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Entangled (Spencer Reid x femReader) [Ch.6]

Summary: You don’t know how it happened. One moment you were watching Criminal Minds, and the next moment you were literally in the show. Can Spencer be the key to helping you find your way back home?

Warnings: minor character death, mentions of su*cide, bad explanations of quantum mechanics, bad words, sexual situations(some non-con), the usual criminal minds-type content

A/N: Sorry if any of the profiling sounds dumb, and don’t take it as factual for your psych hw. I’m trying to keep descriptions of people basic so you lovely readers can fill in the blanks with what you would want them to look like <3 even fill in the blank of which Reid hairstyle you want!

Word Count: 6,359

Chapter 1.  Chapter 2.  Chapter 3.  Chapter 4. Chapter 5.  Chapter 6.  Chapter 7. Chapter 8.  Chapter 9.  Chapter 10.  Chapter 11.

This is the second time that Spencer Reid has left you utterly disoriented before 6:00a.m.

You wake up on your couch practically on top of him.

Coffee and woodsy-vanilla. Warmth. Surprisingly toned arms (probably from carrying heavy stacks of books and case files). Yup, this is heaven. You initially thought you were still dreaming. After all, your dream hadn't been too far off from this. You figured the setting had just changed.

Absentmindedly, you cuddled up closer to him.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a door being thrown shut. You yelped, jumping up. Your sudden movement woke Spencer up and he rolled, falling off the couch with a loud thump followed by a groan of pain.

Okay, so, not a dream.

"I'm gone one night and you're already with him again? When were you planning on telling me I was dating a whore?" Chris stood at the doorway.

"Calm down, it's nothing scandalous." You muttered. You needed coffee; it was way too early for this.

Spencer stood up, rubbing the back of his bedhead and yawning. You'd never felt the need to describe a full-grown man as 'cute' before. But- Cute.

"Sure looks that way," Chris scoffed.

"Why are you even here?" You asked, standing up from the couch while trying to smooth out your hair.

"Don't change the subject Y/N."

"Hey, don't talk to her that way." Spencer cut in, rounding the couch to stand next to you.

"What do you even see in this guy? What does he have that I don't have?" Chris blatantly ignored him, directing all of his attention to you.

"He's the complete opposite of you for starters, but I don't have to-"

"No I think you do; you owe me that much."

"Just leave it and get out of my house! Don't let your ego hit you on the way out." You yelled, yeah you definitely needed coffee.

"You're a fucking bitch and a slut. You're lucky I ever gave you a chance because this-" He pointed at Spencer, "is hilarious, you must be absolutely out of your mind. He must fuck you good and hard huh? I bet you like that you whore!" He growled. "I guess now is as good a time as ever to tell you I slept with someone too, here, probably while you were out fucking him. You weren't giving me what I wanted so I found it in someone else. You're nothing but a cheap whore; forgettable. I hope you both rot." You stood with your jaw dropped as Spencer boldly stood up to him.

"She said get out." Spencer sneered.

"Or what? The scrawny side-piece is going to beat me up? I doubt it. Get out of my face before I make you."

Spencer stood his ground, you slowly neared behind him sensing the escalation.

"I said get. out. of. my. face." Chris was furious now. He roughly pushed Spencer backwards; sending Spencer stumbling and tripping over onto the floor. Chris looked like he was about to tackle him. You panicked and punched him with all your strength.

"Ow what the fuck Y/N?" Chris groaned as he covered his nose. You hissed as you clutched your bruising hand, no one said punching someone hurt the puncher so much.

"Don't. touch. him." You even scared yourself at the seriousness your tone.

"You bitch! You broke my nose!"

"And you assaulted an FBI agent. 2 of them actually. So I think we are more than even."

"Dammit. Forget it, just let me grab my clothes and leave; it don't have much here."

"No. You'll wait in the hallway outside of MY house and I will grab your things and bring them to you. Now give me my house key." You ordered.

"Ugh, fine." His voice was nasally as he held it to stop the bleeding. He followed your orders, slamming the door behind him.

You pocketed the key before turning to check on Spencer. He was still on the floor, holding himself up on his elbows to stare at you in awe.

You held out your non-bruised hand to help him up.

"Y-you punched him." Spencer stated as if he was trying to convince himself that it really happened.

"Yeah, he was going to hurt you so-" you shook your bruised hand out, the skin had slightly scratched leaving little lines of blood. You laughed to yourself. "No one told me it would hurt this much."

Spencer grabbed your hand to inspect it. "We should clean this up."

You agreed and followed him upstairs.

He sat you down on the bathroom sink counter and looked through your medical supplies.

"He's waiting outside for his things." You mumbled.

"Let him wait." Spencer took your hand in his.

You watched him working for a moment before deciding you'd rather watch his face. He did his nose scrunch tick as he cleaned off the wound with water. You smiled in admiration.

"Thank you." Spencer said, meeting your eyes for a moment before continuing to gently clean your hand.

"You would've done the same for me." You shrugged, knowing it was true.

"This is going to sting." Spencer warned, moving on to the next phase of the cleaning process.

"Okay." You nodded, bracing yourself by holding his shoulder with your good hand.

He dabbed on the cleaning solution and your back shot up straight. You hissed and tightened your hold on him, he didn't seem to mind. He worked quickly. A tear fell down your cheek. You hadn't expected it to hurt that much.

Spencer noticed when he finished cleaning the wounds. He reached up to gently swipe it away with his thumb.

"Shh it's okay, the hard part's done," he cooed.

You almost wanted to cry more just so you could hear him speak to you like that again.

He took out the bandages and wrapped them around your hand, taping them off at the end. He bent your fingers back and forth.

"Is it too tight?"

You shook your head no, still watching his face. "It's perfect."

"They'll stay bruised for a week at most." Spencer finally looked up, meeting your glassy eyes.

Something about the gentle caring nature he exuded as he took care of you melted your heart. You hadn't had someone even close to that since your dad died. You wanted him to know how much you appreciated it.

You moved your free hand to clutch his hands which were still holding your bandaged one. You gave them a comforting squeeze, a silent 'thank you.'

He moved to hold both of your hands in his, lifting them to place a lingering kiss on each.

You held your breath.

Spencer Reid, you're making me fall in love with you, and you know it too, don't you? You know what you're doing.

"Better?" He asked, meeting your eyes.

You finally remembered how to breath again.

"Yes, thanks." You gave him a smile, hoping you didn't look like a red tomato.

He stepped back, giving you room to jump down. "Let's get his things."

"I hope he hasn't gotten blood all over the floor." You teased, trying to change the mood for your own heart's sake.

Spencer helped you pile Chris's small amount of items and you both tossed them out the door in front of him.

"Bitch," you heard Chris mutter under his hand that was still holding his nose. You flipped him off as you closed the door in his face, locking it behind you.

Spencer watched you with a look of amusement on his face.

"Thanks for all of this Spencer. I didn't mean for you to get caught up in all of this." You leisurely walked to him, messing with your bandages as your wounds itched.

"It's no problem. Actually, I would have been glad to punch Chris myself after what you went through. You know you're not any of those derogatory names he called you, right?"

"Yeah. I know." You nodded. "And he was right about one thing. You have everything that he doesn't have, Spence. All he has is his abs, a broken nose, and a vile personality." Spencer nodded with a shy smile.

"So- breakfast?" He suggested.

"Yes. I need coffee, and I haven't tried out my kitchen! What do you want to eat?" You asked, excitedly.

"Hmm. What's your favorite breakfast food?" Spencer asked.

"It's a weird combo, but I like omelets and blueberry muffins." You chuckled.

"Then that's what I want." He grinned.

You quieted and met Spencer's eyes, your smile dropping. A magnetic feeling pulling on your chest.

"What?" He asked, looking nervous.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you stood up on your toes and pulled Spencer by his shirt into a kiss. All of your pent up emotions had finally broken your dam of self-doubt. You didn't think about it, you just did what felt right.

Spencer's lips felt so wonderfully right locked with your own. At least, it did on your end. His lips were chapped but somehow the softest things the sensitive skin of your lips had ever felt. You felt his heart beating and a magnetic, crackling electricity. The kiss was quick, but you put all of your pent up feelings into it; hoping that could explain what you, otherwise, had no words for.

Spencer froze, his entire body going stiff.

Oh no I've fucked this up. I've really fucked this up. I have morning breath and I just technically broke up with my ex and my hair is a mess and I'm from an entirely different reality, and Spencer is not even remotely interested in me.

Your mind screamed at you. This was a mistake. You'd misread all of Spencer's good intentions as something more and now you were going to have to drown in self-doubt.

He never kissed you back. You pulled away, willing your forming tears not to fall.

"Y/N I-." Spencer softly spoke, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"I-I'm sorry. I just- I thought. I wasn't thinking." You turned around to avoid his eyes. You didn't want to see him feel sorry for you.

"You can leave Spence, don't feel like you have to stay here for my sake." Silent tears began to fall freely, you didn't bother to wipe them away.

Without a word, Spencer walked out of your apartment, gently closing the door behind him, and taking the last of your stability with him.

You wish you could say you didn't completely break down. You wish the denial of a man you'd only recently known, in the flesh, didn't hurt so much, but it did- it really hurt. Again, you were reading him like his character, expecting him to grab your hair like he did with Cat Adams and kiss you until you'd forgotten your own name.

You might as well have imagined everything you'd perceived as acts of more-than-friendliness. This wasn't some perfect fanfiction scenario.

Spencer was a real person, and he wasn't the man you'd daydreamed about. Yet you still fell for him, hard and fast.

Now there was nothing. Your chest ached for him like magnets tugging and pulling you towards another force. You sobbed on the floor where he had left you and you felt what true loneliness was like because Spencer Reid kissed your hands and made you fall in love with him. It only took 5 days of knowing him and, just as quickly, he broke your heart. So you lay on the ground and went over the stupid kiss in your head until your stress built up and you had a panic attack.

You don't know how long you sat there with no strength to pull yourself back up. Had you cried more in the last few days than in your entire lifetime?

You checked your charging phone for the time; you had 45 minutes to get to work. You weighed the pros and cons of leaving or staying and decided that staying would be far worse on your mental health. Staying would only include wine, romance movies, and anxiety. Besides, you needed to give your phone to Garcia for tracking. You would just have to try to avoid Spencer today.

Getting ready was a difficult task. You showered, you had a good cry in the shower. You brushed your teeth, also while crying, and you put some makeup on to hide all the evidence of your crying. You decided to skip out on breakfast all together, only drinking a cup of coffee you figured out how to make in your high-tech kitchen.

While driving, you decided to play the radio. Flipping through stations, every one seemed to be playing the same song. Like some sick joke, the song was sad. So you ended up also crying while driving which is mid-life crisis-level depressing. You fixed your makeup in the rearview mirror after parking.

You were about to walk into a room of profilers and expect them to not ask you what's wrong. If they asked, you might just cry again. You walked in, flashing your badge like Spencer had shown you. Making it to the office, you luckily, ran into Garcia on the way out of the elevator.

"Honey I heard the news! Are you alright?" For a moment you stood in shock, had Spencer told everyone about the kiss already? Was he making a joke out of it? No, that's not Spencer. On or off the show, he would never.

"You have your phone right? Givemegivemegivemegiveme." She reached out and you pushed your phone in her eager hands.

"I'll phone someone when I find some information on this sicko." Garcia's heels clicked as she walked away.

You hadn't gotten one word in. At least it seemed that Spencer or Rossi had filled everyone in on your phone-call stalker and not your failure of a love life.

You caught sight of Spencer's hair through the glass doors. He always stood out on the show. His hair was constantly changing length and style to the point that you could name which season each style was from. The current one was your favorite. He wore a dark purple shirt and black vest; a black tie around his neck. He just had to wear his sleeves rolled up and prolong your torture, didn't he?

You took a deep breath and opened the doors, walking through. You felt like a gladiator walking into the colosseum, going straight for her opponent as spectators looked on to laugh at the bloodshed. You figured your desk was the one you had woken up in, which was just across from Spencer's. You would have to sit face-to-face all day. You slowly walked, watching him. His head was lowered as he read over some paperwork; flipping through the pages quickly. His eyes moved quickly, reading like the super-genius he was.

You spotted your name plaque and pulled out your chair. This grabbed the boy genius's attention. He lifted his head, looking at you with doe-eyes, as if your chest wasn't aching enough.

"Y/N." He choked.

"Spencer."

He licked his lips, preparing to say more.

"Meeting in 5." Hotch called out, tearing your gazes from one another.

You didn't even have a chance to sit down.

Spencer stood up and took a long stride to walk along next to you.

"Y/N I think we should talk." He spoke in a hushed tone that tickled your ear.

"Everything seemed pretty final this morning." You willed yourself to keep your voice steady.

"But I don't want it to be," Spencer spoke, sadly.

"Are you sure? Because it didn't seem that way to me when you walked out." You didn't mean to sound so harsh, you weren't really angry at him, this was all on you. You told him to leave out of shame.

"I thought-" Spencer frowned.

You both stood at the closed door to the roundtable room and you turned to Spencer.

"Here's what happened. I fell in love with you. I know I've only known this real you for 5 days, but I fell. Hard. You were saying and doing all of these things that made me love you, and I already had a crush on your character, and so, in a moment of weakness, I kissed you. That's what happened. I kissed you and-and you didn't kiss me back, so I know it was one sided. I let you go and I cried it out. I just want to save whatever friendship we can salvage at this point. I'm sorry I kissed you, Spencer."

Luckily, you had cried all the tears you had that morning and your words came out clear. Spencer stared at you, wide eyed and speechless. Deciding the conversation was over, you opened the door.

You took an empty seat between Rossi and JJ, Spencer moving to sit across from you, next to Morgan. You looked everywhere else but at Spencer.

Hotch soon came walking in.

"Alright, we have a case involving one of our own, Agent Y/N, you all have been informed of the situation. We're having Garcia track the phone caller's location and any identifying information we can get from the number itself. She received the call at 2:00a.m. The unsub repeated the words 'I know who you are.' When questioned, the unsub grew louder, possibly feeling provoked by her voice. The unsub hung up at 2:02 a.m. Reid arrived at Y/N's apartment at approximately 2:43 a.m. and found no signs of a break-in. Is that all correct Agent Y/N?" Hotch asked.

You nodded, 'yes.'

Just then a video call came in on JJ's laptop, Garcia popped up on the screen.

"I've worked extra fast on this one. I'll just give myself a little pat on the back. The call came from a phone booth in the outer limits of the city. The booth is literally in the middle of nowhere, there's an abandoned warehouse and gas station nearby, but that's about it. The rest is forestry. It's so well-concealed, if I was a creepy phone stalker person, this is where I'd go." She finished.

"Alright Garcia thank you, we'll call you if we need anything else." Hotch thanked, hanging up.

"I doubt this unsub will still be there, if he went this far out of his way to call Y/N, he knows we can track him to that location." JJ reasoned.

"He sounds like a prank caller, but that doesn't align with his escalating aggression. What I want to know is why he targeted Y/N, specifically." Morgan commented.

"Morgan's right, Y/N do you know anyone that could possibly want to scare you?" Rossi asked.

"There's one person. My ex, Chris, but it couldn't be him. He wouldn't drive all that way just to prank call me." Okay you were now part of one of these back and forth profiling things.

"The voice was disguised. Y/N said it was low and nasally like the Scream killer, Ghostface. This could be a slasher movie fan trying to recreate his favorite movie. We see this behavior in mostly young adults and children. The Slenderman cases being the most recent examples of these proxy killers." Spencer spoke, you quickly glanced his way, he was twiddling with a pencil. Killers? You had hardly been here and someone was already trying to murder you? You really couldn't catch a break.

"Wouldn't he say or do something more specific to that movie? Scream in particular, the phone calls were followed up by the break-ins. No, he knew she was alone and awake. He wanted to scare her, but not harm her; at least, not yet. I think he knows her, or he's been watching her. This is a classic stalker scare, a warm up before he acts." Rossi said, leaning back in his chair.

"You're saying you think his next move will be physical?" Hotch asked.

"Whether she knows it, or not. I think he'll look like a normal man, he'll watch her from afar and probably try to gain her attention to formally meet her." Rossi replied.

"That's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?" Morgan asked.

Spencer leaned in. "Not at all, in fact most known cases of stalking begins at the non-physical contact level. The stalker will try to contact their victim through emails, direct messages, mail, or phone calls. From there, it escalates to more intrusive, physical behaviors such as the classic visual of stalking, spying on the victim, and eventually confronting them. It's possible this unsub has suffered from rejection or failure in the past. His narcissism makes him see himself as the real victim and he feels that he deserves the victim's affections. He'll display obvious signs of obsession, possibly outwardly showing obsessive-compulsive ticks, and, through this, he'll become fixated on the victim. Going back to the slasher scenario, stalkers will often justify themselves through believing in their own fantasies. In his head, the victim wants his attention. If he's a true narcissist, he will want to meet her in person. he'll make sure these chance meetings happen on his terms."

How the hell did he figure all of that out through a few words in a phone call?

"He's already shown outward bursts of anger over the phone. He'll want to escalate things quickly. Y/N isn't safe she needs to be put under surveillance." JJ nodded to you.

"Alright JJ and Rossi I want you to go question the ex boyfriend, Chris. Reid, Y/N, Morgan and I will scope out the telephone booth. In the meantime, Y/N, I know you can handle yourself, but if this unsub does know where you live, he is highly dangerous. Pairing up is your safest option. I don't want you going anywhere alone. You can stay with one of us for the time being."

Okay, dad.

"She can stay with me," Spencer offered a little too quickly. You leaned back in your seat, wishing to disappear. Why did Spencer want to put you through this? You were still heartbroken. This would make it impossible to move on. You needed more time.

"Um I-" You finally spoke up.

"Reid, thank you, that would be great." Hotch spoke, either not hearing you, or wanting to move on to more important business. You gave a pointed look to Spencer as he pursed his lips.

Great. Just great. What is he thinking?

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"Garcia was right. This unsub had a goal, he knew this place was far enough out of town that if we tracked it immediately we still wouldn't get here in time to find this guy," Morgan said as you all got out of the car.

"No one goes this far out of their way to make a simple prank call. And judging from what Spencer said about stalkers, the unsub would be too compulsive to think this far ahead. Unless, he lives around here." You spoke, looking around. This was your first real thought contribution to the BAU!

Spencer looked at you and smiled, knowingly. How was he still acting so nonchalant after all of the drama between you two?

"I don't see any tire track marks other than ours and this road is too far out from the main road for just anyone to stumble upon. Y/N's right the unsub has to live nearby. The terrain is flat and he came here on foot. I'll ask Garcia to track down any residences within a 20 mile radius." Morgan said, pulling out his phone.

"Good. I'll check out the forested perimeter and maybe that gas station. Reid, Y/N, you look around the warehouse, it's in bad shape, so watch out for any structural hazards." Hotch planned. Basically giving the Scooby-Doo "let's split up gang!" Spiel.

You sighed.

Yay, more time alone with Spencer and he's wearing that tight FBI vest, lovely. Christmas must have come early this year.

You held your firearm out like you had seen in the show; walking cautiously behind Spencer, while scoping out the perimeter.

Something caught your eye in your peripherals as you turned to look behind the building. You looked directly at a dark, distant figure, Spencer still moving forward.

You squinted in the bright sun, the figure was getting closer, and it wasn't Hotch or Morgan. It was the same figure from the hotel in Montana.

You pointed your gun at it, fear making your throat tighten.

"Spencer," you called.

He circled back next to you and pointed his firearm up, following your line of sight. You grew confused as he began to lower his weapon.

"W-What are you doing Spence?" You adjusted your footing, not sure if you wanted to run away or catch this guy; if he even was the unsub.

"Y/N, no one is there." Spencer turned to you, looking concerned.

"Are you joking? He's right there! Oh god, he's getting closer."

"What does he look like?"

"H-He has a trench coat on and a hat, like a 1950s businessman hat. He has long dark grey hair and a scraggly beard and his face is very ashy. His cheekbones are hollow, like starving hollow, not like model cheekbones hollow. He's wearing brown corduroy pants and some old brown dress shoes. He looks maybe in his 70s with a long grey beard. He's roughly around 6 ft 3in, I think." You described.

The man was now a basketball court's length away from you and Spencer.

"Where is he now?" Spencer narrowed his eyes, desperately trying to see the man.

"A few feet in front of us."

Spencer slowly moved in front of you, pushing you behind him as if he could see the man coming and protect you. The mysterious man moved closer and closer. Despite where you an Spencer were at emotionally, you appreciated his unwavering support in this moment.

"I know you," the man said; smiling and tilting his head.

"Who are you?" You asked, afraid and not sure of his intentions.

Spencer turned his head to look at you, you were staring at the man, unable to move out of fear.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is you aren't supposed to be here."

"What do you want?" He stands in front of Spencer, too close, but Spencer can't see him. You go to push Spencer out of the way, not wanting him to get hurt by someone he couldn't defend himself from, but he stood his ground and held you back.

"To take you back where you came from."

"Why?"

"You're not from here."

"So?"

"You do not belong here. You must go back."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, creep." You tightened your grip around your firearm.

"It will hurt more if you return later."

"Why do you want me to return?"

"Let's just say- So the show can return to its normal scheduling."

Way to be mysterious without giving away any tangible information.

"I don't want to leave."

"I know. You love him. How sad. You were never meant to meet. Someone made that decision. They were wrong. I will have you return." The man inched closer, but stopped suddenly, darkening his eyes at Spencer.

"Try me, bitch." You narrowed your eyes, angry that he knew your personal feelings for Spencer and angry that he wanted anything to do with your life.

"Very well, you will return later then. Don't say I didn't warn you. Your decision will not only hurt you, but it will hurt him too." The man smiled a wicked smile and turned and walked away.

You managed to release yourself from Spencer's body shielding, jumping in front of him.

"Do what you want to me, but I won't let you hurt him!" You yelled after the man.

You pulled out your gun to run after him and apprehend him. Spencer dove out, holding you back.

"There's no evidence that bullets can effect him. If I can't see him, I highly doubt they will. It might be a trap." Spencer explained.

Spencer was right, you were sure the man wasn't even human, or if you would be able to actually touch him. If he was, he was able to tap into some weird inter-dimensional, science shit that made it so Spencer couldn't see him.

Your hands shook as you pocketed your firearm.

Spencer let out a breath and spun you around, embracing you. "I couldn't protect you. I couldn't see him. I'm sorry."

"No, no it's fine Spence. He's tapped into something beyond our understanding; some more of that quantum stuff. Though, I think, somehow, you were stopping him from coming any closer to me."

"What did he want? I only caught your side of the conversation."

"He wants me to return to my reality. I asked him why and he said all this convoluted shit." You shook your head, frustrated, stepping back, but still holding Spencer's arms.

"Maybe I can decipher it."

"He said I don't belong here. I must go back. So the show can return to its normal scheduling. He said someone made the decision that I should meet you, but he doesn't agree with them. He said my decision to not freely go with him right now would hurt not only me, but also you," you paraphrased. "I don't know how to stop him. What if he succeeds? What if I'm ripped away from this life?" You rub at your temples. Dread filling your core.

"I won't let that happen."

You wanted to stay here. You could be strictly friends with Spencer Reid, but to lose him completely? That would destroy you at this point. How could he stop an unsub that he couldn't see?

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You returned home to pack for your stay, with Spencer as your designated chaperone. You both stayed silent on the drive there until you walked inside.

"Y/N, about what you said at work-" Spencer scratched his temple as he idled near the entryway.

"Spencer, if I'm going to be staying with you for a long period of time, I need you to drop this," you stated, beginning to ascend the stairs. You felt lightheaded as you still had neglected to feed yourself since that morning; it was evening now. You held the rail with both hands and took a deep breath.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Spencer walked up behind you.

"Fine-just-dizzy." You mumbled.

"What have you had to eat today?" Spencer asked, going into serious doctor mode.

"Coffee."

Spencer waited for you to continue. His eyebrow raised as you didn't speak.

"Just coffee? You're going to make yourself sick. Not to mention your high stress levels already, you're going to give yourself a panic attack." Spencer scolded.

"I already did this morning. I'm stressed and I don't eat when I'm stressed, okay?"

"You had a panic attack?" His face paled.

"Not a full-on one, but yes." You caught your breath and stomped to the top of the stairs. You made your way to your closet.

"Y/N we really do need to talk!" Spencer's voice grew louder as he walked in.

You pulled a suitcase out and began folding clothes inside.

"Then talk Spencer. If not now, then we have a lot of future time together to do so," you sighed.

Spencer kneeled on the floor next to you.

"When you kissed me, I thought it was a spontaneous rebound move. High stress chemicals clouding your judgement. I didn't think someone like you could actually be attracted to me."

"Spencer you've kissed far hotter women than me."

"That was on the show?!" Spencer blushed.

You nodded.

"What are you trying to say Spence?"

"I'm saying-" he licked his lips. "You're beautiful; you don't have to worry about anyone else I've kissed. You're the most fascinating person I've ever met; not just because you traveled through a multi-verse to get here. You're a dreamer, and you look at me with these doe-eyes. You're incredibly strong-willed, although now I think you're also physically strong too because your knuckles aren't extremely bruised from that punch. I want to protect you all the time, but I find you protecting me too. You're funny and I feel like you understand me more than anyone else. I-I get nervous when I'm around you and I can't articulate my thoughts, which is admittedly frustrating for someone with my IQ. I want to hold you constantly and hide you away from everything that bothers you. I actually know every English dictionary definition, and some French, of the the word 'love' and I know it encapsulates all of these other words like passion, attraction, devotion, and so on. That is the only word I can think of that properly describes what I feel for you, and every word that falls under its definition. I didn't kiss you back because I thought you didn't actually feel the same way, I thought you were full of adrenaline and anger and you needed comfort; I didn't want to take advantage of that. But now I know that I was horribly wrong and I hurt you. I am so sorry I walked out on you without explaining myself, Y/N. I-I hate that I made you cry and I understand if you don't want to be around me. I can ask Rossi if he can take you in, if that's what you want."

"Spencer" You croaked. Your throat tightening.

He wrung his hands, nervously, in his lap. Waiting on bated breath for your input.

"Please kiss me," you pleaded.

Without missing a beat, Spencer cradled your face in his hands and pulled you to him in a kiss. You immediately reciprocated.

All of that crying for this stupid genius. This man that kissed you like he could lose you at any moment.

His movements were hesitant, unsure, but determined. From an outsider's perspective, a kiss was simply skin to skin contact. You'd done it in acting classes countless times and it was just that. It's the context and emotions that make a kiss mean something. Spencer's lips pressed against yours and you'd never felt anything like it. Your lips nearly tingled, all your senses felt heightened.

You raked your hand through his hair to hold him closer. This made him bolder as he traced his tongue along your lips.

Did he even have to ask? You granted him access, opening up everything, your whole self; you wanted him to take.

Your heart knew this was special. The magnetic pull in your chest buzzed in an electric storm, finally not pulling you to an unknown force. Spencer was that force, he was the other end of the magnet, the thing that pulled you here.

You slowed the kiss. He was nervous and moving too fast. As his tongue danced with yours, you let him have his dominance, but you also guided him. The slower movements allowed you both to put more emotions into it; it was almost too sensual for a first kiss.

Spencer pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. You leaned up and stole one more kiss, making him smile.

"I love you Spencer." You whispered.

"I love you too. The old you and the real you." He kissed you again. Your hands fell around his neck and down further to his shoulders. This was the first time you could freely touch him. Your hands reached his chest and you placed your palms flat, feeling his heartbeat. It was as erratic as yours. It was real, and it was his.

You were the one with the strength to pull away. You were still lightheaded from the lack of food and this wasn't helping. In fact everything was spinning.

"Spencer I-" Your head lolled and your body dropped forward. Spencer reached out to catch you and you fainted in his arms.

You woke up not even a minute later. Spencer was holding you, but he had positioned you so that you were lying horizontally over his lap.

"Kissing someone has never made me faint before," you mumbled, clutching your head.

"You're body was under too much stress and you've had 0 sustenance." Spencer stood, somehow easily lifting you with him. You knew he was toned, but skinny, you'd already seen him half-naked; where was he hiding this magical strength?

"Where are we going?" Your words came out slurred. Spencer answered by gently laying you on your bed, the sheets were long forgotten in the wash. You definitely would have to buy new ones.

"You are going to lay here and rest," he used the extra pillow to elevate your legs.

"Why are you lifting my legs?"

"You've fainted and you need to get your blood flowing in your brain again." He explained.

"Oh."

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, smoothing your hair back over your ear.

"Are you trying to make me faint again Reid?" This was the first time you had used his last name, you wanted to channel Hotch's energy.

You were also a little bit delirious.

"Your blood sugar and your blood pressure is low. I'm going to go downstairs and find some food with sugar and salt in it. Meanwhile; nap." He nodded.

"I'm not supposed to be left alone, Hotch's orders," you pouted.

"I'll just be downstairs."

"Fiiiiine."

You watched him smile and shake his head before turning and leaving. You listened to his steps as he walked down the stairs, counting each one, and already missing him. Ugh, you had it bad for this man, and normally you would be terrified of that fact. Terrified that someone could have so much power over you by simply just existing.

Soon enough the exhaustion finally took over and you fell asleep. When you came-to, Spencer was gently coaxing you awake.

"I thought you might want to eat out on the balcony, open some windows, and get some fresh air."

"Mmm sounds good," you groaned. You rubbed your tired eyes.

Spencer helped you up, holding your waist as you descended the stairs. You felt sluggish and tired, Spencer was right, all of the stress was catching up with you.

He helped you sit on the pretty balcony. It was enclosed, but he had propped open some of the windows inside. The smell of all the plants inside mixed with the night air, making it easier to think clearly. Spencer waited on you, first bringing out the silverware and cups, then a tray of food. The plates were covered with serving lids. You giggled at how seriously he was taking this.

"This may not be a proper dinner but-" Spencer lifted the lids. "I think I owe you this."

Your jaw dropped, as if he had just proposed. Omelets and blueberry muffins.

Spencer Reid was better than his Criminal Minds character, you determined; his fans had no idea.

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Treating Livestock and Chicken Eye Problems

Livestock and chicken eye problems need to be treated as soon as possible. When our chickens and livestock get an eye injury or any type of wound, I grab the first aid box. Every farm and home should have supplies ready to grab when an injury happens.

Some injuries are accidental, while others can be from territory arguments. Paws and claws are injured when jumping off roosting bars or climbing. Honestly, if there are animals on your small farm, there will be minor injuries that need first aid care. Having products that I know I can trust for my animal care makes the job less stressful. Using a liquid wound care spray is my favorite first line of defense. I was happy to see an ophthalmology gel solution become available a couple years back. This is what I grab first when we have chicken eye problems. The gel sticks to the eye better than other runny liquids. If you can’t find an antiseptic/antibacterial eye cleaner, you can use cotton swabs and gauze pads, to bathe the eye, using sterile saline solution. Make sure that the antiseptic wound liquid is safe for eye injuries and infections, before use.

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What Does an Injured Chicken Eye Look Like?

Chicken eye problems can be caused by bacteria, dirt abrasions or wounds. Left untreated the eye will continue to get worse. What do you do to clean the eye without making the problem worse? Often the eye will look cloudy. The cloudiness can be quite distinct looking. You may think the eye is not able to be saved. At the very least, try a course of using the Vetericyn Eye Gel. It will cost a lot less than the cost of a veterinarian visit. I know a lot of homesteaders need to watch carefully how the money is spent. All I can tell you is, I have used this product for a few years and every single duck and chicken has sight in both eyes. The chicken may not want to open the eye due to photosensitivity. This should pass as the eye heals. Bandaging the eye won’t work but using the eye gel has worked for us every time. I also use a standard bottle of saline solution for cleaning. A small speck of dirt may have lodged in the eyelids and caused a scratch.

If a chicken or duck gets a wound that has any red blood seeping out, or is actively bleeding, use light pressure with a gauze pad to try and slow the bleeding. When the bleeding has stopped, dress with an antibacterial wound spray and bandage if appropriate. If the wound is not able to be bandaged, coating it with a blue antiseptic will reduce the pecking from the flock members. If the wound is near the eye, spray onto a cotton swab and gently swab the spot with the blue coating antiseptic.

Wound and Eye Care in Livestock

Other animals receive the benefit of my home treatments for eye infections and problems. I am not discouraging you from visiting the veterinarian if you prefer that. We all need to make the judgment call ourselves. Keeping a product like Vetericyn Eye Gel on hand is a good idea, in case you can’t get to the veterinarian or have to wait a few days for a farm call.

Recently, one of our sheep had a freak accident. This time, I was again glad that we keep a fully stocked first aid kit. I was nearby and watched the ewe roll down an unsteady incline in slow motion. She came to rest under a small pile that had a piece of sheet metal roofing on top. Although I stayed calm, Millie did not. She began to flail and panic and in the panic she managed to cut her leg and hoof area quite deeply. We did manage to get her up and she walked back to the barn area. I put her on the stand and began cleaning the wounds. A good bit of blood was dripping from her leg but no artery was pumping blood. Pressure was applied to the wound area to slow the bleeding. The cuts were cleaned using sterile saline. Next, I washed the wounds using a diluted betadine solution in water. This lets me see how badly she was cut. The wounds seemed clean and looked like they would heal. Antiseptic wound spray was applied on the cuts. Since the cuts were clean, I didn’t anticipate any problem healing. Using a product from the Vetericyn lineup makes me feel like I am using the best option for my poultry and livestock.

How do These Injuries and Wounds Happen?

On a farm, just as in the workplace, accidents can happen. Also, animals have a hierarchy often referred to as a pecking order. Most of the time it is worked out rather peacefully. Sometimes injuries occur from rooster behavior. Roosters in the first few years like to prove dominance over the hens by repeatedly mating. They show dominance over other roosters by spurring each other with the long spurs on the back of their legs. I am sure you can imagine the kind of injury that can result from an ill-placed spur. It can result in chicken eye problems or any type of spur wound. During mating, the rooster may wear off the feathers on a hen’s back, leaving exposed skin. This skin can be easily scratched or sunburned.

Chicken predators are just waiting for a chance to strike. This doesn’t mean they will end up with a chicken dinner. If the predator is interrupted while attacking, it may just leave an injured chicken behind. We had a rather devastating fox attack in the secure chicken run. And then I found our Buff Orpington chicken hiding under a nest box area in the back of the chicken coop. She was wounded and traumatized, but alive. After a serious amount of wound care and TLC, she was able to return to the flock and today it is hard to see anything wrong with her.

Livestock with horns can harm each other when head-butting battles get crazy. Also, metal fencing can cut a goat, sheep or cow as it passes by. Just as with chicken eye problems, eye injuries can happen in goats, sheep, and all livestock. We treated one of our sows for a day after she was bitten by another pig. The vet came out as soon as he had time. In the meantime, we were able to start first aid, stop the bleeding and apply antibacterial wound spray.

Having a well-stocked first aid kit in the barn or feed room saves a lot of time. Treating the wounds as soon as possible is important. These are the items I keep on hand. I can start treatment right away, not after I find time to run to the store. In no way will first aid on the farm replace solid veterinary care for serious injuries. You must use your own discretion and assess each injury to determine the best course of treatment.

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First Aid Kit Contents

Saline solution

Gauze Pads – 2 x 2 size for most wounds

Vetericyn or other topical wound spray

Electric tape – this is the best waterproof tape I have found, particularly for foot and hoof wounds.  I use just enough to keep the bandage on. I do not completely wrap the foot in electric tape as that would block air circulation completely

Cotton swabs

Blue coating spray – Especially for poultry, to reduce pecking at a bloody wound

Hydrogen Peroxide

Betadine – For cleaning solution for wounds

Old towels to wrap the animal or bird with, for a secure hold

Paper towels

Storing the First Aid Supplies

A plastic tote box is always a good storage for farm medications. It is easy to transport to the animal and keeps rodents out of the supplies. You could also use a tool box, however, some of the livestock medications are too tall to stand up in a regular size tool box. Take care of your medications since you have an investment in them. When you see chicken eye problems or other injuries, you don’t want to find the medication has frozen in the bottle. In freezing weather, I take the first aid box into the house because some of the medicated liquids are not as effective after they have been frozen. Read the labels for recommended storage temperatures. In addition, if the liquids freeze, they aren’t going to be readily available when needed.

Do you keep a first aid kit on your homestead? What supplies, such as Vetericyn, do you stock it with? Have you had to treat chicken eye problems? Let us know in the comments below.

Treating Livestock and Chicken Eye Problems was originally posted by All About Chickens