#FBI VEST EMILY IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!!

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⎯ PAGET BREWSTER as EMILY PRENTISS Criminal Minds: Evolution ''What Doesn't Kill Us' (16x07)

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If Anything, I Find it Educative (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

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Part 1: If Anything I Find It Educative

Part 2: It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t

Part 3: Douchebag Falls Short in This Case

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Spencer is not happy attending the annual FBI Gala this year. Having to socialize with a woman who only wants to seduce him makes it worse. But one not-so-fortunate incident could improve his night somehow.

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: Awkward Spencer. Morgan is stubborn about Spencer getting 'game.' Spencer spills facts about seafood (oysters), human biting, and cheating. Mention to Spencer's dick (only a phrase). Someone choking on food is described. A toxic relationship and job insecurities are described too. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Okay, people. This is kind of an experiment: I want to know how you think the relationship between Spencer and Reader might evolve (if it evolves at all). Good friends? Romantic relationship rom-com style? An angsty romantic relationship? Friends to lovers? Just lovers? What important things do you imagine could happen to them? (canon or not). What could be the Reader's whole back story?

This is just a one-shot, but I am considering continuing it based on your thoughts and suggestions.

Part 2

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Spencer's POV

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There are few things I hate more than being surrounded by many people at an event. Standing in the middle of a crowded party dressed in formal attire is one of them. 

It is an uncomfortable occasion highlighted by uncomfortable clothes.

And this time, it's Hotch's fault.

Tonight, I should have been at home, wrapped in a cozy blanket and enjoying my new edition of War and Peace. But the annual FBI gala and Hotch's adamant request blew my plans.

"Strauss wants to see the whole team at the venue this year. And we are in a very thin line with her to ignore her wishes."

No one seemed conflicted with the idea of attending this fancy party. Even some of my teammates looked excited about it. While JJ and Garcia chatted animatedly for days about what dress they would choose, Morgan saw it as a chance to get to know the new female agents working at Counterterrorism. Rossi only wanted to know how good the scotch would be this year, and Prentiss took it as an excuse to have free drinks. For his part, Hotch seemed as calm as any day at work.

But me? I wasn't excited at all.

Reluctantly, I purchased a tuxedo for the gala. At first, I thought about renting one since I would hardly use it again. But my germophobic self made me think again, and I decided the expense would at least make me feel less uncomfortable.

Keyword: a little less uncomfortable.

Now, I'm standing at the entrance, scanning the venue, searching for a familiar face. The place is packed with agents from all divisions and their plus ones, so it's hard to find anything at all.

But a familiar voice pulls me from my struggle.

"Boy genius! Over here!"

Penelope is calling my name from a table in the corner. As my gaze lands on her, I can see Morgan, Emily, JJ, and Hotch there too.

A sigh of relief escapes my lips, and quickly, I stroll where my teammates are.

"Spence! You made it!" JJ greets me as I pull a chair next to Morgan to sit.

"We thought you weren't coming," Emily added before sipping her drink.

"I understood it was a requirement," I quipped, looking at Hotch. The aforementioned man nodded in agreement.

"It was, indeed. Have I to remind you Strauss is still mad about the whole ordeal with you stepping into a building with no vest and no gun?"

Hotch is right. Strauss made his life hell for a whole week until he notified my suspension.

I wince, remembering the incident in question.

Self-note: don't leave behind the vest and the gun again.

"You look very handsome, boy wonder," Garcia chimes, waving her hand and pointing at me.

I can't help but blush at the compliment. It's not she hasn't done it before, and I know she means well, but-

"Maybe pretty boy gets some game tonight," Morgan claps his hand on my shoulder, grinning.

That's why I don't like that kind of attention. At every chance, someone pips up and tries to play wingman or wingwoman for me. And although I appreciate their efforts, I like to move at my own pace. Even if some say my pace, it's more like a turtle's speed.

Giving him a tight-lip smile, I reach for a glass of water. I don't know how I'll survive this night.

Surprisingly, it is okay for now. I fall into conversation with Garcia and JJ, although it is more like me listening and them talking. Occasionally, I add some to the topic, and they seem receptive.

But Derek looks impatient to stand and march to a group of women talking on the opposite side of the venue, next to the bar. I don't look much into it until I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"You're oddly quiet tonight, pretty boy. What's up?" My sight darts from JJ and Penelope to Derek.

"Nothing?" I offer. My eyebrows creace. Derek snickers.

"I know what you need! Come on, let's enjoy the party and come with me to chat with those beautiful agents at the bar over there," he proposes. I shake my head.

"No. I'm good. You can go if you want. I don't think you need my help."

Derek rolls his eyes.

"Don't get dismissive with me. It'll help you to lose a little. I promise," he insists. And I know I'm losing my battle with him tonight.

"As if I had something interesting to say to them," I mumble, loud enough for Derek to hear.

"Don't say that. Surely, some would like to hear about, I don't know, oysters? And how they became a symbol of glamor or whatever. Because I'm sure you know that, right?" Derek points, grabbing an oyster from the tray a waiter offers him.

"Actually, oysters were not considered a status symbol until the 11th century, when the Crusades trunked access to seafood in Europe. Some researchers believe that-"

I'm about to explain the whole thing when Morgan cuts me off.

"See? Now, don't waste that knowledge with me, and let's share it with those gorgeous, shall we?"

I'm screwed.

I reluctantly stand to follow Derek. I know he's the best intention even if I won't tell him that. Maybe he's right, and I need to step out of my comfort zone occasionally.

As smoothly as only Morgan can be, he interrupts the conversation between three women by the bar. You would think they would return annoyed looks from the sudden interruption, but they did not. It is everything but that.

"Excuse me, beautiful ladies. Hope you don't mind some company. My friend and I thought it would be an honor to share part of your precious time tonight."

How the fuck can he do that?!

The result shocked me almost more than it impressed me. The three turn to us with flirting smiles flashing to Derek. And me?

That's new. And, of course, I have to blush furiously at that.

"Hey, handsome. Sweet talk, uh?" One of the girls teases Derek while the others giggle.

"I know I can do better, but you make me nervous, sweetheart," Morgan banters as smoothly as the beginning.

And that's it. We have their full attention now. Scratch that; Derek has their full attention now.

He asks for their names, and that's how I know the woman who spoke first is Vivian, and her friends are Julie and Ashley. The three of them work in the Counterterrorism Division.

"And who is your good-looking friend?" Ashley asks, skimming at me.

Why is she looking at me from head to toe?

Derek glances at me, and I understand it's time for me to say something.

"I'm Spencer," I wave.

Short and precise.

"Hi, Spencer. You are cute," Ashley points, and suddenly, my mouth goes dry.

As Emily once said, my IQ slashes to 60 when I'm in front of a beautiful woman. And Ashley is a beautiful woman. Her long, stylish blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin with perfect makeup, gorgeous smile, and a dress that accentuates her body in the right places. It would be stupid to say she is not attractive.

"Why don't we go to the dance floor while Ashley and Spencer get to know each other better, uh?" Derek offers to Julie and Vivian, winking at me.

Oh, Lord. Help me.

I don't think Derek or Ashley would appreciate it if I refused to stay here and run to the nearest exit. So I give Ashley a tight smile and prepare myself for whatever comes now.

"Well...?" she prompts, and I don't know what the fuck she expects me to say.

"Yeah. Nice party," I offer, hoping my attempt to small talk works.

Ashley's smile suggests it does.

"It is. Are you having fun?"

No.

"Yes! A lot! Are you?"

"Yeah. But I think it turns out better now," she says, subtly closing some distance between us with a playful look directed at me.

Is she flirting with me?

I clear my throat to appease some of my nerves. I need to cool off. If Derek can do this, I should try.

A waitress approaches us and offers some drinks. Ashley picks a glass of wine, and I prefer a flute of champagne. I don't usually drink alcohol, but I need it now.

"Slow down, boy. People would think I make you nervous," Ashley points seductively when she notices how I quickly down the liquid.

My eyes widen when she rests a hand on my chest and leans to whisper in my ear.

"I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

Okay. That sounds very straightforward.

I should feel flattered. An attractive woman is more than insinuating me right now; I barely said anything. But it doesn't feel like that.

Derek surely would tell me, 'Take it and play it, pretty boy,' but I don't feel like it. If we could engage in a kind of conversation, I would feel more comfortable. Don't get me wrong. I know what a potential one-night stand means, but I'm not good at it. That's how I am. Sue me.

I want to turn her down gently, so I do what I know to do, and people usually hate me for it: spit information.

"Compared with other mammals, like dogs and bears, humans don't have the strongest bite. Scientists measure the pressure exerted by an animal's bite in pounds per square inch or psi. The human bite force is 162 psi. The bite force of some dogs can reach 250 psi, while some bears have a bite force of over 1,000 psi. It's interesting, actually-"

Ashley is now looking at me, confused. She retreats his hand from my chest and hums, faking interest in what I'm saying.

As I go on with my info dump, I notice how Ashley changes her empty glass of wine to a filled one when a server offers it.

Aside from 'interesting,' 'oh,' and 'uhm,' she doesn't add more to the conversation - or more likely, my rambling - and by now, you would think she's tired of me. But no. For God knows what reason, she is persistent. I give her that.

Typically, I can ramble on and on, which is not the exception. The waiters and waitresses keep coming with drinks and food, and even I pick some for myself.

When they offer us a tray with oysters, I can't help but recall what Morgan told me before.

As I see Ashley ushering one to her mouth, I deliver an exciting fact about it.

"Did you know that raw oysters are still alive? Indeed, some people argue oysters might feel pain, and others say that because they don't have a central nervous system, they don't feel pain like other seafood species might."

Not looking at her, I focus on my oyster, inspecting it before continuing.

"If it's that so, the question is when they die actually. This is likely to happen when they are shucked rather than when they are chewed or swallowed. Scientists think this because an oyster's heart is right next to the bottom adductor muscle, so separating it from the shell kills it."

I should have known the lack of response wasn't due to the interest in the topic, although speaking was impossible for her. Her face's blueness and her hand on her neck now tell me something is wrong.

Fuck. She is choking.

I don't know what to do. She is choking on an oyster, and I'm paralyzed. The people around us start to scream as they see her turning blue. That picks everyone's attention, and I want to dig a hole to get into right now. But first, I should do something to help her. Before I can reach for her, a pair of arms hugs Ashley from behind and applies the Heimlich Maneuver. After a few thrusts into the abdominal area, we see the oyster fly from her mouth to somewhere on the floor.

At the same time, Vivian, Julie, and Derek rush to us to find out what is going on.

Ashley starts coughing, and some of her natural color returns to her face. The arms around her torso loosen, and that's when I notice the woman who just saved her life from choking.

Everything happens so fast that I barely register the slap across my face—Ashley's courtesy.

A collective 'Uhhh' is heard around us.

Before I can say anything, Ashley starts a rant full of anger and frustration toward me.

"Are you fucking crazy? Why would you say something like that? It's disgusting!"

Ironically, I'm speechless now.

What is wrong with talking about oysters?

"You fucking weird!" Ashley continues with her rant. It's like she has been holding it since we were left alone.

The woman who helped Ashley now looks between me and her with her eyebrow creased.

"Hey. You should take it easy. You're just recovering from-" 

She can't finish the sentence since Ashley turned to lash out at her.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do! I almost died because of this pathetic nerd here who can't stop rambling about alive oysters! Just thinking about it makes me sick again!"

"Could it be a hint for not eating them anymore?" I muse, gaining a chuckle from the woman - let's call her the savior - and a deadly glare from Ashley. I recoil from saying anything else, and it is the wiser.

"I should have known better than to engage my time with you. Even if you actually pack a big dick, it doesn't worth it!" she whisper-yell at me, but loud enough for Derek, Vivian, Julie, and the mystery-savior woman to hear.

I'm utterly confused and embarrassed. What have to do my dick with all of this? 

Derek is now dispersing the crowd around us as Vivian and Julie try to soothe her friend's anger, rubbing her back and arm.

I bet they see Ashley's wrath boiling and the high probability of her launching towards me to punch me. Their efforts to subdue her seem to work because, after a loud huff, Ashley only grabs her coat from Vivian's hand and spits at me: "Thanks for ruining my night!"

The three pass by my side to one of the exits venue.

I don't even know how I should feel.

I feel upset because my escape plan didn't go as planned. I feel relieved because Ashley didn't die. Hurt? Yeah, that, too. I didn't deserve a slap on my face. She calling me a pathetic nerd? Sadly, I'm not surprised. And it only confirms my theory I'm not good at this kind of setting.

With the show over and people not focused on me anymore, Derek approaches. I know what he wants to say, but I don't want to hear it. I'm done for tonight.

"Don't say it," I cut him off.

"I wasn't gonna say anything," he tells me with a sympathetic look, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Sure you not," I grumble. "And what was about that comment about my… dick?" I whisper to him.

Derek's face tries to remain neutral, but I know him better.

"What did you do?" I demand to Morgan, and he sighs.

"I may or may not have suggested a rumor about your attributes."

I look at him in disbelief.

"Shut the fuck up! You did not!"

"Come on, pretty boy. It worked! You caught their attention, didn't you?"

I shake my head, trying not to snap at him in public. Morgan can see the distress I'm carrying right now and relents.

"I'm sorry, Reid. I thought it would be a good chance for you to show yourself around. You're a good kid; you deserve to have a good time."

It's useless to engage in this argument again. I understand his good intentions, but like this? No, thanks.

"I better get going," I mumble, walking backward. I'm done for the night.

"Reid..." Morgan starts, but the shake of my head cuts him off. He sighs as I turn to head to one of the exits.

Walking through one of the venue's doors, I find myself on a lateral terrace. I stop for a moment to look around. 

If there were different circumstances, I would be enjoying this view. To the front, you can see a beautiful and thick green shrubbery. Several fountains with little waterfalls and statues recreate a neoclassical garden. It is no coincidence since the property where the venue is located is a typical Jefferson's Neo-Palladian construction with high ceilings and large columns.

My architectural appreciation stops when my eyes land on a woman with her back leaning against one of the columns, her left hand resting on the concrete railing, and her right hand with a glass of wine. Her face is turned to the side, and she is observing the beautiful garden in front of her.

I know her. I've seen her before.

Although it is dark outside, the light from the venue's long windows illuminates the terrace enough.

My brain comes up with the answer in a fraction of a second.

Is the woman who saved Ashley from choking. 

After what she did, nobody even thanked her. The worst part is knowing Ashley behaved that poorly with her. It's not fair. And it's my fault.

With that in mind, I approach her.

She seems too concentrated to register I'm just a foot of distance from her. I clear my throat to call her attention.

She turns her head with a confused look at first. But she offered me a kind smile when she realized who I was.

It's my first chance to look at her; with everything happening so fast, I barely noticed her trying to talk back to Ashley moments ago. 

And now that I'm in front of her, I feel weirdly struck.

Besides her beautiful smile, her eyes hold a piercing gaze, but not the kind that frightens you. It's more like she actually sees you and gives you her undivided attention. With light makeup, her face lets you see some of her freckles. With her hair tied to one side, you can see her neck adorned with a simple gold chain with a compass-shaped pendant.

My not-so-subtle scrutiny is interrupted by her voice.

"Can I help you?" She asks, and my cheeks turn pink. But I'm here for a reason, so I clear my throat before speaking.

"Sorry. I - uh. I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to thank you. For what you did back there," I say, pointing to the inside. "And, well, I want to apologize too. Ashley wasn't very kind to you, considering you mostly saved her life."

She tilts her head slightly, a frown forming, while contemplating what to say.

"Well," she starts. "I'll take the thanks. But I can't take the apologies."

Now, it's my turn to frown.

"Oh, okay. Uh - Why not?"

Not that she should do it. It's her right to do it or not, but I'm curious.

"Because you didn't do anything wrong to me, so you don't have to," she shrugs, like it's obvious.

"I kind of did. I mean, Ashley behaved awful, and I didn't -"

Before I can continue, she shakes her head to stop me.

"No. Don't do that. Why on earth do you want to apologize for someone else's bad manners, considering she treated you like garbage?"

She doesn't say it as if she is upset at me, more likely as if she doesn't understand why I would do that. And yes, she has a good point. But someone has to do the right thing, and that's what I say next.

"It's just the right thing to do."

She takes her time, mulling over my words and whether she believes me or not.

"Okay. You're correct. It's the right to do. And it's a shame most people don't do it. But I still believe it is not your responsibility here."

Something is telling me her statement concerns more than Ashley being impolite. But it is not my place to point that.

"But some people do. And that must count as something, I guess. "

It's curious how her look changes from pensive to more light-hearted.

"Okay. You win this time..." she trails off, not knowing how to refer to me.

"Spencer," I supply. She hums.

"You win this time, Spencer. And being that said, I accept your apology too," she added, sipping the remaining wine from her glass.

I smile, nodding appreciatively. It's a little gesture, but I feel better after what happened.

Silence settles between us, and I take that as my cue to leave. I had already taken enough of her time.

"Uh, well. Thank you again..."

I trail off, realizing I don't know her name.

"(Y/N)," she says.

"Thank you again, (Y/N). Hope you enjoy the rest of your night."

With that said, I should get on foot to leave the venue, as I had planned to do ten minutes ago, but for some reason, my feet didn't want to move, and I kept standing there. (Y/N) look at me as if I'm going to say something else due to the lack of movement on my part.

"Are you okay?" she asks, and now I have the same question for myself.

"Yeah. Yeah. Totally okay. Sorry, I'm leaving now."

Turning in my heels, I'm about to walk away when I hear (Y/N) 's voice.

"I didn't know that, you know? And, for the record, I didn't think it was disgusting."

I stop in my tracks to look at her with a raised eyebrow. When I catch what she is referring to, my eyes cast to the floor, and my cheeks turn pink again.

"If anything, I found it educative," she adds. I try to decipher if there is some teasing in her words, but I find none. She's being oddly genuine. Oddly, because I'm not used to people saying that when referring to the things I tend to ramble about.

"Thank you," I sheepishly say, my hands finding home in my pant pockets. "People don't tell me that very often."

A puff leaves (Y/N) 's lips before she says, "Ungrateful fuckers." 

I chuckle at her choice of words.

Weird. It's the first time all night that I don't want to run away from here.

"Yeah. Something like that," I agree, and she smiles. Now I'm comfortable enough to make some conversation.

"Uh, are you from Quantico?"

"Yeah. A very adrenalinal position," she prompts, and I raise an eyebrow. "Finance Division."

I can't help but snort, and she laughs. "I told you. What about you?"

"Behavioral Unit Analysis," I reply. (Y/N)' s eyes wide in recognition.

"Wow. The one and only BAU."

"You know us?"

"Sure. I wouldn't forget a unit that has its own jet. I'm the one who enters the travel expenses from all Quantico," she explains. I hum, trying to figure out the amplitude of that sole task. "Like I told you, very exciting."

She is mocking herself regarding her job. But I find it impressive for a desk job. Not all people have the skills to run financials.

"Well, I agree it is not very adrenaline but very important. I mean, we have to travel around the country all the time. Our job depends on traveling."

(Y/N) has now an amused expression on her face.

"It's nice to know someone truly values what you do. Not even our boss does it," she points before letting a deep sigh escape from her lips. "Gosh, I'm being very judgmental right now. You're going to think I spend my life complaining about everything. I do sometimes, but I'm not always like this," she explains. I shake my head.

"I'm not judging you. Everyone has the right to say what things don't like or would change about their jobs."

"Well, thanks. Although I'm sure you guys have more reasons to be concerned. You risk your life on the field every time. That's huge."

She rests the empty glass on the concrete rail, adjusting her coat around her body. The air is chiller at this time of the night.

"You know? People say that a lot. And I agree. It's a dangerous job, but it's not better than anyone's for that reason, or whatever another reason for that matter.

Her eyes are analyzing me with curiosity. I'm not sure, but it's like she's having difficulty believing what I'm saying.

"Can I ask you something, Spencer?"

"Sure."

"Why are you here tonight?"

My eyes narrow at her question. Isn't the reason obvious?

"What do you mean? It's the FBI annual gala," I point out, knowing she already knows that too. She nods.

"Precisely," she starts. "And at the risk of being impertinent, I can say this environment makes you uncomfortable. When you were with that girl talking - scratch that, when you were talking, and she looked at you, trying to devour you with her eyes - you seemed like you didn't want to be there. Above all, knowing this kind of event is basically to show off to other bureau agents, I don't think is your notion of an ideal night."

If I wasn't impressed when we started talking - which I was - I am now. 

She assumes my awe as discomfort.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to overstep."

"No, no. You are okay. And let me tell you, your observation is completely accurate," I hasten to clarify.

"Yeah?" (Y/N) asks, and I nod earnestly.

"Yeah. Have you not considered applying for a position as a field agent?"

An amused laugh leaves her lips.

"No way! I would be a total disaster! And carrying a gun is not my idea of a dream job anymore," she points out, still laughing. 

I chuckle, but her answer makes me think. Before I can ask for clarification, she calls me out.

"Hey, you didn't answer my question."

I didn't, although the answer is simple.

"My boss made me."

(Y/N) scoff in disbelief.

"What? Did he put a gun against your chest?"

Well, thinking better about it, maybe the answer is not that simple.

"Not quite, but you can say I felt it that way."

I tell (Y/N) how my team always worries about my lack of social interaction, which isn't that accurate if you ask me. However, some of the pressure of doing things that people my age would generally do is finally getting me and pushing me out of my comfort zone.

She listens to me with undivided attention and seems to understand what I'm talking about.

"Peer pressure, uh? I can relate to that to some extent," she agrees.

"That's why are you here tonight, too?"

My question makes her let out a deep sigh as her eyes focus on the garden beside us for a second.

"Not really. Who knows, maybe I do enjoy being here?"

(Y/N) phrases it more like a question than a statement. And I can tell she doesn't believe it either.

"Enjoying being apart from the crowd, in a lateral terrace barely illuminated and exposed to the chilly night air? I can think of several other places to do the same thing without the trouble of a gala environment."

Her cheeks turn a shade of pink, which tells me I'm right.

"Not fair, you are a certified profiler," (Y/N) complains, faking annoyance.

"And you haven't answered my question either," I remind her. She rolls her eyes playfully.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Well, let's say I came here to prove myself something. Spoiler alert: I failed. That's why I have been mostly spending the night here."

I hum, knowing she is vague in explaining, but I'm not in a place to pry.

"Look, I would tell you more about it, but I'm sure you have to return inside. Your teammates are surely wondering where you are."

I can't help but snort, and she raises an eyebrow at my reaction.

"I'm sorry, but your assumption is far from reality. Considering what happened inside, they think I ran home. What I was actually doing before spotting you here," I admit.

"Ha! So it's true I'm holding you back but for a different motive," she triumphantly concludes.

"I didn't say that!" I complain with a hint of exasperation, to which she breathly laughs.

"I know. I know. I'm messing with you. Honestly? There are two reasons why I'm avoiding this topic right now. First, I don't think you want to hear the mess my life is these days, and second, I would kill for a coffee and a sandwich-" she pauses, stifling a chuckle before continuing. "Considering oysters are out of the table."

"Oh, come on!" I groan, seeing how she falls into a fit of laughter, so contagious that I can't help but join her.

"Sorry, sorry. Not very kind of me, I know. But I couldn't help it," she apologizes, still giggling. I bit my lower lip in amusement.

"Alright. It's okay. It's frankly funny," I admit, my words leaving my mouth before I can think of them. "Well, I could tell you more of those moments in my life - many of them - if you let me join you with the coffee and sandwich. I know a good place that is open at this hour. And you can tell me what kind of thing you wanted to prove yourself tonight."

Spencer Reid. Is that you? 

I'm surprised by my sudden confidence, and it seems (Y/N) is, too. She hums, scrubbing her fingers under her chin while contemplating my offer.

"Okay, I'll take it. But don't tell me later that I didn't warn you about the mess of my life," she points her index finger at me.

"I won't. I promise."

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Grabbing a cab is relatively easy since the FBI considered transportation outside the venue for people who won't be driving.

The fifteen-minute ride allows us to have a light conversation. That's how I know (Y/N) has been in the bureau for almost four years. Being an Accountant by profession and with a Master of Science in Finance from Georgetown, she was recruited for the FBI precisely considering her outstanding skills in the financial department.

She asks me about my trajectory in the FBI as well. I tell her about Gideon and the start of my life at the BAU.

Arriving at our destination, I insist on paying for the ride despite her resistance. I assured her that she could invite me to the coffee.

It must be a curious image for the patrons to see two fully gala-dressed people stepping inside a diner at eleven pm.

We sit on a bench facing each other.

A girl who can't hide her curious expression comes to take our order. As promised, (Y/N) asks for two coffees and two sandwiches.

"So, Agent Gideon recruited you for the FBI. Why did you accept? I would have thought you would be more comfortable in academics," (Y/N) asks, stirring a spoon of sugar in her coffee.

"I thought the same at the time. But Gideon saw something I didn't. He knew I wouldn't settle with learning and teaching for the rest of my life, and I needed it to be useful beyond that environment."

I explain how profiling has helped us to catch unsubs around the country and how worthy it is for me. I can't think of myself doing anything else. (Y/N) listen to me with raptor interest; it is nice to be heard that way.

"You know? I haven't heard someone speak passionately about their work in a long time. It's good you feel that way," she says with a hint of longing that doesn't go unnoticed by me.

"It is bold of me to assume you don't like what you do?"

Maybe I'm overstepping, but I'm curious. And (Y/N) doesn't seem bothered by my question. Shifting in her seat, she leans, resting her elbows on the table.

"Not bold at all, mister profiler," she teases. "But not always has been that way. I would say I started to feel uncomfortable not long ago. A couple of months, perhaps?"

I hum, thinking about what could have made her feel that way.

"It has to do with why you were at the gala tonight?"

She chuckles, nodding.

"Kind of. Remember I told you I wanted to prove myself something? Well, it has to do with what has been bothering me," she prefaces.

(Y/N) relates how things have gone well since she got into the FBI. She felt respected, wanting to do many things and learn everything she could. 

That's how she met her boyfriend.

"I wasn't looking for a romantic relationship, much less at work. I wanted to be professional, separating my private life from my job. But he was so attentive and supportive. He always told me he was happy I felt fulfilled with what I was doing. He was so perfect I thought I had found my soulmate."

I don't know exactly where she is going, but sure as hell, that prick wasn't her soulmate.

"What happened?"

"One day, I wasn't good enough for him anymore. After two years of relationship, he started with harsh comments and criticism about everything I did and didn't do."

A humorless chuckle escapes her lips.

"I should have noticed. By then, he was promoted from desk duty and junior trainee to field agent. He had always wanted it, and I felt so happy for him. But that changed everything."

(Y/N) tells me about how her boyfriend stopped listening to her, and instead, every topic of conversation turned to his job, implying - sometimes saying it explicitly - that it was more important than hers.

"It's not only the fact we stopped communicating; it was realizing how low he thought about me and my accomplishments. At first, I tried to understand. Of course, he was dazed by this new life, full of danger and adrenaline. I could understand it. But when he started comparing me to his female colleagues and the things they were doing, way more important than the ones I was doing, it made me insecure."

(Y/N) takes time to collect her thoughts, sipping the remaining coffee from the cup.

"The insecurities got the best of me. At some point, I just wanted to run away and leave it all behind. I knew it was irrational, but I believed him. I even thought about changing my career and training to be a field agent. Good thing we broke up before I could do that," she admits.

"What stopped you? I mean, like you're telling this, you were going to change for him," I ask. She cast her gaze, averting mine. Her cheeks turn pink.

"I don't like to admit it, but the reason we broke up wasn't because I realized how stupid the situation was. We broke up because he cheated on me. I discovered it two months ago, breaking the camel's back."

Fuck. That prick was not meant to be her soulmate. And I feel the urge to have one or two words with him right now.

"I'm sorry." It's the only thing I manage to say. (Y/N) shakes her head.

"Nah. If anything, I'm glad it happened. Even if it broke my heart."

"He was at the gala, right?" (Y/N) nods.

"With the coworker that he chose to cheat on me. His current girlfriend."

Everything makes perfect sense now. (Y/N) was trying to prove to herself that the wound had healed. And from what she said earlier, it didn't turn that way.

She bitterly chuckles.

"Yeah. It's pathetic, I know."

Spencer, do something.

"No! It's not. Unfortunately, cheating is not uncommon, particularly in men. In 2020, IFS released a report stating that 20% of men have admitted to cheating, and only 10% have. In 2021, the Health Testing Centers asked 441 people who admitted infidelity to their partners and asked how long it took for them to tell their partners about it. 47.7% of the respondents told their partner within a week that they'd cheated. 26.6% of those have waited for a month, and 25.7% took six months or longer to tell their partner about the infidelity. And 60% of them said the affair started in a work environment."

And then again, the rambling. But instead of giving me a blank look, (Y/N) seems to consider what I just said.

"Maybe I shouldn't feel so bad about it then. Anyway, it hasn't been easy to get out of this. I thought going to the gala and forcing myself to see them together would be enough to get a closure," she reflects.

"But it still hurts," I supply, making (Y/N) hum.

"Yeah. I'm not ready, and it sucks. Not for him, but for me. I hate feeling so out of place, so dissatisfied with everything," (Y/N) retorts, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest.

Her eyes look sad, and I want to do something to fix it, although I know that nothing I can say would be enough. Maybe joking will at least get her off the topic.

"And there I was talking about oysters all night," I sigh, feigning disapproval. Genuine laughter escapes her lips.

I didn't know that making her laugh could fill my heart so much with satisfaction.

"That's life," she adds, now checking the time on her cell phone. "I think I'll get going," she announces, collecting her things and preparing to stand.

"Can I walk you home? It's very late already," I ask.

"Oh no, don't worry about me. My building is not far from here."

I know she doesn't want to cause trouble, but it makes me uneasy about what could happen to her walking alone at this hour.

Thank you, BAU.

"Please?" I insist. (Y/N) raises an eyebrow.

"Aren't you already fed up with me?" she asks curiously.

"Non yet," I grin.

Not having the energy to put up a fight, she accepts my offer, and after paying the bill, we leave the restaurant.

The night is colder now, and both of us walk in silence with our hands in our pockets.

I can't know what exactly she's thinking, but at least I can't stop thinking about tonight. For someone like me, it's hard to fall into spontaneity, but with (Y/N), it wasn't a problem. That amazes me, and I like it at the same time.

When she stops walking, I get out of my thoughts.

"Here," she says, looking at the building we are standing by. "Thank you for walking with me," (Y/N) states, smiling. It's the same warm smile she offered when I found her on the venue's terrace a couple of hours ago.

"Of course. It's the less I could do."

And I mean it. She saved my night in so many ways she doesn't even know.

"Well, I need to say it was a pleasure to share this shit of a night with you and turned it less shitty," she says, grinning and satisfied with her remark.

I laugh at her statement. I couldn't have said it better.

"Thank you. It's the best compliment I have had in a long time," I joke, making (Y/N) giggle.

"You are welcome."

I have the question on the tip of my tongue. I would love to see her again, but what if she doesn't think it's worth it? I opt for the vaguest thing that comes to mind.

"See you around?"

(Y/N) thinks about it for a moment. Am I being too obvious? Before falling into a spiral, she smiles at me again.

"Yeah, sure. Why not."

I can't help but feel the excitement pouring from me.

"Great! Well, I - I'll go now. Good night (Y/N)," I say goodbye, slowly walking backward.

"Good night, Spencer," she retorts before entering the building.

I watch her disappear behind the door, and I think that while neither of us got what we wanted, maybe we got what we needed.

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Next -> Part 2: It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t

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A/N 2: I'm excited to know your thoughts about this!

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[atlabeth]

Okayyyy Sadie, we're gonna talk about that beautiful 17k Aaron Hotch work you gave us. Let's start with how crushed the reader must've felt to realize her brother that she had been trying to help for all his life killed so many other people and attempted to kill her. It's so heartbreaking. A lot of serial killers would use the excuse that everyone abandoned them and mistreated them but Lucas all his sister did was love him and continually support him to get his life back on track and it is sad he never managed to accomplish that. Till the end before he kidnapped her she never believed he did it, The recovery from that will be alot. The shock on their faces when they saw each other. I know Emily couldn't wait to question him. The two realizing that the trajectory they expected of either one's life isn't true. The reader never became a lawyer and he joined the FBI. Also Hotch being sad about her Mom having died 💔 I had to giggle a little when he said she never told him. Umm sir she very much didn't want you in her life after you broke her heart. The lil flashbacks to their relationship were cute. So lovey lovey and fluff. I like how you pointed out how it must've felt for Hotch as her ex-boyfriend to find out all these things about her home life that he never learned in the span of their relationship. Morgan teasing him was a nice touch and made me laugh. Trust him to not care and antagonize Hotch a lil. Hotch being jealous that he doesn't hold the key to the reader anymore. Well I think that's your fault sir. I would've been heartbroken if I trusted my bf to meet up with his ex and he realized he never stopped loving her. I really like how you wrote the scene where she was leaving. No crying in front of him or anything just coldness and making the steps to move on. I appreciate that and I loved that she didn't entertain none of those fake pleasantries about staying friends after break up. "Have a good rest of your life, Aaron. I hope it doesn’t involve me ever again.” great line Lucas seemed so normal when the reader came home and they were just talking. It really is so sad that he did that to his sister. The way Hotch rushed out the precinct when he realized she was the last target ❤️ and the realization that kevlar vests would be good to bring after the fact 😂 Hotch are you okay to lead this. Him saying yes. Hotch's thoughts explaining to us that he might be still in love with her and really shouldn't be leading this 😂 I liked how you ended it with the opportunity for a friendship to blossom and hopefully a romance eventually because after this experience the last thing the reader needed was jumping into a relationship. It'll be long road to recovery. All in all it was a lovely fic and I enjoyed reading it. U don't have to respond to this btw.

wow thank you so much???? this is actually so nice and i smiled so big the whole time i read this

yes their sibling relationship is so important to me because for so much of their childhood they only had each other!!! and then luke started getting sent to jail and reader was all alone and then she went to college and was really alone, and she was the only one that visited him consistently and still had faith in him 🥹 she’s going to be a mess for a while recovering from the trauma of his betrayal and death

yes literally because what areee the odds that your ex boyfriend that you thought you were going to marry is now the fbi agent on your front door lmao??? emily was focused on the case but also lowkey living for the drama

yes hotch realizing he never knew her as well as he thought he did?? realizing he knows her even less now?? morgan stoking the fire because why would he not??

i wrote this on ao3 in response to a comment asking about what went down between hotch and haley </3

but yes!! that’s the start of her not wanting to show any emotion in front of hotch because she sees it as weak and it goes on until she literally almost dies in front of him lmao. love that for them

yeah i had fun writing their sibling banter, it’s too bad that none of it mattered 💀 and hotch might not have fully realized it but he would have literally thrown himself into fire for reader at this point tbh

yes that was super important to me!! reader went through something intensely traumatic and life altering, and she and hotch also haven’t seen each other in a decade — they’re not just going to fall back in love and into a relationship, but that spark is still there!! recovery will be a LONG road but it’s something they want to go down together🫶

thank you so much for reading and leaving such a lovely play by play, you’re the best 🥹🫶

[blue-labcoat]

16. Was he wearing his vest?

summary: when spencer gets shot in the field, reader flies out and the team finally finds out that they’re together. reader gets a little frustrated at taking care of a bored and impatient spencer, but it’s out of love. 

genre: angst, fluff and a sprinkling of smut, 5.0k

warnings: hospital/ICU, gunshot wounds, major surgery, coma, short discussion of reid’s drug problem, choking (non-sexual), dressing changes, autopsy, smut (penetrative sex, dirty talk). also it’s poorly edited.

series masterlist here

a/n: ok first of all, I tried my very best to make the medical stuff accurate, but I really have no clue, especially when it comes to recovery times. also, I stole a tiny part of this plot (coma) from season 4 of bones. I feel like the ending is a little abrupt, but it was getting kind of long. 

It was mid-November, and Spencer and I had been living together for nearly two months. We had almost been together six months, and we were planning on telling the team about us at the end of November.

Spencer was away on a case, and so I was spending some extra time at the lab. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I had just finished up an autopsy on a suspected suicide when I received a phone call from Hotch.

“Hey, Hotch,” I answered.

“Hi, y//l/n. I noticed that Reid changed his emergency contact to you?”

“Yeah, we did that about a year ago. Just figured it made more sense, since I’m not always on cases with you guys.”

“Right.” He paused, and immediately, I knew something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Hotch? Why do you know that I’m Spencer’s emergency contact? Did something happen?”

“I don’t want you to panic, y/n,” he said calmly. “You don’t need to come out here if you’re busy; the rest of the team is already here.”

“Hotch. What happened?” I demanded. I could already feel myself spiraling. I could not lose Spencer. I just couldn’t.

“Reid was shot twice in the abdomen and chest area. He’s in surgery right now.”

I felt like the floor was dropping out from underneath me. “Was he wearing his vest?”

Another pause. “No.”

I sat down at my desk. My head was spinning. This could not be happening. He was going to be okay. My panic suddenly transformed into needing to do something – anything – and I sprang into action.

“I’m going to fly out,” I told Hotch, already grabbing my jacket and go-bag. “What hospital are you guys at?”

“I thought you’d want to come. I pulled a few strings; if you head to the FBI airstrip, I’ve arranged for a helicopter to fly you out here, directly to the hospital.”

“Thanks, Hotch. I’m on my way now,” I told him, already leaving the building. I would text Millie on the way. “Hotch? I need to tell you something, but you can’t tell Spencer I told you, okay? He says that you knew, when it happened, but he never outright told you and I don’t want him to think that I’m betraying his trust, or something like that, but it’s important for his health.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to tell a nurse, or someone, to mark in his chart that he does not want any narcotics or opioid analgesics for pain management. It’s very important to him.”

“y/n, I realize that it’s important, but he has two gunshot wounds. He’s going to be in a lot of pain.”

“I know. I’ll discuss alternative pain management with a nurse when I get there, but I need you to promise me that you’ll tell them just in case he gets out of surgery before I get there, okay?”

“Got it. I’ll go talk to the nurse now. See you in a bit.”

I hung up, and pulled out of my parking spot. I broke just about every traffic law on the way to the airstrip, but Hotch was true to his word – there was a helicopter waiting there for me when I arrived.

45 minutes later, I arrived at the hospital. I rushed down to the waiting room where the rest of the team was, searching for them.

“y/n!” I heard Emily calling my name. I ran over to them.

“What on earth happened, you guys?” I demanded. “How did this happen? Why wasn’t Spencer wearing his vest?” I felt the tears start to well up, but I willed them away.

“We can explain that later,” said Rossi calmly. “It can’t change anything now. Why don’t you go ask the nurse if you can talk to one of the surgeons? I’m sure they’ll be able to give you more information about his condition than any of us could.”

I nodded frantically and ran over to the nurses’ station. She had a junior resident come out and explain to me what was happening.

“Your colleague is actually very lucky, all things considered,” the surgeon told me. “He was shot twice. The first bullet would have torn through his left ventricle, but it got lodged in the fourth rib, which effectively saved his life. We’ve removed that bullet already. It’s the second one that’s going to be tricky – the bullet is lodged in his liver and is causing quite severe bleeding. He’s got a grade II laceration. We’ve got our best trauma surgeon working on him now, and he’s handling the surgery well.”

I thanked her, and returned to sit next to the team. It would likely be a few more hours in surgery.

“You guys need to explain to me how this happened,” I begged. “Did you at least catch the UnSub?”

“We did,” Hotch replied. “He’s being processed with the local PD right now.”

“Listen, Doc,” Morgan started. “You know how Reid is. He was sent in to bargain with the UnSub, and we all told him – don’t take off your vest. He didn’t listen to us, and the UnSub shot him because he perceived Reid as a threat, even without the vest.”

I took in a breath. “I need to tell you guys something.”

Everyone looked at me expectantly.

“Spencer and I weren’t going to tell you yet, but I’m not going to spend the next few hours, days, whatever, pretending that I don’t feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest.” I took another deep breath. “Spencer and I are in a romantic relationship. We’ve been together for almost six months, and we moved in together about two months ago. And, before you say anything, I know you guys have a pool about this, but please, just don’t do that right now? Spencer – he… he could die. I love him, and I just need your support right now.”

“Of course, honey,” said Emily, squeezing me around the shoulders. The rest of the team nodded sympathetically.

“Wait, aren’t you guys more surprised that we’re dating?” I asked, looking around at everyone.

“To be honest, we all pretty much knew. We just didn’t have proof,” explained Penelope.

“Oh, I had proof,” piped up Hotch.

“What?” Everyone turned to him.

“Yeah, you guys know how Reid moved apartments a few months ago? Well, he listed me as a reference, and when the landlord called, he asked me if I knew Reid’s girlfriend. I told him that I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend, who he proceeded to describe as a ‘very kind lady doctor, y/n’. That pretty much confirmed it for me.”

“Wait, you’ve known for two months?” I asked, dumbfounded. He nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything to us? Does this mean I can still work in the field with the BAU?”

“There will be some HR paperwork to fill out, but yes, you can still work in the field with Reid.”

I mustered up a smile and a ‘thank you’.

 Several hours later, Spencer’s surgeons finally emerged from the OR and came to talk to us.

“Hi there, I’m Dr Lautner, head of trauma. You must be Dr Reid’s colleagues?”

We all confirmed.

“I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is that we were able to successfully remove all the bullets, stop the bleeding, and repair all of Dr Reid’s gunshot wounds. He’ll have a bit of recovery ahead of him, but I’m ultimately pleased with how the repair went.”

He paused, but none of us said anything, waiting for the bad news.

“The bad news is that he seems to be having some kind of reaction to the anaesthetic, which has caused him to fall into a coma.”

For the second time that day, I felt my heart drop into my stomach. The surgeon kept talking, about how he’d likely wake up within the next few hours, at the most a few days, but I could barely hear anything he was saying.

“y/n. y/n, are you okay?” I heard JJ asking me.

“Can I see him?” I asked the doctor.

“Of course. He’s currently in the ICU, I’ll have a nurse take you. If you have any other questions, please let me know.”

We followed a nurse to Spencer’s room in the ICU.

“Oh my god,” I exclaimed when I saw him lying in the bed. He looked so small and was intubated. His face was slightly bruised. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again. I had seen a lot of bad things between my time in the hospital and my time as a forensic pathologist, but I had never been on this end of the situation before.

“Have they done an EEG yet?” I asked the nurse.

“I don’t think so,” she responded. “I’ll send a neurologist down to talk to you.”

She left and I approached his bed. The rest of the team crowded into the room, solemn looks on their faces. Penelope had silent tears streaming down her face, and even Hotch’s usually stern expression was cracking.

“What, uh… what will an EEG tell us again?” Asked Emily.

“It will show us his brain activity,” I explained. “If there’s no brain activity, he won’t likely wake up. That probably won’t be the case, seeing as he doesn’t have an actual brain injury, but they should still be monitoring how his brain activity progresses during the coma. Just to make sure it’s not decreasing.”

“When he wakes up, will he still be… Reid?” JJ asked.

“Probably. But no one will know for sure,” I said, beginning to cry again with the thought of Spencer without his infodumps and statistics.

“Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay,” said Morgan, coming over and giving me a one armed hug. “Why don’t you stay here, and wait for the doctor to come down. I’ll go get some of Reid’s things, and I can pick up whatever you need, okay?”

I nodded. “Can you bring me his books? There’s some evidence that coma patients can hear what’s going on around them, so I can read to him. Even if he can’t process it, I know – I know he’d like it,” I said, my voice cracking.

“Sure. Did you need anything else? Something to eat, maybe?”

“I’m not hungry,” I muttered.

For the rest of the day, the team took shifts staying with me in Spencer’s room. Emily was the last one. It was around midnight when she got up.

“You should come back to the hotel and get some sleep,” she told me. “You can stay in Reid’s room, or mine, if you don’t want to be alone.”

“That’s okay, Em. I’m just going to sleep here, but thanks.”

She looked at me, concerned. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Thanks for staying so long. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I was exhausted. A hotel bed actually sounded quite lovely, but I couldn’t bear the thought of Spencer waking up and no one being here. I curled up in the chair next to his bed, and fell asleep holding his hand.

 Two days post-op

Two days after I had arrived at the hospital, there had been no change in Spencer’s condition. They were starting to discuss transporting him home, since his actual injuries were getting stabler.

I hadn’t left the hospital since I’d gotten there. Penelope and Emily had both lent me some clothes, and the team all brought me food a couple times a day. I’d showered once in Spencer’s bathroom, but other than that, I hadn’t left his side. I read to him, most of the time.

Around 6:00 on the third day, I was chatting with JJ when Spencer started to choke.

“Oh my god he’s choking! Get a nurse!” I told JJ. A team of nurses came in and quickly removed his breathing tube. I was beaming, and JJ looked at me like I was crazy.

“Isn’t that bad?” She asked.

“No, quite the contrary! It means he’s breathing on his own. It means he’s starting to wake up!” I exclaimed. Her features brightened immediately, and she got Hotch on the phone.

A few minutes later, the rest of the team was in his room. Spencer was breathing on his own, but he hadn’t woken up yet.

About thirty minutes later, his eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened them.

“So… bright,” he croaked, squeezing them shut. Rossi dimmed the lights, and Spencer tried opening his eyes again.

“Did you - did you catch the UnSub?” He rasped out, throat dry from being intubated.

“Yes, we did,” Hotch nodded.

Spencer looked at me. “What – when did you get here?”

“Hotch called me while you were in surgery. You’ve been in a coma for three days, Spence. You really scared all of us,” I told him.

“I love you,” he said, eyes widening when he realized his mistake. “I mean-”

“It’s okay, I had to tell them. I love you too, Spencer,” I told him, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“You guys are so cute!” Squealed Penelope. “I have so many questions about this, but I’m so happy for the two of you!” Everyone chuckled, but the sentiment was genuine.

“We’re glad you’re awake, Reid,” said Hotch. “We’ll give you two some privacy.”

Once everyone left the room, I turned back to Spencer.

“You really scared me, you know? You can’t take your vest off in the field. I thought we discussed this!”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t think he was going to shoot!” He defended. I glared at him playfully, and he held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, fine, maybe it wasn’t my smartest move, but they got him!”

“Yes, but you were shot! You could have died! You have to stop acting like your life is expendable, Spencer. I… I depend on you,” I admitted. “I don’t know what I would do with myself if I lost you, especially if it was caused by something that could have been avoided.”

He looked sheepish. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s a good thing I love you so much,” I continued, motioning for him to scooch over and climbing into the narrow hospital bed next to him. “Also, I know we weren’t going to tell the team yet. But I didn’t want to bother trying to hide how upset I actually was, so I just told them.”

“I’m glad you told them. Did Hotch… did he say you could stay in the field?”

“He said we’d have paperwork to fill out, but not to worry about it.”

 5 days post-op

A few days later, Spencer was discharged.

“So, you’ll need to see a physical therapist for a bit. Wait at least four to six weeks before any intense physical activity – your doctor at home will be able to give you a better estimate – but make sure you’re still getting up and moving around. A short daily walk would be good. And, you’ll need to be cleared by a bureau physician before you can return to active duty, and I’m going to say you should wait at least 8 weeks before you do,” the doctor explained on our way out. “You should change your dressings or have someone do that for you once a day for the first couple of weeks.”

Spencer thanked him, and we all headed home. On the jet, the team finally began to ask questions.

“So, explain to us how this finally happened,” Morgan asked once everyone was settled, gesturing between Spencer and I.

“I mean, it wasn’t really anything exciting,” started Spencer, glancing at me with his lips pressed together in a small smile. “It was the night of the case we went undercover together on, right after we went home. That’s pretty much it, honestly.”

“But tell us more!” Pleaded Penelope. “Like, how do you guys spend your time together? And what’s your apartment like?”

I laughed. “There’s not that much more to tell, Pen. We spend time together the same way we did before we started dating, just reading and watching tv, sometimes going to museums, or movies. And, our apartment is amazing, for the record. You guys will all have to come over when Spence is better.”

Penelope beamed at us. “I’m just so happy for you guys!”

 When we were back home, Spencer began to crash.

“Let’s get you into bed, Dr Reid,” I told him, taking his bag and setting it on the kitchen table. “I just need to change your dressings and then you can go to sleep, okay?”

“’m not tired,” he mumbled, walking towards the bedroom anyways.

“Even so, you should get some rest. Your body needs the energy so that you can get better quicker, you know that.”

“Mhmm. Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time I’ve been shot.”

“Exactly. Change into your comfy clothes, and I’ll be right back with some new bandages.”

When I came back, he was lying on top of the covers in a pair of flannel pajama pants with his eyes closed and his arms folded across his chest. I giggled at the sight.

“Why are you laying like that?” I asked, approaching the side of the bed. He peeked one eye open.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re in a casket,” I said, laughing. Spencer just shrugged his shoulders and gave me a grin.

“Fix me up, Doctor,” he said, repositioning his arms to his sides and closing his eyes again. I started to remove bandages over his liver, and he flinched, then his eyes snapped open. “Did you wash your hands? One study reported that 38% of sampled series showed contamination during dressing changes, and that was only studying Staphylococcus aureus, Pseudomonas aeruginosa, Acine-”

“Hey, Spence, calm down,” I cut him off. “Of course I washed my hands. What kind of doctor do you think I am?” I said it in a joking tone, but I could see that he was legitimately distressed.

“I’m sorry, I just… germs. You know.”

I leant down to place a kiss on his forehead. “I know, baby. You don’t need to worry, though, okay? I promise, I washed them like I was scrubbing for surgery. Did you want me to put gloves on?”

He hesitated, but shook his head no. “I’m ready, now,” he insisted. I worked quickly and carefully, removing the current bandage, cleaning the wounds, and then redressing them.

“There, all done,” I declared when I was finished, tapping his chest lightly. “Time for you to get some rest, okay? I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.” I pulled back the covers so that he could crawl underneath them, and leant down to give him a kiss before leaving.

 One week post-op

A few days after we had gotten home, I was stepping out of the shower when I heard Spencer moving around in our bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as I walked into the room. I was getting ready for work, but it wasn’t even 7:00 and Spencer didn’t have anywhere to go.

“I’m getting dressed. I’m going to go to work,” he replied simply.

“Um, no you’re not,” I replied, walking over to him. “Spencer, you’re still in recovery. You still need to get lots of rest.”

“I won’t go into the field or anything, I just thought that I could work on consults, or help Hotch with some extra paperwork or something. It’ll be totally fine.” He continued to sort through the closet, searching for a cardigan to go over his dress shirt.

“Spencer, stop. Look at me.” I grabbed his arm and waited until I had his attention. “You can’t go into work today. Letting your brain rest is part of helping your body recover from the physical trauma it sustained. Maybe, maybe next week you can go see your doctor and ask about going back for some desk work, but less than a week after you were shot, had surgery and were in a coma for over two days? I don’t think so, mister.”

“But… I’m bored. There’s nothing to do all day,” he complained, pouting. “I read, and watch tv, and play chess, and go for a little walk every day. I did the laundry, and I tidied up the living room. I even walked to the library the other day, but I’ve done everything!”

I sighed. I knew how he felt – I hated being bored. It was one of the reasons that we were both good at our jobs. “I know, Spence. But please, I need you to listen to your doctors, if not me. The sooner you go back before your body is ready, the longer it’s going to take for you to get better. Why don’t you try learning something new?”

“Like what?” He grumbled. “I already know a lot of things.”

“Why don’t you learn how to knit? I’ve got lots of yarn that you could use, and just about every needle size. Why don’t you pick a project and learn to knit, and then you can work on the project until it’s time for you to go back to work.”

“I’ll think about it,” he muttered, still pouting.

“Hey,” I said, tilting his chin so he was looking at me. “I know it’s hard. I’m here for you if you need anything, you know that?” He nodded.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asked. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull his face down to mine for a kiss. It started out sweet, but after a moment he deepened the kiss and his hands travelled down my back to grasp at my ass.

I pulled away, chuckling. “If you’re not allowed to go to work, what makes you think that you’re going to get any loving this morning? The doctor said at least four weeks.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “How am I supposed to last that long? Nothing about this is fair.”

“I don’t know. Maybe that’s something you can figure out when you’re bored. At any rate, I need to start getting ready to go here. I’m going to be late.”

“I’ll put on some coffee,” said Spencer, leaving me alone to get dressed.

 Three weeks post-op

Two weeks later, Spencer went back to work with strict orders from his doctor and myself that he was not to accompany the team into the field, or on any cases that took them away from home.

On his first day back, I drove him to the office.

“Be smart, okay Spencer? Just… please don’t do anything stupid,” I told him as he was getting out of the car.

“I have an IQ of 187. I’m very smart,” he replied cheekily.

“Well, you do a lot of stupid things for a very smart person with an IQ of 187. Like taking off your vest in the field.” He didn’t have anything to say to that, so he just leaned in for a goodbye kiss and gave me a wave.

About two hours after I got to work, I was in the middle of an autopsy when my phone rang.

“Would you mind picking that up, Tim?” I asked.

“It’s Dr Reid,” he informed me after answering the phone. I looked up, worried.

“What does he want? Is everything okay? If it’s an emergency, I can be at the hospital-”

“He says it’s not anything urgent, just to call you when you’re done,” Tim said.

“Okay, tell him it will probably be about another hour,” I replied, my panic dissipating.

 As soon as I was finished the autopsy, I called Spencer back.

“Hey,” he answered. I could immediately tell that something was off by the tone in his voice, but I didn’t know what.

“Hi. You called earlier?”

“Yes. Don’t be mad, okay?”

I sighed. “Spencer, did I or did I not tell you when you got out of the car this morning to not do anything stupid?”

“You did. But here’s the thing – I was just very glad to be back at work, and I may or may not have told Hotch a tiny fib, and then I told him that I would call you so he could talk to you, except you couldn’t talk which was my plan to begin with, and so then he just said okay because he didn’t want to put up with me anymore, and-”

“What did you do, Spencer,” I said.

“I got on the jet. And we just got to Boston for a case.”

I didn’t say anything for a minute. I was upset, but it was more just me being worried about Spencer’s health than being actually angry, and I didn’t want to say anything I didn’t mean.

“Can you put Hotch on, please?” I asked. I heard Spencer talking to Hotch in the background, and then Hotch greeted me on the phone.

“Hey, Hotch. I don’t know what Spencer told you, but he was not cleared to travel with you guys. There’s not really much you can do now that he’s there, but can you at least try to keep him at the precinct? He absolutely cannot be chasing UnSubs around in the field.”

“Of course. I was surprised when he said that he was cleared to come with us, but he said that his doctor and you were both okay with it, and he was all ready to call you to prove it. We didn’t really have any time to waste, so I just told him to come. I’ll make sure that he stays out of the field, though. I know it’s important to his recovery time.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “I don’t mean to be overbearing, it’s just that, well… someone has to take care of Spencer. And apparently, it’s not going to be him.”

“Don’t worry,” Hotch assured me, and I thought I might hear a small smile in his voice. “I’m glad he has someone to look after him.”

I blushed, and thanked him again before he put me back on with Spencer.

“Are you mad?” He asked.

“No,” I said honestly. “I’m just worried about you, Spencer. Please, please be safe. If not for your sake, for mine, okay? Promise?”

“I promise, y/n. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you, too, y/n.”

 Four weeks post-op

I woke up with Spencer’s arms wrapped around me from behind. I shifted gently, not quite wanting to get up yet. It was a Saturday anyways; we had the time to be lazy.

When I stretched back against Spencer, I felt a distinct hardness against my back. I began to pull away, but his hands moved down from my stomach to pull my hips back against his.

“You’re awake, then?” I muttered, my voice still clouded with sleep.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, moving his head to the crook of my neck and beginning to place soft kisses up and down. I sighed in pleasure.

It had been almost six weeks since we’d had sex – four weeks since he was shot, plus the week and a half that he had been away on the case before ending up in the hospital. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to make advances before now, but I knew better than to cave in. Especially when his stitches were still at risk of ripping. However – his stitches were dissolved. He was doing well in physio and was set to be back in the field within two weeks. Maybe a little gentle morning sex wouldn’t hurt.

I began to roll my hips back against his growing bulge, and his hand travelled up, under my shirt to grasp at my breast.

“If we don’t stop now, I might not be able to,” said Spencer in a gravelly voice in my ear.

“Don’t – ah! Don’t stop then,” I replied as he tweaked my nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Just – try not to overly exert yourself, okay?”

Spencer hummed in agreement, but I’m not sure if he knew what he was agreeing to, because as soon as I told him not to stop, his hand was travelling back down my stomach and dipping under my sleep shorts.

“God, you’re so wet,” Spencer groaned, dragging his fingers through my arousal and up to my clit. I moaned loudly and rutted back against him.

“I need you, Spence,” I begged. “Inside me, now.”

He let out a soft moan at my words, rubbing his painfully hard cock against the swell of my ass. He removed his hands from my shorts just long enough to pull his boxers down, then pulled the crotch of my shorts aside and slipped into me.

“You feel so fucking good, wrapped around me like this,” Spencer rasped out.

I whimpered at his words and the feeling of him stretching me out. I wanted to tell him the same – that he felt amazing, filling me up like that – but once he started moving, I could barely remember my name. His fingers travelled back to rub small, fast circles around my clit. I was already embarrassingly close to the edge, and Spencer could tell.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl? Hm? You like the feeling of me stretching you out like this? You want me to fill you up?”

I nodded, whining. “Please, Spencer, oh – oh my god, fuck, yes!” I cried out as I came, my walls fluttering around his dick.

He sped up his movements, thrusting harder into me for a few more seconds before stilling deep inside me and coming.

“Shit, y/n,” he groaned, breathing heavily next to my ear. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against my neck as he slipped out of me. I flipped over so that I was facing him, still catching my breath.

“I really missed that,” he said, giving me a lazy grin.

“Maybe you could use that as incentive to keep your vest on in the field, hm?” I joked, reaching up to pinch his cheek lightly. He scrunched his nose at me, but leaned closer for a kiss anyways.

“You’re incentive enough,” he whispered against my lips, pressing his forehead to mine. “I’d do anything for you.”

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[stxrrywildflower]

deep blue

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - hotch recruits you for a single case, a certain genius catches your eye

warnings - cursing, mentions of case

word count - ?

note - i’m not sure the true numbers but let’s asssume the acadamy program is anywhere from two to four years

one early morning at the bau, rossi stepped into hotch’s office. “have you seen the case?” the italian man asked. hotch nodded, “yes i have. do you think we need her?” rossi pondered for a quick minute.

“i mean she would be nothing but helpful,” rossi reasoned

grabbing his suit jacket, hotch stood up. “then let’s go, the team will brief when we get back.” with that, the two men exited the office much to the confusion of the team.

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you practically grew up in the water.

as a kid, your family lived on the coast. swimming was something that came naturally and you were doing it even before you could remember. from age five to twenty-two, you did various swim teams outside and in school. in college, you had swam and broken records all while majoring in criminology. in the end, you decided to go into the fbi acadamy with your skill set.

four years in, you were just a few months away from graduating. however, you had no clue what team you would be recruited onto. you were top of your class with academics and your physical training which made you a good prospect.

you were currently swimming laps in the pool for some extra training. your instructor was sitting at one of the chairs, timing you. he looked up when two familiar agents entered the pool area. you didn’t stop swimming as you hadn’t even realized the two enter.

“agent hotchner, agent rossi,” your instructor greeted, shaking the hands of both.

the three turned towards the pool where you did your final push off of the wall on the far end. “excuse me,” your instructor spoke and leaned down by the wall, the stopwatch in hand. it didn’t take more than a few moments for you to press your hand against the wall and stop swimming.

you emerged from the water, removing your goggles and swim cap. after going under one more time to get your hair wet, you finally appeared and leaned against the wall. “how’d i do?” you asked, not completely aware of the other two agents.

“shaved off five seconds. i’m not sure why you keep wanting to break these acadamy records. you’re already in the top spot.”

you shrugged as a response before looking up at the two older men. “nice to see you again y/n,” rossi greeted. you nodded slightly before getting out of the pool and accepting a towel. once your arms were no longer wet, you shook the hands of hotch and rossi.

“so what brings you to the acadamy?” you asked as you continued to dry off. “we need your help with a case,” hotch revealed. you stopped your movements and furrowed your eyebrows. “my help? what for?” you responded.

“it’s a case in gulf shores, alabama. the unsub is using the ocean to dispose of his victims and all the divers in the city and surrounding area are on a retreat to california. we need someone with diving experience and the swimming ability to aid us,” hotch explained.

“alright, i just need ten minutes to shower, change, and then grab my bags,” you explained. “we’ll be waiting.”

you rushed into the locker rooms, rinsing your hair before using shampoo and conditioner to wash out the chlorine. you were done in record time with five minutes to spare. after changing into jeans, a tank top, your combat boots, and slipping on your oversized fbi windbreaker, you exited and went to grab your bag.

just as you said, you were meeting up with hotch and rossi ten minutes later. you had a go bag in hand and behind you was another with your diving equipment including a wet suit, flippers, and a mask. the three of you headed to the car and began your drive to the bau building.

walking in, hotch motioned for you to drop your bags in his office before following him into the conference room.

“everyone this is y/n y/l/n from the acadamy. she will be assisting us on this case,” hotch announced, “these are agents prentiss, morgan, j.j., and doctor reid. you already know rossi and that is our technical analyst penelope garcia.”

the team took in your appearance. it was hard not too, as they were profilers. you were pretty young, almost the same age as spencer. your hair was still soaking wet and you had the faint smell of chlorine on you. “wait, why do i recognize your name?” emily spoke up.

“well,” rossi started, “y/n currently holds the record for the women’s open swim competition as well as smashing the biathlon and triathlon times at the acadamy.” you blushed slightly, not used to all this attention. emily nodded, obviously realizing why she had known you.

“we can get to know y/n on the plane, let’s get started,” hotch said as he sat down.

garcia began to go over the details of the case, “three bodies have been found in the gulf of mexico over the past two days. what’s weird is that they were all killed around the same time and have markings that resemble shark bites. however, the medical examiner determined that they weren’t actually made from a shark. none of the victims knew each other either. plus, all divers are out of town. these bodies were found by chance.”

“the unsub has to know about the retreat. anyone could have stumbled on the bodies if he hadn’t,” you added.

after bouncing around possible theories, hotch told the team that it was thirty minutes before ‘wheels up’. you, however, were in hotch’s office, receiving your orders for the case.

“since you are still a cadet, you are not allowed to go anywhere alone. all orders must come from one of us,” hotch told you. it was pretty much just standard procedure.

meanwhile, the official agents of the team all sat around their desks in the bullpen. “so the new girl?” j.j. started. “she’s a killer athlete and her skills are really good,” derek added.

“what do you think reid?” emily asked.

spencer, who was reading some book, glanced up for a quick moment. “her record is impressive,” as he said this, his voice went up slightly on the last word. “oh my god,” garcia started, “you totally think she’s pretty!” spencer’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. the other agents were about to add something but hotch and you emerged from his office. “let’s head out,” he announced.

on the plane, the first ten or so minutes were spent going over the case details. “alright, i want reid, y/n, and morgan to all head down the the port. a boat is waiting to take you out to the dump sight. y/n i need you in the water seeing if anything useful is underwater. time is important and we need you there as quick as possible,” hotch ordered.

“should i get changed?” you questioned.

once seeing your superior nod, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom. it was honestly miracle that in the small airplane bathroom, you managed to change into a swimsuit and your full body wetsuit. after tossing your hair up into a messy bun, you slipped back on your shoes and made your way into the jet.

all eyes were on you as you sat back down in your seat next to spencer, now in a completely different outfit. “so y/n, what’s your life story?” emily asked. hotch and rossi were now sitting on the opposite side of the jet leaving you, j.j., derek, spencer, and emily to talk.

“well, i was raised on the coast and was pretty much swimming before i could talk fully. my parents always had me involved in different swimming groups during my childhood. i was on varsity swimming all four years of high school. i went to harvard for college, majoring in in criminology and swam for the school also. entered the acadamy after when i was 23,” you explained.

“i thought the acadamy training was only two years?” derek asked.

you shrugged and took a drink from your bottle of water, “i’m taking profiling courses and doing minor field work at the same time. it adds two years on to the program,” you responded. “so your what, 26? 27?” you cracked your knuckles, “i’m 27.”

“not much younger than pretty boy over here,” derek smirked, “so what do you do for fun?” you leaned back into your seat. “oh i’m a huge sci-fi nerd,” you smiled. spencer perked up as derek groaned. “what shows?” the genius asked.

“i mean star wars and star trek are my two favorite. i’m also a fan of doctor who but i haven’t watched it recently,” you explained.

emily, j.j., and derek all watched as you and spencer became engrossed in conversation about one of the shows. you two were talking incredibly fast and motioning rapidly with your hands. wide smiles were on both of your faces. the three other agents shared a look before going to sit in different seats.

upon arrival to the city, you, spencer, and morgan all headed down to the port. after greeting one of the police officers, you boarded the boat. you were shown a room where you could finish suiting up. the water where the body was dropped was pretty deep, meaning you would need to wear an oxygen tank.

“hey spencer!” you called, “can you come help me?” spencer walked out from the deck and into the room. “i need some help putting on the vest.” spencer grabbed the vest which would hold the tank. you held your arms out behind you as he slipped it on. the two of you were extremely close as spencer began to fasten and clip the buckles. you inhaled sharply and when you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“alright you’re good to go,” spencer spoke, still close to you.

you stepped back with a smile. after thanking on, you slipped on your boots and fins. the police officer helped put the tank on your back and connect it to your snorkel.

now, you sat on the edge of the boat, about to go under. “you ready?” morgan asked. you didn’t respond but instead leaned back so you fell off of the boat and into the water. spencer and morgan shared a quick look as they watched you disappear under the water.

minutes later, you emerged at the surface. in your hand was a necklace. derek held out a bag which you then placed the necklace in. after climbing onto the bout, spencer moved over to stand with you.

“do you need help again?”

you shook your head no. “i’m okay for now,” you spoke. as you walked away, spencer felt something be placed in the palm of his hand. he looked down to see a small polished shell, no doubt from you. he smiled softly before going to find morgan.

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three days later, the team had identified the unsub.

the only issue was that his current whereabouts were unknown and he had another girl with him. however, an anonymous tip was sent to the police station that they saw a small boat go out in the ocean a few minutes ago.

one of the police boats was started and the team piled on. as quickly as you could, you got into your scuba gear just in case. this time, it was a much more modified version; only wearing a wetsuit and a snorkel mask. you didn’t think you would need it and you weren’t even due if you were going in the water or not.

it only took a few minutes for you to arrive at the location. just as you were in view, the unsub pushed the girl off the boat before jumping in himself. he pulled her down deep as a way to drown her. the unsub was clad in his own scuba gear, allowing for him to do so.

after hotch nodded towards you, you took off running before diving off the edge of the boat.

as you swam down the ocean, you looked around. suprisingly, the unsub wasn’t even in sight. it didn’t help that the water wasn’t exactly clear. however, you managed to spot the victim a few feet down. you grabbed her arm and pulled her to the surface.

the boat was a few yards away. using one arm, you propelled yourself through the water. morgan and hotch were already waiting by the ladder at the back part of the boat. after taking your mask off and tossing it on the deck, you helped the victim over to the ladder.

once she was lifted onto the boat, you started to climb up. but, a hand on your calf stopped you. you could barely react as you were pulled underwater, most of your oxygen being knocked out of you.

the water was extremely salty but you pried your eyes open and were met with the unsubs. you were at a disadvantage as he had a mask and you didn’t. if you tried to swim up, he would just drag you back down. so there was only one option, you needed to fight.

in ten seconds, you managed to rip the mask off. you were even deeper underwater now and you knew you couldn’t hold your breath underwater. with your strength, you managed to kick the unsub hard in the stomach. the unsubs eyes showed nothing but panic as water filled his mouth.

in a final effort to save yourself, you wrapped your arms around the unsub neck and started to strangle him. black spots crowded your vision as the unsub thrashed violently, creating bubbles around you. finally, he stopped moving.

you managed to swim to the surface, taking in as much oxygen as possible as you frantically looked around.

the police boat was now even further away. you knew the risks as water was still in your lungs and dry drowning was pretty much inevitable at this point. nonetheless, you dived back under and grabbed the unsubs now dead body. after bringing it to the top, you managed to make it over to the boat.

the team helped you back onto the boat. you rolled over so you were on your knees, pressing your forehead to the deck floor. you began coughing, directly due to the salt water the filled your lungs. your eyes screwed shut as you wrapped your arms around your stomach.

spencer kneeled down beside you, placing his hand on the small of your back. “post-immersion syndrome, known as dry drowning,” spencer informed everyone.

your chest grew tighter as you struggled to breathe. in the background, you heard hotch yelling to speed up. “match my breathing pattern okay. i need you to stay calm,” spencer whispered to you.

he rolled you over so you were sitting upright. a painful look was displayed in your face as the two of you made eye contact. your breathing matched his despite your cloudy vision. you struggled to your first and over to the side of the boat, immediately leaning over the rail to cough up the water from your lungs.

that’s all you remembered before you passed out.

waking up in the hospital meet hours later was less then fun. your lungs burned but thankfully, with the ventilator, you were breathing okay.

in the corner of the hospital room, you noticed spencer sitting with a book in his hand. you smiled weakly and moved your arm to get his attention, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“hey,” spencer spoke, moving to sit by your bedside.

you smiled softly. “i feel terrible,” spencer added. you shot him a questioning look. “i mean you almost drowned. i should have done something.”

“take me out to dinner and we’ll call it even,” you managed to get out despite the raspiness of your voice.

spencer grinning brightly, “i would love too.”

[spcncershybrid]

Misunderstanding-Spencer Reid Imagine PART ONE

GIFS ARE NOT MINE I FOUND THEM ON GOOGLE

(Summary: When your brother Elijah comes back to share some news a certain genius can take it the wrong way especially when you haven’t told him your family background.)

Spencer Reid X Fem!Mikaelson!Reader

(A/N: The case portion is not the best. I'm sorry I gave up halfway writing it that’s why it’s so rushed. Also I created an instagram account for this blog!)

I walk into the bullpen greeting JJ and Penelope as I head over to my desk. I look onto my desk to see a giant bouquet of roses sitting on top of it with a small card. “Awe did Spence get you those?” JJ says, placing her hands on her face as she gushes about the flowers. “There’s a card, read it. Don’t keep us in the dust.” Penelope says getting closer. ‘-Hope you're free soon. E.M’ I read on the card. “Who’s E.M?” JJ asks. “I have no clue.” I lie as I shove the card into my desk. Why would Elijah send me flowers? “Why are you all gathered so secretively?” I hear Spencer say as he gets closer to us, tugging at his bag. “Your girlfriend has a secret admirer boy wonder.” Penelope says excitedly. “No I don’t Pen.” I say glaring at her playfully. Spencer shifts uncomfortably. I walk over to him giving him a peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it.” I whisper to him. He looks down at me smiling softly. He really shouldn’t worry seeing as the flowers are from my brother who the whole BAU has no clue about. I hear footsteps walking over to us and someone clear their throat. “Case?” I say smiling as I turn around to face Hotch. He nods as we all follow behind him. “Agent Mikaelson nice flowers by the way.” Hotch says, smiling, breaking his cold demeanor. I shove my head into my hands laughing as I sat down in the debriefing room. “I heard our fav BAU girly got flowers, kid how do you feel?” Derek says walking in putting his things down. Spencer grumbles an answer before Penelope gives us all our files. “Okay my fine superheroes our case today is just at our backdoor in Mystic Falls, Virginia.” Penelope says walking to the board with her remote. “Ten bodies were found burned and scattered in the Mystic Falls Cemetery.” Penelope says confused. She flips through the crime scene photos. “A cemetery really?” JJ questions as the outside photos appear. Now I can guess why Elijah sent the flowers. I pull out my phone and text Elijah. 

-I can see the occasion the flowers were needed for.

-Sorry for the dire circumstances whenever you are available I can pick you up

-Fine.

I place my phone back into my pocket as the team continues talking and creating theories on the case.

We all enter the jet grabbing our usual in air items for the small flight. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I place my water and chips down as I head over to the back far away from the team. “Yes?” I say answering the phone. “This conversation will continue in person but our dearest mother is back.” Elijah’s voice says through the phone. “Really?” I questioned not expecting my suspicions to be true. “How is everyone else?” I ask. “They’re adjusting and creating a plan when you land tell me.” Elijah says back. “How’d you know I was flying?” I ask, smiling slightly. “Some may say our family has marvelous hearing.” He says. I hum in response. “I’ll tell you when I land. Bye.” I say quickly as I see Spencer walk over with my drink and chips. “Who was that?” He asks as he hands me my things. “No one Spence, it isn’t really important.” I say smiling at him. “Want to cuddle? I know you sometimes hate quick landings?” He asks, sitting down next to me. He raises his arm and I immediately cuddle into his side smiling. “Awe they are so dang cute.” I hear Emily whisper over to JJ. “I know right.”  JJ whispers back smiling. I smile softly at their words although they weren't meant for my ears. I feel Spencer kiss the top of my head. “Stop.” I say softly. “I can’t reach your forehead at this angle so next best thing.” He says laughing.  

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We head over to the sheriff’s station and are greeted by Elizabeth. “Hi, welcome to Mystic Falls BAU team. I’m Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes.” She says greeting us. “Hi I am SSA Hotchner. These are SSA Rossi, Jareau, Prentiss, Mikaelson, and Morgan. This one is Dr. Spencer Reid.” Hotch introduces us all.  She leads us to a room to set up our things and exits the room. “You do know this may be supernatural.” I say exiting the room, walking over to her. “Of course.” She says smiling at me. “My family will get to the bottom of it secretly.” I say smiling back. “I heard a bunch of stories about the Mikaelson family. You don’t seem ruthless.” She says tilting her head. “Well I can control my bloodlust and before I was turned I was considered the nicest in our village. Without my humanity can be a different story.” I say matter of factly walking to the room with my team. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket before I enter the room. “Hello?” I question. “Lovely my older sister!” I hear Rebekah’s voice exclaim through the line. “Bekah? What do you need first Elijah now you. Let me guess Kol is coming next.” I say laughing slightly. “Who’s Y/N talking to?” I hear Spencer’s voice say. “Look Rebekah, I have to go, I have a case.” I say quickly. “In Mystic Falls I presume.” She says. “Yes I’m guessing it was mother. Elijah said he’ll fill me in later. Now can I please get back to my job.” I say hanging up the phone. I walk into the room catching the eyes of the team. “Sorry about that my cousin is...apartment sitting.” I lie. “Do we have anything to go off on about the case?” I switch the subject quickly to not get more questions asked. “Well Garcia is running some background information on the bodies. Only two were identified.” Derek says eyeing me. “That’s great.” I say looking at the information. “We're just about to interview the identified people’s families.” Derek says standing up. JJ and Spencer follow him out. “So who really was that?” Emily asks me as the door closes. “I don’t know what you're talking about Em.” I tell her looking away from her. “If you say so but please don’t hurt Spence in the process.” She says. “I won’t Em trust me all of you have it wrong.” I say placing some pins on the board. She hums and turns to the board placing her own things on it. Emily’s phone starts ringing. “Yes Garcia.” She answers. “Okay I’ll put you on speaker.” She says pulling her phone away from her ear, placing it on the table. “Okay girlies so, I already told the rest of the team but we have a lead on a guy named Damon Salvatore. Someone tipped him off as a low level arsonist. The team is headed to his house but they said you guys are closer to him.” Penelope says then hangs up the phone. Damon? Really? Who got him involved? “You coming?” Emily says peeking her head through the door vest in hand.

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“Damon Salvatore! FBI!” Emily says, knocking on the door. “I’ll head to the back .” I tell Emily as I sneak to the back. “Okay Damon I know you can hear me.” I whisper. “Can you tell me why the feds are at my door” I hear him whisper back. “My family is having some issues. I guess you were framed, or someone got compelled but take the fall then I’ll help compel you out.” I whisper back. “Why am I not surprised.” Damon whispers. “Just do it Damon.” I whisper, scolding him slightly. I hear the door bust down and my team's footsteps echo around the house. I enter through the back meeting Damon’s blue eyes. “Let me arrest you.” I whisper. He rolls his eyes and turns around. I quickly cuff him and exit the home handing him over to Sheriff Forbes. “Your family owes me.” I hear Damon whisper. “Yeah yeah.” I whisper back heading into the FBI van. We make it back to the sheriff's station with Damon being held by Sheriff Forbes. “When we leave you can compel them.” I say walking towards him. “Of course. Tell Barbie Klaus I said hi.” He says, smirking slightly. I nod and walk over to my team as we all gather our things to head to the jet. 

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We all walk into the bullpen setting our stuff down at our desks. I see Spencer swiftly type something into his phone before shoving it back into his pocket before exiting the bullpen. “Delivery for a Y/N Mikaelson.” I hear a guy’s voice say from behind me. I look over to see a man holding a bouquet of orchids. I see the team clasping their hands together looking excited. Next time I see Elijah I will end him. I walk up to the delivery guy and stare into his eyes. “Whoever sent these flowers you will return them and tell the person I didn’t want them.” I say compelling him. The delivery boy exits the room with the flowers. I hear my phone ding. Think of him he shall message. Great Elijah again.

-I’m outside

-I’ll be there now Elijah

I grab my bag and exit the room making my way to the elevator. I head down and step outside being greeted by my brother's car. “Stop sending me flowers this morning was enough Elijah.” I say opening his car door. “I didn’t send any after this morning.” He says looking towards me. “Then who sent them.” I say confused shoving my bag into the car. “My guess it’s him.” Elijah says pointing behind me. “Y/N!” I hear Spencer exclaim as he holds orchids and my phone in his hand. I hesitate slightly looking at Spencer. “First it was the flowers then the secretive texts and calls. Is that him?” Spencer says running a hand through his hair. “What?” I asked confused. “Is he the reason you sent my flowers back?” Spencer questions shoving the flowers in Elijah direction. “That was you?” I ask piecing together the situation. He messaged the flower delivery guy while we were all in the bullpen. “Don't act like you didn’t know you told the delivery guy to give it back!” Spencer says, raising his voice. “If we leave now we can make it.” I hear Elijah say stepping out of the car. “Make it where Y/N.” Spencer's voice cracks slightly as tears pools his eyes. “I can’t say where Spencer.” I tell him sadly. I can’t tell him about my mother; she'll probably kill him. “If you get in that car don’t bother coming back.” Spencer says walking to me, handing me my phone. I hesitate looking between him and the car door. Elijah steps back into the car. “Sorry Spencer.” I whisper, grabbing my phone. I step into the car and shut the door leaving Spencer standing at the sidewalk. Elijah starts to drive off turning up the music slightly. I look at the side mirror seeing Spencer throw the flowers in the car's direction and drop to his knees. My heart breaks at the sight. I broke his heart. “You and your boyfriend seem to be in the middle of a huge misunderstanding.” Elijah says breaking the silence. “Should I just come clean and tell him?” I ask, sighing heavily as I look out the window. “Do you love him?” Elijah asks, looking towards me. “Yes but I never told him about our family and us being the originals. This whole mess makes me want to skip town and just let him have a normal life without me Elijah.” I say looking at him. “If you love him and trust him, tell him. I envy your semi-normal life, we all made a vow to each other but you still managed to live your life.” Elijah confessed as he stared back to the road. “Yeah well thinking and acting mortal doesn’t necessarily make me one.” I say sadly as an unknown tear slips out. I hear multiple beeps go off from my phone indicating a bunch of messages.

Pen: What did you do to Boy Wonder?

JJ: What happened between you and Spence?

Derek: Did you and kid have a fight?

Emily: What did you do??

Hotch: What happened between you and Reid?

I shut off my phone sighing at the influx of messages. What the hell did I do?

[recollins]

Okay but imagine Spencer with a 4’10” girlfriend, though. When he brought her to family dinner for the first time and the jokes that would ensue (most of them from Morgan of course). Bonus father lecture from Hotch if she happened to be a survivor of an unsub the BAU put away. She would be so jealous of JJ if it was before Will came along.

Okay but this was super adorable and I loved it! I was going to add in the Hotch and JJ stuff, but honestly this is over 1300 words (oops) and I had to force myself to stop 😅I hope you like this!

Pairing: Spencer x Female Reader Words: 1,318 Content: Fluff Warnings: Teasing/mocking Masterlist

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Dating an FBI agent wasn’t something you’d ever seen yourself doing, but Spencer Reid just wasn’t a man you could resist. You’d been drawn to him the moment he’d walked into your bookstore. It wasn’t his striking eyes, or the sharpest jawline this side of the Rocky Mountains, or the sweater vest that insisted on fitting him illegally well. Hell, it wasn’t even the breathtaking smile he’d fixed you with the moment you’d met his gaze.

It was the way you’d seen him admiring the books along the shelves as he walked by, his slim fingers dancing over the spines, soft pink lips fluttering as he read the titles to himself, smiling at a few he apparently recognized. A man with an appreciation for good literature was your weakness, and you’d fallen for him instantly.

He’d been there working the recent string of murders – local small business owners that had been tortured and killed all over town. He and his partner, Morgan, had spent almost twenty minutes asking you about anyone that might fit the description of their profile. It sounded a lot like Kevin, a shifty worker you’d had to let go a few days back, and after they got his information they’d left on their hunt.

When it turned out you had unfortunately been spot-on about Kevin – confirmed when he broke in that night to get his revenge for you firing him – it had been Spencer that’d pulled you to safety. He’d stayed with you all that night, even driving you home once you’d been cleared to leave the scene.

And then a week later, it’d been Spencer you found perusing the aisles of your bookstore again under the guise of a “post-case welfare check”. That had been almost two months ago, and now that you’d officially become a couple he insisted you properly meet his team. Not that you’d been putting it off or anything, but… there were a few concerns you knew they’d have with your relationship.

“There’s nothing against dating someone involved in a case,” Spencer told you for the hundredth time, giving your hand a squeeze as the two of you headed up the sidewalk towards the restaurant. Though it looked like a romantic gesture, both of you knew it was just to keep you from bolting the opposite direction.

“Okay, but won’t it be weird to them?” you pushed back, also for the hundredth time. Spencer shook his head and said simply,

“No, (y/n), it won’t be. I promise you. They’re all dying to meet you, and I really want you to get to know them. They’re my family.”

Which was the only reason you’d finally relented to dinner. You sighed and murmured, “yeah. I know. I just… I’m already awkward as it is and I really want them to like me, Spence.”

“They already do because of how happy you make me,” he promised, tugging you to a stop. When you turned to look up at him – quite a feat for your 4’10” self – his gaze softened. “If you really don’t want to go, we don’t have to. I’d never force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

With a sigh, you gave him a sweet smile and said simply, “I want to meet them, and this is important to you. I’m fine, really. I’m just nervous.”

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” he promised, giving your hand a squeeze, looking more excited now that you’d assured you were okay with this. How could you deny him anything when he was this adorable?

“You’re lucky I like you,” you teased, allowing yourself to be lead inside the restaurant. Spencer looked down at you and said honestly,

“I really am.”

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Spencer couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy. Having (y/n) laughing and enjoying a meal with his team – his family – was something he never knew he needed until now. There’d been a small ripple of surprise when the others recognized her, but it had only been temporary because almost immediately Garcia – who hadn’t met her – wanted to know the story of how they’d met.

And that’s how Morgan had gotten started.

At first it was just a quip of, “don’t know how she even saw us, standin’ behind that counter”. Spencer had caught the jab at her height, but if (y/n) noticed she didn’t comment. Spencer hadn’t at first. When the waitress asked about drinks and Morgan threw out, “you gotta be this tall to order from this menu,” Spencer had given him a pointed frown, but stayed quiet.

When she’d asked Emily to pass the salt and Morgan had teased, “you want me to grab you a booster seat, (y/n)?” Spencer had sighed, “Morgan.” His best friend looked up, gave him a mischievous grin, and threw a wink before asking if (y/n) needed him to cut up her chicken for her.

Thankfully, Morgan had to stop talking in order to eat, and Rossi had gotten the table on a heated discussion to keep things interesting. Unfortunately, everyone had a few drinks by now and things were starting to take off.

“Pineapple does belong on pizza, Derek Morgan, and I will fight you on that,” Emily threatened, waving a fork precariously in his direction as Morgan made a face and shook his head.

“Right, like I’m gonna take that from the woman who doesn’t think pickles belong in peanut butter,” he scoffed, getting another wave of protest from Emily, Rossi, and – to Spencer’s surprise – (y/n).

She shook her head at him and laughed, “Pineapple pizza is one thing, but I’ve gotta draw the line somewhere. Why would you even put pickles in peanut butter? That’s disgusting!”

“Ay, uh-uh,” he mumbled around a bite of potatoes. He held his hand out a few inches over her head and teased, “you gotta be this tall to have your opinions count!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, and though she laughed with the others, Spencer had had enough. Morgan caught his glare and raised his brows in question.

“Morgan, enough. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mock my girlfriend –“

“Oh come on pretty boy! Don’t go gettin’ short with me –“

“Morgan I swear to god –“

“That’s (y/n)’s job!”

The others laughed and irritably Spencer tossed his fork down, his patience gone. To his surprise, though, (y/n)’s small hand settled comfortingly on his knee beneath the table. She gave him a reassuring smile, and then then winked unexpectedly before turning back to Morgan.

“It’s alright, Spence. Don’t get mad at him. Morgan wouldn’t know what to do – he’s got no experience with hairy situations.”

Hotch snorted into his wine and the rest of the table dissolved into laughter at the look of shock on Morgan’s face. He gaped at (y/n), who smirked at him smugly as she took another bite.

“Did you just – did she – she made a bald joke!” Morgan gasped, jaw hanging open as the others laughed harder.

“I did. I know that was a little hard to see coming with the blinding reflection your head gives off…” (y/n) teased, and for a heartbeat, Spencer thought he was actually upset.

In the next moment, though, Morgan was just laughing and shaking his head with the others. He gave Spencer a grin and told him honestly,  

“Alright, kid. You picked a good one, so you better hold onto her.” There was a pause, and Morgan snickered as he added, “I mean, we don’t want her getting lost in some tall grass…”

The table dissolved into laughter and Spencer finally joined in. His hand came to rest over the one (y/n) still had on his knee, and she glanced up to meet him with a happy grin. She fit seamlessly with his family and again, he couldn’t believe he’d managed to find someone as amazing as her.

Yes, he was very lucky she liked him. Very lucky indeed.

[hotchxprentiss]

Maybe Baby: Chapter One *

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Chapter Summary: How Emily and Aaron’s one night stand came to be.

Word Count: 2.4k

Chapter Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, SMUT (oral sex-male receiving, vaginal sex)

1995

“Mother, do I really have to go to this thing? I mean they really only need you to attend. Besides I don’t want to spend my spring break at a meeting between France and Italy,” Emily said as she was adjusting her dress.

“Emily, dear, we’ve already discussed this. You attending this meeting would be good for your image. Plus you might even change your mind and decide to follow my footsteps,” Elizabeth told her daughter.

“I’ve told you plenty of times that I don’t want to become a diplomat. It’s my dream to join and be part of the FBI. C’mon, mom, you should know this by now.”

“But Emily-”

“Excuse me, ma’am, the meeting is going to begin in half an hour. Are you two ready to leave?”

“Yes, we’ll be down in five minutes. Thank you, Aaron,” Elizabeth responded.  

Once the mother and daughter pair were inside the vehicle, Aaron began driving to the hotel. After fifteen minutes of complete silence, Emily was about to speak up when Aaron interrupted her.

“Ambassador, Miss Prentiss, we’re here. Would you like me to escort you inside?” he asked

“Oh no it’s alright. Emily and I will be okay.”

“Alright, ma’am, I’ll just meet you inside the hotel. If you need me I’ll be outside the doors of the conference room. Have a good time, ladies.”

As the meeting continued, Emily started dozing off while the prime ministers of the two European countries babbled about their agreement. She remembered what Aaron told her and her mother, so she decided to pay him a little visit. Emily quietly sneaked out of the conference room and saw Aaron standing by the door.

“Hey, Agent. Wanna get outta here? I’m bored.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Prentiss, but I’m afraid I can't do that.”

Aaron took a quick glance at the diplomat’s daughter and suddenly his crush on the gorgeous woman came crashing back down on him.

He began working as a security agent for Elizabeth Prentiss after he finished college, around five years ago. Every once in a while during his shifts, he saw a fair skinned young woman roaming around Elizabeth’s home. He assumed it was his supervisor’s daughter since they both had the same raven colored hair and coffee colored eyes. His suspicions were confirmed when the woman called the ambassador “Mother”. After a few years of working as an agent, Aaron started to gain feelings for Emily. He couldn’t help but notice the curls that framed her small face, or the way she smiled whenever she saw him in the room. When she was around, he found it quite difficult to resist staring at the way her breasts would𑁋

“Aaron. Aaron. Are you listening to me?”

The sound of Emily’s voice interrupted his train of thought. He took a look at her face and saw her pink, plump lips pouting at him.

“C’mon, Aaron, let’s leave already. I promise you won’t get in trouble with Mother. I’ll tell her it was all my idea. Please?”

He couldn’t say no to the beautiful woman in front of him, so he gave her a quick nod and she took her hand to lead them out. They both arrived at the SUV and Aaron asked her where she wanted to go. Emily told him that she wanted to go to the diner near her home since she enjoyed their burgers. During the ten minute drive, they made small talk before they arrived at the small, family owned diner. They both found seats and Emily decided to strike up a conversation with the tall agent. 

“So, do you have any plans after this whole security agent gig, or is this going to be permanent?” she asked as she looked through the menu. 

“Well, I actually have an interview with the FBI in two weeks. The opening position is a profiler at the Seattle field office.”

Aaron couldn’t help but notice her disappointment at his words. However, she quickly covered it with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

“Oh wow that’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll get in. It’s actually my dream to be part of the FBI. Maybe we’ll work together one day,” she chuckled.

He gave her a small smile and without thinking twice, he took her soft hand in his. He felt her tense up a bit but she quickly relaxed in his touch. 

“I’m sure we will. I can’t wait to see you with your FBI vest, you’ll look cute.”

Emily blushed at his statement and gave his hand a small squeeze. She raised her other hand and placed it gently on Aaron’s left cheek.  She slowly leaned in and𑁋

“Hello, my name is Linda and I’ll be your server for today. Are you two ready to order?”

The pair quickly let each other go and looked up at the waitress. 

“Uh yeah we’re ready. We’ll both have the burger and fries and she’ll have a strawberry milkshake.”

The waitress wrote down their order and left to give it to the diner’s chef.

Emily gave him a confused look and asked, “How do you know I like strawberry milkshakes?”

He let out a small laugh and said, “I’ve seen you sipping down on one a couple times. Your eyes would always light up when they got delivered to your home.”

Emily took both of his hands this time and smiled at him. For a while it seemed as though they were the only people at the diner, staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying the other person’s presence. The hot steam from their food ruined their movement and they pulled apart. They ate in silence, occasionally asking if they’re enjoying their meal or if they want to order anything else. After the pair finished, they split the bill and headed off to the Prentiss household.

When they arrived, Emily asked him if he wanted to join her upstairs in her room.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Miss. Your mother might be arriving soon.”

“Don’t be such a killjoy, Aaron, we’re just gonna talk. And please stop calling me ‘Miss’. I call you ‘Aaron’ instead of ‘Agent’ so might as well call me ‘Emily’.”

He took a while to think it through, but he eventually agreed. 

“Alright, Emily.”

She smiled, took his hand, and the pair went upstairs. They started walking towards the end of the hallway and Emily led him inside the room with the letter ‘E’ at the door. Her room was completely neutral. Barely any color or decorations. The only thing that stood out was the queen sized bed and the large picture frame of her family. 

“There’s not much in here. Why do you keep it so plain?” Aaron asked as he sat down in the armchair at the end of the room.

“Aren’t you applying to be a profiler? Why don’t you tell me?” she replied with a hint of a smile.

He flushed of embarrassment before Emily interrupted him. 

“I’m just kidding! Geez, Aaron, let loose a little.”

He visibly relaxed at her statement and leaned back into the chair.

“My room is like this because there’s really no point in decorating it. I’m not home for most of the year because of college. Plus I don’t want Mother to judge me based on what my room looks like. You know how she could be.”

Aaron had a look urging her to go on. He could tell she had more to say and he wanted her to let it all out. Emily sighed and continued.

“Growing up my mom and I were never really close. She never abused me or anything but she was just never there. We moved all over Europe and the Middle East because of her job. It was hard to maintain a permanent life because of it. Then as I grew older she forced me to attend all her businesses and shit. If she actually put in effort into being a good mother, she would’ve known that I want to be in the FBI.”

She took a deep breath as her eyes started to brim with tears. Aaron immediately went up to sit beside her on the bed. He pulled her into his chest and gently rubbed her back. Emily wrapped her arms around his torso and softly cried into his shoulder. Aaron whispered sweet nothings to help calm her down. At the sound of his voice Emily’s cries started to die down and she unwrapped herself from him. 

“Thank you for today. I know you didn’t want to join me and had other important things to do. I just didn’t want to be alone and I thought you were the best person to be with me. I’m sorry for dragging you into my problems,” she sniffled. 

“Oh, sweetheart, please don’t apologize. I’ll always be here for you, not because it’s my job, but because I care for your well being.”

Emily blushed at the term of endearment and slowly leaned towards Aaron. He noticed this but didn’t stop her, instead he started leaning towards her, too. Once their lips were merely a few centimeters away from each other, Emily placed her hand on Aaron’s cheek and stroked her thumb against it. She then placed her soft lips on his. They stayed in that position for a moment, their lips pressed against each other. Emily grew impatient and started moving her mouth against his lips. He immediately kissed her back with more passion and intensity. He placed his arms around her waist and continued the assault on their lips. After a few minutes of deeply exploring each other’s mouths, they pulled apart to catch their breaths. 

“Kiss me again,” Emily said.

“We can’t do this. I’m here to protect you, not have sex.”

“Aaron, please. No one has to know. It’s just the two of us here. And I know you’re gonna say it’s wrong for me to be intimate with one of my security agents but𑁋”

He grabbed her face and kissed her again to shut her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his hair. He let out a soft moan which prompted Emily to bite his bottom lip. Aaron took that as a sign and opened his mouth so she could explore it with her tongue. The pair fought for dominance but he eventually won. He pulled away from her mouth and started pressing light kisses on her neck causing her to arch her back.

“Mmm fuck, Aaron.”

She began to unbutton his dress shirt as he nibbled and sucked on her sweet spot. Once she got it open she gestured him to take it off, which revealed his pale and toned chest. Emily pushed him down the bed and placed small kisses on his muscles. She reached towards his pants and immediately noticed his arousal.

“Hmmm do you need help with this?” Emily seductively asked as she palmed his hard on. 

Aaron let out a loud groan and she took out his cock. There was precum leaking from the tip and Emily used her thumb to spread it. She brought her tongue down as she licked from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. Aaron placed his large hand on her head and Emily took his thick length inside her mouth. She found it difficult to take him all the way but after a few tries she managed to bring his tip to touch the back of her throat. He could feel the vibrations of her moans on his cock, causing him to buck his hips up. Emily let out a small gag but continued her ministrations. She could tell he was close due to the twitching she felt in her mouth so she took him even deeper and massaged his balls.

“E-emily, I’m so close. God fuck, baby, you’re so good.”

She gladly accepted the praise and soon enough, he spilled into her mouth. She swallowed all of him dry and smiled.

“You taste amazing by the way. Can’t wait to do that again,” Emily said as she wiped her mouth. 

Aaron grabbed her by the neck and kissed her roughly. He tasted himself in her mouth and she let out a small whimper. Emily stood up and quickly took off her dress. Once it was on the floor he stared at her white, lacy bra and panties. He growled and took her in his arms so she was on top. She unclasped her bra and he took her pink nipple in his mouth. Aaron sucked the hard bud while pinching the nipple of her other breast. Emily released a loud moan while he moved one of his hands to her core. He used his thumb to rub her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. Aaron flipped them over so Emily was underneath him. He ripped off her panties and his mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy. He placed his tongue flat on her core and licked a stripe up to her clit, leaving Emily in a moaning mess.

“Stop teasing, I want you inside me,” she begged.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop right now. I won’t judge,”

“Of course I want to do this.”

Aaron took his pants off completely and lined himself at her entrance.

“Wait do you have a condom?”

“It’s okay, I’m clean and on the pill. Just hurry up and stick it in already.”

He chuckled at her eagerness and slowly slid inside her. Emily’s face contorted into a mix of pain and pleasure, telling him to stop moving for a second. After a few moments she gave him a small nod and he started to thrust back and forth. Aaron picked up his pace at the sounds of her erotic moans. Groans and skin slapping echoed throughout the room and they were pretty sure if there were other people inside the house they would hear their pleasures. 

“Shit I’m so close, Aaron.”

He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Aaron felt her walls clench around his cock and Emily screamed his name as she reached her climax, her warmth putting him closer to release. He traced kisses down her neck and bit down as he spilled inside her. They stayed in that position for a few moments before he gently collapsed on top of her, keeping his weight at his arms. Emily looked up and kissed him softly, letting Aaron cup her right cheek.

“So when’s round 2?” she asked with a giggle. 

He traced his index finger along her cheek and responded, “Anytime, baby. Anytime.”

[oneshotsandheadcanons]

Bank Heist - Spencer Reid

Request; Wasn’t one, but I have two Reid fics in the works and need to write them.

Summary; Based on the Season 7 2-part finale. When JJ won’t let Will in the building, Y/N finds out they didn’t actually see who shot and killed the UnSub and she decides to go in Will’s place.

The whole team besides Spencer and Kevin were currently outside a bank. Three Unsubs had decided to rob it, but Will had managed to shoot one of them, killing him.

Now, they wanted the person who killed him and were gonna keep killing hostages till they got them. JJ didn’t want Will going in there and I understood, they had a family, a son who needed his father. Will was currently standing alone and I headed over to him.

“Hey Will, did they ever see you? The Unsubs?” I asked him.

“No, they didn’t.”

“So they didn’t know it was you who killed him?”

“No, they don’t know who it was.” He shook his head. “Why?”

I didn’t answer, but instead moved to a hidden area to put my bulletproof vest under my clothes. Knowing he was still at the BAU and couldn’t stop me, I text Spencer.

“I love you.” Was all I put. I knew he and Kevin were watching it unfold.

Me and Spencer had been dating for two years now, but if Will didn’t go in, it would be Erin or Hotch, both of whom had kids. I couldn’t let that happen. 

I left my gun and phone somewhere they would eventually be seen and walked towards the bank with my hands in the air. While I was walking, I heard Hotch answer the phone and say Spencer’s name but I was too close to the bank for they to stop me.

I walked inside, to immediately have a gun on me. “What’s your name?” The male Unsub demanded.

“SSA Y/N Y/L/N.” I replied, before they shot me. Thankfully, it was in the chest and I had my vest on.

It still hurt like hell, but I was alive. I dropped to the floor, groaning in pain. He knew what he’d done, knowing there was no way I’d be in here with no protection.

They didn’t wanna kill me, I was an FBI agent, leverage. Cracks were starting to show between the two of them though, the woman wanted more power over the man, which he didn’t like.

I was helped up by two people who had figured out who I was.

“Listen, I’m gonna cause a distraction to get you guys out.” I told them. “I need you find the agent with the boyband haircut and tell him I’m sorry.”

“You don’t wanna tell him you love him?”

“He already knows.”

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They seemed to let the hostages go a little too easily for me, there was a bigger plan here. They took my purse and grabbed something out of it before giving it back to me.

I wasn’t sure what they’d taken, ID, money. The only thing I was worried about was that I had all the teams addresses in there. I mean, why they’d want that I don’t know.

They took me out of the building and into a car, but I managed to drop my purse before they put me in the car. Letting whoever found it know I left the building.

I was still bleeding and they knew they needed me, so they took me to a vet who patched me up. The girl then made the guy drive to an alleyway.

He’d seemed to had enough and demanded to know the rest of the plan, but she shot him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re driving now.”

I got out of the car and opened the drivers door. 

“What, you want me to just leave him here?”

She nodded. I sighed but did what she said. I tried to put him down as gently as I could, before getting in the car.

“Sorry about the mess.” She said, as she failed to wipe blood off the seat.

Apparently, we were here to meet the real boss of this whole thing. Whoever it was, just got into the back of the car.

“Hello, Y/N.”

It was the guy who helped me in the bank.

“You?”

“Surprised?”

They made me drive to JJ’s address. “Why are we at JJ’s house?”

“We know she has a kid.” She explained, holding up a picture of JJ and Henry that said thank you for looking after Henry love JJ xx on it.

“They have nothing to do with this.” 

“I know, but we need to make sure you’ll do what we ask, so she’ll stay here with Henry and you’ll come with me.” The leader explained.

“You hurt him, I will kill you.” I directed to the girl. “I don’t care what happens to me.”

I saw Henry playing outside with the sitter and got out of the car.

“Hey, you working the case?” The sitter asked, as we neared.

“Yeah, in shifts. Have you been watching?”

“Oh no, I didn’t want the kids to see.”

I nodded. “This is my...”

“Cousin.” She interrupted.

“My cousin, she’s gonna watch Henry.” Since I watched Henry a lot, she didn’t question it.

Henry came inside his house with us, I had a key. “Hey Henry, this is...”

“Izzy.”

“Izzy, and she’s gonna watch you for a bit, okay? Can you say hi?”

“Hi Izzy.” He smiled.

I gave him a hug, before I left. I hoped JJ and Will didn’t hate me forever. He made me drive him to the station.

When we got there, he took me upstairs onto a floor under construction. He tied me up before strapping a bomb to me and set it.

I just hoped the team got here soon. Thankfully, I heard Hotch yelling to evacuate. I sighed in relief.

I heard footsteps and saw Emily run up the stairs.

“Emily, you gotta get out of here.” I told her. She ignored me, looking at the bomb.

“Okay, four numbers. They met in 2008.” She said to herself. She typed 2008, getting a failed attempt.

“Emily what’re you doing? You gotta leave.” I said, knowing she only had two attempts left.

“Okay to them this is romantic.” She spoke to herself again. “This is all about love.”

She put in the numbers that corresponded with the letters and got it wrong again.

“Okay, this is all for her, it’s got something to do with her.”

“Izzy, her name is Izzy!” I exclaimed. This was the last attempt, it had to be right.

Thankfully, she was and we both breathed a sigh of relief. It didn’t last long, as another compartment popped open, this time with wires.

Emily was talking to herself again, but I wasn’t hearing her. She cut a wire at the last second and it stopped, making us both sigh in relief again.

“How’d you do that?” I asked.

“I didn’t overthink it.”

I got untied and we headed outside, where they tried to get me straight in an ambulance but I saw JJ and Will. “Just give me two seconds and I’ll gladly go.”

They nodded and I headed over to them. “Is Henry okay?”

“He’s fine, she didn’t touch him.” JJ assured me.

“JJ touched her though.” Will smirked.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t have a choice. She found my address book and the picture you gave me.”

“We know, it’s okay.” JJ hugged me. “We know you wouldn’t willingly put Henry in danger.”

“Yeah, we know you love him. You’d get yourself hurt before him.” Will said.

Satisfied they forgave me, I got in the ambulance. They took me to hospital and admitted me. I wasn’t in my room long, before Rossi bought Reid along.

He ran straight in my room, engulfing me in a hug. “I’m so sorry.” I mumbled into his shoulder. “I couldn’t let Will go in there.”

I released him and looked at him. “He has family, Henry and JJ who need him.”

“But I need you Y/N, I thought I lost you.” He said, looking sad.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let Henry lose his dad.”

Reid looked like he was thinking something over.

“Marry me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Marry me.” He repeated. “Today has made me realise exactly how much you mean to me. When I got that text, I thought I’d lost the most important thing in my life. And when the bank blew up, I didn’t care about myself only you. I want to be with you forever, Y/N.”

“Ask me properly.” I smiled. “I want you down on one knee.”

Without hesitation, he got on one knee. “Y/N, I haven’t got a ring yet, but I promise to get the perfect one. Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” I grinned. He stood up again, kissing me deeply.

“Let’s do it here, there’s a chapel.” He said.

“I know I’m supposed to wear a gown, but I’d prefer it not to be this one.” I laughed. “We’ll go to the courthouse Monday.”

He nodded, but I knew that wasn’t the plan. I saw Rossi already on the phone, and he winked when he saw me, making me smile. It was gonna be perfect.

[actuallyspencerreid]

Unbreakable || ch 4

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———

Dave’s intentions were good. He didn’t know that your parents would be pay attention to the Virginia newspapers. No one could have guess that your parents would take the effort to check up on you after what happened at the Fremont Police station just a month ago.

You were gathering your case files after the morning briefing when you cell started ringing with an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“You were going to get married without telling us?” You groaned at the sound of your mother's voice. “Are you really that low that you wouldn’t include your parents in your nuptials?”

You rolled your eyes. “How did you know that I was getting married, Mother?”

“Someone named David Rossi posted an announcement in the Virginia Gazette.”

You looked out at the bullpen, where Dave was talking to Morgan. Of course he did. You shut the conference room door, not wanting the entire FBI to hear your conversation.

“Yes, Mother. Spencer and I are getting married next year.” You smiled softly at your fiance, who was looking up at you with a confused expression. You shook your head slightly, answering his unspoken question. “Are you okay?”

“So you really are settling.” You could hear the disgust on her voice. “It’s very disrespectful that you didn’t discuss this with us, (Y/N). Even more disrespectful that Steven didn’t both to ask for our blessing beforehand.”

“His name is Spencer.” You snapped. “And as I said last month, I don’t answer to you anymore! Save for that one day, we haven’t spoken in over eight years. Your opinion about who I’m with and what I’m doing means nothing to me. I don’t even know how you got my number, but I’m glad you did as I can now block you. Have a good day, Mother!”

You hung up before she could say anything. Taking a deep breath, you wiped away the couple of tears that had started spilling. Pacing for just a quick minute, you gathered your wits.

“You have a case to get to,” you muttered to yourself, grabbing your case file. Not paying attention, you swung the conference room door open and almost ran into Spencer.

“Everything okay?” He asked, arms instinctually wrapping around your waist loosely.

You nodded. “Rossi posted a wedding announcement in the Gazette and apparently my parents found it. That was my mother, being disappointed in me as per usual.”

He pulled you close, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Well we’re all proud of you, so what do they matter anyway.”

You laughed, the tension in your chest dissipating. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He leaned down and pecked your lips softly. “Now come on, we have a case to solve. In Florida.”

-----

You sighed as you laid back on the bed in you and Spencer’s hotel room. You were ending day four of your investigation, and another body was found just as the team was packing up for the night. This one was different though. Before, when your unsub killed, they were just dumping the bodies at various parks in Jacksonville. This time around, your victim was posed in a tux on the steps of a church. You were drifting out of consciousness when you’d connected a few dots.

“Spence!” You called out to your fiance, who was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He rushed out, hair still dripping wet and toothbrush in his mouth.

“I think our unsub is a woman.” You scrambled around for your files, laying them out on the bed to help explain your thinking. “She’s killing men who are specifically on their way to the altar. I bet if we asked the family of tonight's victim, they’d say he was slated to get married in the next couple months or so.”

“Maybe she was slighted by a husband or boyfriend.” Spencer wiped the excess toothpaste from his face after unceremoniously spitting into a disposable cup on his nightstand. “How does she know that these men are engaged? Men don’t walked around with any indication of involvement until after the wedding.”

“Wedding planners know the couples daily schedule. Aside from the actual couple, wedding planners know the most intimate details because they have to accurately determine what exactly the couple wants on their most important day.”

“And except for the third victim, all of the couples had the same wedding planner.” Spencer was already on the phone as you pulled your jacket on. “He might have been her real target. Everyone else was just a surrogate.”

“Hotch. We know who our unsub is.”

-----

You sat on the plane with Spencer, leaning on him and watching as he played poker with Derek and Emily.

“We should get married.” You said quietly, impulsive.

“I thought you were already doing that.” Derek laughed.

“Am I missing something?” You sat up straight and looked Spencer in the eye.

“We should get married. This weekend.” You’d thought about it during the arrest and the thought of going another eleven months not being married to Spencer was torture in and of itself.

“We don’t need some big, fancy ceremony. I don’t have enough people that I care about for that. Everyone that I could possibly want at my wedding is on this plane, minus Penny and your mom. We can rearrange the living room, Emily can officiate and we’ll make a quick list of everything else we could possibly need. We can go file the marriage liscence in the morning and have it by Saturday.”

“Okay,” he nodded. Your heart swelled as you leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

“Get a room.” Hotch called from a seat away. You laughed and pulled away, resettling on his shoulder.

“I hope you guys can get married with no money, cause that’s a full house. Jacks over threes.” Derek looked smug as he laid his cards down.

Spencer laughed and showed his hand. “Think again. Royal flush.”

-----

“We’re all ready when you are, kiddo.”

You turned to Dave, who was standing in the doorway of your bedroom. Just as you’d said a few days ago, you and Spencer managed to pull together your small, dream wedding. He flew his mother out from Las Vegas and she stayed with you at the apartment while Spencer stayed at Derek’s. Emily got ordained, Derek was named the best man, Penny named the maid of honor. You felt a twang of disappointment knowing that your mother wouldn’t be there, but you knew that it was for the best.

It only cost a few thousand dollars for all the food and decorations, but you and Spencer had a healthy savings account. You’d even managed to convince Hotch to give you guys the following two weeks off.

“Do I look okay?” You tuned back to the mirror and ran your hands over the bodice of your dress. You’d gotten it from a thrift store and upcycled it yourself, adding details with supplies from a craft store.

“You look great.” He held his hand out for you. “Spencer is the luckiest man in the world and I know he will never forget that.”

You smiled and took his hand. Grabbing your bouquet, you took a deep breath and let him lead you to the living room.

Everyone stood as you rounded the corner. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the love of your life. His navy blue tux fit him so well, and he’d cut his hair, taking in the sides slightly and actually styling it. The white flower on his chest matched the one that was in your hair, and he had on the custom SR cufflinks you’d gotten him as an anniversary gift last year.

Out of the corners of your eyes, you could see the rest of your team as you made your way to Spencer, but your main focus was on him. There were tears in his eyes as he took your hands in his.

“You look so beautiful,” he said quietly.

“So do you.” you joked, which made everyone laugh.

“You may all be seated.” Emily said. Focusing on you, she smiled. “I know that you said that you weren’t going to write your own vows, but Spencer asked that he be allowed to anyway.”

“Seriously!” You turned to your soon to be husband and scowled playfully. “I should have known.”

“Yes you should have.” Derek said, making everyone laugh once again.

When the room was once again quietly, Spencer spoke. “(Y/N), I have been in love with you from the moment you stepped into the BAU. There was a time when I thought that I wasn’t meant to fall in love, that I was so pleasantly surprised when you told me that you loved me for the first time. I’ve never felt so strongly or so passionately about anyone as I feel about you. I know that I can be difficult at times and I don’t always pick up on social cues that well, but I promise if you stick with me, I will make it my mission to make sure you wake up every morning and got to bed every night with a smile on your face. I love you more than anything in this world and all I want is to love you for the rest of my life.”

There were tears running down your cheeks as Spencer stopped talking. “I love you so much, but I hate you for not warning me.”

You reached up and dabbed your eyes, thanking the heavens that you’d gone with the waterproof makeup JJ got you. “Spencer. When we met, I had no clue who I was. I didn’t know what love was. You came into my life and changed everything, down to the way I organized my kitchen. From the moment we met, I’ve known you were my person and I thank the gods every single day that you feel the same way. There is no one else in this world I would rather wake up to every morning. I love you so so so much and I don’t plan on ever stopping.”

“That was so beautiful.” Emily quickly wiped away the couple of tears that had fallen from her eyes. “Spencer Reid, do you take (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“And (Y/N) (Y/L/N), do you take Spencer Reid to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Yes. I do.” You choked on your words, the weight of what was happening really hitting you.

“By the power vested in my by the State of Virginia, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Spencer pulled you into him, lips slotting over yours in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tongue fighting his as the small room of people erupted into cheers.

“I love you so much.” You whispered against his lips as he pulled away.

“I love you too, Mrs. Reid.”

To be continued...

[smile-hotch]

Reliable - Aaron Hotchner

hi everyone!  this is a cute lil blurb that is also very serious all the same and also short but i love it a lot.  gif is not mine :)

warnings:  blood, trauma 

word count: 1,270

It all happened in a blink of an eye.  One second, you were trekking through the field in which the unsub was believed to be in, and the next, you were on the ground, gasping for breath.  You had hit your head on a large rock in the field, and your chest ached from being shot three times with your bullet proof vest on.  You heard various other gunshots and until it settled, you remained on the ground and gripped your head with a pained look on your face.  

“(Y/N)!”  you heard Spencer’s voice yell and you sat up slowly, holding a hand to the back of your head.  Once you removed your hand, you could see the blood littering your skin.  

You shook the blood off of your hand and onto the white snow on the ground, which was also littered with your blood.  “Oh, that’s not good.”  You mumbled.  Spencer ran to your side and keeled down into the cold, wet snow next to you.

He immediately pulled your hand from the back of your head, examining it and cringing slightly.  “Are you okay?  I think you are going to need stitches.”  He muttered and held your elbow as you tried to get up.  

As soon as your feet were flat on the ground, the dizziest feeling you have every encountered washed over you and you fell to the ground once more, on your bottom.  “I can’t stand.”  You muttered angrily and bitterly as you put your head between your knees.  You then noticed the blood covering your gray dress pants, and you realized you were unable to stand due to the bullet hole you didn’t even feel until now in your thigh.

Spencer, looking nervous and sheepish, glanced around.  “I don’t know if I could carry you all the way back to the car or the ambulance.”  He said sadly.  “I’ll get Morgan.”  He said and began to jog off before you could ask him to get Aaron instead.  

You had a special connection with Aaron that you were not quite able to explain.  He was kinder when the two of you were alone, and you enjoyed him company greatly.  You even had taken to being with Jack and loving him as your own.  Aaron was just your friend, though, no matter how much you wanted it to be more than that.  

You began tearing at the velcro snaps that held the vest to your body until you peeled it off of you, shiver from the snow you now sat in.  You could feel the unpleasant sensation of the blood dripping down your neck and onto your shirt, which was moderately depressing because you loved your clothes, but you weren’t focused on that.  What was important was trying to stand.  You were on your hands and knees, trying to stand, when three sets of feet surrounded you.  

“Well isn’t this a sight.”  Derek Morgan said with a quiet laugh.  You didn’t try to glance up because of the throbbing sensation in your head, but instead grunted as a response.  “Let’s go, sweet thing.  We need to get you to a hospital.”  Derek said as you sat back on your knees, where he could pick you up with ease.

Once in Derek’s arms, you let a small whimper out.  “I’ll get her.”  You heard Aaron’s voice as your eyes closed.  

“Hotch, I got her.” Derek insisted as he walked with you in his arms.  

There was a thick silence in the air for a moment.  You wondered why it felt so tense, until you heard the anger in Aaron’s voice.  “Give her to me.”  Aaron ordered to Derek, and not a moment later you could feel the strangely familiar hands of your closest friend on your back and under your knees.  

“Aaron,” you mumbled and did your best to smile, but you had a feeling it came out as a faint sneer instead.  You couldn’t open your eyes because the pain felt simply unbearable to you.  

Aaron was quiet for a moment longer until you felt him squeeze your leg gently.  “You’re okay.  I’ve got you, (Y/N).”  He told you and walked quickly.  

You hummed before you slowly felt yourself slipping into an unconscious state.  

~.~

When you woke up, the room was filled with FBI Agents.  If you were not part of their team, you would have been extremely worried.  Everyone was there, except Aaron, which made an empty feeling in your chest form.  “Hi,” you mumbled and immediately, all head turned to you.  

“(Y/N)!”  Spencer shouted and stood, coming to your side in a split second.  

“We were so worried.”  JJ told you and leaned down to give you a hug. 

What you didn’t notice was Emily Prentiss slipping from the room, off on a secret mission of her own.  “What happened?  Did we get the unsub?”  You asked groggily as you woke up.  You tried sitting up, but pain shot through your body from your leg and head.  

David Rossi chuckled.  “You are sitting here with a hole in your head and leg, and you are worried if we got the unsub?  We are focused on you, sweetheart.”  David joked and put a warm hand on your shoulder.  

You smiled at his comment and glanced at Derek.  “Thank you for trying to help me.  You know how stubborn Aaron is.  Speaking of which, where is he?  And Emily?”  You asked and looked around for Emily.  She was here a moment ago, wasn’t she?  As if you had summoned them, the door opened and Aaron stood there with a tired look on his face with Emily behind him with a gentle smile.  

As if an unspoken order was given, everyone filed from the room with small smiles, leaving Aaron and you alone.  “Hey,” you said softly.  “You look like hell.”  You told him with a small smile on your face.  

Aaron’s face went from stony to laughing at your comment.  “You should see yourself, then.”  He told you and sat in the chair beside your bed, leaning close to you.  

“Are you trying to say that I am not beautiful, Aaron?  Because that is just mean.”  You muttered and crossed your arms, avoiding all the cords and tubing attached to you.  

“You are always beautiful, (Y/N).”  Aaron said seriously, causing a smile to form on your face.  You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently.  He took a deep breath and exhaled, before looking at you with tired, sad eyes.  “Do not ever do that again.”  He said and looked away, towards the floor. 

You looked at him, thankful the back of your head was numb.  You could feel the tight head wrap you had on and could only imagine what your hair looked like.  “Do what?”  You asked him innocently and curiously, concerned in what he meant.  

Aaron squeezed your hand and looked at you again, and you could see the pain on your face.  “Worry me like that.”  He said brokenly.  “I can’t lose you, (Y/N).  You and Jack are my life and I could not imagine what I would do without either of you, I love you so much,”  Aaron said and you watched the tears fall from his face.  

Your mouth fell open as you watched him.  He removed his hand from yours and wiped the tears away, trying to remain calm.  “Do you mean that, Aaron?”  You asked softly and weakly.  

“I do.  I love you and I put this off for so long, but I love you,”  Aaron told you and you smiled widely.  

“I love you, Aaron.”

[b-o-s-t-o-n]

Infatuated- Part XVIII

"She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell." -Nikita Gill

"Stay in the car, Hopkins, I mean it," Hotch barked at Belle as the rest of the team piled out of the SUV. 

She was adamant about being on the scene when they caught the unsubs, even though she was still concussed and had been throwing up earlier that day. 

Everyone knew how stubborn Belle could get, so Hotch agreed to let her ride along with the team. She would show up one way or another, so why not make it easy on all of them and just give in?

"Got it boss," she responded, giving him a fake salute. 

Reid playfully rolled his eyes at her as he closed the car door, leaving her inside. She stuck her tongue out at him before making a shooing gesture with her hands. Spencer turned around and caught up to the rest of the team.

The Boston police department had already set up a barricade of cars in front of the house where the unsubs were hiding out in. The three women had been in a stand off with the police for a little over an hour now. They had hostages inside, making things tricky for the BAU.

"What's our best option?" Emily asked Hotch as she put her bullet proof vest on. 

Reid grabbed his own and did the same as he listened in for what to do.

"These women are highly intelligent. We're not going to be able to trick them into anything," Hotch said, confirming Spencer's previous thoughts about this being a tricky situation.

"Are you thinking suicide by cop?" Rossi questioned. 

Hotch looked up at the house and nodded. Spencer sighed, trying to think of a way to get the hostages out before the unsubs started their 'escape' plan.

He looked towards the house, adjusting his eyes to the darkness of the nighttime. It was a two story Victorian with brick siding and two large bay windows. They each had curtains covering them, but Reid could make out two figures inside holding what seemed to be rifles. 

The terrace surrounding the house was covered in potted plants, all of which seemed to have been forgotten about. The front door had a welcome sign with a dog on it, probably because the unsubs were veterinarians.

Another cop car pulled up next to the team, containing a man, Garcia, and her set of mobile computers. The police chief had already initiated communication with the women inside the house, but they needed Garcia for reinforcement. If she could hack into their system, she may be able to hear their plan.

"Which one of you is a doctor?" The man from Garcia's car asked as he approached. 

Spencer looked him up and down, from his business suit to the earpiece he was wearing.

He seemed important.

"That would be me," Reid said, raising his hand.

"Well, doctor, we're sending you in," the man said as he looked Spencer up and down in the same way he had done to him. 

He seemed unimpressed by what he saw in front of him. Nobody could blame him, Reid didn't look old enough to be a doctor.

"No fucking way," he heard Belle's voice from behind them. 

Spencer spun around to her at the same time the rest of the team did.

"Back in the car, now," Hotch snapped sternly, pointing at the SUV Belle was suppose to be in.

"You're not sending him in there!" Belle hissed, ignoring Hotch. 

She glared at the professionally dressed man who had asked for Reid.

"The women inside will only listen to someone of the same ranking as them. He's our best shot," the man replied.

This set Belle off even more.

"Why can't you send somebody else and just say they're a doctor?! Reid's not even a medical doctor, for Christ's sake!" She shrieked, waving her hands in the air to demonstrate her frustration.

"They've already researched all of you, they'd know it was a lie," he responded, trying to calm down the 5 foot 1 woman in front of him. "And I know he's not a medical doctor, but he's all we've got."

"Well that's too bad," Belle said, crossing her arms.

"I'll do it," Spencer piped up. 

He knew it would upset Belle, but it was his job, after all. If they needed him to go into that house, he would.

"No the fuck you won't," Belle fought back, shooting daggers are him. 

Reid stared back at her as Hotch ordered Morgan to take her back to the car. She kicked at him as he grabbed her arms and lifted her up.

"Get off of me!" Belle screamed as Morgan tried to stop her from resisting.

"I'm sorry B," Morgan huffed as she flailed her body around, trying to weaken his grip.

Reid's chest tightened as he noticed the stray tears falling down Belle's cheeks. From his peripheral, he saw JJ step closer to his side. She put an arm around his back in an effort to comfort him. 

He closed his eyes to fight off the tears that threatened to fall. He sucked in a hard breath and turned around, looking directly at the man who needed him to go into the house.

"What do I have to do?" Spencer asked, focusing on the task at hand. 

He needed to put all of his attention on the hostages instead of on Belle.

..

Anxiety built in the pit of Reid's stomach as he pondered whether or not the sweat dripping down his neck could break the microphone Garcia had attached to the underside of his tie. He figured the FBI would be able to afford waterproof gadgets, which relaxed him a bit. 

Spencer's hands fumbled with his wallet as he took out the two pictures he had hidden in the change compartment and stuffed them into his shoe. He wanted them to be with him, just in case something went wrong.

One was of his mother, looking out at the stars from a casino balcony on one of the days that her hospital had let him take her out. 

The other was a picture he had taken of Belle when she had fallen asleep on her couch with her cat curled up on her chest. He flipped it over, rereading the quote scribbled on the back.

"We are most alive when we're in love." -John Updike

He flipped it back over again and studied the image, reminiscing on the impure events that had unfolded shortly after he had taken that picture. 

Reid smiled to himself as he emptied the rest of his belongings into a bag and prepared himself for what was ahead of him. He couldn't take anything in with him, including a weapon, in order to gain the trust of the unsubs.

Spencer's mind was foggy with thoughts of the way Belle had looked at him moments before she was dragged away by Morgan. 

He wanted nothing more than to run after her, but he couldn't. He had people depending on him, and no amount of pouting from Belle was going to stop him.

"Whenever you're ready," the police chief signaled to him. 

Reid gulped, preparing himself for the job ahead.

Spencer's hands slowly rose into the air as he made his way to the front of the house. The door cracked open, just enough for the women inside to witness his presence. 

After a moment of silence, the door was pushed open further and Reid stepped inside, taking one last glance at the team behind him before pulling the handle shut.

"Doctor Spencer Reid, Behavioral Analysis Unit?" The woman who had let him in questioned.

Spencer surveyed the room they were in. There was a group of teenagers sitting on the floor directly in front of him with their hands tied behind their backs. 

To the left was a desk, set up to resemble a surgical table. Reid winced as he noticed the numerous blood stains covering it.

"Correct," he responded, still not lowering his hands. 

He had no idea what these people had in store for him.

"Fix her," the unsub pointed to the corner of the room. 

Spencer's eyes followed, landing upon a woman curled up in the fetal position. He recognized her as one of the suspects.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked as he shuffled over to where she was laying. 

He crouched down and put a hand to her forehead, which was burning up.

"She's in labor," another woman, the third unsub, chimed in.

Reid's eyes widened.

"I'm not that kind of doctor," he retorted, standing up frantically.

The first woman took a pistol out of her pocket and pointed it directly at his heart.

"Now," she commanded, loading the weapon. 

Spencer took a step back, unsure of what to do. There was no way he could deliver a baby under these circumstances.

"Help her or I start shooting."

                                                         ..

    Belle's fist slammed against the window of the car for the fifteenth time in a row, sending a surge of pain throughout her arm.

Fucking bullet proof glass.

"LET ME OUT!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, knowing Morgan could hear her. 

She was fully aware that she was being ignored. Not only had Morgan locked her in the car, but he had also handcuffed her to the seat.

Belle sighed heavily, leaning back against the leather seats. Pieces of hair from the French braid she had been wearing all day fell across her face, itching her nose. She pushed them back behind her ears and dug into her pocket for a bobby pin.

"That's it!" Belle whispered to herself, sitting back up straight. 

She put the bobby pin in between her teeth and yanked on one side, bending it into a long stick. It was perfect for picking locks.

She stuck the bobby pin into the little lock that was digging into the side of her wrist. She wiggled it around until she heard a small pop and the handcuffs fell from her wrists and onto the floor with a clank.

"Hell yeah," Belle murmured as she rubbed the raw skin where the handcuffs had dug into her. 

She bent the bobby pin back into shape and slid it into her hair to keep the stray pieces at bay when she heard a gun shot.

Belle froze.

"LET ME THE FUCK OUT, MORGAN," her fists banged harder against the window. 

She panicked as she heard more gun shots, followed by multiple blood curdling screams. 

Belle watched in horror as the SWAT team rushed into the house and started pulling bodies out.

[hotchnerfuckmeup]

Warm

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,790

Request: Yes!  Leave requests here

Warnings: none

Summary:   Anon requested: Spencer imagine where the reader (and team) has to save Spencer after he gets captured by the unsub and he is seriously injured when they save him? Fluff? Thanks!

“Garcia we need a location,” Hotch demanded again.  His FBI vest was already strapped on tightly.  He was ready to find Reid.

“I-I’m trying my hardest sir,” Penelope stuttered in panic.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks in agony of not knowing where her boy wonder was.

But you felt the worst of everyone.  Not only was Spencer your boyfriend, but you felt as if it was your fault he had been taken by the unsub.  You were supposed to keep a close eye on him and now he was gone, probably being tortured somewhere unknown.

“The phone he was using must’ve been destroyed because it’s signal is completely gone, I can’t even see which towers it’s been near,” Garcia said.  Her finger were typing furiously at the keyboard.  

You thought back to the phone conversation Hotch had with the unsub.  He told you all something you knew was important, but all you could think about at the time was making sure Spencer was okay, so your mind tuned out the deep hollow sound of his voice.

Suddenly, Hotch’s phone began to ring for the third time that night.  He looked over at you, seeing the pain evident in your eyes and decided to answer, setting the phone on the table and putting it on speaker without saying a word.

“How’s my friend Aaron Hotchner doing?” the unsub said.

Hotchner nodded his head at you, signalling you to speak.  You wiped furiously at your tears and steadied your voice, knowing you didn’t want to show this scumbag any kind of fear.

“Tell me where you are,” you said in a stern tone.  

“Well, well, looks like we have a feisty one.  If you’re smart, young lady, you will let me speak to Aaron.”

“I will let you speak to him as soon as you tell me where you are,” you replied.  There were still tears pouring from your eyes, but your voice remained elevated, not giving away your broken demeanor.  You looked at Penelope, who was working to get any sort of signal on the new phone number.  She was good at her job, all you needed to do was buy her time.

“You must be Y/N.”  He dragged out your name, giving it an eerie emphasis.  You channeled your inner Spencer and tried to recall what it was the unsub had said to Hotch on their previous phone call.  As your mind raced, he continued to speak.  “I know all about you.  Yes, the youngest member of the BAU, moved in from Utah, what, seven years ago?  You used to work as a lawyer but moved up to the FBI to follow in your father’s footsteps since he died in action.”

His words were supposed to hurt, but you felt nothing but the sudden feeling of realization.  He knew too much about you, there was no doubt on who you were speaking to.

“Richard Barkley,” you said.  That name haunted you forever, and this unsub didn’t match his M.O.  But with the way the unsub stopped talking, you knew you were right.  “Richard.  Barkley,” you repeated, putting emphasis on his name.

“Well done, my dove,” the voice said on the line.  You looked over at Penelope, who stopped looking for the phone signal.  Instead, she pulled up his address, but you knew that he wasn’t there.  “I guess you’re smarter than I thought, but I just don’t think you’re smart enough.”

“’I just love to sit here in the Spring’,” you said, repeating the words you’d heard him say over the phone earlier. “’The sight is lovely, don’t you think, Dr. Reid?  Quite the sight indeed’,” you finished, hanging up the phone without hesitation.  “I know where Spence is,” you said while rushing out the door, the rest of the team close behind you.

You knew you had to move fast.  Richard wasn’t one to hesitate, and you knew you would die thinking about what he might do to Spencer.

Police cars were already surrounding the gazebo, and as soon as the SUV you were in pulled up, you were out of your seat and running to the steps.

“It’s underneath it somewhere,” you told the team.  Suddenly, gunshots rang out from below the ground, and Morgan was running to a hidden door, opening it and running down the steps.  Prentiss, you, and Hotch followed close behind, guns up and ready to take fire if necessary. 

Once you were on the hard floor of the cellar, you saw Spencer’s lifeless body in the corner, a pool of blood underneath him, pouring from his chest.  Another shot rang out, followed by a few more, but you didn’t care.  You ran to Spencer feeling every inch of you collapse at the sight.

When you reached him, you held his face so gently as if one wrong move, he would break.

“We need paramedics, now!” Rossi yelled, kneeling beside you.  You had no clue when he showed up.  “Y/N, he is alive, okay?  He’s breathing.”

The sounds around you drowned out as your heart ached for your boyfriend.  Your tears began to mix with the blood on his shirt.

“Spencer, please oh my god,” you started to say as the paramedics kneeled next to you and Hotch tried to pull you away, but you kicked and screamed trying to escape his grasp.  

“Y/N stop!” he yelled, tightening his grip on you.

“Clear,” you heard a medic say, and Spencer’s body jolted.

“Please!” you screamed, still struggling against Hotch.  The room was spinning.

“Y/N!” Morgan shouted, helping Hotch hold you.

“We need to get him out of here,” one of the medics said, laying out the stretcher. 

You finally stopped struggling and fell into your boss’s arms, your legs completely failing you.  As you sobbed into his chest, you saw JJ and Emily crying in the corner while Rossi talked to the medics.

Your world felt like it was slowly falling apart.

Spencer was in surgery for almost two hours, and your foot didn’t stop bouncing the entire time.  Emily sat next to you, holding your hand.  Morgan was out of his seat for the millionth time, pacing again.  Hotch was behind you, holding firmly onto your shoulders to keep you from trying to get up anymore.  Rossi was sitting across from you, reading a magazine.  JJ was sitting with Henry and trying to explain to Will what happened without breaking down.  Penelope was on the other side of you, crying just as hard as you were.

They were all scared about Spencer, but they were mostly scared about you.

“Dr. Spencer Reid?” you all heard from the door.  Morgan was the first to the doctor, followed by everyone else.

“Tell me you’ve got some food news,” he said to him.

“I do.  Your agent lost a lot of blood, but the bullet was only about an inch deep.  We were able to get it out without losing much more blood.  He’s in recovery, but he may not wake up for another hour or so.  The receptionist will give you the room number.”

The amount of relief you felt was overwhelming, enough to knock you off your feet once again, causing you to fall back into your chair.

“Thank you,” Hotch said to the doctor.  He turned back to you and watched as you ran your hands through your hair.  Your eye were bloodshot and your nose was runny, and he couldn’t help but wonder what you would’ve looked like if things ended up differently.

“How about you stay here overnight?” he asked you.  You just nodded knowing you wanted to be the one to see him when he woke up.  Morgan, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, Will, and Henry all made their way to Spencer’s room while you sat.  Rossi sat next to you, not really wanting to take you out of his sight.

“Why don’t you go with them?  I’ll go when she does,” he told Hotch.  Hotch nodded and walked towards the elevator to catch up with the rest of them.

“I love him,” you suddenly admitted.  It wasn’t a secret or anything but it was all you could think to say.

“I know,” was all Rossi replied.

“Barkley killed my dad,” you said.

“Barkley is dead.”

“He’s had it out for me ever since he went to prison.  I was the one who put him behind bars,” you said.  All this information was old news to Rossi.

“Richard Barkley is dead, y/n,” he repeated.

“He changed his M.O. to throw us off,” you replied.

“He’s dead.”  Hearing him repeat it over and over again was reassuring.

“I love Spencer so damn much,” you said again, another tear making its way down your cheek.

“I know,” he repeated again.  

An hour and a half later, it was Henry’s bedtime, so JJ and Will left to get him home.  The rest of the team aside from Rossi decided to call it a night as well.

“You can go home, you know,” you told him while reading a book next to Spencer’s bed.

“I think I’ll stay here a bit longer.  I’ll be in the lobby.  Take care of her, Spence,” he said, causing you to look up immediately hearing your boyfriend shuffle beside you.

“Oh my god, Spencer,” you practically shouted.  His eyes fluttered open, a warm smile appearing on his face.  Careful not to hurt him, you gave him a hug.  “Babe,” you breathed.

“You know, our plant at home is gonna die,” he said, causing you to crack a smile.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” you told him, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I’ve been shot before.  I guess I’m just used to it by now,” he said.

You two sat, watching each other.  His eyes were full of light looking into yours and you felt your heart flutter at the thought of how much you loved this man.  He was your lifeline.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” you said, a single tear falling from your eye.  He reached up to brush the tear away with his thumb, holding your face so tenderly as if you were the one who had been shot and he didn’t want to break you.

“I love you y/n,” he replied, continuing to brush his thumb against your cheek.

“I love you, too Spencer,” you replied.  You grabbed his hand and leaned in to press your lips against his.  

You spent the rest of the night reading your book to Spencer and sharing sweet kisses every now and then, attempting to make up for the time he was asleep.  You truly felt so warm in his presence, and you know you would do anything for him, and he for you.

[smile-hotch]

Dawn - Hotchner [Part Three]

welcome to part number three of the Dawn series!  please enjoy!

word count: 2,077

Your head throbbed with a migraine as you sat at the desk in the police station of a small town in Oregon.  It was so small that you and Spencer were barely able to set up a large enough board to put all of the evidence and possible unsubs up.  You did not mind it much, though.  You grew up in a small town similiar to this in Maine and it made you feel nostalgic.  

Spencer stood, staring at the board, trying to put things together in his head as you sat in the chair, reading over the coroner’s report over and over.  There was something else here that drew the cases together except the same signature.  There was something you were missing, and you could not quite figure it out.  

As you huffed in frustration and dropped the papers back onto the table, Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan entered, looking irritable.  “There has been another murder.”  Derek said solemnly, and you cringed.  

You stood, glancing at Spencer.  “Do you want to go examine the body with me?”  You asked him.  

Spencer glanced up and nodded.  “Just let me gather my things.”  He said and left the room.  

Aaron looked at you with anger on his face.  “There is something else that connects these victims.  Find out what it is.”  He ordered passively and immediately picked up his phone, making a call.  You rolled your eyes at his turned back and grabbed your phone from the table, pocketing it and pulling on your black suit jacket.  

Derek looked at you and smirked, slapping a hand on his back.  “Good luck at the coroner’s office.  I’ve heard he is a stickler.”  He warned with entertainment written on his face.  You huffed and left the conference room, meeting up with Spencer.  

“Are you driving?”  You asked and rubbed your forehead hard.  Your head was killing you.  

Spencer looked up and smiled.  “I will.  Are you okay?”  He asked as the two of you left the building and you cringed at the sunlight.  

Of course, the only time you wre in Oregon, it was sunny out.  You nodded and walked to the large black SUV.  “I’m fine.  I just have the worst migraine.”  You told him and climbed into the passenger’s side, buckling your seat belt.  

“Did you know exercise prevents migraines?”  Spencer asked and started the car.  

He pulled away from the curb as you stared at him.  “Are you trying to tell me something, Spencer?”  You asked and narrowed your eyes at him.  

For a moment, Spencer was confused as he thought about what he had said.  Then, realization sank in, and he became very red in the face.  “Oh, no!  No, no.  That is not what I meant, it was just a fact based on statistics.  I’m sorry.”  He babbled quickly, trying to fix the situation in anyway.  

You laughed quietly as Spencer pulled into the parking lot of the coroner’s office.  “It’s fine Spencer, I was just joking with you.”  You told him, causing a nervous smile to form on his face.  

~.~

You leaned in close to the pale body.  There were no unusual marks, besides the single gunshot, execution style.  You lifted the fabric over the body, examining the arms closely.  “What are these marks?”  You asked the coroner, gaining both his and Spencer’s attention.  

The coroner looked closely, and shrugged.  “Needle injection sights.”  He answered passively, as if it didn’t matter.  

“And why was this not reported?”  You asked irritably, sending glares every which way.  

The coroner glowered at you.  “Because the victim just had surgery not too long ago, and this was most likely from the I.V.”  He told you.  He looked at his report that was yet to be released to you.  Was he really this daft.  

“And the others who were shot.  Did they have any similiar marks?”  Spencer asked quickly, trying to diffuse the tension.  It was a shot in the dark, but a shot, nonetheless.  

“They did.  They all had surgeries prior to their deaths.”  He muttered and turned his back towards his counters.  

Angered bubbled within you.  “You daft fool!  Your job is to report on everything and whether or not you think it is relevant does not matter!  Give me the toxicology reports right now.”  You ordered and slammed your gloved hands on the counter next to him, making him jump slightly.  

The coroner scurried out of the room, suddenly less prideful.  Spencer looked at you with a tight frown.  “What are you thinking?”  He asked you as you began to pace.  

“This is the missing part.  This is how he had them subdued for so long before he killed them.  He injected something in them that either made them unconscious or not able to move at all!”  You exclaimed, still enraged by the audacity of the coroner.  

Spencer’s eyes widened as he thought for a brief moment.  “Succinylcholine is commonly used during surgeries to render the patients immobile.  Anyone in the medical profession is able to get their hands on it.”  He said quickly and took his phone from his pocket.  

“That means our unsub works in the hospital system!”  You said as the coroner returned with the toxicology reports.  You snatched them from his hands, scanning them over quickly, and then shaking them in front of his face.  “Did you not think it was important to flag this?  You are to flag any sort of drug in the system of those deceased, no matter if it is because they drank NyQuil just before they died.”  You snapped and followed Spencer as you left the coroner’s office with the papers clutched tightly in your hands.  

“Hotch wants us back now.  Penelope is narrowing down the list and she thinks she will find our unsub.”   Spencer explained as you began jogging to the car.  

~.~

Not long after you left the coroner’s office, you arrived back at the police station and jogged in quickly.  The team gathered in the conference room, talking with Penelope over the speaker phone.  You went in quickly, tossing the toxicology report onto the table.  

“Why was this not reported to us sooner?”  Aaron ordered as you sat down, rubbing your temples.  The unintelligent coroner and the smell of the coroner’s office did not help with your migraine.  

You glanced up, seeing Spencer remaining quiet.  “The coroner did not believe it was viable information and neglected to put into his report that there were injection sights and succinylcholine in their system, sir.”  You explained as everyone listened in.  

Aaron glared at nothing in particular.  “Do not let something like this slip through your hands again, Agent.”  His muttered to you and looked to the speaker phone.  “Garcia, what do you have?”  He asked.  

You glowered and hung your head, trying to rub your temples in peace.  JJ sat next to you and placed a hand on your back.  “Do you have a headache?”  She asked and began digging in her purse.  

“Yes, a headache you would not believe.”  You muttered, trying not to disturb Spencer talking to Penelope.  

JJ dug out a couple of little white pills and handed them to you.  “Here, take these.  It’ll work wonders.”  She said with a warm smile.  

You smiled to her gratefully and reached forward to the water bottles in the middle of the table.  You grabbed them and took the pills quickly, just as Penelope got a name.  “Daniel Marshall.  Last known address is 324 Elford Street and he worked for Portland Regional.”  She told us and we all immediately stood, heading towards the doors.  

You followed close behind Emily, David, and JJ, climbing into the back seat with Rossi.  “You better buckle up, (Y/N).  You thought Hotch was a rough driver, wait until you see Emily.”  He chuckled and looked at you with his signature charming smirk.  

You rolled your eyes, but smiled, and did as you were told.  The drive was short and stiff as everyone was in work mode.  This is how it became when you were on cases.  Everyone was on edge and intense, especially when you had a name and address.  

Local police raced you there, and everyone skidded to a stop outside of the house.  You jumped out, strapping the bullet proof vest on your body, and removing your gun from its holster.  “(Y/L/N), Rossi, go around back!”  Aaron ordered and you did as you told, staying close to the house, and holding your gun at the ready.  

You stood for a moment, examing the house, as law enforcement brought back up.  You nodded to Rossi, signalling that you were going in, and he nodded in return,  You could hear Derek breaking the door down from the front, and you tried the back door.  It was not locked, and you slowly entered with your gun high.  

You entered into the kitchen and cleared it, before moving into the dining room.  Quickly, you spotted the figure making its way towards the window.  A gun was gripped in his hands and you aimed yours for his heart.  “Daniel Marshall, drop the weapon!”  You shouted loud enough for the others to hear from the other room.  

David came in the back door as well, bringing back up for you.  The unsub froze and gripped the weapon in his hand.  “Drop the weapon, Daniel, I won’t ask again!”  You ordered as the others came in another entrance.  “We’ve got you surrounded.”  You informed him and tilted your head to the side.  

“You look just like them.”  He said dreamily.  

For a moment, you were froze in your spot.  You looked like the victims?  You hadn’t realized it until now, but it was true.  They were women that looked so similiar to you.  

Without dropping his weapon, he began walking towards you.  “Don’t move!”  Derek shouted one last time. 

He didn’t listen, and started to run towards you.  You flinched at the gun shot, and watched at Daniel Marshall fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, killed by a single shot to the chest.  Aaron looked at you with a steely stare as you slowly holstered you gun, in complete shock.  David moved by you, pressing his hand to the unsub’s neck, and shaking his head.  

All the commotion around you didn’t bother your stance as you stayed still, staring at nothing.  You were in shock, and felt immobile, like the victims that looked eerily like you.  

~.~

There had never been a time you were so happy to be home than now.  You sat outside the FBI Building in the dark, waiting for the Uber you called to arrive, and reading one of Spencer’s books.  There were only a few cars in the parking lot, besides those who worked the night shift, and you knew one of them to be Aaron’s.  You prayed slightly to the gods above that your Uber would arrive before Aaron left.  

The gods were not kind to you.  

Aaron stepped out of the building with his briefcase in his hand.  You hoped with all of your little heart that he wouldn’t notice you and your pale yellow over night bag on the bench under the streetlight, but even that failed you.  

You hung your head as Aaron spotted you, and began walking over to you immediately.  Before he could open his mouth, you spoke.  “My Uber is on the way.”  You told him and marked the page in your book and closed it.  

With an odd look, Aaron watched you put your book into your purse.  “That is not what I was going to ask.”  He said stiffly, returning to the normal Aaron that didn’t acknowledge you as a person, but instead as a warm body.  You waited patiently for him to continue.  “I was going to ask if you were okay.”  He muttered lowly.  

Confused, you nodded slightly.  “I am okay.”  You said weakly and embarrassed.  It wasn’t enough that you snapped at him, but you even snapped at him for the wrong reason.  

Aaron narrowed his eyes at you and checked his watch.  “You do not lie well.  Report to my office tomorrow at 8:00 AM.  We need to talk.”  He said, and gave you a curt nod, before turning on his heel and walking towards his car.  

You groaned once he was out of ear shot and put your head in your hands.  Who were you to think Aaron Hotchner enjoyed your company?