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I Remember

Best years Part 3 | part two | part one

spencer reid x reader

summary: as time moves forward, the readers past begins to creep its way back into her thoughts.

warnings: normal criminal minds things

A/N: based on season 7 episode 13 (this one may be my favorite i’ve written so far)

The white sweater on Y/N’s body warmed her as she walked to the kitchen in her apartment. The hard-wood floor was cold against her bare feet as she poured the hot coffee into her mug, along with her cream and sugar. She felt tired that morning, legs feeling heavier than usual as she dragged herself to the bar inside her kitchen. She sat down, opening up her notebook that laid there and began to write.

Her mind trailed off as she wrote to the note she had gotten a couple of weeks back. The bird on the page mocked her as she thought of the enemy she had made all those years back. Her thoughts trailed back to when the woman made her sit and watch as she tormented people she cared for. The sounds of slapping and skin-on-skin contact making her cringe. The smell of water and fire filled her nose as she felt like she was back where she was almost ten years ago.

Buzz. Buzz.

The sound of her phone brought her back into the kitchen and she looked over to see who was calling her. The time read 7:30 A.M., Saturday, but that’s not what had her attention. Spencer’s name lit up the screen telling her it was him who was calling.

She set her pen down before picking up her phone. “Hey, Spence,” she said answering the phone.

“Hey, did you get Hotch’s message?” He asked, the sound of an elevator ding being heard through the speaker of the phone.

“No, I just woke up, why is something wrong?” She closed her notebook standing up and heading towards her room.

“We’ve got a case, Hotch said to get here as soon as possible,” The elevator ding was heard again.

“I’m assuming you’re already at the office,” she said while placing some clothes together in her go-bag before she got ready.

“Yeah, I was up anyway, couldn’t sleep,” he explained to her.

“Oh, that sucks, well I’ll be there in ten,” she said before saying bye.

“See ya,” was his response before hanging up.

She buttoned up a blue shirt and grabbed the white sweater she wore to bed, layering it over the shirt. Black pants and boots followed as she put on makeup quickly and headed out the door to the BAU office.

Spencer smiled at her as he saw her enter the door of the office. She smiled back with radiance.

“Beautiful,” Spencer whispered to himself, or what he thought was himself.

“What was that Pretty Boy?” Derek questioned from behind Spencer, a smug smirk on his face.

Spencer flushed looking back at Derek, “I-I didn’t say anything.” He lied, and it was evident, not only because Derek heard him, but because it was a bad lie.

“You know Reid, I think girl wonder over there has feeling for you too,” the broad man said pointing the woman across the room who was talking to Emily.

“I never said I had feelings for her,” Spencer said defending his bottled up emotion for the woman he had truly been crushing on since she arrived at the BAU.

Derek rolled his eyes, “Kid, you may be a genius or whatever, but it doesn’t take a profiler to notice you like her. All the small glances and longing looks, come on when are you going to tell her?”

“Is it that obvious?” Spencer asked looking at his friend.

“Painstakingly,” was Derek’s response before he walked away towards the round table room.

Spencer turned back around looking at Y/N as she laughed at something Emily had said to her before they themselves made their way to the room.

He watched as Y/N smiled and tucked a piece of her hair behind her hair, eyes sparkling as she smiled at Derek who said something to her.

You’re gonna do it, Spencer, he thought, You’re going to ask her out.

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“It looks like a robbery gone bad,” Emily said as they inspected the latest case coming through. “Why was the BAU called in?”

Hotch clicked a button on the remote pulling up the next photo which was of the crime scene.

“Eight one-dollar bills surrounding an eight card,” Spencer said as he looked closely at the victim on the screen. “That’s highly ritualistic.”

“And because Savino has ties to organized crime, agents in New Jersey are worried about things escalating,” Hotch explained.

“Well, it doesn’t take much to ignite a mob war,” Derek said looking at the photo on the screen again.

“And collateral damage means nothing to these guys,” Y/N added to what Derek was saying.

“If we don’t get a handle on this soon, innocent people are gonna die,” Rossi said.

“And we don’t want that, wheels up in 20,” Hotch said dismissing the team to get ready to leave.

Everyone grabbed their things and headed out the door, leaving Y/N and Penelope the last.

“Hey, Penelope,” Y/N said turning to her right before she walked out the door.

Penelope jumped, startled by Y/N’s voice before looking at her ready for her question.

“Can you look someone up for me, after this case, of course, I need to know where they are,” Y/N explained to her.

“Sure, yeah, who is it,” Penelope said grabbing out a small notepad and pen from her bag.

“Uh, her name is Caroline Roberts,” she told the woman in front of her. “And can this stay between us, I don’t want anyone to worry,” Y/N explained to her.

“Oh, sure, should I be worried,” Penelope asked concerned for her friend.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll let you know,” She spoke and turned around exiting the room.

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“No question. ‘God Father II,’ hands down,” Emily said in response to the question on what her favorite gangster flick was.

“No, no, gotta be ‘Scarface’,” responded Derek contouring Emily’s choice in the movie.

“For me, ‘The Untouchables’, ” JJ said the turning to look at Spencer and Y/N who sat on the couch beside each other. “Y/N? Spence?”

“Hmm, Does ‘Pulp Fiction’ count? If so then that,” Y/N responded.

“Mm, Probably ‘Le Cercle Rouge,’ the 1970s french classic,” Spencer answered looking up from the book he was reading. “But ‘Den Tredje Vaagan’ is definitely a close second.”

“Yeah, that was my runner-up, too,” Emily said with a smile, making the others laugh.

“What about you, Rossi?” JJ said to the man walking down the aisle.

“Yeah, best ever gangster flick,” Y/N said turning towards him.

“I’ve had too much of the real thing to be a fan of mob movies,” Rossi replied sitting in the chair next to him.

The others chuckled at his words before turning to Hotch.

“Garcia, did we get the crime scene surveillance video yet?” Hotch asked looking at the woman on the screen in front of him.

“No, Sir, because there wasn’t any,” replied Penelope through the screen. Her face showed guilt that wasn’t even hers to have.

“That’s not possible,” Spencer said with shock. “Every inch of the casino is surveilled, every minute of every day.”

“Yeah, apparently the footage was tampered with, so…,” Penelope’s voice trailed off.

“All right, Reid and Y/L/N, go to the crime scene,” Hotch said to the two sitting on the couch. “Dave, you and JJ find out if Savino was involved in anything the local authorities don’t know about. Morgan, Prentiss, and I will contact the local FBI office and arrange a ceasefire with the families.”

Everyone nodded and went back to their previous conversation. Y/N looked over at Spencer who had a book in his hand, reading with his finger trailing down the page to follow the words. For a second she was mesmerized by how he looked, but she soon looked away at the thought of being caught and listened to the conversation between the other four at the table.

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Spencer and Y/N walked down the hallway towards the room of the crime scene, the guard sliding the card the lock opening it.

“Electric strike lock, impressive,” Y/N spoke walking into the room, taking into count how it looked.

“And hard to bypass. If this was a robbery, the unsub must have slipped in right behind him,” Spencer said, looking at the room around him.

“Well, Savino could have known the killer,” Y/N said as she looked at the scene on the ground. “Could have let him in himself, and probably wasn’t expecting this to turn into a brawl, let alone a murder.”

“Maybe the unsub wasn’t either,” Spencer said looking at Y/N. “If this was premeditated, you’d think he would have brought a knife or a gun with him,” he walked closer to the scene on the floor bending over to look at it closer. “The bowling trophy looks more like a weapon of opportunity.”

“Is this the only camera?” Y/N asked pointing up towards the camera in the corner.

“Yes, Ma’am, but the disk was removed,” replied the guard who let them in.

“But casinos have a central terminal that backs up and stores all surveillance footage, right?” Spencer asked turning around to the guard.

“Mr. Savino didn’t want that in his office,” the guard replied.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Of course not.” The words were muttered under her breath, barely even audible.

“He put in a personal camera,” the guard continued.

“So the victim bypassed a security system that would have revealed his own killer,” Spencer said the tone in his voice going up at the end.

“What didn’t he want anyone to see?” Y/N asked walking over towards the camera on the wall. “Whatever it was he wanted everything kept secret.”

Spencer nodded his head in agreement, the two thanked the guard and walked out of the room. The walk down the hall was silent as the two made their way towards the elevator.

“I hate casinos,” Y/N stated as they entered the elevator.

“Why’s that?” Spencer asked as he pressed the button labeled ‘Lobby’.

“I think it’s the smell, alcohol, and cigarettes, it just gives me a headache,” she said with disgust at the thought of it. “Don’t get me wrong though, I love a good game of poker, but I’d rather do it with some friends and some pretzels as chips.”

Spencer laughed at her statement, “Are you good?” Spencer asked her as they exited the elevator and headed towards the doors.

“At poker? I mean I guess, I have a decent bluff face, but I prefer gin,” she opened the door for them. The brisk air hitting her skin as she wrapped her jacket around her torso as they headed towards the car.

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Y/N and Spencer entered the small conference room behind Agent Gossling who had met them at the door.

“Agent Gossling,” Hotch said greeting her.

“Any luck with our mob bosses?” asked Gossling as she walked into the room.

“Well, I think we bought some time,” replied Derek.

Y/N and Spencer sat down at the table along with everyone else.

“What about the crime scene?” Emily asked.

“Savino purposely bypassed the standard casino security,” Y/N explained, her arms folding over herself as she leaned forward on the table.

“I think we know why,” stated Rossi as he entered the room, JJ following closely behind him.

“Danny Savino supplemented his income by loaning money to casino patrons,” JJ explained, relaying the information she and Rossi had learned.

“Explains why he changed the camera in his office,” Spencer said, shifting in his seat. “He didn’t want his bosses to know he was freelancing.”

“So we’re looking for a gambler,” Hotch said looking at those around him.

“A gambler in Atlantic City,” Emily said.

“Ah, yes because that narrows the field,” Y/N said with light sarcasm in her voice. A few around her chuckled.

They sat in the room for a few more hours, discussing what could be going down. Y/N’s phone rang, she pulled it out of her pocket, the name ‘Penelope’ on the screen.

“Excuse me,” She said standing up, walking out of the room. “Hey Pen, what’s up,” she said when she was out of ears-reach from those in the room.

“So that Caroline Roberts you asked me to look into, she was a lot harder to find then I thought,” She spoke through the phone.

“Oh, you found her already,” Y/N whispered, not expecting her to find her, or even look for her, this fast. But who was Y/N kidding, she was asking Penelope Garcia to find her someone, she should have expected this.

“Yeah, so this girl was in prison about two years ago for assault, which is unusual seeing how violent it was considering she is a woman,” Penelope spoke confusion evident in her voice.

“She is a very unusual person,” Y/N agreed as more memories of the woman from her past filled her mind.

“Uh-huh, no kidding, anyway she was let out for parole not too long ago and she has been working for an insurance company ever since,” Penelope explained.

“And there’s been no suspicious behavior since she was let out?” Y/N was nervous about her answer.

“Nope. None,” she replied. “So are you going to tell me what this is about?”

Y/N was about to respond, but Hotch approached behind her causing the conversation to be cut short. “I got to go,” she pulled the phone from her ear and hanging up turning around to Hotch.

“Everything alright,” He asked her, brows furrowed in his normal serious manner.

“Yeah, yeah, all good,” she said reassuring him. His eyebrows raised, but he didn’t push it anymore.

“There’s been another victim, we’re heading to the scene now,” he told her. “I want you to stay here, help the other build the profile we’ll be back.”

Y/N nodded her head. As he turned and walked away, she let out a heavy sigh and headed back to the small conference room.

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“We’re looking for a man who’s killing those who appear to prey upon or take advantage of gamblers,” Hotch said beginning to explain the profile. It was the next morning and the office was filled with people ready to hear the profile and catch the man who was doing this. “Loan Sharks and call girls so far.”

“The killings may have been triggered by recent gambling losses,” Derek explained further into the profile.

“Our unsub is physically fit,” Y/N added.

“He was able to overpower Danny Savino and Patty Riolo was killed with extreme violence,” Emily explained more.

“It’s doubtful this man has a criminal record, he moves without fear of being recognized,” Derek said looking over the sea of people in front of them.

“In one of the most surveilled locales on the planet,” Y/N continued explaining why that was important.

“He wouldn’t have elements of domestic life,” JJ began. “Like children, that would only moderate or stabilize his compulsive behavior.”

“Pathological gambling is the most common type of impulse control disorder in the world,” Spencer explained.

“And there is no more superstitious creature on Earth than a gambler,” Rossi said pushing himself off the desk he was leaning on. “The number eight is the ritual aspect of our unsub’s signature.”

“It’s a compulsion, it could signify a birthday or an important time in his life,” Y/N explained more into the skepticism type.

“Not only is this unsub a killer, but he’s also an addict,” Hotch added. “He’s killed twice in the last two days, and he may not be able to stop.”

Hotch then dismissed the group in front of them and the team went back to the small conference room.

Y/N’s phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket reading the text from Penelope;

Can you tell me what it’s about now??

Y/N shook her head, knowing that the woman wasn’t going to give up till she told her or gave her a promising answer.

I will when we get back

The text was enough for Penelope to reply with a simple ‘okay’ and leave her alone until she got back.

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“This doesn’t make sense,” Rossi exclaimed looking at the board. “Danny Savino was a bottom-feeder, handing out nickel-and-dime to small-time gamblers. But Patti Riolo was exclusively about high-rollers.”

“The unsub wouldn’t have crossed naturally into both worlds, he would have been in one or the other,” Emily said, agreeing with Rossi that it didn’t make sense.

“Unless his fortunes changed drastically between murdering Savino and meeting up with Patti Riolo,” Hotch shed some light onto the conversation.

“Maybe he flashed the money he stole from Savino in front of her, you know pretending to be rich,” Y/N said looking at the other three hoping she helped.

“Or he gambled with it and won big,” Rossi said turning back towards the board.

“Let’s say Dave is right, he was in financial trouble, and immediately after murdering Savino, his luck changed,” Hotch said giving his theory.

“In his mind, he could’ve connected the two,” Y/N connected her own thoughts as she pieced the story together.

“Every compulsive gambler believes in a system, no matter how illogical,” Rossi added.

“And he’d figure the past part of his system he was missing was murder,” Hotch connected the last of the dots forming the story together.

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Y/N walked up to Spencer and squatted down next to him. The victim leaned up against a wall in a back alley, multiple gunshot wounds were shot in his back.

“Eighty-eight dollars, the unsub’s getting generous,” Spencer said holding the money in his gloved covered hands.

“There’s less rage than the others,” Y/N noticed as she looked at the victim. “And undoing. There’s major evidence of remorse, shot in the back so he wouldn’t have to face his victim.”

“No robbery this time either, the wallet’s intact, except for anything to I.D. him,” Spencer said holding up the wallet to Y/N, Hotch and Agent Gossling also who had approached beside her.

“Is this even the same killer?” Agent Gossling asked looking at Spencer.

“The ritual’s too similar to discount it,” Hotch explained looking over at the three beside him. The sound of Agent Gossling’s phone ringing pulled her away from the three and off to the side to answer it.

“Well, the change in M.O. makes sense if the unsub is still refining his system,” Y/N said head-turning to Hotch beside her. “Maybe the killing of the gas station clerk didn’t work, so now he’s back to the drawing board.”

“Two eights instead of one could be significant,” Spencer said diverting the attention over to him. “I know in China the number 8 symbolizes prosperity. The more eights, the better. As a matter of fact, in Chengdu, a telephone number consisting of all eights recently sold for over a quarter-million dollars.”

“Wow,” Y/N said. “So, wait, why would he be doubling his luck out here, away from all the casinos?” She wondered while looking between the two.

“There’s been another killing,” Agent Gossling said approaching the three after hanging up her phone. “A guest in his room at the Sapphire Lady.”

“Same ritual?” Hotch asked as he looked over at the agent.

“No, his neck was broken, and he was robbed of 50,000,” Agent Gossling explained what she was told over the phone. “The strange thing is, the killer left nearly 20,000 behind with the body.”

Hotch opened his phone, pressing Penelope’s name.

“Garcia is there a casino in the neighborhood of Penrose and Morningside avenue?” Hotch asked after hearing the beep of Penelope answering.

“Uh...no casino per se, but there’s a private gambling establishment right around the corner,” Penelope explained.

“Is it legal?” Spencer asked, his voice speaking louder so he could be heard over the phone.

“Yeah, but it’s ultra-exclusive, they have a monthly high-stakes poker tournament-” she paused, “today being that day for that day of the month, coincidentally enough.”

“Or no coincidence at all,” Y/N said with a huff.

“What’s the buy-in?” Hotch asked.

“Yikies, 50,000 dollars,” Penelope said confirming what everyone was thinking. “But it’s a million-dollar guarantee if you win,” she continued.

“What time does it start?” Hotch asked her.

“Later this afternoon,” she replied.

“Thanks,” Hotch said hanging up his phone before turning and walking to the cars.

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“Forensics got a match on the last victim,” Agent Gossling said as she walked into the small conference room, taking a seat next to Rossi. “Eddie Langdon, we’re looking into him now.”

“Hey, any luck?” JJ said turning to Hotch as he stepped into the room.

“No, they don’t want to allocate emergency funds for the buy-in,” Hotch replied looking at his phone. They were trying to find a way to get into the tournament so that they could hopefully catch the unsub. “I’m still working on it.”

“Well, I can’t imagine why not, we’re only asking for 50,000 bucks of taxpayer money, so that FBI agents can play Texas Hold ‘em,” Rossi said with humor.

Y/N paused for a second,“Hey, what about you?” She asked looking at Rossi across from her.

“What about me what?” He retorted back with eyebrows raised.

“You could stake us the buy-in?” Y/N proposed.

“Yeah, you’re a best-selling author,” Spencer said as he sat down next to Y/N.

“No,” Rossi said, he had that tone that said why would you even say such a thing.

“Why not?” Emily asked him.

“One, it’s against regulations, and I’d like to hold on to this job for a little while longer,” Rossi said looking at the four in front of him.

“It’s a minor administrative violation,” JJ said, a smirk on her face.

“And two, I prefer to spend my money on actual things. Like single-malt scotch, a fine cigar, beautiful artwork-”

“Poker chips are things!” Emily interrupted quickly.

“They are,” Y/N agreed, nodding her head while she looked at Rossi.

“Maybe just think of it as like a new experience,” Spencer began. “I mean at your age how often does that happen.”

“Oh no,” Y/N whispered after Spencer’s statement.

“At my what?” Rossi questioned with daggers as he looked at Spencer. Spencer than looked away, avoiding eye contact.

“Rossi, this may be our only chance to get this guy,” JJ explained, voice coming off as slightly pleading.

“Alright fine,” Rossi said finally caving. “I’m a decent poker player, but I can’t promise that I can stay in the game long enough to-”

“You know what, I bet you’re a great poker player,” Y/N said cutting Rossi off. “But what if we send in Spencer?” She posed the idea of the boy wonder going in.

“I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Pahrump for my card counting ability,” Spencer said as he looked at those around the table.

Y/N held her hand up as if saying, my point exactly.

“Look, I know I’m not a genius like the boy wonder here,” he said hand gesturing to Spencer next to him. “But poker is not blackjack, it’s about bluffing, reading human nature, head games, Y/N would be a better bet because she’s really good at hiding stuff and playing mind games.”

“I slightly resent that statement,” Y/N said, humor clearly evident in her voice.

“All I am saying is, It’s not math,” Rossi finished.

“That’s not entirely accurate,” Spencer said standing up, grabbing a marker and walking towards the board. “There actually is a mathematical equation for knowing when to raise and when to fold. If P represents the size of the pot at the time of play, then P times N minus one, with N representing the estimated number of players, in the final round of betting--”

“Okay, fine, I surrender,” Rossi cut Spencer off not wanting to hear any more of the math lesson he was giving. “Just try not to lose all of my money.”

Spencer snapped his fingers giving Rossi a thumbs up with a tight-lipped smile.

“Dear God, I hope this works,” Y/N said while she placed her head on her folded arms that rested on the table.

“You know, maybe we should send Y/N in also, you know like as a call girl or something, have two sets of eyes to cover all the tables,” Rossi said looking at Y/N.

“Ha, that’s a good one Rossi,” She said laughing while looking up at his serious face. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“It would work well, two eyes being able to see everything,” Emily said looking at Y/N.

She looked at her friend in disbelief that she was agreeing to this, but she let out a huff and said, “Fine, but if I’m going to do this you better get me some makeup and a outfit because I don’t think this attire will pull off what you want me to do,” Y/N caved knowing there would be no way of getting out of this.

“I think we can get that worked out,” Agent Gossling said standing up and getting what they needed.

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Y/N looked around the large room full of tables from the bar, not really sure what to do. “Guys, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing here, I also feel very exposed,” she whispered into her wire that was placed on her, tugging on the top of the low-cut black jumpsuit she was wearing. She was given a wire to be safe in case something happened while Spencer was given an alert pen.

“Go over to some tables and flirt with someone, come on Pretty girl, you got this,” Derek spoke to her through the clear ear-piece in her ear. So that’s what she did, wandering from table to table flirting lightly with men, and looking to see if they had any items of eight tat would link them as the unsub. She watched as some men made the worst decisions in poker and others who took it way to seriously.

While she was paying attention to what she was doing, she couldn’t help but notice Spencer’s glances as he looked at her to make sure she was okay. The reason she knew that was why he was looking at her was that it was the same reason she would glance at him.

“Get anything yet, Y/N?” Emily asked in her ear-piece.

Y/N pulled herself away from the table she was just at so she could answer. “Negative,” she answered switching the clutch from her left hand to her right. She looked up for a second and saw Spencer make eye contact with her, then eyes diverting to the man sitting beside him. “Hold on, Reid might have something, wait for his signal though.”

“I am in, and I raise,” Y/N caught the end of Spencer’s call as she made her way over to the table.

“That’s too rich for my blood,” the man beside the one glaring at Spencer spoke. The two sat there, eyeing each other, no wards exchange.

She began lightly flirting with some of the men at the table, pretending to be dumb about poker. She carefully watched Spencer and then man eyeing each other.

“Are you in, sir?” The dealer asked the man eyeing Spencer.

“I’ll call,” He said placing some chips in front of him.

“Call,” the dealer spoke.

“Straight,” Spencer said as he flipped his cards over, eyes never leaving the man.

The man scoffed in defeat.

“A gutshot straight draw? Are you kidding me?” The man that Y/N was flirting with said looking at Spencer in disbelief. “That is just-- that is just nuts.”

“No kidding,” Y/N whispered to herself at the hand Spencer had. He looked up at her making eye contact signaling her that he believed the one he had been eyeing was the unsub. Y/N nodded and waited for his move.

“Do you mind if I take a look at this?” Spencer asked reaching for the eight ball key-chain that sat in front of the man.

The man’s hand gripped Spencer’s wrist as he had a hold on his lucky item. Spencer’s theory confirmed that this was the unsub.

“Hey, what’s the problem, sir?” A guard asked walking over to Spencer and the unsub.

“He-He’s reaching for my chips!” The unsub proclaimed to the guard.

“I was simply admiring--” Spencer was cut off by the guard yanking him out of his seat.

“Shit,” Y/N whispered as she calmly approached, but stopped realizing that wasn’t smart and kept her distance.

“Sir you need to come with me,” The guard said yanking Spencer again. Y/N becoming slightly angry at how the guard was treating Spencer.

“Y/N what is it?” Hotch asked through her earpiece, she didn’t respond.

“I’ll cooperate, don’t manhandle me,” Spencer said shoving the guard off of him slightly. “Thanks.” He looked at Y/N nodding towards the man before sounding the alarm in his hand.

Y/N watched Spencer get pulled away and when she turned back the unsub, who was now taking poker chips and shoving them in his pockets. She knew she couldn’t go after him, she didn’t have her gun or a vest so she waited for backup.

“Y/N did you see where he went?” Hotch asked as he approached her, Emily tossing her a vest.

“Yeah, he went this way come on,” She said placing the vest over her head and grabbing her gun from Emily.

“Morgan, he’s a white male baseball cap, he’s headed for the back door,” Emily spoke into her watch as she, Hotch, and Y/N continued to move forward towards the back.

They entered a room and saw the head of a man lying on the ground, “He’s on the move.” Y/N said to her wire as her and the other two ran out the back.

The three came to a halt as they were met with the cold air, realizing the unsub had gotten away.

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The cool air ran over Y/N’s bare arms as the stood outside of the building. They had started to discuss victimology again before Hotch called Penelope to find out if Eddie Langdon had a partner in his plumbing business. His partner was Curtiss Banks whose father was also a compulsive gambler.

“Do you have an address?” Hotch asked Penelope over the phone. She responded with his home address and than Hotch hung up.

“Y/L/N, go with Reid and Morgan and head to Banks’ house, he may head back there,” Hotch ordered to Y/N who began to walk towards where Spencer and Derek were.

“Hey, Hotch wants us to go to Banks’ house, Garcia just sent the address,” Y/N said as she approached the two men by the stakeout van.

“Alright, let’s go,” Derek said pushing himself off of the van and heading towards the SUV in the parking lot.

“Here, I grabbed this out of the van,” Spencer said, handing Y/N an FBI bomber jacket.

“Thank you, I’m freezing,” she said taking the jacket from Spencer, hand slightly brushing his.

While Y/N put the jacket on her body, Derek looked at Spencer as they approached the vehicle and wiggled his eyebrows. Spencer responded with an exaggerated eye roll and hopped into the passenger seat.

The three arrived at the house and looked around to see if anyone was there, but the house was quiet and dark. Derek pulled his phone out and dialed Hotch’s number.

“Yeah Hotch,” Derek said when Hotch answered the phone. “There’s nobody here. There’s a foreclosure sign on the front lawn.”

The three got back into the car as Hotch told them to stay in case he came back. Y/N let out a sigh as she placed her head on her hand on the armrest.

“You okay back there Y/N?” Derek asked turning in his chair to look at the young woman.

“Yep,” she said popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word. “I don’t like sitting and waiting.”

“Me neither,” Derek agreed. “What about you pretty boy?”

Spencer turned to look at Derek beside him, his eye previously trained on the house outside the window. “I don’t mind it, it gives me some time to relax and think.”

The three sat in silence and waited for some instruction. Y/N closed her eyes for a second and began to drift off. She was quickly brought back to reality as Derek’s phone ringing woke her up.

“Hey, Hotch,” he said answering the phone. Y/N and Spencer looked over as he talked on the phone. “Alright, we’ll head back now, that was Hotch they got him at his sister-in-law’s house.”

“Oh good, does this mean we get to go home now and sleep?” Y/N asked, hope in her voice.

“Yes, sleepyhead, we do,” Derek said, starting the car and driving back towards the office. Y/N laughed and shook her head before just leaning back in her chair.

The next morning the team made their way home and returned back to the office and began their day there.

Y/N sat at her desk looking over a report in her hand. She looked up at the post-it note on her desk, the sketch of a bird taunting her as she looked at it. Ripping it off her desk she crumpled it and threw it away and went back to the report.

“Hey Y/N,” Spencer said walking up to Y/N at her desk.

She looked up from her report and looked at Spencer, “Hey Spence, what’s up?” She asked him.

“Um, I was wondering, if you know you wanted to maybe, possibly, wanted to,” He stumbled over his words out of nervousness.

She raised an eyebrow at him waiting for the climax of the question. “Spencer, take a breath.”

He did just that, taking in a deep breath, letting his shoulders drop in the process.

“Sometime, would you maybe want to, get some coffee?” His voice was quiet at the end and if it wasn’t for Y/N’s hyper-aware hearing she may have not caught it.

“Spencer Reid, are you asking me out?” She said, a smile forming on her face.

“Only-only if you want me to be, if not then it can just be as friends, or we could-”

“Spence,” she cut him off. “I would really like that.”

“Really?” He asked smiling at the woman in front of him. “How-how about tomorrow?” He asked her.

“That sounds great,” she said and smiled. He went back to his desk with a pep in his step and sat down with a smile.

“He did it,” Emily said to Penelope as she walked up beside her.

“Who did it?” Penelope asked the dark-headed woman.

“Spencer, he asked Y/N out, only took him a year and a half,” she laughed.

“Oh my god, the day has finally happened!”

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Y/N walked into her apartment, sighing happily as she took her shoes off of her aching feet. She looked down and saw an envelope on the ground. Cautiously she picked it up and flipped it over, the flap being tapped down by wax. The imprint of a bird on it.

She opened it carefully, pulling out a note similar to the ones she had gotten weeks prior.

Remember those nights you would sit scared in your room? I do, I remember and I miss them, start feeling that again. ~ C.R.

Y/N dropped the letter on the ground, she turned in locked her door shut before she slide down it. Grabbing her phone, she quickly went to Penelope’s contact and called her.

“Hey Pen, I think I’m ready to tell you who Caroline Roberts is.”

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