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“Hello Hello? Is this Y/N? Ah yes well you have been promoted to the superstar daycare pick-up department!”, with those words your entire work routine was changed. You were exhausted and one of your colleagues noticed.

“Wanna have a sleepover?”, he smiled with the starrays sticking out of his metallic head. “I don’t see why not!”, you said but little did you know that the plans of a simple sleepover would have a dirty turn, planned by the one and only, Sundrop!

The day started early, 05:30AM to be exact. You were not a morning person, but the Mega Pizzaplex employees didn’t care. With no rooms to protest you would be moved into the Superstar Daycare Pick-Up area. You know… where all the kids scream and ramble, get hurt which follows with them crying, useless complains being filed because of a scraped knee here and there-

It’s been about two weeks since your promotion and you are exhausted. More than ever! Waking up at five, getting ready and then driving to the establishment was acceptable. But fixing every single little bug was not. God wouldn’t even know how many things you have fixed in there. With kids running, jumping and hanging all over their area, there were more things to fix than in Monty’s personal room.

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Upon entering the daycare you heard the daily strech of the animatronic. You’ve always wondered how he takes care of so many kids at once. Even admired it sometimes. But mostly you chill in a small room made for employees to take their breaks in. The times for breaks were:

‘Now —until— somthing breaks — back to the break — repeat’

Looking over you saw the sun-representing robot waving at you. You waved back and saw him do his daily dive into the pit. You had about 5 minutes left until these doors would open at 6AM and the children will enter like a tsunami! Once the robot had disappeared into the ballpit you looked around for any obvious damage. Apparently the owners of this place are VERY strict when it comes ro fixing stuff.

Talking about fixing stuff; you were also allowed to fix Sundrop due to the other worker, that used to do it, quitting. You sometimes felt bad for waiting for him to break, but you were just so interested in his AI that you cannot help yourself!

But after finding everything to be in place you slowly walked up to the red fence next to the slide. “Sunny?”, you called him by his nickname. Immediately you saw his head spring up and stick out of the colorful balls that surrounded him. He looked you with his head turned. You pointed your finger at the few balls that have escaped the pit from his sudden movement. The animatronic immediately jumped out to place them back inside, yet he kicked out more with set jump. You quietly laughed at his freak-out over some balls.

The Daycare was somehow the most populated, but also the most cleanest at the same time. You found it kind of freakish. Yet the most freakish thing in this room was the animatronic. On the rare occasion that the Daycare would be empty, he’d walk around to seek your attention. Last time you were just reading something on your phone and after looking up your phone cracked a bit as it fell to the floor. The Sun-robot was starring at you through the small window that the employee lounge had. For once he wasn’t slumped and was standing straight, not moving a muscle… wheel? Springlock? You didn’t know…

That day was the creepiest of all up until now, yet not the only one. Once all of the balls were back in their place, the door behind you slammed open. “Y/N!! Get ready for your personal hell! You got one minute!”, a voice yelled. You immediately remembered the voice to be of the night guard, Vanessa. She was always kind enough to remember you a minute before opening that the kids will be dropped of shortly. You shouted a quick ’thank you’. Looking down into the pit of fun and kid-germs, the animatronic was already gone. He always went back up onto the high-hanging stage to jump down into the ballpit. He loves the way kids get entertained. Each and every time.

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You were sitting in the employee room, as usual, awaiting a complaint. With a sudden and very aggressive, continues knock to the door, you had every reason to believe that another child got hurt. You got up from your chair and went to opening the door.

Behind the door was a very angry mother, a child and most surprising- Sundrop. “Your stupid robot hurt my daughter!” At first you were confused because the animatronics, especially this one, are designed to be friendly all the way through. “May I ask you three to step inside? We can have a more private conversation in here.”, you asked the mother. She entered the room, yet didn’t forget to bump into your shoulder on her way in. The girl followed. Sundrop was staying outside. With a look saying ‘get in here’ he was the last one to enter before the door was closed.

You stood infront of the two customers, while the animatronic stood further behind them. “So mam, would you please explain to me how our animatronic hurt your child?” You were calm about this. Or as calm as you could be- “Well! That stinky robot just grabbed her and threw her in the air! That thing is insane! I deserve some kind of refund!!”, she shouted. You kneeled down a bit, leveling yourself with the child. “Hey! Did our daycare attend hurt you?”, you asked simply. The child nodded. “Would you like to tell me how?” “As I already sai-“, you interrupted the mother with a raise of your finger. Surprisingly it shut her up.

“Well- he grabbed me and- and he held me in the air! It was cool! But when I got back down I felt kind of sick-“ You nodded. Standing back up, you looked at your last witness.

“Sun did you mean to hurt the child?”

The animatronic shook his head with his arms held up innocently. “NONO! I would never! It is against company policy to damage our guests!!!”

“Are there perhaps any errors in your code?”

Sundrop answered honestly. “Why no there isn’t! I run a daily check and there is no error! Even now!”

You sighed and asked one last thing. “Alright- Could you tell me her information, mostly only the causes of our delama? The ones of her Daycare-Entery-Papers.”

“Can do!

Name: Emma. Janny. Watson. Age: 7 Illnesses: Allergy to pollen, a peanut allergy, no further illnesses noted”

You turned back to the mother and after a while of thinking you spoke up again. “Mam is there perhaps any kind of illness you forgot to tell the front desks about?” The woman looked a bit ashamed. “Why- there is a thing with her being afraid of heights… even just a few feet- it can make her sick-“

“Would you wait right here please?”, you asked calmly as you grabbed the phone that started to gather dust on the desk. After dialing a number you held it up to your ear. “Hello? Ah yes Mr. Afton! I am calling for some information”

“So what should one do if a child gets sick, but the reason as to why wasn’t listed on the entrance papers?”

“Aha… yes I understand… yes she’s totally fine now!… Alright! A wonderful day to you too sir!”

You turned around and repeated the words of your employer. “Due to the cause of illnesses not being listed on the required daycare-entery-papers, the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex company does not and cannot give any compensation nor refund of any kind. We apologize that you, as our customer, have had a troublesome experience yet wish you a great day regardless!” The mother looked furious and grabbed her child as she stormed off out of the employees only room. “Glad that’s over with-“

You looked over and saw the robot standing with his head low. He looked so sad- “Is everything alright buddy?”, you asked. The robots head rose and you somehow read the sadness on his face (?). “Do I stink Y/N?” “What? No! You smell even better then me!” (Which isn’t a big accomplishment seeing as you‘re already trough most of your shift) “But that woman said-“ “I do not care what the woman said! You’re beautiful Sun! The most beautiful animatronic to ever exist!”

Somehow the robot looked flustered. You held him by the sides of his head and kissed his temple. “Don’t let anyone tell you you’re worth anything less!”, you said before heading to the door. You just treated him like a child who stubbed his toe- perhaps you’ve been working for too long. But before your hand could get a hold of the doorknob, someone grabbed your wrist. “H-hey Y/N?” “What is it sunshine?” He twitched at the nickname. “Y-you know how the last mechanic in charge of me quit?” You nodded. “Yeah they put me in charge of you now!” “Well- would you lik- can you fix me? Please-“ “Oh gosh- of course! I’d be fired if I wouldn’t, but seeing how you work is way more interesting!!”, you smiled with a glint in your eyes.

“Get comfortable anywhere you want! I’ll go get the toolbox!” “You don’t need to-“, the animatronic said. “I think you can do this without them…”, Sundrop mumbled, now on the floor. “Alriigghht- So where does it hurt?”, you asked while kneeling on the floor infront of him thinking ‘if you can even feel pain-‘ A robot finger pointed down to the spot beneath his legs. “…under… under my pants…” Your face flushed at the thought that rushed through your head. You wanted to slap yourself for having such thoughts about a robot that is- technically also your coworker!

Your hands shivered as they moved to the top of his red and yellow striped pants. Quickly glancing up you saw that the animatronic was looking at your fingers as if he was completely fascinated by you. You swallowed the saliva that build up in your mouth and quickly pulled Sun’s pants down to his tights.

Relief spread through you as you saw that there wasn’t what you had hoped. But you were also just a little disappointed. “Where exactly does it hurt?”, you asked holding a finger a few centimeters above his supposed crotch. His right arm lifted from the floor and gently held yours. He guided your hand to the point your mind has hoped to touch before knowing there was nothing there. After he removed his hand you looked a little closer. There was a tiny imprint of a square. You looked up at Sundrop. His shoulders were tensed and he looked uncomfortable- as if there was something clamped or stuck. Like a wire for example.

Your hands glazed over the imprint. To your surprise the animatronic’s joints jerked. “Can you feel this?”, you asked. The animatronic nodded and let out a strangled yes. “m-mHHhm!” He was still looking down at you. Your head was so close to his crotch- he didn’t know why but it excited him in a strange way. You pressed down on the plate. Suddenly it wheeled back. But nothing else happened… Great. Now you were left with an animatronic that has a hole at his crotch. Looking up you saw that the animatronic had stopped looking at you. His head was laid back with a quiet static noise coming from his voicebox. Even better! A completely broken animatronic! Great job Y/N!

“Sunny? You still with me?”, you asked, moving your head up just a little. “S-stay there! We aren’t done yet…”, he grumbled. “Ahh- oh this feels go00oOdd~”, he practically moaned. You stayed with your head close to his now missing metalic plate. You were glad he was feeling better and was still running properly. Your eyes snapped back to the hole as you saw something move out of it. You did not know what to think- Because now there was a good 6.4 inch cock sticking out of the previous mystery hole.

The vile and dirty thought flooded back into your head again. “MhhH~” One side of your mind was fighting against it, but the other led your finger to slide along the base. The animatronic shivered, his body rising at the foreign touch. “Starlighhtt!”, Sundrop moaned out as you moved your palm around the appendage. You enclosed your fingers around his member. You moved your hand in rhythmic motions and watched him from down below.

Your mouth was drooling at the scene. With his cock mere inches away from your face, and his eyes struggling to keep their focus on you. Adding to that is the fact that there might still be customers and their children outside of this room. It made for the most erotic scene one could get from this establishment. The animatronics eyes were trying their best to focus on you but the pleasure was so undeniably great that his head was practically forcing itself to lay back.

With his dick so close to you, you took the moment his eyes were on you to lick a straight line from the bottom up. You sucked on the tip and tasted his liquid. It tasted sewet like apples yet the aftertaste was more lemon-flavored.

You once read in a manual that all of the animatronics had their own scented and flavored lubricant. Freddy had a flavor similar to brownies. Chica, of course had pizza, but surprisingly also bubblegum flavored cotton candy. The Daycare animatronic Sun had apple and lemon as a taste. The scent was a mixture of the two. You found that the night-time version of him had lemon and oranges as his flavor. You couldn’t find how the flavor changes in the same animatronic, but you did know that it was used for the oiling of hinges from the animatronics. If there happens to be a leak and children would lick the oil of of the animatronics, your boss would be in big trouble. So Afton Robotics made their lubricant edible.

‘Who would lick a robot??’, one might ask. Well it seems like you are. Your tongue tasted him. It’s like you are addicted to his flavoring. You thought ‘Is this how they change their oil?’. And after another glance up you swore to yourself that you’d change his oil anytime he wants.

Suddenly the animatronic twiches his body into a normal sitting position. Yet he still towered over you. You were a tad intimidated, yet more surprised as Sunny lifted you up. His hands were safely jammed into your armpits as he held you above his hips. He momentarily placed you on his knees. His hands moved down to your hips. Tugging on your pants, he slowly removed them together with your undergarment. Once he freed your legs from the tight uniform, he slid you down his thighs. Now you were sitting in his lap, with his cock being so close to entering you, yet keeping itself only rubbing against you from the outside.

„Mhh… please Sunny…“, you mumbled unconsciously. Without asking, probably because of his voicebox overheating, he moved you a bit and inserted his tip into your wet hole. You bit down on your hand to muffle your sounds. Sundrop on the other hand was letting out partially lagging growling. He sounded like he was in heaven. And like a YouTube video playing while one constantly holds the spacebar-

You wielded in pleasure as you lowered yourself halfway down his warm cock. Your hand rested on the animatronics shoulders. Your head was held low, panting out the hot breaths in your lungs. With your hips finally completely colliding with the others, your juices slowly started to drip down on Sunny. The robots hands held your hips in place. Your head looked back at him with a smile plastered all over your face. His eyes couldn’t choose between your beautiful face or the erotic scene below.

Sun’s hips slowly moved against yours, grinding his appendage into your hole. You mouthed a moan as he thrusted against you. Then again. Soon after your started bouncing on his cock, his hands sticking to your hips still. Your moans were still hitting the palm of your hand, but with the ever more erratic growing movements below, the hold that the other hand had on Sun’s shoulder was continuously getting more unstable.

“Ahh-!”, you moaned/screamed quietly as your hand slipped so that your chest fell onto the animatronic’s. Being as sweet as he is, even in this moment, Sundrop stopped your boths hips and whispered loudly. “Yeez- I’m sorry! A-are you o-ok?!” His voice still lagged to to his voicebox still being hot. He looked at your face, which was drooling onto his warm chestplate. You nodded, getting the drool all over your chin. Sun smiled (?) before continuing nicely thrusting his cock into you.

Now you were quietly moaning against the robots chest. Believe me- if he was capable of it, Sundrop would be drooling too. “Ahh~ mhh- i’m getting close-!”, you softly moaned against him. Sun was in absolute heaven. Your voice, your face, your tits pushing against his chest, the absolute grip you had on his beige colored cock- 10/10 in ratings!

Suddenly you felt another feeling from below. You stopped your thrust for just a moment. “Oh my gooaahd-!”, you moaned out -perhaps a bit to loud. Reason being that you felt Sunny’s pelvis vibrate right against your clit. Tactics changed. Now you were humping his vibrating crotch. The added pleasure almost made you cream his cock.

“Ahh~ I’m about to cum on your cock Sunny- would you want me to? Do you want me to cum on your big cock, Hmm?”, you quickly whispered against where a microphone of his is placed. Sun eagerly nodded in return. Juices were already collecting on the floor, yet there will be more in just a few thrusts. You knew that there would be a meeting about the suspicious puddle that the cleaning personal would need to clean up. But right now you only cared for Sundrop giving you every last drop of his ‘cum’.

You lifted your hips up till only his tip was inside of your wet hole. “Ready?”, you asked. Before you had gotten an answer you quickly dropped yourself onto hig cock. Then again. And by the third time you stayed down as the vibrations threw you overboard. Your hand quickly moved to your mouth to silence your moans. “A-hh!” But suddenly there was a second, louder moan filling the room. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the animatronic’s lemony juices fill up the entirety of your hole.

With the robot removing his cock from your hole, he witnessed all of his fluids dripping out of your hole. His face flushed (?) at the sight as he was so close to overheating.

Luckily your pants weren’t damaged- so after you cleaned yourself up and had gotten dressed you wanted to deal with the “the children-robot has his cock out”-problem. But as you’ve turned around you saw that the robot had disappeared. Running outside of the room, you saw the robot being back like normal. No cock. No no-pants. Playing with the kids. Having fun.

You slimed at the animatronic.

Maybe you do love him.

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THATS IT!!! ITS DONE- FINALLY! THE SEQUEL!!!!

Now it’s time to disappear againnn <3

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Careful - Chapter One

(Dad)Spencer Reid x (Mom)Fem!Reader

Chapter One: Over Yet

We can go farther, beyond the end.

Summary:

You and Spencer broke up more than four years ago. Since then, he has tried his best to forget about you. He has pushed all of his feelings down - locked them away into a little box that he never touches.

That is, until he sees your name on a list of potential victims being stalked and killed by a man who kills single mothers. (And he quickly realizes that your son could be his.)

Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Angst.

Word Count: 5,900

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Please keep in mind - I am not doing a taglist for this series, so please do not ask to be tagged in future parts. I do not do taglists. If you want to be notified when future parts of this fic are posted, you can follow this blog and turn on notifications here - I don't make personal posts on this blog, it is just pure posts of my fanfiction. Or you can subcribe on AO3 to get email notifications when this series is posted. You can also view the posting schedule on the series materlist and check @tenpintsof-sundrop for any information about possible changes to that schedule.

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: general warnings for a Criminal Minds episode - mentions of murder/killing, somewhat graphic descriptions of killing, somewhat graphic descriptions of dead bodies, the underlying misogyny that comes with a man killing women, mentions of children being orphaned due to their mothers being killed (though there is no mentions of other living family members taking care of those children - you can imaging that they still have nice families to take care of them if you want, I didn’t fill in that detail), mentions of children being in proximity of a serial killer; exes to lovers - the reader and Spencer broke up and the reason why will be revealed later; mentions of pregnancy/mentions of the reader having a child; mentions of sex that resulted in a child/pregnancy (there is no detailed sex scenes/detailed smut in this chapter, but there will be in other chapters); mentions of JJ x Will; the reader’s looks are described as vaguely as possible; passing mention of incest (in the context of a historical figure); all statements that Spencer makes toward the end of this chapter were heavily researched and are factual; I think that’s about it?

A/N: The reader and Spencer originally dated around Season 1/Season 2 - I state at some point during the fic that they dated for 3 years before breaking up, so they started dating when he was very early Season 1 baby Spence (or even before Season 1) and they broke up around Season 2. So technically this fic takes place around Season 6 - but because I didn't want to distract from the plot, I didn't mention any of the stuff going on with Emily or any of those major canon plot points, and I am using pictures of later versions of Spencer just because that's who I was picturing in my head while writing this. But that's how the math works out. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic!! This chapter is more of an introduction before we really get into the meat of things, but I still hope that you guys like it.

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The team had been in Portland for three days.

No leads, a confusing, inconsistent profile - huge pieces missing that would likely give them the real answers.

A patient killer with an extended timeline who likely wouldn’t kill again for months - leaving them chasing their tails, looking for answers.

“Okay, so, let’s take a step back.” Hotch sighed. “What do we know so far?”

He leaned against a nearby table, looking at everyone with the hope of reassessing the case from a different angle. The hope of talking it out to get some answers.

Another woman’s body had been found just before they arrived, and that would mean that the UnSub would be out hunting again soon. This was both good and bad.

Good, because the UnSub clearly had to spend a lot of time stalking his victims - he knew a lot of details of their lives, and he had spent a lot of time developing an intimate fantasy of being a part of their family in his mind. So he wouldn’t be killing again the next day. No woman was in immediate danger. It gave the team more time to find viable suspects.

Bad because they had no physical evidence, no good leads. And thus far, the profile was leading them nowhere. It felt incomplete.

They could find no real connections between the victims - their gyms, their banks, their childcare, their grocery stores. Somehow, the victims didn’t seem to have any crossover in their lives. There was no real way to say how the UnSub had met them. And someone like this - he would have interacted with them at least once in order to become obsessed and stalk them to this degree.

“Five women dead within the last three years.” Prentiss announced, starting to round up the facts that the team knew for certain. “All of them mothers, all with children under the age of five. All within the same ten square mile radius of Oregon, around Portland’s suburban neighborhoods.”

She slumped back into her chair with a tired huff, and then continued.

“The UnSub breaks into their homes through a backdoor or a back window, and somehow goes undetected in such an upscale neighborhood.” She sighed. “He kills the mothers, but he leaves their children alive. And then he calls 9-1-1 to report the death as a case of child neglect.”

“So he was likely neglected by his own mother in his childhood.” Morgan easily theorized.

“All of the victims upper-middle class, single mothers to one child with good jobs. All of them are of the same physical type.” Rossi added on. “They’re the same race, they have the hair color, they’re the same body type - all in their late twenties to early thirties. So the UnSub definitely has a type. He’s most definitely recreating a fantasy of some kind - perhaps taking out revenge on his own mother, but protecting himself. Which is why he never hurts the children.”

“Yeah, but the children are different.” Morgan replied. “Sometimes boys, sometimes girls. Some of them are biracial - he doesn’t look for a specific type in the father. He doesn’t necessarily need to see himself in the children.”

Then, as another thought occurred to him, Morgan continued on:

“Plus, the children’s ages vary from barely a year old all the way up to five - if he was looking to seek revenge on his mother, looking to protect a younger version of himself, then he would have locked in on a critical event that he needs to protect himself from. The age of the children would be more consistent, at least, because he would be looking to protect himself as he hits the age that he was most traumatized by a specific event.”

“That’s good.” Hotch nodded. “Then we know that it’s more about the mothers. He hates women at his core. Protecting the children is just a byproduct of his obsession over these women.”

“But we still have no clue how these women could be connected or how they met the UnSub.” Morgan replied, jaw stiff with frustration.

“Focus on what we do know.” Hotch reminded him.

“All of the women were killed via stabbing. They all had over a dozen stab wounds to their stomachs and genital areas.” Rossi replied. “So, he is an aggressive sexual sadist.”

“But if he hates women so much, why spend so much time in the house?” Morgan argued gently. “Every single one of these scenes has evidence that the UnSub spent hours - possibly up to a day in the house before he killed them. He cooked dinner, set the table, and made the women eat it before he killed them. Including a second place setting for a child. Some of the kids even said that ‘the scary man’ tucked them into bed and read them a story.”

He held up one of the crime scene photos that depicted the scene of the family’s place settings - a haunting scene of plates not cleaned up from dinner, with a flower vase sitting in the middle of the table with a few white flowers wilting inside of it.

“He’s right - why bother to show them the kindness of a last meal if he shows so much aggression toward them during the killing?” Prentiss added on.

“It’s a routine.” Hotch said, the thought suddenly occurring to him. “It’s likely that he chooses single mothers because he gets to play the role of the father. With the real father figure absent from the picture, it makes it easier for him to impose himself into that role. At least for a temporary amount of time.”

“It is strange.” Reid added on, clearly swimming in thought. “It’s almost like he’s courting them? Sending them gifts, showing what a good father he could be. Each of the women were sent white carnations sometime in the days before they were killed, and after the killing, he lays the flowers around their head in a halo-like fashion. It is said that carnations represent motherhood, and the white shade could depict an angelic innocence that he’s projecting onto these women.”

“So he views these women as angelic figures, yet he kills them so brutally?” Prentiss scoffed. “It just doesn’t add up.”

“Maybe he views the killing itself as a type of purification.” Reid theorized. “It’s not uncommon for killers to emotionally fetishize dead bodies and consider them more ‘pure’ than their living counterparts.”

Prentiss visibly cringed at this.

“Wait.” JJ said, looking at one of the crime scene photos with a sharp line pulling her brows together.

Everyone looked to her, waiting for her to finish this thought.

“I don’t think that the mothers were the only ones sent gifts.”

She held up the photo, showing a picture of a colorful child’s play mat in the living room. Everyone stared at the photo in confusion, and JJ sighed and began to explain.

“Look at this toy truck in the middle.” She said, pointing at something that almost blended into the background of the photo. The true focus was a large handprint - one that belonged to the killer, but he had worn gloves. “It’s wooden, it’s hand-carved, it’s old fashioned. All the other toys are plastic, brightly coloured. Remember what the UnSub said in the second 9-1-1 call?”

“‘She pretends to have her son’s best interests at heart, but she was going to let him get cancer from sucking on those cheap plastic toys.’” Reid said, repeating it word-for-word, using his impeccable memory.

“Exactly.” JJ confirmed with a nod. “Clearly the UnSub believes that he would be a good father because he can gift his child something hand-made instead of something mass produced.”

“Alright, get the crime scene techs back over there to pick up the truck, maybe he wasn’t wearing gloves when he made it and there is some slim chance he left a print on it.” Hotch said, and JJ left to call the crime scene unit.

This left the team sitting in silence for a few more moments until Reid spoke up again.

“What about preschools?” He said, suddenly coming out of a wave of thought to announce this to the room.

“What?” Prentiss prompted, wondering what on earth he was talking about.

“Preschools.” Spencer confirmed, looking across the table at her.

“We checked already, none of the victims’ children went to the same preschool.” Morgan reminded him. “Two of the kids didn’t even go to preschool.”

“Yeah, but preschools typically have large waitlists.” Spencer argued.

Naturally, all eyes in the room fell on him, waiting for him to explain.

“In the first 9-1-1 call, the UnSub said that the victim ‘shipped her son off to be cared for by strangers half the time’.” He explained, once again perfectly reciting this from memory. “What if the UnSub resents preschools and the schooling system for taking these children away from their mothers, so he’s choosing his victims off of a preschool waitlist? What if that’s where his obsession stems from because that’s where his rage stems from?”

Reid jumped up, pointing to the map he had been using to make a geographical profile.

“All of the victims live within the same school district.” He added on. “So they would be applying to the same group of preschools.”

“I’ll call Garcia.” Morgan announced.

A few minutes later, Morgan connected Garcia’s call to the comm on the center of the conference table they were working from.

“Hey, pumpkin pies.” She greeted them sweetly, as usual. “So it turns out, the preschool that Tommy Laird, and Emily Ashton, the third and the fourth victim had in common, does have a waitlist. But none of the other victims’ names were on it.”

“Come on, babygirl. I know you’re holding out on me.” Morgan said, giving a small smirk.

“Oh, my Adonis, if I don’t have your trembling anticipation, I have nothing.” Garcia giggled. “The school’s waitlist, and their applications, are handled by a firm called Gordon & Stanheight. And it turns out, they handle the applications and waitlisting for five other preschools in the area.”

“Which gives the UnSub a perfect way to pick his victims.” Morgan sighed. “The first interaction that gets him hooked might not even be in person-”

“Unless he’s picking them out of the line-up on paper and then waiting to meet them in person?” Prentiss replied. “With this type of guy, the smallest smile, a nod in his direction - that could be consent in his mind to play father to a household that’s missing one.”

“You said they handle forms for five different schools? That just widened the victim pool.” Rossi groaned.

“And the suspect pool.” Garcia added on. “The firm has thirty male employees. And I did a bit more digging - the preschool applications have ten ‘optional’ questions on the bottom that are definitely not marked as such. Questions directed at the parent filling out the form, rather than vital information about the child. Things such as: ‘what’s your favorite food?’, ‘when is your birthday?’, ‘what’s your favorite color?’, ‘do you plan on having more children?’ - typical survey schlock,”

“That would explain why the UnSub served Lisa Laird a birthday cake.” Reid sighed. “He knew it was her birthday two days before he killed her.”

“I have a feeling I’m not gonna like where this is going.” Emily sighed.

“Oh, sugar. You probably won’t.” Penelope easily agreed. “The ‘optional’ part of the forms is sold off to other companies as survey data. And those forms are seen and handled by over a thousand male employees of Gordon & Stanheight’s larger ‘data processing’ sector.”

“Well the UnSub has to be local to Portland. So narrow down the suspect list based on his last known address and go from there.” Hotch said. “Also, it would be someone who has a criminal record. Someone committing this level of violence wouldn’t be a first time offender.”

“Gotcha.” Penelope said. “Penny G, out.”

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The team ended up raiding Gordon & Stanheight’s Portland based office.

After some pointless conversation, some threats of lawsuits, and some even larger threats of being detained for impeding an FBI investigation, the team was able to get their hands on the preschool applications. Over two-dozen boxes worth, that they would have to sort through.

So this left JJ, Reid, Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, and Prentiss knee deep in paper, looking for anyone who fit the UnSub’s victimology - praying that they would be able to pick out the next victim and get to her before the UnSub did.

“We’re never gonna get through these fast enough, are we?” Prentiss sighed, continuing to sift through the papers.

“We just have to go as fast as we can, and hope the UnSub sticks to his schedule.” Morgan replied. “He has to spend time stalking them, learning their routine. Even if he has chosen his victim by now, he won’t break into the house until he’s fully confident that he won’t be disrupted.”

“And the stalking helps build up the fantasy.” Reid added on. “He romanticizes them from afar, sends them gifts. It adds to his delusions of grandeur and forbidden love. The idea that he’s swooping in to become the perfect father figure for these ‘broken’ families.”

“So we’re hanging all our hopes on the idea that this psychopath needs time to ‘fall in love’ with his next victim before he kills her?” Prentiss groaned.

“Sadly, yes.” Rossi confirmed.

“It helps that most of these applications are from two-parent households.” JJ pointed out. “We can throw out anything with a second applicant on the form, because he’s only targeting single mothers.”

The rest of the conversation easily became quiet in Spencer’s ears when he saw it.

It should have been just another page among the sea of paper in his hands, but when he saw those words on the page - that name - it was like a punch to the gut. It pushed all the air out of him in seconds, it made him dizzy, made him struggle to breathe. Like a reel flashing through his mind, it brought back a flood of memories he thought he had locked away forever.

It was you.

What the hell were you doing applying for preschools?

Spencer rushed to tear this paper away from the others in order to read it more carefully.

Surely enough, the application was filled out in your handwriting. Something that had barely changed over the years. And it was all right there, laid out in front of his eyes, clear as day -

You had a son.

A son named Sebastian, who was three years old. Spencer checked the date on the form, eagerly looking for a birth date for your son. His birthday had just recently passed, actually, so he was four years old now.

And his birth date was… fuck.

He had been born eight and a half months, almost nine months exactly after the two of you had broken up. Your son had been born eight and a half months after the day you had left and Spencer had never seen you again.

One thousand, seven hundred and two days.

Four years, eight months, and two days.

It wasn’t difficult math.

Your son was the perfect age to be Spencer’s child. Was this Spencer’s child?

His hands began to shake at the very thought of it.

Is that why you had disappeared from his life with such haste? Because you knew that you were pregnant and you didn’t want Spencer to be a part of your child’s life?

Had you been keeping this from him intentionally?

He hadn’t thought about you in four long years, he had tried so hard not to. He had spent so long forcing himself not to miss you, and now he was struck with the realization that he might have a child out there with the woman he considered to be his regrettable lost love. A child he didn’t know - a child who he had missed four whole years with.

What the fuck was going on?

There were no pictures included with the application, and suddenly, Spencer found himself dying to see the boy. He wanted to know if there was any physical resemblance to himself, or if he was jumping to conclusions.

Maybe you had cheated on him. Maybe that was why you had left town and never contacted him again. Maybe the kid wasn’t his at all, maybe-

“Reid.” JJ called out gently, getting his attention.

Spencer suddenly realized that he was hyperventilating, staring down at the application with your name on it in his hand, wrinkling the paper as he squeezed it more frantically.

“Did you find something?”

…

All in all, the team found four different women who fit the victim pattern in the files - you being one of them.

So the team split up, ready to knock on each of the womens’ doors, preparing to warn them that if they received any gifts or saw any suspicious men lingering around them in the next few days, they should call. They had to hope that the UnSub wouldn’t move on from this victim pool if he saw the FBI around. But he was overly confident, he had contacted police before.

It could definitely work.

When Hotch found out that Spencer had known you, he said that Spencer should be the one to knock on your door. That you might find it comforting to hear that you and your child could possibly be in danger if it were coming from ‘an old friend’. Spencer stuttered over himself and didn’t have the words to explain that you weren’t just a good friend to him, but a romantic flame. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the team by telling everyone that the break-up had been messy, and sudden, and Spencer still wasn’t even completely sure what had caused it. He didn’t want to rip open his old wounds in front of everyone.

So he simply shut his mouth and got in the car with JJ, and they made their way toward your house.

…

“So…” JJ’s voice broke through the undulating silence of the car ride - filled by nothing but the sound of the car’s motor running and gears grinding inside Spencer’s mind as he tried to figure all of this out. “I do have to ask the obvious question,”

“What is that?” Spencer probed, slightly glad to be relieved of his own thoughts.

He wasn’t so glad when JJ pried those thoughts out of his mind and spilled them to the open air.

“Is the kid yours?” She wondered aloud. “I mean - when did you and Y/N break up?”

JJ had known you as Spencer’s girlfriend.

Come to think of it, she was probably the only person on the current field team who had some kind of a relationship with you back when you and Spencer dated.

Initially, it had been by accident. JJ had driven him home one night after a particularly long and sleepless case, and you had been coming to his apartment to drop off some books he had asked for (shortly after he had given you a key). When JJ saw you, her natural curiosity got the better of her - even more so when you stuck out your hand and introduced yourself as ‘Spencer’s girlfriend’ without hesitation.

The two of you got to talking, and JJ invited you to ‘girls night’. You met Elle and Penelope shortly after. You had become pretty good friends with the three of them before the break-up.

But Spencer had always felt secretive…. well, protective of you. He didn’t want Morgan teasing him about you, or him wanting to have ‘guy talk’ about things that occurred in the bedroom. Not when it might mean talking about intimate moments with you. Spencer had only introduced you to Gideon over coffee about three weeks before the break-up, and that felt like a lifetime ago.

Back then, having you, Elle, and Gideon leave his life all in a matter of a few months felt like hell on earth. It felt like being grabbed by his ankles and shaken for all he was worth. He really wasn’t sure that he was ready to see you again.

It had been four years.

JJ was someone he could lean on right now.

“Four years ago.” He told her, completely honest.

“And how old is the kid?” JJ asked.

“Four - four years old.” Spencer stuttered out, realizing that now as he was speaking about this very real possibility, he might be breathing more life into it.

“Oh my god.” JJ sighed. “Well… could it-? I mean…? Did the two of you?”

It took Spencer a moment to clue into what JJ was talking about. He gave her a sideways glance and she took her eyes off the road for a moment, raising her brows and giving him a pointed look.

“Please tell me you know what does and what doesn’t make a baby,” JJ groaned.

“Oh!” Spencer huffed, a small wave of embarrassment flooding him. “Yes! God, yes. I know.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, and then Spencer felt the need to clarify his answer.

“We - I mean. We…” He trailed off for a moment, clearing his throat. “We didn’t always use… protection. We were together for three years, at the time, it was on the table.”

“Kids were on the table for you back then?” JJ asked, clearly shocked by this. “I could not imagine little twenty-four year old Spence with a baby.”

“Well… it’s something I’ve always wanted.” He mumbled quietly in reply.

It was true. At the time, Spencer easily imagined himself getting married to you, having multiple kids with you. These days, seeing JJ with Henry and Will brought him the occasional underlying pang of jealousy - but since breaking up with you, there hadn’t been anyone else in Spencer’s life that he could have imagined having kids with. He thought that he was going to be alone and childless for the rest of his life. That the dream was long dead for him.

“Hey - then, maybe this is a blessing in disguise?” JJ posed. “If we hadn’t been looking through those forms because of this UnSub, you never would have found Y/N again. You wouldn’t even know this baby exists.”

There was another thing that JJ was dying to ask - something she held back because she felt like it was a touch too personal. (Even if ‘too personal’ was basically how the BAU team lived - knee deep in each other’s business, all the time).

She wanted to know why you had a baby, a baby that Spencer had very likely fathered, and you hadn’t contacted him about it. Spencer seemed entirely clueless about the child’s existence before now, and JJ knew that because of what his own father had been like, he wouldn’t just blow off a kid that was his if he knew that one was out there in the world.

So why hadn’t you told Spencer about the baby?

“What if the kid isn’t yours?” JJ wondered aloud.

Maybe that would unburden him. She knew that either way, Spencer would fight to protect you from the UnSub. But if the kid wasn’t his - he would walk away again, and he wouldn’t have to be hung up on the heartbreak of dealing with his ex just to parent a child together.

“Honestly… I think I’ll be more heartbroken if I find out that he’s not even mine.” Spencer told her, his voice quiet and already lulling with that disappointment.

That was not something JJ had considered. She frowned as she saw the sadness paint across Spencer’s face.

“One thing at a time, alright?”

…

When they pulled into your driveway, Spencer’s mind immediately began churning.

It was a nice house. It was a beautiful, quiet neighborhood. The front yard was clean and trimmed and there was a silver SUV in the driveway with a ‘baby on board’ sticker in the rear window. There was a rocking chair on the porch, but he didn’t see many children’s toys out front on the lawn. He guessed that was a good thing. Letting children play in the front where they could run into the street and potentially get hit by a car was too dangerous. He was glad to already see signs that you were a good mother.

Spencer felt like he was opening up a book halfway, desperately wanting to be filled in on the previous chapters while having missed so much. Still wanting to read ahead and see more.

He had already missed so much of your son’s life. He had missed you. That was something forming the biggest knot in his gut. He had truly missed you. The times he had allowed himself to think of you over these past few years - he had missed you so dearly.

And now the two of you likely had a child together.

Craning his neck to get a better look, desperately trying to take in more information, Spencer’s eyes were wide and hungry as JJ put the car in park by the curb in front of your house. As Spencer reached for the passenger side door handle, JJ’s phone rang.

“I have to take this.” She sighed. “You go ahead.”

She gave Spencer a distinct look that said ‘I know you need a minute alone with Y/N’, and he nodded, stepping out of the vehicle while she greeted whoever was on the other line. He smoothed down his tie - for once in his whole life, he was actually worried about how he looked. Only because he knew that he was going to see you. Perhaps he had only ever felt like this before going on his first date with you.

He had such a strange lashing of emotions going through him as he approached the door. Fear, anxiety, anticipation. Longing.

He truly had tried so hard to lock away his feelings for you when you had left. He had tried to move on. He had considered, briefly, in passing, dating other women. There had been times when someone else caught his eye, and he considered asking her out on a date. Morgan had offered to ‘set him up’. Penelope had offered too, telling him that he deserved to ‘get back out there’.

Whenever she asked about you, his heart freshly cracked open.

At one point, she had advised him to write a long, Shakespearian letter, pouring out his heart to you in an effort to get you back - one which she would mail. (Because of course, she could get your new address in a heartbeat.) But he didn’t want to experience the heartbreak all over again if you ignored him. He didn’t want to sit, waiting by the mailbox every single day like a lost dog, waiting for you to write him back in return.

You had disappeared from his life for a reason. Just like everyone else had. For a long time, Spencer convinced himself that he was simply meant to end up alone.

Perhaps if he had known about your son - a child that could very well be his - then he might have felt differently about getting Penelope to contact you.

But now he was standing at your front door, his fist shaking as he raised his hand to knock.

He let out a sharp breath and steadied himself, giving three swift, firm knocks against the door and then trying to wait patiently. His heart thumped inside of his throat, and it felt like forever.

“Sorry!” Your voice called out from behind the door, muffled. “Sorry, I almost didn’t hear you. I was-”

You cut off your own words as you opened the door - the moment you caught Spencer’s eye and recognized it was him, pure shock fell across your features, and you froze on the spot.

You were just as stunning as ever. You had barely aged at all - your hair was different than the last time he had seen you, of course. And you were dressed casually - wearing a simple hooded sweatshirt with a drawstring and a pair of jeans with some fuzzy slipper boots on. But pale blue looked so good on you.

So much like the pale blue dress you had worn on your first date with him.

You were breath-taking.

“Y/N.” He greeted you, his throat dry already.

You didn’t say anything, simply continuing to stare him down with wide-eyed shock.

Seeing you again, Spencer couldn’t help but to think back to that first date.

The first night that he knew he was in love with you.

…

He had taken you to see the Virginia Symphony Orchestra.

It was Spencer’s idea of a good time - and it ended up being one of the most beautiful, most romantic, most unique first dates that you had ever been on.

It was difficult not to fall for him with the beautiful music in the air and his glossy eyes, so sickeningly thick with affection, staring you down all night.

Afterwards, the two of you stopped to get ice cream at a small shop that was a short walk down from the orchestra. And now you were both enjoying your ice cream as you walked along in the cool night air - enjoying the peace and quiet and the gentle breeze in the darkness.

It was a perfect night.

Spencer could think of no better way to spend it than with you. The yellow bulbs of the street lights practically cast a glow onto your skin, the mulberry lipstick now worn off your lips as you brought the pink spoon to your mouth and licked up your sweet treat.

His stomach was churning with nerves. Joyous nerves.

And as per usual, when he was nervous - he rambled.

“You know, Bach actually married his cousin.” He said, spouting off the first thing that came to mind.

You told him that Bach was one of your favorite composers - it’s why he had thought to bring you to the orchestra on a date in the first place.

“I did not know that.” You giggled. “So what? Was it like a ‘third cousin twice removed’ type situation?”

Spencer found himself grinning at the fact that you actually engaged him in the conversation, rather than staring at him with an odd look for bringing up such a strange topic.

“Not quite.” He replied. “They had the same surname before marriage.”

“Oh, ew.” You chuckled again, giving a shudder at the thought of this.

Spencer knew it was an odd topic to discuss on a date, and if he rambled on too much, it might freak you out - but he couldn’t stop himself. His mouth ran away with him, and he continued.

“He married Maria Barbara Bach, and they had seven children together.” He told you. “His sons, Wilhelm Friedemann and Carl Philipp Emanuel became composers and musicians much like their father, which was actually carrying on a legacy started by Bach’s father himself - who was a seventh generation musician. He was the one who taught Bach the organ from a very young age.”

“Why don’t people play the organ anymore?” You wondered aloud. “Except in churches, I guess. The organ rocks.”

Spencer’s brain began rocketing off at the fact that you had asked him a question. A question he could answer.

“The organ has actually long been associated with divinity.” He replied. “The instrument rose in popularity alongside Catholicism throughout the eighteenth century, and in a sense, that was part of what made Bach a sort of ‘rockstar’ of his time. The religious references in his work, and his mastery of the organ - all of it made him incredibly popular at the time because it caused him to be favored by the church and by royal figures associated with the church.”

Spencer gleamed a large smile, heavily enjoying that he could share these facts with you. He thought for certain that any moment, you would change the subject or imply that he should stop talking. But instead, you engaged the conversation more.

“Religious references?” You questioned, wondering what he meant by this.

“Yes!” Spencer grinned, suddenly very excited by the explanation behind this. “Even in his secular music, Bach would often incorporate the acronym ‘INJ’, a Latin abbreviation that means ‘In Nomine Jesu’, or ‘in the name of Jesus’. It was something he put on all of his manuscripts.”

You grinned back. You found it fascinating that being around Spencer for such short periods of time caused you to learn so many things. It easily made you want to be around him more.

“Interesting.” You replied.

“And his talent on the organ was seen as something that made him ‘divine’ at the time. Divine enough to be worthy of performing for royalty.” Spencer added on. “In 1708, Bach got a position as the court organist in Weimer for Duke Wilhelm. And later when he requested early release from this position, desiring to go work for Prince Leopold of Koethen, the Duke actually had him arrested and put in jail for several weeks in 1716.”

Spencer laughed at this mental image - the composer being put in jail.

“Ooh, harsh.” You sighed. “But I guess Dukes have too much power.”

Spencer let out another bright laugh at this.

“And see, the interesting thing is, Bach later became the conductor of the court orchestra, in which Prince Leopold played.”

“So he got his wish,” You replied with a smile.

“And see-”

Spencer set off on another rant again, and you couldn’t help yourself. You put your spoon into the cup of ice cream and then you used your now free hand to reach out and grab Spencer by his tie - you pulled him toward you before he could get anymore words out, and he let out a shocked, choked-off sound when you pressed your mouth into his.

He sighed gently against your lips, and unconsciously dropped his own melting chocolate cone on the ground by his feet as his limp hands drifted toward your waist. He was dizzy, and now every single fact he had ever known about any composer had vanished from his head. In that moment, standing under a random street lamp on a random sidewalk somewhere - all he knew was the soft, pillowy feeling of your lips and the cool night breeze against his skin.

It was perfect. You were perfect.

You found his intelligence and the enthusiasm with which he spoke to be so utterly irresistible. You had been on so many dates with men before where they had acted like talking about their interests was a chore. Where they had made it seem like the whole thing was simply a routine, waiting for the end of the night so they could get into your pants. And for them, that’s what it probably was.

But Spencer was nothing like that.

He spoke about everything with such intense passion - and you couldn’t resist the urge to try and suck that very passion off his lips.

When you were forced to pull back slightly, your lungs crying out for oxygen, Spencer let out a gentle moan and began puffing out sweet little pants across your chin as he tried to catch his breath. You kept a hold of his tie, wanting to keep him close, and he stayed there, gently pressing his forehead against yours.

“That was… wow.” He sighed.

“I didn’t think I would ever find you at a loss for words, Doctor Reid.” You replied with a giggle.

“Well, I - you - wow.”

It was all he could muster, causing you both to break down into laughter.

Back then - everything had been perfect.

He had no clue where it all went so wrong.

...

Continue reading: Chapter Two - Liar

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