the feeling deep inside him and he regains his posture. “Tell me what you want and I’ll see if I can get it here for you.”

“Anything I want?” Cat drawled, smirking as she glanced at Y/N disappearing into the back of the restaurant. Spencer follows her gaze and quirks a brow.

“Off limits.” Spencer deadpanned.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted. “Fine. Is this just a plan to distract me from what is, I’m sure, an impressive law enforcement response just outside that door?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Ok, let’s talk, but let’s talk about something interesting, at least. Tell me about me.”

“You?” He asked her and she nods eagerly in response. “You’re a black widow hit woman. You specialize in seduction and you’re patient. You learn everything you can about the men you’re hired to kill, physically, psychologically, and emotionally because you want them in as compromised a position as possible so they don’t see it coming when you pull the trigger,”

“And when I do it really well, they pull the trigger themselves,” she said, making Spencer raise a brow. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“Because I know what I want now. I wanna play a game with you, do you like games?”

“I do.”

“Do you win?” she challenged.

“I always win.”

“Okay, here's my game, you have 30 minutes to answer every question I ask and if you lie, I’ll know,” Cat explains, pulling up a timer on Spencer’s phone. “Because I spent the past 10 years of my life studying men and their lies before I kill them. Do you believe me?”

“I do.”

“That was true, you’re getting this. Now, here’s how we’ll know who wins at the end of 30 minutes. If you win, you’ll get to drag me out of here in handcuffs. But if I win, you will escort me out like a gentleman, to make sure I exit safely. What do you say, Spencer? Think you can win this one?”

Spencer quirked up a brow and gestured for her to come close. “Considering everything you put Garcia and so many people through, you’re going to have to shoot me in the face before you walk out of here.”

A sly smirk etched onto Cat’s face. “Game on.”

“What do you want to ask me?”

“How you found me, of course,” she presses start on the timer, starting the 30 minutes. “A professional learns from her mistakes.”

“We got our big break in the case at the end of last year. I didn’t learn how big until I came back from some time off,” he clarified.

“Why’d you take time off?”

“That’s not relevant,”

“That's not the game,” she nagged. “You answer every question I ask. Is it a secret?”

“No,”

“Is it dirty?”

Spencer grimaced at her question. “No,”

“Then tell me.” she frowned.

“It’s not important to your story.”

“Out of curiosity, is it me you don't want to tell or the people listening in?”

He tilted his head, remaining eye contact with her, and he glanced down at the ongoing timer. He could do something with this. Stall her, Spencer thought. “Is this really how you want to spend your 30 minutes?”

“Yes,” Cat answered eagerly. “No… Okay, so you showed up for work one morning and..”

“We learned that someone unexpected decided to talk.”

She hummed in response, lightly dragging her finger against the grains of the wood table. “So your job, all you guys do is make deductions based on information that is basically handed to you on a silver platter, no? Are you guys really profilers or are you just lucky? Because this is what I’m about to say is profiling, the reason you took time off from work was to deal with the same girl who broke your heart.” Spencer shook his head, letting Cat continue. “The death of a parent, then.”

“Nope,”

“Ah, hello! I’m getting close. It’s your mom or dad in the billiard room with the candlestick,”

Cat smirks at Spencer’s silence. “Oh, you’re making the same face you made when I mentioned our pretty girl over there… you’re mad at me, aren’t you?” Cat taunts.

“Yes, you are. I can tell.”

“Not even a little bit.”

Spencer leans closer to her, furrowing his brows. “No offense, but you're not really worth getting angry at.”

Cat squints her eyes. “So you figured out what the four of us did, and then what?”

“We profiled that you operated as spokes on a wheel. Somehow it had to be centralized, how you got jobs, who paid you. Somebody did all that for you.”

“You found the Snowman, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,”

“You took the Chemist and the Snowman out of commission, huh?” she scoffed.

“Did you know?”

“I knew something was off. They didn’t bid on some contracts, and this isn't the kind of job where you get to take time off to be with your…” she tilts her head, pursing her lips. “Mother? Is it your mom? It’s gotta be your mom.”

Spencer shrugged in response, and Cat continued. “Why’d you take time off from the FBI?”

“I’m not going to tell you,”

“Spencer, why did you take time off from the FBI?” she enunciated, drawing out each syllable.

“You can ask me as many times as you want, and you can continue to waste your time, but I’m still not going to tell you.”

“Then you’re cheating, and I don’t like cheaters.”

“You don’t get everything you want just because you’re pointing a gun at me under a table. You’re not the first killer to point a gun at me, you’re not even the first woman to point a gun at me. Sorry.” Spencer said sternly.

“You’re really going to take this all the way, aren't you?”

“Yeah,”

“So am I,” Cat challenges. In the corner of her eye she sees a man stand from his seat, her eyebrows knit together and she slides even closer to Spencer. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Before you say no, I want you to consider something,” she reaches to Spencer’s tie, uncovering a small microphone attached. Cat folds the sides and holds it tight in her hand, muffling it. “I’ll kill the fed walking toward me first. A stationary target’s easy to hit after that, it's a free-fire zone.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” he gives in.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I’ll tell you.” Spencer asserts, enclosing Cat’s wrist with his long fingers and setting her own hand in her lap. “Rossi, stand down,” he says and looks over his shoulder, seeing the other man standing over the two. “Please.”

With a nod, Rossi slowly retreats to the team’s designated area. Meanwhile, JJ and Y/N stood impatiently at the kitchen's doors, waiting for the go ahead to move out, but once they saw the familiar tufts of black and gray hair, they were quick to meet Rossi halfway.

“Welcome to the locker room.” JJ huffed.

“I hate the locker room.”

“Ditto.” Y/N added, crossing her arms. The trio stood side by side, trying to stay out of the staff's way as much as possible. After all, they are seating a whole team of FBI agents and one of the most dangerous women in the world. The least they could do is to be polite, right? Y/N peaked out the window of the kitchen door and scanned the tables until she caught eyes with Derek who sent a wink her way. She nodded and retreated back into the kitchen. “Lewis and Morgan are still out there,” she said, claiming her spot besides JJ. “If anything goes wrong, they’ll-”

“Shh…” Rossi hushed, placing his index finger over his lips.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak again, but quickly shuts it when she heard Spencer’s voice through her earpiece.

“My mother has schizophrenia, and the doctor has changed her medication, which seemed to agitate her, so I went to the treatment center to help her,” Spencer said. Y/N touched her earpiece as if it would make her hear him more clearly.

“That’s it?” The three of them heard Cat’s muffled voice.

“That's it.”

“That’s part of the truth, you’re holding something back.”

“It’s the truth.”

“To be clear, you have zero control here. None.” she remarked. “I outflanked you from the beginning.”

“Some of your moves were pretty obvious,”

“Such as?”

“Such as showing up armed, such as changing the venue at the last moment,”

“I needed a restaurant full of innocents in case this was a trap,.” Cat interjected.

“If you really suspected this was a trap, then why show up at all? Even when you first laid eyes on me, from the bar, from outside, from wherever you were, you should have seen through me and kept moving, but didn’t,” he interrogates. “You couldn’t because you can’t get to the man you really want to hurt, so you need to hurt any man who reminds you of him.”

“That’s kind of boilerplate psychology, isn't it?” Cat says, staring at him blankly with tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m just another girl with daddy issues,”

“You’d be surprised how many killers do what they do because of their parents. If it’s so boilerplate, why don’t we test that theory? How hard did you look for him?”

“Very hard.”

“And how disappointed were you when you realized you will never find him? You need some other outlet for your rage and for a while this worked, but it also tripped you up. Can I tell you a little secret? Everything eventually falls apart. The trick is accepting when it’s over.”

On the trio's end, it goes completely silent and the only thing they could hear was the sound of the surrounding kitchen, then suddenly they hear a stopwatch ring. The thirty minutes was up. It’s not going to be that easy, Y/N thought.

“Except it ain't over, is it?” They hear Cat ask.

“Do you really think I’m just going to let you walk out of here?”

Cat leans forward in her seat, staring Spencer down. “You profiled so much about me, except you forgot to ask the most important question. Why would I make you sit here for thirty minutes?”

“Because you’re stalling.” he answers quickly.

“Then you don’t know me at all. Do you think I’d show up here without an escape plan? Or is that just another girl with daddy issues would do? Maybe if you hadn’t fallen victim to your own gender bias — and yes, all men have a gender bias, even you, Dr. Reid — you would have recognized that your entire strategy was based on one faulty detail. Can you see it?”

“You’re not here alone,” Spencer attested, making Y/N and the other’s head perk up.

“And my partner? Less paranoid than you think.”

“You planted a bomb in the building.”

JJ, Y/N, and Rossi looked up at one another at the same moment and were quick to their feet. “We’re on the move.” JJ said.

-

“Wait,” Cat blurted. “Your mother—tell me.”

Spencer caught his lip between his teeth and averted his eyes. “Is—is this apart of the game?”

“No. The game’s over.”

He tightened his fist in the sleeve of his jacket, fiddling with the fabric, and refused to lock eyes with the woman in front of him. “When I looked at her medical chart, it… didn’t make any sense. The medication that they gave her should have been helping, but I couldn’t figure out what was making her so angry. So… I, uh,” he swallows the lump in his throat. “I went to see her. The moment I walked in her room, I saw it. For 3 seconds… she didn’t know who I was. I, um, I had her tested that morning, and I found out that night that she had early onset Dementia. Most likely Alzheimer's.” Spencer sniffled.

On Y/N’s end, the three of them were silent. They stood there in the brooding silence and winced when they heard Cat speak. “Did you get yourself tested?”

“Did you know about this?” JJ whispered to Y/N.

“Not entirely.” she murmured back.

“You were too scared,” Cat said, matter-of-factly.

“I thought I dodged a bullet when I turned 30 and didn’t have a schizophrenic break like her, but this is somehow bigger and scarier because I can actually see it happening. All the memories that we used to share are just dying. I can’t stop it. I can’t help her. All I can do is find people that I can help.” Spencer said, unclenching his fists, and finally meeting her gaze. He was angry, but he didn’t truly know who to be angry at — at Cat for making him spill his guts while his entire team listened in? Or at himself for not trying hard enough to avoid this confrontation? He knew, deep down, that no one was to blame, but in the moment, he’d rather put the blame on something than confront the hurting.

Just as Y/N was about to speak again, a beeping sound came from where they found the bomb and she moved quickly, grabbing Rossi’s and JJ’s wrist and swiftly pulling them along towards safety. “Hotch, she just armed the bomb!”

-

Besides a few disruptions, the team ended the case safely and successfully put both Cat and her partner behind bars. The team went their separate ways with the exception of Derek, Spencer, Y/N, and Penelope. Y/N walked between the two men as they made their way to Derek’s front porch to meet Penelope and Savannah. Y/N’s arms swung slightly as she walked, her hand brushing against Spencer’s a few times, and a frown crept up her face when Spencer defensively tugged his hand closer to him. She stopped for a moment, and they followed her lead.

“So…” Derek starts. “You two want to come in, decompress a bit?’

Y/N and Spencer glanced at each other for a brief moment, waiting for the other to speak first.

“I’m good.”

“I would love to.”

They said in unison.

“I’m probably just gonna go home,” Spencer said, clearing his throat and shuffling his feet across the pavement.

“You sure?” Y/N pouted.

“It was an intense case, kid.” Derek added.

“Yeah… it was. It’s over now, the network is down.”

“Spence,” Y/N says quietly, stepping closer to him. “That medical research I asked you about… was that..”

“Yeah.” he whispered, his eyebrows knitting together.

“You are going to get tested, aren’t you?” Derek asked him.

Spencer lets out a soft exhale and tries to look anywhere but their eyes. “One of the data points that her research told me about was age. I’m, uh, too young to display chromosomal signs, so I’m just gonna have to… learn to live without knowing.”

“Spence…”

“Oh, my god!” They heard Garcia squeal from the porch.

“Oh, hey, hey, hey, what is happening here?” Derek swoops to catch her stumbling down the front steps.

Spencer peeks in front of him, catching a glimpse of a very drunk Penelope Garcia. A wide smile flickers across his face, the dimples in his cheeks looking more prominent under the streetlights. And Y/N can’t help but stare at him in awe. She loves seeing Spencer so happy; he deserves it. He’s told her stories about his past traumas and Y/N wished she could take away all his pain, all of his hurting. Spencer took a quick glance at Y/N when he felt eyes on him, and she giggled at the light pink growing on the apples of his cheeks.

“You’re what’s going on! Right now is what’s—You are here! Do you know what’s happening right now?” Penelope exclaimed, placing her hands on Derek's biceps. “It is- It is done! The dirty dozen is done!”

Spencer let out a loud laugh, making Y/N quickly look at him, and this time, he started laughing harder when they met eyes. Y/N couldn’t contain the feeling in her heart, smiling harder than she’s had in a while, but she jumps when she feels a hand engulf hers. Her eyes trailed down her arm to her hand and looked up to Spencer with beaming eyes. She squeezed his hand, rubbing her thumb along his knuckles.

“—I love you,” Penelope says endearingly to Derek, then points to Spencer and Y/N behind him. “And you two! I love you guys so much!”

Penelope grabbed Y/N’s free hand, engulfing her in a hug. She hugged back with the same amount of force, and Penelope pulled away for a moment to bring in Savannah. “I should be jealous of you because you two are so hot, but I’m not. I’m not. I promise, I’m not! ‘Cause you know what? All I feel inhere is love. I am feeling full of love! So much love. I’m wearing too many clothes.” she spins on her heels, hurriedly making her way back inside. Y/N hid a giggle behind her palm and continued after her, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her steady.

“We got this.” Savannah told Derek and Spencer through giggles.

“Bye, Spence!” Y/N shouted from inside the house.

Spencer's smile widened and in the moment, all he could feel was love. No hurting, no anger, just love for the people he cares for most. Regardless of what happened today, he knew that everything was going to be okay. It had to be okay.

-

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A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.

Chapter Summary - Luke visits Spencer and deals with a sticky situation before aiding Spencer through the rough, early stages of his drug withdrawals.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst, smut, eventual happy ending.

Content Warnings - swearing, penetrative sex, nightmares featuring Cat Adam’s and non-consensual sex, mentions of attempted suicide, wet dreams, drug withdrawals, vomit, desperate Spencer, skin picking, aggression, sedative, guns, Russian roulette, nightmares featuring William Reid, Gideon, Diane Turner, Lionel Wilkins, Lila Archer, Owen Savage, Benjamin Cyrus and Maeve.

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Chapter 4 - How to Disappear Completely

An overwhelming sense of pleasure filled every inch of Spencer’s body. It felt as though he were floating, he was so light and free he must be airborne. 

But the soft fabric beneath his fingertips told him otherwise. He ran his hands over the material and exhaled as the pleasure continued to flood his body. 

He must be high. Drugs were the only thing that allowed him level of satisfaction. 

It took a few moments to realise there was a weight on top of him and registered the sounds of soft moans and breathy pants. 

“Oh Spencer! Fuck Spence!” 

His eyes opened to a vision of pure beauty above him. You were on top of him, naked from head to toe.

You were bathed in sunlight seeping in from the open curtains. You were soft around the edges giving you an ethereal glow. 

Your hands on his chest suddenly grounded him. Your breasts bounced with your movements and he felt you clenching around him. 

“Goddamnit.” He panted, trying to reach for you, trying to hold you but his arms wouldn’t move. 

He cast his eyes above his head and took in the restraints keeping his arms in place. 

“I got a little kinky.” You giggled and then moaned deeply. 

Spencer moaned with you, it had been too long since he’d last got to feel you in this way. 

All the sex he’d been having lately would never come close to the way it felt with you. Your body was made for his, you fitted together so perfectly it should have been illegal. 

You were like two puzzle pieces slotting together, coming together as one. 

God he’d missed you.

“Spence, feels so good.” You clawed a little at his chest as you continued to ride him. 

You were a celestial being. An honest to god otherworldly force of nature.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He panted, trying to reach for you again but unable to do so, which made you giggle again. 

“Are you close, Spence?”

“Hmm.” He nodded, mesmerised by the way he disappeared inside of you over and over again. 

“Me too.” You sat back, your movements becoming more frantic. 

“I love you.” He suddenly blurted out and your lip turned up into a smile.

“I love you too, Spence.” You bowed your head to kiss him and he moaned into your mouth. 

You tasted just how he remembered, sweet and slightly bitter. Must have been coffee. 

“Never leave me.” He mumbled into your lips. 

“I couldn’t even if I tried.” Your lips trailed to his neck and started sucking on his flesh. 

His toes curled and he felt his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. 

“You’re an angel. A goddamn fucking angel.” He breathed in the scent of your shampoo, pulling as much of it as possible into his lungs and keeping it there. 

You giggled again and then you sat back up. 

But you were no longer the angel you’d been moments before. You were the goddamn devil.

“Oh Spencie, I’ve waited so long for this.” 

“What the fuck?” He pulled his restraints, needing to get her away from him. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here!” 

He writhed in the bed, trying to get the maniac off of him. 

“You’ve always wanted me.” Cat smirked as she moved up and down on him.

“No, I don’t want you! I’ve never wanted you.” He whined. 

“Stop lying to yourself. We’re the same Spencer, you and I. We deserved each other.”

“No! No! Please! I don’t want this! I want Y/N. I don’t want you!” He begged. 

“Come for me, Spencie. Maybe we can make that baby after all.”

Spencer had no control over his own body anymore and he was past the point of no return. 

The feeling of her fucking him the way she was, was too much. And despite the fact he didn’t want to, Spencer felt his orgasm take over.

He came hard and watched Cat as she smiled dangerously while he filled her up. 

Spencer was crying, still trying to get her away from him. 

“Good boy.” Cat laughed. “Such a good boy.”

***

“Get off of me! Get off of me!” He thrashed in the bed, screaming at the top of his lungs. 

He knew he was still restrained because he couldn’t move his arms. 

“Stop! I don’t want it! I don’t want you!” 

“Reid? Reid! It’s ok, it was a dream. You’re ok, Spencer.” 

His eyes shot open at the familiar voice and landed straight on the person standing over him. 

Not Cat. Cat was gone. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. 

“You ok, man?” 

Spencer swallowed thickly and nodded, stilling his movements. 

“W-what are you doing here?” 

“Emily got called away on a case but we all thought it was best for someone to be here when you wake up.” Luke smiled sadly at him. 

“I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.” Spencer clenched his jaw. 

“You know where you are, yeah?” Luke ignored his words. 

“Unfortunately.” Spencer sighed. “Psychiatric Institute of Washington.” 

“Great, that’s great man.” Luke told him but it felt anything but great. 

Spencer noticed his wrists were once again cuffed to the rails of the bed and he now had matching bandages on both arms. 

His knuckles were also covered in thick gauze from his attack on the mirror, his onslaught at his own reflection. No, not his reflection…

Cat. 

“You uh…had a bit of a freak out apparently.” Luke chewed on his lip seeing Spencer looking at his arms. 

“That’s one way of putting it.” Spencer felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “You can say it, Luke, I remember what happened. I tried to kill myself.” Again. 

Luke visibly winced at his words, hating how easily Spencer could throw those words out. 

“Uh…I guess so.” Luke looked just as scared as Emily had. “What happened?” 

“Cat Adam’s.” He closed his eyes and he could still see her so clearly on top of him, riding him while he came. 

It was then Spencer noticed the sticky feeling in his underwear. 

“What do you mean?” Luke frowned at him. 

“She was…here. I mean logically I know she wasn’t but…she was.” He shifted a little in the bed trying to relieve himself from the wet confines of his pants. 

“You ok?” Luke clearly noticed his discomfort. 

“Fine.” Spencer wiggled his hips, god he needed to clean himself. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.” He was quick to reply. “I just…I need to get up. Need to…bathroom.” 

“Ok, I’ll go and get the doctor and-“

“No.” Spencer quickly cut him off. The less people that knew what had happened the better. “Can you just…untie me? I just need the bathroom…please?”

“I don’t think I'm allowed. Let me get the doctor and he can-“

“Luke,” Spencer cut him off again. “I really don’t need more people witnessing this.”

Luke frowned again.

“Witnessing what?” 

Spencer clenched and unclenched his jaw knowing the only way Luke might help him was if he told him the truth.

It was the last thing Spencer wanted to do. Well, second to last. The last thing he wanted was Doctor Delaney also knowing about this. 

“I-I…fuck…” Spencer groaned. “I’ve come in my pants ok? Jesus…” 

Luke’s eyes widened as he processed Spencer’s words. His eyes flicked from Spencer’s face to his crotch and back again without meaning to. 

“Oh.” Luke swallowed. “Oh.” 

“Please just let me out of these restraints so I can go clean myself up.” Spencer felt fifty shades of embarrassed and couldn’t meet Luke’s eyes. 

As if the situation wasn’t demoralising enough without him having come in his pants. 

“I don’t think you’re allowed out of the room without Doctor supervision.” Luke’s cheeks were tinged with red with his own mortification. 

“For the love of god.” Spencer muttered. “I do not need my doctor knowing I had a fucking wet dream, Luke. How do you propose I deal with this?” 

“Uh…” Luke glanced around the room as though something might pop out to him or it might have just been to avoid looking at Spencer. “I can take off your restraints so you can get cleaned up but I don’t think you can leave the room without telling the doctor.”

Spencer noticed Luke’s head nod towards a box of tissues. Spencer groaned loudly but he knew it was either that or tell the doctor. 

“Fine.” Spencer rolled his eyes. 

Luke didn’t make eye contact with him as he undid the restraints. Once Spencer was able to move and slide his legs out of bed he noticed just how sticky he was. 

“Have I got any clean clothes?” He kept the sheet pulled around his bare torso feeling sick at the idea of Luke seeing him undressed. 

“Oh yeah, Emily dropped some off.” He nodded towards a duffle bag in the corner of the room. 

“Ok, can I have some…privacy?” 

“You’re not allowed to be unsupervised while you’re not restrained.” Luke blushed. 

“What the fuck am I going to do? Bash my head against the wall until I cause a brain haemorrhage?” The second the words were out of his mouth he regretted them because now he’d put the idea in Luke’s head he certainly wasn’t going to leave. 

“I’ll turn away. I’m not going to look.”

“Fucking brilliant.” Spencer pushed himself up and pain shot through his leg, causing him to fall back down. “I’m going to need you to pass me the tissues and my bag. I can’t stand up.” 

Luke nodded in compliance and quickly grabbed the things and brought them back to the bed, his cheeks still flushed red. 

This was a low point of Spencer’s life, not that he had a lot of highs recently. But having to admit to his friend he’d had a wet dream and then having said friend in the room with him while he cleaned himself up was an extreme low. 

Luke hovered in the corner of the room with his back to Spencer to give him as much privacy as he could. 

Spencer rolled his eyes. The quicker he got this over with the better. 

Without having to stand he manoeuvred his sticky boxers down his legs and screwed them up into a ball. 

Grabbing a wad of tissues from the box he pulled a face as he started wiping at the sticky, crusty mess covering his genitals. 

The most embarrassing part of this whole situation, the part Luke wasn’t privy to, was by far the person he’d been dreaming of to cause this. 

He wouldn’t have been anywhere near as humiliated had he come from just dreaming of you. But the fact he’d reached his orgasm with the image of Cat on top of him was completely shameful. 

He was attracted to her, sure. She was incredibly beautiful and intoxicating and she was the only woman to ever come close to outsmarting him. He was sure Luke would at least agree she was stunning. 

But she was the one responsible for the mess that was his life. If it weren’t for her he never would have gone to prison, wouldn’t have gotten back on drugs and wouldn’t be in this godforsaken institution barely keeping his head above water. 

He’d tried to kill himself because of what that monster had done to him. Sure, she looked like a daydream, but she was nothing more than a nightmare. 

Sexualising the woman who had led to his mental breakdown was disgraceful and he knew it. He could never let anyone find out who he’d been dreaming of. 

He cleaned himself up and found a clean pair of underwear which he slipped on again without standing. Getting his flannel pajama pants on was a little harder without getting up but he just about managed. 

He found a t-shirt and slipped that on too before crawling back under the thin sheet. 

“I’m done.” He croaked, tucking the dirty tissues beneath his pillow as there was no trash can in the room. 

And he certainly wasn’t giving them to Luke. 

Luke sheepishly turned back around, slowly as if Spencer would have been lying. He cautiously stepped back towards Spencer’s bed. 

When he wrapped his hand around one of Spencer’s wrists, Spencer froze briefly before quickly shaking him off. 

“What are you doing? Don’t touch me.” He spat slightly harsher than he’d meant to. 

“You need to be restrained. If the doctor sees that I undid these…”

“I don’t care.” Spencer slapped Luke’s hand away when he made another beeline for his wrist. “I said don’t touch me!” 

Spencer buried his hands underneath the bed sheets, away from Luke’s grabby hands. 

“Spencer, come on.” Luke pleaded with him. 

“I’m not exactly going to hurt myself while you’re standing there am I? Please Luke.” Spencer glared at him, pleading him with his eyes. 

“Fine.” Luke shrugged but he didn’t look happy about it. “I uh…I’m sorry we didn't notice things were so bad by the way.” 

“Not you too.” Spencer rolled his eyes, settling back against the pillows. “Emily said the same thing. You couldn’t have known because I didn’t want any of you to know. I pushed you away because I didn’t want you to see me like this.” 

Spencer shivered and pulled the sheet up to his neck, snuggling himself inside it like a cocoon. 

“Emily said you’re missing time?” Luke changed tacts. 

Despite his shivering a sheen of sweat gathered on Spencer’s forehead. 

“A lot of time. Almost a year and a half. I-I don’t know what happened in that time and it s-scares me. I never forget a-anything. And I don’t…don’t know what to do with t-that.” He was stuttering as his teeth began to chatter. 

At almost the same time Luke noticed his skin pale and his eyes started to glaze over.

“Whoa, are you ok, Reid?” 

Spencer nodded, closing his eyes. He’d wondered when the withdrawals might start. 

He’d been through it before with dilaudid and he knew exactly what kind of ride he was in for. 

Hot and cold sweats. Restlessness. Muscle pain. Sleeplessness. Depression, as if he needed more of that. Fatigue. Vom…vomit…

Fuck.

Right on cue Spencer turned his head to the side and threw up all over the floor. It was mostly liquid given the fact he hadn’t eaten properly in…well he had no idea how long it had been. 

“Shit, are you ok?” Luke helped him sit up and rubbed his back as Spencer nodded feebly.

“Withdrawals. They’re a bitch. But last time it was just one drug.” 

“What do you mean?” Luke handed Spencer a cup of water which he gratefully tossed back before tucking his arms back beneath the sheet. 

“I’ve been through it before with dilaudid haven’t I? But I was also using cocaine. Fuck, this is why I didn’t want to be sober. Luke you’ve gotta help me, please? Just like one more hit? Dilaudid or cocaine, I don’t care which. Just please? One more.” He was suddenly crying out of nowhere. 

Luke chewed sadly on his lip. He knew it was to be expected but it was so hard to hear his friend begging for drugs. 

“Spencer, you know I can’t.” 

“Just one more hit and I’ll stop, I swear! I just need one more high and I’ll be fine. I’ll do anything.” Under the blanket Spencer had subconsciously started scratching at his bicep.

“You don’t need it man, it’s all in your head.” Luke tried to calm him.

“What do you know? You’re not a drug addict! You don’t know what it’s like!” He grinded his teeth while picking at his skin furiously. “What do you want, money? I have money.”

“Reid, I do not want your money.” 

“Sex? I can suck a dick real good.” 

Luke blushed immediately and averted his gaze from Spencer’s. 

“S-Spencer I-“

“Fuck!” He suddenly yelped in pain and Luke’s eyes darted back to him. 

He quickly pulled the sheet down a little to reveal Spencer’s bicep. He’d dug his nails deep into his skin and gouged out a chunk of flesh. 

Luke grabbed some tissues from the box and held them to his bleeding wound. 

“That’s what I do when I can’t get high.” Spencer spoke through his tears. “I hurt myself. And you better fucking believe if I stay sober long enough…I will kill myself, Luke.” 

“Reid.” Luke’s eyes glossed over. “Please don’t say that.”

“What? It’s true.” Spencer sniffed. “I was barely holding it together while I was on drugs. If I’m off them I’m not going to survive.” 

“Yes you will. It’s not going to be easy but you can do this, I know you can. You’re Spencer fucking Reid, you can do anything.” Luke dabbed at his wound until the bleeding had slowed down. “I think you should get some rest now though. Sleep through the worst of it.”

“My mind is wide awake.” Spencer shook his head, covering himself up to his neck with the sheet again. 

Luke kept an eye on him this time, making sure there wasn’t any unwarranted movement under the blanket to suggest he was picking his skin again. 

“You need to stop giving her space in your head. She’s living there rent free, dude.” 

“Who?” Spencer’s eyebrows knitted into a frown. 

“I can only assume Cat Adam’s?” 

Spencer groaned at the sound of her name. But it hadn’t been Cat plaguing him this time. 

“No, that’s not who I was thinking about.” He shook his head. 

Judging by the look that spread across Luke’s features Emily had already told him about his asking after you. 

Spencer was prepared to be lied to again. But unlike Emily and her unwavering poker face, Spencer could see through Luke like he was made of glass. 

“I uh…”

“Luke, I need to ask you about Y/N.” 

Thankfully for Luke and unluckily for Spencer, no sooner were the words out of his mouth when the door opened. 

Doctor Delaney smiled but it quickly vanished when he saw Spencer was unrestrained. 

“I told you he’s not supposed to be unrestrained. I told you what happened yesterday.” He spoke to Luke as though Spencer couldn’t hear him.

“Sorry, he wanted to get dressed and I…” he trailed off when Delaney gave him a look like a strict parent. “Sorry.” 

“Spencer, I need to restrain you again.” 

“No.” Spencer whined like a child, wrapping his arms around himself. “I’m not going to hurt myself.” 

Luke couldn’t help the guilty look that spread to his face and Delaney picked up on it. 

“What was that? Did something happen?” He looked between Spencer and Luke. 

Spencer shot Luke daggers from his eyes but Luke knew he couldn’t lie to the doctor. It was in Spencer’s best interest. 

“He uh…he was picking at his arm.” Luke scuffed his toe on the floor and Spencer practically growled. 

“Some friend you are.” He spat, burying deeper under the sheet. 

“Spencer I need to see.” 

“No.” Spencer growled again. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t realise I was doing it.” 

He instantly knew that made it even worse. If he was subconsciously hurting himself, he was definitely getting restrained. 

“Spencer, let me see your arm. Please?” Delaney put his hand on Spencer’s shoulder, causing the other man to yelp as though he’d been burned. 

“Don’t touch me!” He yelled. 

“Spencer, please.”

“No!” He screamed. “Don’t touch me!” 

Suddenly he flung his arms out from under the sheets and violently grabbed Doctor Delaney by the biceps. 

“How do you like it? People grabbing you without your permission! How do you like it?” He was practically foaming at the mouth, like a wild animal. 

Delaney was able to free one arm while Spencer frantically shook him, his nails digging into his white coat. 

He fished in his pocket for the syringe without Spencer noticing. 

“Mister Alvez, I’m sorry to have to ask this of you but please can you restrain him?” 

“Don’t fucking touch me, Luke! I swear to god!” Spencer spat, still gripping the Doctor. 

Luke was, in a word, terrified. 

He’d never seen Spencer like this before and it was horrifying to witness. 

But he needed to help him. And to do that he needed to get him off the doctor. 

“I’m sorry, man.” Luke shrugged before roughly gripping Spencer’s shoulders and pulling him off the Doctor. 

Spencer kicked and screamed and tried to attack Luke but Luke was much stronger. He managed to hold Spencer down by his shoulders while Delaney took hold of his wrist. 

“You mother fucker! I won’t forgive you for this Alvez! Fuck you!” Spencer screamed, the look in his eyes was maniacal. 

“I’m sorry, Spencer.” Luke muttered as he watched the Doctor prick Spencer’s arm with the needle. 

He plunged the needle containing the heavy duty sedative and within seconds, Spencer stilled and his eyes fell shut. 

A few tears had fallen from Luke’s eyes and he was quick to wipe them on the sleeve of his shirt. 

“I’m sorry you had to witness that. I don’t like having to resort to sedation, I’d much rather get all drugs out of his system than to put more in but in some cases…”

“It’s ok doc, I understand.” Luke nodded sadly. “How long will he be out for?”

“A few hours at least.” Doctor Delaney took one of Spencer’s limp wrists and shackled it back in the restraint. 

“I should go and check in with my team.” 

“Good idea.” He moved around the bed to work on the other arm. 

Before Luke reached the door, he spoke again.

“I can assure you this is the best place for him, Mister Alvez. We’ll take care of him here. He’ll be ok, he just needs time.” 

Luke nodded and sniffed back any more tears that might fall. Taking one last look at a strangely peaceful looking Spencer, he left the room, praying for his friend's recovery. 

***

Spencer had had guns pointed at him more times than he could count. Staring down the barrel of a gun had never scared him, not even before his crippling depression took route. 

It wasn’t so often he found himself staring down the barrel of multiple guns however. 

“Each gun has one bullet in.” His father smirked at him, finger curling around his trigger. 

“How lucky are you feeling?” Gideon spoke up from William’s left, pointing his own gun. 

“Eight guns. Eight bullets. One of those has got to blow those big beautiful brains out.” Diane Turner was behind him, he didn’t need to look to know she was also holding a gun. 

“Not so big and beautiful now though are they?” Lionel Wilkins chuckled. 

“Oh god no, all those drugs would have turned it to mush.” Lila laughed too. 

“The real question is, which one of us is going to get to the lucky shot?” Owen Savage’s thick southern drawl entered his ears. 

“Oh I do hope it’s me!” Cat giggled. 

“Only one way to find out.” Benjamin Cyrus cocked his gun. 

He was in the middle of a nondescript room with the eight ghosts from his past circling around him. 

One by one they were going to take their shots and no doubt one would come out victorious with Spencer’s blood on their hands. 

“Any last words, son?” William was still smirking at him. 

“You should all know by now, I’m not scared of dying.” Spencer scoffed, folding his arms over his chest.

“It’s different though. You’re happy to take your own life but if one of us was to be the one to end it…” Wilkins spoke. 

“You’re already dead so I don’t see any eventuality where I’m going to be scared of you.” Spencer turned to face the guard who had made his life hell at Milburn. 

The guard who’d gotten Cat pregnant with a baby she pretended was Spencer’s. 

The guard who Lindsay had shot and killed. 

Wilkins grinned wildly at him and then without hesitation, pulled the trigger. 

Spencer closed his eyes but nothing happened. 

Dodged one bullet. 

“Me next.” Gideon chimed in and Spencer turned to face him. “You’ve always been a pain in my ass kid.” 

Spencer watched his finger tighten on the trigger and heard the click. 

He closed his eyes again, but once more nothing happened. 

“Who’s next?” He goaded them. 

“Me! Please let it be me!” Diane jumped up and down with excitement. 

“Take your best shot.” Spencer shrugged and once again closed his eyes as her finger coiled around the trigger. 

This time right after he heard the click he was sent flying by the impact of a bullet hitting him square in the chest. 

He fell to the floor, hands flying to where blood was spilling out of his chest. 

But there was no pain. Spencer felt nothing.

He looked up at Diane from the floor, a menacing smile on his face. 

“Can’t kill what’s already dead.” He taunted her, hands coated with warm, viscous blood. 

“Should we tell him now?” Lila looked around at the other faces still encircled around him. 

“Oh please let me do the honours!” Cat clapped her hands together. 

“You’ve tortured him enough, let someone else have a turn.” Cyrus scolded her. 

“It’s my turn.” Savage stepped closer to Spencer who was still on the ground. 

“You want to hurt me? I helped you!” Spencer spat at the young boy. 

“You should have let me kill them all.” Savage scoffed. 

To Spencer’s surprise, he holstered his weapon and then clicked his fingers. 

And out of thin air, like the goddamn angel you were, you appeared at Owen’s side. 

He wrapped his arm around your throat, his forearm pressing heavily on your windpipe. 

“Ohh you get to watch another woman you love get her brains blasted out.” Diane cheered. 

“Spencer!” You cried. “Spencer, don’t let them kill me!”

Spencer jumped to his feet, ignoring the blood still pooling from his chest. 

“Don’t you dare.” He snarled at Owen who had now unholstered his weapon again and was holding the barrel to your temple. 

“Spencer!” You were sobbing in fear. 

“Please, I’ll do anything you want. Please just don’t hurt her.” Spencer held his hands up in surrender. 

“You can’t save her.” A voice whispered from behind him and he spun around to come face to face with another ghost from his past. 

Maeve was being held by an arm around her neck also and a matching gun to her head; only the gun belonged to his father. 

“You can’t save her.” She repeated with a sad smile. “Just like you couldn’t save me.”

“Oh he can save one of you.” Cat stepped forward, arms folded across her chest. “He has to choose. Maeve or Y/N.” 

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” Spencer spat at her, half tempted to wrap his hands around her throat and watch her choke to death. 

“We’ve already established that, Spencie.” She spoke in that sickly sweet tone he hated so much. “You claimed both Maeve and Y/N to be, and I quote, ‘the love of your life’. But you can only have one. So choose.” 

“That’s not fair.” Spencer was suddenly crying. 

He was still bleeding profusely, all over his clothes and on the floor. But that didn’t matter. 

“Life isn’t fair.” William spat now. “If it was, do you think I would have chosen to have a schizophrenic wife and a know-it-all son?” 

“Spencer, please!” You begged, your voice choked with a sob as Owen tightened his hold on you. 

“It really is a Sophie’s choice.” Cyrus grinned. “I mean one of them is already dead, and the other…”

“The other what?” Spencer snarled. 

“Oh Spencie, those drugs really did do a number on that brain, didn’t they.” Cat chucked. 

“What are you talking about?” He frowned at her but she simply shrugged, offering him a tight lipped smile. 

He turned back to where Owen had been holding you at gunpoint only to find you gone. Vanished as if in a puff of smoke. 

“Oh poor Spencer. He’s really lost his mind hasn’t he?” Maeve spoke again and when he turned back to her she was free of his fathers clutches. 

And she was pointing a gun right at him. 

“Maeve, w-what are you doing?” He stuttered as more tears fell. 

“Call it a mercy killing.” She stepped a little closer. “You know when a horse breaks its leg and you have to put it out of its misery? Or when a dog is really sick? It’s the right thing to do.” 

She came close until the barrel of the gun was pressed between his eyes. 

“It’s the right thing to do.” She repeated and then her finger curled around the trigger and sent a bullet flying into his brain.

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Pretty little thing, (II)

Warnings : this series will be filled with Adult content, upcoming smut, murder, psychotic behaviors, dark kinks, traumatic events, manipulation, gaslighting, and isolation, interrogations, Daddy issues, abusive parents, blood, Spencer Reid x Unsub!Reader.

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MASTERLIST.

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like i’m a flower,

that’ll rot at a speed of light,

like i’m a ripe peach,

that’ll bruise in the daylight.

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“Y/N Y/l/N put your hands on the air and hand us your weapon!”

Y/N’s brain thrummed against her skull, her lips quivered as she laughed loudly at the situation she was under, her hands up after she has tossed her gun and knife, turning around with knuckles all bloodied and face tear stained with angry red splotches— the sight truly psychotic.

“You’re making the biggest fucking mistake, Professor.” She chuckled, head tilting to the side at the gun cocking beside her head. Her eyes never leaving Spencer’s as Luke cuffed her scarred wrists behind her break and guided her outside of the house to the police car.

Spencer watched as she continued laughing from inside the car, her eyes never leaving his as his eyes stayed with hers. “She’s truly a narcissist huh?” He was blurred out of his thoughts by JJ’s voice beside him, His brain can’t seemed to let go of her voice chanting ‘mistake’ over and over inside his head.

“Spence?” JJ tapped his shoulder, jolting him from his mindless thoughts of a girl, the girl he arrested, the girl in the car, the girl who killed so many others, the girl who worked with cat, the girl— that looked innocent.

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He stared at her through the window pane, he saw her bandaged knuckles, her head hung low and the wrist twisting around the cuffs. The more Spencer looked at her, the more he connected the dots, the more her remembered every foggy memories that surrounded her, every time cat mentioned her name before.

“Y/l/N isn’t dumb Spencie—“ Cat rolled her eyes, “She’s quite smart actually, when i’m dead she wouldn’t dare to betray me. do you know why?” She challenged, licking her lips in a cocky manner,

“Tell me.”

“Because i live inside her, every time she breathes it’s because i allow it— even after i’m dead, she’ll keep doing what she does best, killing our fathers.”

Our fathers,

Our fathers,

“Our fathers.” Spencer blurted out suddenly, alerting Emily who was about to stepped into the interrogation room. “What?”

“Our fathers, that’s what cat said when i visited her last to talk about Y/N.” He whispered the last part, still unable to connect all the dots. It’s like when it comes to Y/N, he freezes, he stopped breathing, his mind stopped thinking. Its like he had known her for so long— that she was someone special to him.

“Let me talk to her..” He pleaded, fingers gripping the door tightly— eyes begging Prentiss to just let him talk to her. “Spencer you’re—“

“Conflict of interest, yes but i— i know her better than anyone here okay, give me a chance. She trusted me more because she knows me.” Emily’s eyes switched between Spencer’s and Rossi’s, looking for the best decision. “You know the protocols, just get her to talk, if things get difficult in there i won’t hesitate to pull you out of this case.” She stated firmly giving the files over to Reid, which he thanked her for, before stepping into the room.

———

Y/N felt him before even seeing him, she felt the warmth of his presence before she even had the knowledge of touching him— his body heat. Yet, Y/N knew it was him, he’s here with her. She kept her head low, closing her eyes tightly as she felt the low rumble of his voice as he sat down on the opposite chair.

“Hello, Y/N.”

She smiled, the sound of her name— her real name rolling from his tongue brought her some peace and quiet. Stopping her raging mind from all the torture she endured. It was 5 seconds of heaven, she concluded.

“Y/N, I’m—“

She giggled before he even muttered a third word, she giggled loudly but her head kept hanging down, she could already paint his expression inside her mind— she had studied him in great details for years, she knew every twitch of his face without even looking at him, like it was imprinted deep in the core of her memory.

“Is there something funny?”

He used that tone, the tone that made her shivered whenever he uses them on class, when he had scolded her because she was late, when he corrected her because she ‘accidentally’ did all her homework wrong. The very same tone she adored, that made her nerves twitched and seared her core. So she shrugged, licking her lips as if he could see her.

“Y/N Y/l/N, born November 17th 1985, only daughter of Amethyst Ren who died giving birth to her, and William—“

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Her head snapped, looking at him with a sharp glare— a glare so sharp that it could cut through the glass. Spencer remained calm as he sees the way her fingers twitching together, and her skin on her wrist digging painfully against the cuffs.

“Be careful not to hurt yourself, as i was saying.. William Y/l/N who was a—“

“Fucking stop.” Her skin digs through the cuffs painfully as tears spilled out of her eyes— her tone was raging with anger.

Reid looked at her briefly before continuing with a straight face, trying so hard not to show any emotions, “A local businessman, apparently he raised Y/N—“

“You have a fucking death wish, Professor.” The blood dripped onto the interrogation table as the sharp cuffs nicked the skin, her legs bounced hard against the desk, a sign of agitation and pent up frustration.

“He raised Y/N dutifully and he—“

“He was an abusive fucking prick, who destroyed my life.” Y/N screamed loudly, her hand banging the table as Emily marched in to the room, trying to pull Spencer out, “Reid, out.” She said sternly but Spencer refused.

“He was a fucking coward, do you know what he did, professor? he broke me— damaged me into this this fucking monster” Y/N let out a sinister smile as she fought through the sobs, “My mother— my mother, he killed my mother. He killed her because do you know what men like him wants? what gets him off, professor? some young girl to torture,” She’s full on laughing now as she stopped the bounce on her knees and stilled completely,

“My mother was his precious girl, yet she’d grown too old so- so then he had me— and it was time for her to go.” She tilted her head to the side, “I was perfect for him, his personal punching bag..” Y/N closed her eyes briefly before opening them again and smiled sweetly at Spencer and Emily, “I never killed anyone, not once, i might be insane— might thought about killing, but there’s only one person i want to kill, and i haven’t gotten the chance yet.” She leaned in closer to Spencer as her waist bent over the table,

“I’m not Cat, Professor. I’m smarter than her, you know that. She thought she manipulated me, made me her personal clean up puppet. But, look at us now— she’s underground and i’m up here with her favorite man.” Y/N bit her lips, eyes pierced at Spencer’s “If you want to Arrest me, arrest me. But you know damn well, i’m just an innocent and beaten up daddy’s girl. My hands are clean.” She sat back down as her eyes flicked to Emily and smiles sweetly,

“I want a lawyer, please and thank you.”

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“We’ve got enough evidence to arrest her, her fingerprints was all over Cat’s victims.” JJ voice rang through the room as the others kept on discussing about Y/N lawyering up,

“Yeah, but why is she lawyering up now? she knew about the evidence, she left them on purpose at the latest crime scene 2 years ago.” Rossi said, his eyes trailed over to Spencer who hasn’t said much after the interrogation room, eyes glued to her file and seemingly deep in thought.

“Right, it doesn’t make sense. She could’ve stayed hidden if she wanted to— she managed to do that all this time. Why expose herself to Spencer now?” Tara chimed in, head shaking at the puzzle thats in front of them, confusing each and every one of them. Whilst Spencer’s eyes blinked repeatedly as he remembered, the words that left Y/N’s lips,

“My hands are clean.”

“You know that, Professor.”

“Beaten up Daddy’s girl,”

“Daddy’s girl.”

“She never killed anyone.” The table went silent as he spoke up, his eyes darted to the picture of William on the board then back to his team,

“Spencer—“ JJ was about to cut him off before he murmured,

“The reason why she exposed herself now is because she found her ultimate target, the one she has been after all these years, she was right— she’s way too smart to fall into anyone’s game even Cat’s. I’ve seen her ability enough times to know how observant and smart she is combined with the fact that She has managed to stay hidden all these years when Cat was too unstable to see through my lies when i arrested her,

That’s why we never found any evidence except the fingerprints— we profiled that this splatter of blood..” He pointed to the picture on the board and took a deep sigh “was an act of someone cleaning up, all of the murder site said the same things about her fingerprints— clean up.” He finishes, whispering the last word.

Spencer looked up to see his teammates all shocked, especially JJ who has her palm on top of his shoulder trying to say something but clearly couldn’t, then his eyes flicked to Emily as she stood and walked over to him,

“It’s not impossible.” She stated, leaning into the table as she used her palm to support her body, “Emily—“ It was Alvez this time whom raised the doubt,

“No i mean think about it, The blood, the way she stayed hidden and her sudden appearance, her behaviors— we profiled her as the exact epitome of Cat Adams but what if that was only her cover up. If she was truly a narcissistic psychopath she wouldn’t have the ego to deny any of the murders— she would be proud of it. What if, all these time we weren’t looking for a killer, but the misunderstood puppeteer?” Emily grabbed a photo of her and placed it on the table,

“Well then who’s her actual target?” Penelope bit her lip nervously as Spencer placed a photo of,

“William Y/L/N, her father.” Next to her’s.

“Garcia—“

“On it!”

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700 Followers Celebration🎉

I have no idea how all of you got here but I am sooo grateful! 🖤😁

I have never done one of these before but here we gooo

Send me an ask with one or more of the following. I am pretty slow so it might take up to a week to get your ask answered, sorry! Anons welcomed for the everyone section. ily all ❤️️🖤

Everyone:

🎵 - song recs for every letter of your name (include in ask if it’s not in your bio) but mid-2000 emo kid edition.

📚 – an ao3 CM fic rec (include pairing/trope or it will just be one of my favs)

🧠 – CM headcanon (can be specify)

⛅ - a picture of the sky that I took on my crappy iPhone 6

🧐 - ask me anything and I will answer it

Mutuals:

📺 – a gif/gif set for a specific scene or character for you to save and use without crediting me (not all gifs come out in good quality, but I will try)

✏️ - a horrible doodle of a CM character/pairing (of your choosing) drawn in Microsoft paint

☕ - A story of something odd/funny/dramatic that has happened to me

🔥 - a drabble from this prompt list or any prompt really 

Thank you too all of your lovely people that choose to follow my Criminal Minds hyperfixation, dark fanfics and mediocre gifs 😂🖤

Tagging some moots under the cut  🥰️

@soblonde1202-blog, @makaylajadewrites, @kenni-woodard, @ssa-sarahsunshine, @m0thg1rl, @black-polarf, @suburban--gothic, @spencie-adams, @sadspencer, @oliverbrnch, @spencer-reids-hands, @garcias-bitch, @goobzoop, @lilibee, @reidology, @spencers-renaissance, @honeyharreh, @xogublerxo, @iamalystark, @heavenlydevil, @sparklinspence ahhh there are so many of you lovely peoples that I want to tag but I think I will stop at 21 ❤️️

#700 celebration #😭🖤

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Rejected Requests Part 9

Hello everyone! I am unfortunately back with another set of Rejected Requests (Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6 , Pt 7 , Pt 8 , Pt 9 , Pt 10)

I understand this is very disappointing for many of you (especially those that have been waiting for a long time). I promise it has nothing to do with you, and mostly it’s just because my brain has decided it doesn’t want to cooperate.

I will post the rejected fics below the cut. I want to give you the opportunity to ask another Writer (check the list of Writers currently seeking requests here! It's been recently updated!) For some, I’ve already allowed another author to take a whack at it, and I’ll link to them below!

Here is the list for anyone who might want to pursue the request with someone else, or for any writers that are looking for inspiration.

wrote a Garcia/Reader fic for the second request, which can be read here: Sweeter Than You. Hi friend! I only write for Spencer and Other MGG Characters, so I cannot help you with these requests. That being said, the wonderful@spencers-beanbag

Feel free to request more Garcia fics from her ☺️

Honestly, I just don't see myself getting to this for a while. If anyone wants to write Raymond and is up for a challenge, I can tell you the plan I originally had for this (just DM me!)

Otherwise, check out Not Just a Ghost Hunter by @reidgraygubler !

Honestly, I have a WIP for something similar that is firmly on the backburner. Because of that, I want to give you a chance to ask someone else. But just so you know for the future, the WIP is titled "Parasthesia."

Also, there is a fic you might be interested in on AO3 by idmakeitbehave (Revelations in Reverse).

I still have a WIP that I'll probably write that was intended for this request (Palmistry). However, it's a very short blurb, and upon review I see it's pretty divorced from your request. So, I wanted to give you a chance to ask someone else to write it. I agree with you 100%, though.

This is a SUPER unpopular opinion, but I am decidedly not a fan of enemies to lovers, unfortunately. The closest to this that I have is Opposing Counsel. I also have Study Sessions in my WIPs, which is Prof!Reid/Student!Reader. It's pretty similar, and I was planning on lumping this request into it!

That being said, there are dozens of super popular enemies to lovers fics in this fandom. If anyone wants to self-promote their work in the comments, please do so!

I love this idea, but just couldn't find the motivation for it. That being said, my friend @spenciegoob said they wanted to write it! I fully trust them, and I can't wait to see what they come up with!

Sorry, I've never seen Gossip Girl. But this is really a great request regardless.

Hi friend! I actually have one (Body of a Goddess). Otherwise, I try to avoid any fic where Reader has a specific trait.

@spencers-beanbag and @aperrywilliams both said they'd be up for it, though, if you wanted to message a request to one of them!

@spencie-adams said they would like to write this! If I wrote it, it would've only been a very basic blurb quite some time from now, so I think it would better to leave it to her! ☺️

I couldn't come up with anything here I was inspired to write. But it's only because I really struggle with writing Insecure!Reader. It's one of my least favorite tropes in fandom, so I avoid it most of the time.

That being said, I'm certain a LOT of people would relate to this and want to read it. I'm also sure there are probably at least some stories like this already out there. So I hope you find someone!

This is where I out myself as having never really read or watched Shakespeare... Oops. That being said, @clean-bands-dirty-stories said that he would write this request! I hope you enjoy!

That’s it for now, folks! If you’ve read this far… Thank you!

Sorry for all of you that I denied, but I hope that this clears you to ask some of the other authors here!

Thank you for your support. I appreciate all of you more than I can explain!

#rejected #rejected requests #spencer reid request #oops i was meant to post this ages ago #im so sorry its literally been in my drafts instead of my queue #i need to sleep lmao

[sasarahsunshine]

Sarah's 400 Follower Celebration

You guys! I am so beyond grateful for every single one of you, and I can't even begin to describe how much it means to me that you're all here, experiencing this crazy thing called life with me! I am so blessed to be your friend <3

So, to say thank you, we're going to have a celebration! From now (April 28th) until May 5th (next Wednesday) you guys can send me as many of the following emojis as you want!

Thank you again for following me. You all make this blog what it is, truly <3

For Everyone: (anon or not)

🌸 - Tell me your favorite color and I'll make you a mood board!

🧁️ - Tell me who your favorite CM ship is, and I'll create 3-5 headcanons/concepts for them! (excludes toxic ships). Tell me if you want fluff, smut, or a mix of the two!

🍓 - Share your favorite fic with me! Whether your own, or one you really want to have more recognition! I'll read it and then post my opinions on it!

🌺 - Tell me your favorite character and I'll make a bad doodle of them!

For Moots:

🎶 - I'll create a small playlist of five songs that remind me of you!

💒 - CYMA (make sure it's SFW and appropriate please)

🌷 - I'll handwrite a letter for you! Because I love you!

💗 - I'll write a drabble based on this prompt list. Please list the ship/pairing you want! (Will do OC's, won't do reader insert).

Tagging: @wonderlandhatter @dralexreid @makaylajadewrites @tobias-hankel @ssa-natalya-reid @ssa-noa @ssa-m-187 @garcias-bitch @goobzoop @sparklinspence @softhairedhotch @ssahotchswife @luvofyourlifeliv @morceid @laurnrnlds @willowrose99 @morcias @ropoto @sp3mily @alltooreid @reidsnose @altsvu @masterwords @whump-town @hqtchner @oliverbrnch @codeandcreativity @enbyfaerie @wheelsup @spencie-adams @spencehotchner @kenni-woodard

If I didn't tag you, but we're moots, you can still do the moots emojis! <3

#Sarah's 400 Follower Celebration #400 followers #Celebrate with me!

[jessefandomunited]

This day was going to be perfect- Part 4

OooOOoo it’s getting good now folks! hope you enjoy 

-warning F bomb and some fighting in this one-

~When the reader , who’s had a long time crush on Spencer, finds out Cat Adams is getting out of Prison on parole and wanting to talk to Spencer, she can’t help but be a bit suspicious.~

This fic was inspired by the song “ This day is going to be perfect” - MLP. enjoy

tag list: @raggabashie

I was going over to Cat’s place to kind of finalize the things with her. While I have been planning this I wanted to stay away from her as long as I could but with the Wedding this weekend I really couldn’t say I was sick and do skype calls anymore. Pulling up to her house gave me this overwhelming feeling of dread, I just didn’t trust her, as much as I wanted to for Spencer's sake I just couldn’t. I wanted to tell the rest of the team my feeling but apparently that dinner made all of them Cat appreciators , maybe something happened after I left. Either way I was just wanting to get in give her all the additional stuff I haven't given her and tell her the new things that I found since the last time we spoke and get out. It was all nicely organized in a binder so this meeting could be quick and efficient. I was about to knock on the door when I heard Cat talking . These houses had small closed off yards it wasn’t big but it had a gate that hid me enough so I could listen in on her conversation.  “ Yes everything is going fine,” She said in a whisper, I had to strain to hear. In fact, because it was so quiet, I got out my phone on impulse and started filming. If anything I could raise the volume and catch more of the conversation. “The stuff you gave me works like a charm he doesn't even seem to notice it anymore.” That didn’t sound right, I bit my lip and tried to quiet my rapid breathing. “ He’s gone getting things ready for this weekend, I think he’s getting his suit, only that stupid friend of his is coming over today, honestly I could spray her too but what’s the point she’s been suspicious of me since the start at this point he believes anything I say and when it comes time I stop giving it to him , he’ll look around and see everything he has lost and you will get your revenge.” My mind started firing on all cylinders currently there was one person and one person only who not only had a collection of mind altering drugs but was out to destroy each of our teams lives, Scratch. How he got in contact with Cat I wasn’t sure, but I was mad. I turned off the recording and put it in my bag before marching up to the door and knocked so hard my knuckles hurt. I should have just turned and ran but I wanted to tell her to her face that I was going to stop her at all cost, Spencer had been though enough. The door opened and Cat knew that something was very wrong. I slammed the binder on the floor and yelled, “ WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE FOOLING, I HEARD EVERYTHING !” She didn’t even look phased and smirked, “ Oh did you now, whatever will I do.” “ You’re going to leave Spencer alone and go back to prison where you belong,” I hissed. “ You know that’s not very nice for someone whos suppose to be Spence’s best friend,” She pouted ,” Do you know how much he talks about you?Honestly too much, are you maybe a bit upset he chose me over you, that’s really got to hurt, were you too shy to share your feelings, oh boo hoo, too late.” I couldn’t breath I was so mad I was shaking more and more and finally in a fit of rage I shoved her to the ground, “ I know you’re working with Scratch don’t lie to me !” She looked up indifferent ,” what if I was what’s it to you, do you maybe have feeling’s for little Spency? That’s just soooo cute isn’t it.” “ SHUT UP,” I yelled , I wanted to punch her so bad I was getting flashbacks of when I was bullied in highschool, I couldn’t cry not now and I couldn’t break I had to get out of here. “ Hit me , come on you coward , how can you even claim to be his best friend if you can’t even defend him,” She jeered . Without thinking I fell to my knees and punched her she didn’t stop and merely laughed at me. I continued blind furious my hand missing most times and just hitting the wood floor but I landed a few good blows. However after a few minuets I felt myself being dragged back by someone. “ LET ME GO,” I yelled, “ She’s trying to hurt Spence...” I looked up to see Spencer was the one hauling me away and all the color drained from my face. She must have called him when she heard me knocking. “ What is going on, WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING HER, I thought you were my friend why are you punching the one woman I love more that anything,” He said with more rage I had ever seen in him. Tears were pouring down my face now and I stammered, “ she’s tricking you it’s Scratch and her they’re trying to ruin your life.” Spencer shook his head, a look of disgust on his face, “ I can’t believe you would stoop this low, I know you were suspicious of her but this is insane. “ “ Spencer listen to me please she’s really tricking you please, please listen to me,” I begged as he began pushing me out the door. “ I think we’re done here, get out, we are no longer friends in fact, don’t even bother coming to the wedding,” He said it in a robotic tone, he didn’t mean it, he couldn’t , this wasn’t him. “ Spence,” I whimpered, but the door slammed and I was left alone. I stumbled over and sat next to my car, crying my eyes out. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, my best friend is being drugged and he’s about to make the biggest mistake of his life. I did some deep breathing but I was still shaking more than ever. I knew I needed to send that video to the team I needed to let them know but as I went to grab my phone, I was knocked out from behind.

#Criminal Minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader