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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year ago

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I want to see cowboy reader get captured and hurt by unsub and JJ worried because those two seem to have chemistry

Description: Cowboy reader's father visits, things don't go too well...

Warnings: abuse, abusive parents, abduction, claustrophobia, judgy nurse, hospital visits, child abuse mentions

A/N: I'm panicking that this feels rushed but equally, I started writing this on the 15th of May so it can't be that rushed can it? Lmao (Also I'm so sorry it's taken this long). Posting this before I can doubt myself some more :))

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You and Spencer stood in front of the geographical profile, to be honest, Spencer was doing most of the work, you were watching the wheels in his brain tick. Since meeting the young doctor, you had almost been in awe of his intelligence and the way his brain worked (and you couldn’t help but want to protect him from the world).

This precinct was set out slightly different to the others you had been to, this station’s conference room had no windows, purely lit by shitty lights that were screwed into the ceiling. The only way you were able to read in this room was if you also switched on a bright light that was a lot less warm-toned to actually see.

"(Y/N)?" You snapped out of your train of thought, turning to the voice, it feeling vaguely familiar.

"Yes?" When you turn to him, you instantly know who it is but you force your face to stay neutral.

"You don't remember me." He manages to look somewhat defeated, you'll give him that.

"No, I remember you." You said, folding your arms, "You just don't mean anything to me."

"And why’s that?"

"You're not worth my energy."

He places a hand on his heart, "You wound me, son."

"Shame." You answer, you turn to Spencer, "Can you go get Hotch?"

Spencer looks at the scene hesitantly, not wanting to leave you alone with the man. Especially if he is your father. "It's okay, Spence." You reassured with a tight smile.

"Yeah, it's alright, Spence." Your father says as he takes a step towards Spencer.

When your father takes a step closer to Spencer, before you know it, you have him pinned against the wall. "Don't you even fuckin' dare stand near him." You growl, "I don't care how much you think you've changed, come near him, I'll break you."

Chuckling, despite his head pressed against the wall, your father turns his head to look at Spencer. "I have changed."

"Bull. Shit." You force the words out of your mouth, anger flowing through your blood. "Spencer, go get Hotch." You wanted Hotch here for a multitude of reasons. The main three being:

Make sure you don't nearly kill him

Make sure he doesn't nearly kill you

Make sure Spencer is safe

As soon as he's gone, your father's demeanour shifts and he smirks, "I thought we'd never be alone,"

And with that, he manoeuvers himself and slams your head into the wall, knocking you unconscious.

When Hotch and Spencer ran back into the room, three minutes later, you were nowhere to be seen.

You didn't know how long it had been, just that it must have been ages - at least four days. You had been there for ages, in the dark, a closet to be specific. And everywhere hurt - so, so much. Your father had been in multiple times and it was like you were twelve years old again, stuck at home with a monster with no one to save you. Except you knew that you had people in the outside world that actually cared about you (your team).

Each time your father visited you, dragging you out of the closet and throwing you to the floor, he inflicted a different pain that reminded you of your childhood while he hurled insults in your direction. It had been a while since his last visit - a few hours, perhaps - and, to your dismay, you were beginning to worry whether he would come back.

"This ain't creepy at all," You muttered to yourself, perhaps if you closed your eyes and simply pretended you were at home that would help.

You leant against the back of the closet, trying your best to get comfortable. You closed your eyes, picturing your bed at your Mama's house. Everything was okay. "You- You're fine," You mumbled to yourself, clutching your arm tight to your chest, trying to stabilise your shoulder. It had been dislocated on your first day here (wherever here was).

Everything ached heavily, throbbing in beat with your heart. Between the cuts, scratches, and burns, you felt like you couldn't take a full breath. It was dark and you couldn't see. You didn't know who was there, if anyone was really there. God you hated the dark. And it was cold, so very, very cold, you knew there was no way that you had lost enough blood to make it so. You knew that the only way in which it was so cold was that bastard had made sure there was no way heat could get into the room (assuming there wasn't a thermostat).

The beat of your heart filled your ears, mixed with the roaring that was occupying your ear drums. All with such force and such volume that you don't hear the gunshot in the background.

"Everythin's fine, you're gonna get out of this. Team'll find you. It's fine. It's fine-" Your feeble attempt at self-reassurance died in the back of your throat when you heard the familiar unlocking of the closet doors. You curled into yourself further, not looking up when the doors creaked open.

"(Y/N)?" JJ approaches you slowly, and you stare at her, trying to figure out if you've finally gone crazy or if she's really here. God, you hoped it was the latter. You couldn’t help but notice that the air around her seemed slightly brighter.

"JJ?" You wince, not only from the pain it caused in your throat and chest to speak, but by how utterly defeated you sounded.

"I'm here," She answers, "We're all here." With that, there was a small click and light flooded into your room. You winced, quickly ducking your head down and squeezing your eyes shut. When your eyes had adjusted, you opened them, forcing yourself to stand.

The team's eyes widened at the sight of you, covered in blood and dirt, stripped of your shirt and socks. When you finally looked up, you curled into yourself slightly, trying to ignore the damage.

You took a breath, "What about-?"

"He's dead." She answers and your shoulders deflate. They did come for you. He was wrong. Of course they would come for you.

"Who- Who shot him?" You asked hesitantly.

"I did," Morgan replied, frowning slightly. No matter what the man had done, he was still technically your biological father. You stumbled over to him, wincing and limping as you did so.

"Thank you," You mumbled, collapsing into a hug when you finally reached him.

”How about we get you sit down?” Morgan asks gently as Prentiss places a seat next to you. Despite you protesting that you were fine, Morgan helps ease you into the chair while Hotch calls the paramedics to check how far out they were.

When the paramedics arrived, they were quick to transfer you onto a gurney and then into the ambulance - the team keeping close.

“Do you want us to call your emergency contact?” The paramedic asked and you shook your head.

“No, no thank you,” You mumbled, giving her a small smile.

“Are you sure-?”

You nodded, “She, er, she’s already here,” You don’t notice Morgan shoot JJ a knowing smile - who responds with an eye roll and shaking her head.

“Okay, just so we know, who is it?”

“Oh, er, JJ,” You said, nodding to her, “The blonde haired lady,”

The paramedic takes a note of this, jotting it down on your form. “Thank you,”

When you get to the hospital, you’re settled into a rather uncomfortable hospital bed (but you know better than to complain). They start by giving you pain killers and treating your major wounds - the burns along your side and chest, a variety of deepish cuts along your arms and torso, and finally checking your ribs and collarbone for fractures. You had tried telling them you were fine, but they weren’t having it - especially when they poked it and you cried out in pain.

"We need to take you upstairs," The nurse said, "We need to do an x-ray."

"Upstairs?"

"Yes, the x-ray department is on the fourth floor," The nurse said and you drew in a deep breath. "We need to transfer you into a wheelchair."

Eventually, you were out of your room, trying desperately not to think about the elevator. Being trapped in a small metal box.

"No, I- I'll take the stairs." You mumble, shaking your head as you approach the lift. Not now. You can do this right now. You begin to stand when a hand is placed on your shoulder, instantly making you feel relaxed. You know its her without even having to look.

"You know you can't take the stairs right now," She responds quietly.

"JJ, I'm fine." You answer, grinding your jaw. You did not want to go in that lift under any circumstances.

"It's the only way to get there."

"Then I won't go,"

"You need to get an x-ray,"

"Don't need to."

"What would help you feel safer?" Her voice is soft, calming.

"You." Your answer is instant, that's not the embarrassing part though. The embarrassing part would be asking to hold her hand. The embarrassing part would be asking if Hotch or Morgan could also come with. You knew that they wouldn't let anything happen to either you or JJ - and they were physically healthy and therefore actually able to protect both you and her (normally you wouldn't have a problem with protecting the pair of you if needed, but you were currently slightly incapacitated).

"What's the other thing?" Damn, she can read you like a book.

You swallow, frowning slightly as you flush red and look down at your hands, watching them tremble for a moment, "H-Hotch or Morgan?"

JJ nods in understanding, gently rubbing her hand along your arm. "Does it matter which one?" When you shake your head, she turns to the nurse, "Can you get Agent Hotchner or Agent Morgan please?"

"For an elevator?" You frown, staring at your hands more intently as your face grows hot, watching as they continue to shake from adrenaline at the idea of being in a lift right now.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying, he's a grown man, he can ride an elevator-"

You can sense the anger radiating off the blonde so you shake your head, "JJ it's fine..." You mumbled, "Let's just go n get it over with."

"No. You'd feel more comfortable with Hotch or Morgan here, so we're going to make sure that one of them are here." She says strongly, not breaking eye contact with the nurse. "So, can you get Agent Hotchner or Agent Morgan. And another nurse."

The nurse stares blankly at her for a moment before nodding and walking off. "Are you alright?" JJ asks softly and you give a small nod, hands continuing to shake. Seeing this she slowly reached down, lightly taking your left hand in her right.

"I-I'm sorry," You mutter before your tone turns bitter. "I shouldn't be feelin' like this. It's just an elevator."

"(Y/N)," You look up at her, "You've been through something most people can't even imagine. You're okay to feel shaken by that."

"M an adult." You said, trying to ignore your eyes began to feel the familiar sting of tears. "I shouldn't be-"

"I'm scared of dogs." JJ said. "I- Spencer was taken by an unsub years ago and his dogs attacked me and now, I'm afraid of dogs. Is that unreasonable? I'm an adult."

"That's different."

"Why? Because I'm a woman?"

"Wha-? No. Because you went through a traumatic experience."

"And this wasn't traumatic?"

"No! This was my childhood! I got over it! I should be fine with this! I shouldn't be here shakin' like a leaf over somethin' I must have gone through a hundred times!" You exclaim, "I should be able to get in an elevator without vibratin' so hard I’m creatin' my very own massage chair!"

"You're allowed to feel this way," JJ says gently as she crouches in front of you. "It's okay to acknowledge things that scare you. And doing this? Getting in an elevator shows how strong you are. Even if it's with two friends."

"Is everything okay?" JJ looks up at Hotch, who let's his gaze settle on your form - he can't see much, but he watches as you lift a trembling hand to your face, presumably to massage your temples. JJ says nothing, unsure of how much you want her to say, so you take the lead.

"I don't wanna go in." You mutter. "I wanna take the stairs."

Hotch had never heard you sound so small. "I get that," Ensuring that his voice is calming, he continues, "But we both know you can't make it up all those stairs right now."

"Its- I feel like 'm trapped and 'm not even inside yet."

"We'll be here the whole time," Hotch adds and you nod.

"Is the other nurse here?"

"Yep," Another voice chimes, "I'm Nurse Maddison."

"Hi," You whisper. "I-I'm not normally like this," You mumble, this was slightly mortifying to say the least.

"That's alright," She replies, "We've all got our fears. I find it difficult to go on public transport - I'm scared of a lack of control."

"I-I'm scared if I get in the lift, I won't be able to get out." You admit. "I'm scared the lights will flicker, n I'll wake up, n I'll still be there. Or worse, the lights will go out n he'll be here."

"Who?" Nurse Maddeline furrows her eyebrows when you don't answer.

"I just really don't want this to be a dream," You whisper.

JJ squeezes your hand lightly, "I promise you, this is real."

"We're here, (Y/N). You're safe. You're with us."

You sat, taking deep breaths outside the elevator for a minute or so. Just catching your breath.

"Are you ready to get in?" She asks. Despite the question, her voice is full of understanding. "We don't have to push any buttons yet, and I can stand in the way of the doors until you're ready."

"Can- Can we do that one? With you in the doors?"

"Of course!" Nurse Maddison gives a small smile before pressing the call button for the elevator.

When she wheels you into the elevator, you forget how to breathe. Shaking your head quickly, you find Hotch and JJ (which is easy as Nurse Maddison placed the wheelchair so that you could see both of your colleagues), "I was wrong, I can't do this-"

"(Y/N), look at me," JJ speaks this time, "You're okay, it's okay."

You shake your head, "No, no, I can't-"

"I need you to calm down for me, okay?" Nurse Maddison says.

"No! No, I can't- I can't do this!" You bow your head, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

"(Y/N)." Hotch's voice is stern and makes you look up, "You can do this. I know you think you can't, but you can."

"Do you trust us?" JJ asks and you nod. Because you do. You trust the pair of them with your life. "Then close your eyes." You look at her for a moment before doing as she says, letting your eyes flutter shut. There's a warmth that floods through your body as she takes your hand again and you grip it lightly.

When the doors close, your grip on JJ's hand tightens and your eyes shoot open. "It's alright," Hotch is quick to reassure as JJ rubs soothing circles on your hand. "It won't be long before we reach the floor we need."

"No, no, Hotch, I need out-" You shake your head, desperately trying to get your breathing under control. "Hotch I need out, I can't breathe-"

"(Y/N), look at me." JJ's voice drew your eyes away from Hotch. "You're okay."

"No-"

"Yes you are, you're okay." She says softly, gently squeezing your hand in hers, "We're nearly there."

You pushed the palm of your hand into your eye, trying to force the tears back. "Not a coward." You muttered bitterly to yourself, not caring if the others could hear. You needed to get yourself through this ride without having a panic attack (and it was close). "Not a coward. Not a coward." You mumble the phrase, over and over. Intent on repeating it until you believe it. Of course, before that could happen, there was the familiar ping of an elevator door and your head shot up as they opened.

"Can we get out now?" You asked, looking up, "Please?"

Both Hotch and JJ give you a reassuring smile as Nurse Madeline gently pushes the wheelchair out of the elevator.

JJ leans forward, so only you can hear her as she whispers, “See, I told you you could do it,”

The x-ray went relatively smoothly, except for finding out you had three broken ribs and had broken your clavicle. You were also a lot calmer on the way down (still with both Hotch and JJ), feeling relatively calm (in comparison) when they wheeled you back into your room.

The team immediately greeted you with smiles as you entered your room, Garcia standing up from your bed (where she may or may not have laid down on it).

“So, what’s the verdict, cowboy?” Morgan asked.

“Um, three broken ribs and clavicle.”

“Clavicle?” Garcia asked.

“Collarbone,” Spencer added.

“Does that mean no baking for a little while?” Both you and Garcia asked, turning to Hotch (who had to fight off a smile).

“Probably.”

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Domestic Abuse

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I should have left before we moved. Hell, the whole reason we moved was because people started noticing the bruises I couldn’t hide as well. Fifteen years with Chris was now my nightmare. He wasn’t always a bad guy, but then again they never are, are they? We were high school sweethearts and got married five years after we graduated. We had our son Cameron just a few months later. It wasn’t until Cameron turned four that the abuse started. Maybe it was the stress from his job and having a child so young that made him start, but it’s no excuse. I was scared of him. For the first time since I knew Chris, I was scared of him.

It was a Friday night and Cameron was sick. I hadn’t been out of the house that wasn’t for groceries, taking Cameron to school, or an appointment in months. I had asked Chris if he could watch our son while I went out and had a girl's night. Mistake number one.

“You’re his fucking Mother, you take care of him. That’s your damn job.” He growled.

“Chris I haven’t been out in forever. The girls just want to-”

“Oh, bullshit!” He shouted and stood up.

“You just wanna go out and slut around some fucking club like the stupid whore you are! Am I not fucking enough for you? I mean come the fuck on Y/N, you don’t need to work because I fucking provide for you and that fucking kid, who now I’m not even sure if he’s fucking mine because you’re such a whore-”

“Of course he’s yours! I haven’t been with another man since high school!” I shouted back. Mistake number two. He raised his fist and slammed it into my face.

“Don’t you fucking talk back to me!” He shouted so loud I was worried he’d wake Cameron up. He didn’t need to see his Father like this. Tears slowly fell down my face as I looked up at the man I didn’t even recognize now.

“C-Chris, please… J-Just lower your voice or you’ll wake Cameron.”

“I don’t give a shit! You have a great fucking life with me and you’re sitting here trying to go out and cheat!” He screamed. He gripped me by the shirt and lifted me off the ground.

“You get the fuck in the kitchen and grab me a beer then fuck back off to take care of that kid like you’re supposed to.” He growled in my face and I nodded, terrified of what else he’d do. He shoved me away and I fell back to the floor. He sat back on the couch and glared at me.

“Fucking hurry up.” He said and I scrambled to do as he asked. I rushed into Cameron’s room and he was still out, thank God.

A few weeks later Chris was on a business trip and it was just Cameron and myself. I was so relieved to be rid of Chris for a bit, but I knew he’d be keeping track of me and checking the cameras he had hidden in the apartment. I had only found a few, but I had no idea how many there were. It didn’t help that just before he left he beat me as a reminder that I was stuck with him. He wanted to make sure I wouldn’t show my face in public, so I had plenty of bruises to try and cover-up. I did my best, but Cameron could still see a bit on my face. I had to lie and tell him I fell in the shower last night.

It was the last day Chris was gone and I needed to get more groceries. I made a quick list and grabbed my purse. I walked over to Cameron’s room and smiled as I saw him playing with his trucks.

“Hey baby, you wanna come to the grocery store with Mommy? I’ll get you a treat if you’re good.” I said and he smiled brightly at me.

“Otay Mommy!” He said and walked over to me. I picked him and and lightly tickled his stomach. He giggled and pushed my hands away.

“Let’s get your shoes on.” I said and walked to the front door. I sat him on the little bench near the door and helped him put his shoes on.

“Do you want me to carry you or do you wanna walk to the car?” I asked.

“Walk!” He said and I nodded. I helped him hop off the bench and opened the door for him. He walked out and I turned to lock the door.

“Pencer!” I heard Cameron shout and his little footsteps running off. I turned my head and saw him running towards our neighbor, Spencer. Cameron ran right up to him and hugged his leg, making Spencer look down at him.

“Hi.” Cameron said with his adorably goofy grin.

“Hey, Cameron.” Spencer said kneeling to his level. I quickly locked the door and rushed over to them.

“Cameron! I’ve told you not to just run off without me.” I said and he just smiled at me.

“But Pencer home.” He said and I gave Spencer a sheepish smile. Spencer stood up and Cameron walked over to my side, holding my hand. Spencer studied my face and his brows furrowed. He looked me over completely and cleared his throat.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asked and I forced a smile that I really hoped looked genuine.

“I’m fine. Cameron and I are just going grocery shopping since Chris is coming home tomorrow…” I said and he raised a brow.

“I-I don’t want to seem rude, but what happened to your cheek?” He asked and I felt my heart skip a beat and my eyes involuntarily widened a bit.

“Oh nothing, I just fell in the shower last night.” I said with a nervous laugh. Spencer stepped a bit closer and I flinched. I silently cursed myself for reacting when I knew Spencer would never hurt me. He was always so sweet, even if we didn’t talk a lot. He wasn’t home a lot and we simply had some small talk when we did see each other in the hallway. Cameron loved seeing him though, he always thought Spencer was cool.

“Who did this to you?” He asked in a whisper. I bit my lip and looked down at Cameron who was still smiling up at us. He didn’t hear Spencer.

“Spencer…” I whispered and shook my head. He looked down at Cameron and knelt down.

“Hey Cameron, have you ever seen an abacus?” He asked and Cameron looked at him confused. He shook his head and looked up at me.

“It’s an old calculator.” Spencer said, but he still looked confused.

“It’s helps people count.” I said.

“Oh! No.” Cameron said.

“Why don’t you and your Mom come inside and I can show you?” Spencer asked and looked up at me.

“Can we Mommy?” He asked.

“Uh, we should really go get the groceries.” I said and Cameron frowned. He gave me those adorable little puppy eyes and I sighed. I knew Spencer was just trying to distract my son so he could get some answers out of me.

“I-I guess a minute wouldn’t hurt…” I said and Cameron lit up.

“Yay! Fank you Mommy!” He said and hugged my leg. Spencer opened his apartment and Cameron rushed inside. Spencer motioned me to follow him and I hesitantly walked inside. It was very neat and there were books everywhere. Spencer placed his bags near the door and locked it. Cameron was picking up a book and looking it over. I walked over to him and gently took it out of his hands.

“We don’t pick up other people’s things without asking them, baby.” I said and he frowned.

“Sworry Mommy…” He said.

“It’s alright, he can look at it if he’d like.” Spencer said. Cameron smiled and I handed the book back to him.

“There aren’t any pictures so I don’t think you’ll enjoy it very much.” Spencer chuckled. Cameron frowned and put the book back where he found it.

“Can I see the abracadabra?” He asked and we both laughed a little.

“Abacus, baby.” I said and he looked at me confused. I shook my head and kissed his forehead. Spener walked into another room and came out with a very nice-looking abacus. He placed it on his coffee table and motioned Cameron over. He walked over and looked in awe of the beads.

“See you just move them up and down like this.” Spencer showed him.

“Each bead represents one and each row is a different place value and you just-”

“Spencer.” I cut him off and he looked up at me.

“He’s five. He’s not going to understand.” I said with a small smile and Spencer blushed.

“Right, sorry. Cameron, why don’t you play with this for a bit while I talk to your mom?” He asked and Cameron nodded with a huge smile. He was moving the beads and just having fun counting them. Spencer stood up and walked towards me. He motioned to the other side of the room and I glanced at my son.

“Be gentle, baby. Don’t break it, okay?” I said and Cameron nodded. I sighed and walked over to Spencer while keeping my eyes on my son.

“Who did this, Y/N?” He asked. I was so scared to tell him. I never wanted anyone to see me at my lowest, besides Spencer probably has his own shit to deal with.

“Spencer…” I sighed and shook my head. I looked at him and it was clear he knew something was wrong. He saw my bruises that were way too dark still to cover. He probably saw the way I tensed up when he stepped closer to me.

“I can help you, Y/N. I work for the FBI, if someone is hurting you I can help.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Y-You work for the FBI?” I asked and he nodded.

“Hold on.” He said. He walked over to his bag by the door and came back after he found something. He held out his badge and I carefully took it.

‘BAU SPECIAL AGENT Dr. Spencer Reid’ I read and looked back up at him.

“I-I can’t tell you… He’ll kill me, or my son, or both of us. I don’t have anywhere else to go and I don’t have enough money to leave him. He’s in control of everything…” I whispered as a tear fell down my cheek.

“Hey slow down, I’ll help you. I promise I’ll help you, my team will help you, but I need you to tell me who’s doing this to you.” He said and I shook my head. We both knew who I was talking about but Spencer needed me to say it. I flinched as I heard my phone ring and quickly dug through my purse to find it. Once I pulled it out my throat tightened. Chris was calling me. It was probably because I told him I was going to get groceries, but was still in our apartment building… My hands started shaking and Spencer gently took my phone for me. He looked at who was calling and saw it was Chris. He looked in my eyes and probably could see just how scared I was.

“Y/N I need you to say his name if I’m going to help you.” He said. I bit my lip and stared at him as the phone slowly went silent. There was ding after ding, signaling Chris was texting me. I gulped and took a deep breath.

“I-It’s C-Chris… He hits me, that’s why we moved here…” I admitted quietly.

“Does he hit Cameron?” He asked and I shook my head. He nodded and looked over at my son.

“Why don’t you go sit with Cameron? I’m gonna go call my boss and we’ll get this sorted.” He said and I nodded. Spencer walked into the other room and I took a seat on the couch as I watched Cameron play. He turned to look at me and his smile fell.

“What’s wrong Mommy?” He asked and walked over to me.

“Nothing baby, Mommy just got something in her eye.” I said and forced a smile. He didn’t look totally convinced, but it worked for now. He turned to play with the abacus more and showed me how well he could count.

It wasn’t long before Spencer walked back in and sat next to me. He still had my phone, but I guess he turned it on silent.

“Hey Cameron, how would you like to go visit the FBI office?” He asked and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah! Please, Mommy?” He asked. Spencer gave me a small nod and a reassuring smile.

“S-Sure baby…” I said and he jumped with joy. Cameron rushed to the door, but before I could scold him Spencer gently placed a hand on mine. I didn’t flinch.

“Do you know if he’s tracking your car?” He asked and I shook my head.

“I-I don’t know… m-maybe?” I said and he nodded.

“Okay, then you need to drive your car and follow me. I’ll keep your phone so you don’t need to worry about whatever he’s saying, okay?” He said and I nodded.

“Come on, Mommy!” Cameron called. I got up and scooped him into my arms.

“I can walk Mommy.” He said and I smiled.

“I know, baby, but I just want to hold you right now.” I said. We waited for Spencer to lock his door before we all headed down to the garage. I placed Cameron into his car seat and he was very excited to go see the FBI office. I wish it wasn’t because his Father is a monster, but he didn’t need to know that. I kissed his head and shut the door. I turned to find Spencer standing there watching us with a smile.

“Just follow me.” He said and I nodded. He stepped closer to me and gently grabbed my hand.

“I promise me and my team will keep the two of you safe.” He said and I nodded.

We each got in our cars and I filled the ride with Cameron’s favorite songs. He was singing and smiling the whole way there. Cameron was the only thing keeping me from breaking down right now. The ride to the office building wasn’t horribly long and I parked right next to Spencer. He gave me another reassuring smile and led the way up to the BAU. When we got off the elevator he led us inside and Cameron was looking around in awe. We walked through some glass doors and into a room filled with desks and a few private offices.

“Hey, pretty boy!” A man called and Spencer looked over at him. The man walked up to us and set his eyes on me.

“Oh and who might this be?” He asked with a smirk.

“This is my neighbor, Y/N, and her son Cameron. Y/N, this is Derek Morgan.” Spencer introduced us. I noticed him stare at my cheek and I glanced away slightly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said.

“Reid.” A man with a deep voice said. Spencer and I both looked at him and he was dressed in a suit. His face was hard and I couldn’t read any emotions from him. He motioned to another room. Spencer nodded and looked back at me.

“Maybe Cameron should hang out with one of my team members?” He suggested. I held him a little tighter and Spencer could tell I was scared. Spencer came closer and leaned next to my ear.

“Do you want him to hear everything we need to know?” He whispered and I gulped. Spencer pulled back and I gave him a small nod.

“I can watch him.” A blonde girl said with a kind smile.

“Y/N, Cameron, this is JJ.” Spencer introduced. I placed Cameron down and knelt down.

“Can you be good for Miss. JJ?” I asked and he nodded.

“You can just call me JJ.” She said and I nodded.

“Okay, I’m gonna be in that room over there with Spencer if you need me okay?” I said and he nodded.

“Otay Mommy!” He said and walked over to JJ.

“Do you catch bad people?” He asked and she smiled.

“Yeah, we do.” She said as she took him over to a desk. I got up and smiled. Spencer gently nudged me and I looked over at him. He motioned me to go ahead and I followed the emotionless man into the room. It had a small couch against the wall and a round table in front of a TV. Spencer closed the door after him and the man pulled the curtains closed.

“Y/N, this is my boss.” Spencer said.

“Aaron Hotchern.” The man said and held his hand out. I took it and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Please, take a seat.” He motioned to the couch and I sat down. Spencer sat next to me. Aaron sat in one of the chairs in front of us.

“Now, Reid informed me that your husband abuses you and keeps track of you?” He asked and I nodded.

“He’s been blowing up her phone, Sir.” Spencer said and passed him my phone. Aaron scrolled through my phone and his eyes hardened.

“He’s threatening your life and the life of your son.” He said and my heart skipped a beat.

“Please, you can’t let him hurt Cameron.” I begged, letting a few tears slip. Spencer held my hand and gently squeezed.

“We won’t let him hurt either of you.” He said and Aaron nodded.

“Can you tell me how long this has been going on?” Aaron asked.

“About a year. It started maybe a month after Cameron turned four? We moved here because I-I couldn’t hide the bruises as well anymore and Chris didn’t want to get caught…” I whispered. Aaron and Spencer shared a look before Aaron got up.

“I’ll be right back.” He said and left the room.

“What’s he going to do, Spencer?” I asked.

“He’s going to talk to the rest of the team and we’re going to help you.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, JJ won’t let Cameron hear anything. I promise.” He said and I nodded but bit my lip.

“Did you know more than 50% of domestic violence incidents go unreported?” He asked and I looked at him confused.

“W-What?” I asked.

“It’s because they’re scared of their partner.” He said.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because you’re being strong by letting us help. You told me when you really didn’t have to. You could have just picked Cameron up and walked off to the grocery store and pretended nothing ever happened. You could have stayed scared and continued being with Chris. But here you are.” He said and I stared at him in awe.

“I-I still am scared.” I said and he smiled.

“I know, but that’s okay.” He said.

“Why did you decide to help me? You could have just ignored us too.” I asked and his smile grew a bit.

“It’s my job to help people, I was on my way to work anyway.” He said and I actually giggled.

“Well thank you. I owe you big time.” I said and he shook his head.

“Y/N, it’s my job. You don’t owe me anything.” He said.

“Well, I’d still like to thank you somehow, maybe if I get some money back I can buy you dinner?” I asked and he blushed.

“U-Uh you don’t…” He cleared his throat.

“You don’t have to do that.” He said and I smiled.

“But I’d like to. If you can save me and Cameron from what Chris has become, then I’d really like to thank you somehow.” I said and he slowly nodded.

“I-I think this is the first time I’ve really seen you smile. I’ve noticed how they all looked forced, but I just assumed it was from work stress or from taking care of a small child.” He said and I blushed.

“Cameron is the only thing that makes me smile anymore. Well that and you helping us.” I said. The door opened and a blonde girl with an interesting-looking dress, along with a black-haired woman, walked in and Aaron followed after her. He shut the door and she sat down right next to me. Aaron sat in the chair and the black-haired woman sat next to him.

“Don’t you worry about a thing sweetie! We are going to take good care of you and that little bundle of joy out there. I’m going to hack into that tracker he has on your phone and Morgan is searching your car to see if he’s tracking that too. Then I’m going to work some of my magic and get you back in control of your accounts and you’ll be right as rain!” She said in an extremely happy tone. I stared at her with wide eyes and looked over at Spencer. He nodded with a smile and I looked back towards the girl.

“T-Thank you… You can really do all that?” I asked and she smiled.

“Of course I can! I’m a tech wizard!” She said and I smiled. I couldn’t stop myself from hugging her.

“Thank you so much, uh…” I said with more tears falling. She returned the hug and rubbed my back.

“Penelope. Right well. I’m going to go be your fairy godmother now. You’re in great hands.” She said and winked at Spencer. He blushed and she left the room.

“Y/N.” Aaron said, and I looked over at him and the woman.

“This is Agent Emily Prentiss.” He introduced. I wiped my eyes and smiled.

“Hi Y/N, I’m going to need to ask you about what Chris did.” She said as she pulled out a notepad. I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Okay, I need you to tell me everything he did in as much detail as you can. I’ll also need to take pictures of the bruises without makeup.” She said and I cringed a little. No one really knows how bad they were.

“O-Okay.” I said.

“We can take you to the hospital and make sure there isn’t more serious damage.” Aaron said.

“Oh no, that’s okay.” I said.

“We need to, Y/N, for the report.” Spencer said and I gulped.

“Cameron can’t see, Spencer…” I said.

“Do you have anyone you trust to watch him?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Both my parents are dead, I don’t have any siblings, and my friends are all friends with Chris… I told you, I’m alone in this.” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.

“I can’t lose him, Spencer…” I said, more tears falling.

“Hey, you won’t lose him, okay? I can see if JJ can watch him, she has kids his age.” He said and I bit my lip.

“That’s too much I can’t ask that.” I said.

“Y/N, we really need to take you to the hospital.” He said. His sweet, kind eyes were begging me to agree.

“We need to make sure there isn’t more serious damage.” He added.

“T-There is…” I whispered.

“Y/N, I need you to tell me everything.” Emily said. I took a deep breath and looked up at her. I saw my phone light up and his name flash on the screen. I gulped and Aaron picked up the phone to look at it.

“I know this will be hard, but I need you to talk to him. Can you do that?” He asked and my eyes widened.

“Hotch, you can’t ask her to do that. She’s terrified.” Spencer said. The phone stopped ringing and Aaron sighed.

“He’s going to call back, let me get Garcia and she can track it.” He said and left the room.

“B-But he’s out of the state, he’s not coming back until tomorrow.” I said confused.

“He could have come back early.” Emily said and I felt my throat tighten. My breathing became heavy and I felt a strong need to get Cameron and run as far as we could.

“Hey Y/N, it’s okay, you’re safe here. Just breath.” Spencer said and gently turned my head to face him.

“H-He’ll kill us…” I whispered in a shaky breath.

“No, we won’t let him, just take a deep breath.” He said and took an exaggerated breath. I tried to follow him and eventually calmed down by the time Aaron and Penelope returned. She sat down and opened her laptop.

“Alright, next time he calls I’ll be able to know exactly where he is.

“You need to keep him talking for as long as possible,” Emily said as she moved to sit next to me. I nodded and my phone lit up again. Chris. My hands were shaking and I felt Spencer place his hand on my thigh.

“It’s okay, he can’t hurt you here.” He said and I nodded. I took a deep breath and answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hey, honey.” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Where the hell are you? You said you were going to the grocery store and now I can’t see where the fuck you are.” He growled.

“I was just taking Cameron to the park first.” I said, hoping my lie sounded convincing.

“You didn’t fucking ask permission to go to the fucking park! You probably left our son at him by himself and went to go get fucked like the stupid whore you are!” He shouted.

“No, Chris I-”

“Shut your fucking mouth! I’m going to fucking kill you and find a proper bitch to take care of MY son.” He said and hung up. I dropped my phone and started breaking down. Spencer wrapped an arm around me and gently rubbed me up and down.

“Garcia, anything?” Aaron asked.

“He’s on the highway, it looked like he’s going to her phone's last location which is-”

“Here…” I whispered. I quickly stood up and headed for the door.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Spencer asked, following me to the door.

“Home.” I answered and went to open the door, but Spencer stopped me.

“He said he’d kill you.” He said and I sighed.

“He’s said it before and hasn’t done it. He’ll just hit me.” I said and Spencer shook his head.

“I can’t just let you leave and go back to that. He came home early all because you didn’t go to the grocery store. You don’t know when he’ll snap.” He said and I shook my head.

“What if today’s the day that he hits Cameron?” He asked and I turned to face him.

“I would never let that happen.” I said and he sighed.

“Please, Y/N, we can help you.” He said and I dropped my hand from the handle.

“I-I have pictures… of what he did to me…” I said and they all looked at me.

“Where are they?” Emily asked.

“My phone, in a hidden folder.” I said. She picked it and and started looking for it.

“Hotch.” She said and showed him the phone. He nodded and looked over at us.

“Y/N, you and your son need to stay here. If your husband is really coming to try and kill you then this is the safest place. Is Morgan still searching her car?” He asked Penelope.

“Yes Sir.” She answered.

“Good, I’ll let him know Chris is on his way and we can meet him down there.” He said and Emily nodded.

“Reid, you can stay up here with Y/N.” He said and Spencer nodded. They all left the room and it was just Spencer and myself.

“W-What about Cameron?” I asked.

“JJ will watch him still, Hotch won’t let him know anything.” He said and I nodded.

“I want to see him. I need to hold my baby, Spencer.” I said.

“You will okay? Just calm down a bit.” He said and gently pulled me in for a hug.

“Just breath, Y/N. Then I’ll go get Cameron and you can hold him as much as you want.” He said, rubbing my back. It took me a little bit, but I managed to calm down. Spencer was a huge help and I pulled back, smiling at him. I wiped my tears and reached into my purse to check that the makeup was still in place. Thank God most of it was and I just had to fix it a little bit.

“Let me go get Cameron.” Spencer said and walked out of the room. I closed my eyes and tried my best to keep my breathing normal.

“You’re safe here.” Spencer’s words repeated in my head.

“We’re safe here.” I whispered to myself.

The door opened and I looked over to see Cameron laughing as Spencer tickled his side. I smiled and the sight made my heart skip a beat. Spencer was such a good person. Cameron looked over at me and his smile only grew.

“Mommy!” He said and squirmed in Spencer’s hold. Spencer let him go and he ran up to me. I pulled him onto my lap and hugged him tightly.

“Mommy, too tight…” He mumbled and I pulled back a bit.

“Sorry baby.” I said and he looked at me confused.

“What’s wrong, Mommy?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Nothing baby, everything is gonna be okay.” I said and kissed his head. I looked up at Spencer and he nodded at me. Everything is gonna be okay.

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tobbotobbs · 2 years ago

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Hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the BAU Team x Male reader, the team know nothing of reader childhood. One day while the team are on a case the meet reader's father, who reader thought was in jail. His father has come by asking for help because he's gotten in trouble.

If you want you can also make him the unsub

(Side note reader and his father travled around alot and reader was homeschooled because his father was always in trouble with the law)

Thanks for the request! I like this! Well, let's see how this goes, I hope it meets your expectations and that you like it! Enjoy (:

"Ain't Nobody Love You Like I Do"

The Silence haunted their hotel rooms. The whole BAU Team had headed straight to Texas after receiving the call from Strauss. An Unsub who kills teenagers of any age, sex, looks and home situations. And that repeatedly in just 4 days. This unsub was growing confident, too confident. They had to act fast and this is how they all got their ready to go bags and flew to texas. Penelope, of course, stayed behind in her bat cave because she firstly didn't want to see all the gross, creepy and gruesume shut going on over there and she wouldn't be much help anyway. This lead them to now. All sitting in their own hotel room shared with a second person.

The whole situation made M/n uncomfortable. Not only were they in the last country he saw his father, but also they were close to one of his old hometowns. The traveling part of his childhood only made him glad that he now had no fear of flying or new places. But he, by any means, didn't miss any of the places, hometowns, let alone his past life. He gladly moved on from it, or at least tried with his therapist. Her name was Ginerva and she was an elderly woman, who had an obscene love for knitted sweaters and strawberry cheesecake. She truly was a sweet being. And helping him she did. A lot so. But still, the nightmares and the memories clawing on the back of his mind are not fully fanished yet. They probably never will. At least that's what Ginerva tells M/n all the time when he gets frustrated with his progress or more the lack of it. The truth is, he knew he wouldn't get rid of it. And he would be damned for all eternity.

Getting roughly pulled out if his thoughts, M/n looked confused at the big calloused hand that was suddenly in front of his eyes. Y/f/s was in it's palm and waited to be taken by him. ,,You looked like you needed a snack there...so I looked if the vending machine had any of your favorites. They did actually, and I got myself something too!", chirped Spencer's enthusiastic voice as he looked at M/n. Thanking him, the h/c took the snack and started slowly nibbling and chewing on it. That cought Spencer's eyes and he, unconsciously, started thinking about M/n and how he often seemed to be in thoughts, but since this case he seemed to be doing that quite more often. Why is that, though? That is a really good question. It's not like the Team never questioned the behaviour of anyone on their own Team, but even then it's only because someone had a stressful day or because a case got to theor head a little too much. With M/n it was different. They never heard him say anything about his past.

It's not uncommon to keep a few things private and to yourself. But even then the Team knew more about eachother than they knew about M/n. They just knew his age, where he grew up, how good his scores for the FBI were and that he has a small apartment with literally nothing but the necessary stuff in it. And that he was not a morning person. He told noone anything. No past school life, no past accidents, no family, nothing. It made them all eager to find out, what their colleague and good friend had to hide from them. More than one bet about M/n's past life had been put upon between the work family but neither one nor lost because there simply was no answer to what they put their bets on. It's like he was some protagonist in a book, that had the worst tragic backstory and did anything to keep it hidden from their friends.

Actually....that wasn't that far off, now that Spencer thought about it. Surely it wasn't that bad though, right?

Little Timeskip to next day

Hotch had called them all. After a sleepless night he head out first in the early morning to the police station. He went over all the facts they had, the interviews they did and the stocked files on the tables. But he seemed to be finding nothing. They didn't even had a clue what gender the unsub might be. Which could help a lot already but here they were, all summoned by their boss and now together sitting or standing in the makeshift conference room for the profilers the department provided for them. ,,The unsub killed again. This morning. Two deputies are at the crime scene and already investigating the place and body. Let’s move and see if we can figure something out, now that we have another body“, scowled Hotch before they all went to the cars to drive to their destination.

M/n sat in the driver's seat and tapped nervously against the wheel while waiting for the lights to turn green. Next to him sat JJ, who was talking to Morgan in the back seat. They were fussing about ideas and theories about their unkown suspect meanwhile M/n tried not to groan in annoyance. ,,What if there are actually two suspects? And we saw this whole thing wrong? It could be a team...maybe two teenager who got bullied and decided to stop it?", ,,Sounds possible but...for that the killings looked way to planned. And the bodies we found till now were all nearly perfectly cut open. This person must be older and already have had a lot of time to practice their cuts", M/n cut in. Morgan shook his head yes, he knew his theory wasn't that good but now after hearing what M/n had to say, it seemed as if his theory was very dumb.

,,So...we are looking for an adult? Perhaps a parent? Or a local teacher?", questioned JJ curious. The other two hummed acknowledging, but soon M/n was again deep in thoughts about his time when he was a child. He never had a teacher. Or even a school to go to. He was teacher at home by his father. Wasn't really that interesting but at least he learned a lot of things without getting disturbed by any classmates or unnecessary things like breaks. No he learned a lot and only the important stuff. No breaks between learning hours, only when his father wasn't home to do his "job" or when they were on their way to a new country, town, whatever to start a new life again.

Hotch was already standing over a piece of white cloth on the floor, most likely the dead body, at least that's what the three thought as they exit the car and walk over to the others. That's when they notice the other 7 white cloth, far away from the one Hotch and Prentiss were standing next to. ,,Shit...are those the-", ,,Other parts of this kids body? Yes. And all cut off clean like the Bastard knew exactly what he or she was doing", one of the police officers said while looking disgusted at the ground. Derek nodded and wolked over to Reid, who was looking at one of the body pieces more far away from the body than the others. M/n took a look at the body part Hotch and Prentiss were hovering over. Trying to look for some clues or something that could get them somewhere.

Carefully he pulled up the white cloth when the first thing he saw was a torso. But it wasn't the torso that caught him off guard and distraught him. It was the sigil carved into the the hip on the right side. A big triangle but with no connecting ends and in the middle were two dots and a line. Kinda looked like a smiley somehow but it wasn't exactly that. To be honest, M/n never really knew what it meant. His father never taught or told him anything about his sigils and symbols. He never talked about his job either. Only on the day cops stood infront of their house and M/n got taken into foster home care. Wandering from one family to the next till he was off age. He was a criminal, a Bastard who beat his son and never let him live a happy childhood like live. He was taught how to hide bodies and get rid of evidence without him knowing at that young age. And when he was old enough his father started doing things to him he thought would only happen in books or tv shows.

At the sight of the sigil the right sight above his hip bone started to hurt. He knew it wasn't real, wasn't fresh. It's only a faded scar now, but it still felt like it was carved into his skin just moments ago. He hadn't even noticed his trembling hands until someone took him by them and pulled him up on his feet. ,,M/n? Are you with me? Hey what's wrong? M/n?", breathed his boss cautiously. A short quick nod did the job to calm the older male for now, but he was still going to question the agent later. That is, if another person didn't beat him to it. Everyine seemed to be worried since a few days now. About M/n and his behaviour. Since they got here he just seemed to not be with them anymore. Mentally that is.

A few hours went by, they were sitting in the hotel lobby together, not going to sleep yet. They finally had some kind of profile for the unsub. They were all sure that this person was between his 45 and 50 and at least someone with a travel job. Or something like that. While they discussed all this M/n didn't mention his knowledge about the sigil once. He just sat there thinking, again, about his younger years and his father. Specifically about the day he had marked M/n with a fucking hunting knife. His side hurt again and he made a little hissing sound which caught everyone's attention. ,,You okay there kiddo?", Rossi asked concerned and put a hand on M/n's shoulder. ,,Uh yeah yeah just tired of the day. I'll head to bed now I guess...see you guys in the morning!", he blabbered in a fake happy but tired voice and stood up, on his way to the hotel room he shared with Reid.

He was walking around the house, bored out of his mind because he had no friends to see and play with and they certainly did not have enough money to get him a console to play some video games. They needed it to be able to travel fast and far if something happened again because his father was shit at keeping the cops away. His steps led him onto their little porch right before their small garden. At the end of the small grass field there was a little cabin for stuff like bikes and screws and gardening stuff. But as M/n looked closer through the yellowish old dusty windows, he saw something walking around in the cabin. Curious he walked over to the tiny house. As he got closer, the sound of hushed voices inside could be heard getting clearer and clearer. One was very deep and raspy, as if the person had smoked their whole life and the other...wasn't really what he had expected. It was his voice. Crying and yelling. Confused and slightly scared M/n took a look through the window.

Then he saw it. His father standing over him. He was cuffed to a table, his shirt gone while the older man searched for something. He quickly found it. His hunting knife. It wasn't big, but very handy. And very clean. As if M/n's father would put extra work into cleaning it just so the blade would shine and reflect his gruesome grinning face in it. ,,D-Dad just please stop please!!!", screamed the younger version of the now 25 year old man. He cried and tried to get out of the cuffs but he only hurt himself while trying to do so. M/n felt how the cuffs felt around his wrists, even though he was standing out here at the window and wasn't laying on the table right now. As if on clue, he felt the sharp tip of a blade being pressed into his flesh. Screaming he held his side and saw blood seeping through the light shirt he was wearing. He looked forward to the window again and saw how the young boy screamed and went unconscious after a while, too much pain he had to fight that he just blacket out.

With a slight jolt he woke up. Groaning he turned to the side and looked at the clock standing there on the bedside table. The first thing he noticed was the time. 05:45 in the morning. If he would fall back asleep he surely would miss the breakfast and would get late to work. So M/n decided to get up and take a walk. His thoughts didn't leave him alone. Not even as he showered and got ready, or when he saw the texts he got from Penelope. No, not even as he walked through the town and sat in a Café getting hus breakfast and waiting till it was time to go to the station. When he finally got there Hotch and the others had looked weirdly at him. First he didn't understand why. Then he saw it. The old greying man in the police station. His father. He was smirking and waving. But before he could do anything that Bastard already started talking.

,,My boy, I really hope I'm not disturbing you right now, but your old man needs a little help with his job", he taunts him with that mischievous smirk. He knew exactly that he had no job but that he killed teenagers just for the fun of it. And M/n knew it too. And it scared him, that he knew his own father could do that, did that and will keep doing it. ,,I thought you were....how the fuck did you get out of there?!", ,,Now now, no need to get so angry with me M/n. Don't scream at your father. Or do I have to remind you that nobody loves you like I do?", mocking him with the same sentence he said back when he carved that stupid sigil in his own childs body. Ain't nobody love you like I do. This is so fucked up. Hus hands started to tremble, his thoughts getting the hand of him and suddenly he couldn't speak no more. He suddenly was the little 10 year old back in the cabin again.

Hitch and the others had profiled F/n long ago. They knew he fitted perfectly into their profile and now, that they saw how M/n reacted to his own father, the words they both used. It seemed as if Spencer's theory of the protagonist with the traumatic backstory wasn't that far off at all. No it actually hit it right on the spot. M/n was a traumatized child. His childhood held anything but happy memories and that's why he never talked about it.

,,Now look at that. You can't even talk back to me now even though you play the big bad FBI agent that you surely are son right? Never told them a single thing about you huh? No wonder they seem shocked now. Wouldn't have thought you'd be such a fucking baby and crying just because of a few stupid word!", he spit those sentences with so much disgust and rage into his sons face, the younger one actually got scared and took a step back. ,,Alright that's it. F/n you come with me and we will talk about what exactly you need help with", Hotch pushed the old man away and into an interrogation room to make him confess. He was 100% sure that this was their unsub. And it only got more and more clearer when F/n started to do the exact same things their profile had told them.

After a few minutes M/n was with them again, but he was still shaking and his side hurt. It hurt with every thought of his father. Derek noticed hus wincing and whining and how he held his side so he got worried. ,,M/n did he do something? Why does your side hurt? Let me take a-", ,,No! No no it's fine don't worry it's- fuck!", M/n didn't even know why it hurt. Yeah he knew about phantom pain, but surely it wouldn't come at the exact same time his father was here, or? Well it didn't matter because in just a few seconds Morgan took a step forward and pulled his shirt uo to inspect. What he saw was sad and gruesome. Rossi and Prentiss both sucked in some air while JJ and Spencer tried to stifle their sad noises. On M/n's right side just above the hip bone you could see a big slightly dark red scar in the shape of the same sigil the last bodie had. It was M/n's father who killed those children. It was F/n who started doing the same torture on his own son when he was just a little child. It made M/n tear up again but this time, there were people who hugged him and showed him that it was okay to cry.

Oh Ginerva had to take a few free days so M/n could talk to her about a lot of things. And a lot of things he would tell her surely, but not only her. He decided it was time for his team to finally get to know him better, meanwhile his father could rot in hell.

I Hope it was to your liking and I hopefully didn't got too lost somewhere in the middle of writing! See you guys in the next post (:

#male reader #criminal minds x reader #bau x male reader #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #child abuse #abuse cw #tw death #tobbotobbs is writing

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biblicallyaccuratestiles · 7 months ago

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STILES: "Hey-yy, Scott! Scotty-boy, Scott-ster, Scott-a-roni—"

ISAAC: "Please make him stop."

SCOTT: "We both know I can't do that."

STILES: "First of all, rude. Second, I need your help. Like, right now."

SCOTT: "What?? Is everything okay?! Where—"

STILES: "I'm getting there, dude, just hold on! So, Derek gave me this thing—"

ISAAC: "Was it mono? He seems like a carrier."

STILES: (glares at Isaac) "I think I liked you better when you were too scared to sass me."

(Isaac throws his head back and cackles, while Scott shoots Stiles a horrified look)

STILES: "Anyways, he gave me this leather hangy-thing that's supposed to glow when I'm in the presence of the ghost we're hunting—"

ISAAC: "Hold on, the what?"

STILES: "I know, right? It looks like a car air-freshener but there's this weird sigil—"

SCOTT: "Wait, wait, can we go back to the ghost hunting thing real quick?"

STILES: "Me and Der are hunting a ghost, what's not clicking here?"

SCOTT: " ... we'll just circle back to it later."

#biblically accurate stiles quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #incorrect quotes #writing prompts #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #isaac lahey #derek hale #teen wolf #ghost hunting #dark humor tw #tw for implied child abuse

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butterfly22536 · 6 months ago

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In some cases jealousy is a good look

Summary: You are working on a case for the BAU about missing children in a small town. Spencer gets jealous when you run into an old fling.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem BAU Reader

Word count: 3370

You were on the plane to a new case in a small town. You felt well rested, last weekend the team didn’t have any cases. And you spent your weekend with Spencer: watching movies, reading books and ordering food. You loved spending the weekend with your best friend, you were so much alike.

Even though you had such a nice weekend, you felt the need for a thrill and drama. You never said things like that out loud, cause you knew the cases you worked at were some people's worst nightmares. Especially the families who had to deal with the trauma of losing someone they loved in the most bizarre ways.

This specific case was about kids, which was always extra sensitive. Up until now, three kids had been found drowned in a small and covered creek. The team managed to combine the recent disappearance of a 9 year old boy to the murders of three other 9 year olds. The children were murdered a year apart.

The local police force tried to solve the murders but they didn’t succeed. And because the killing had stopped then, nobody paid any attention to it anymore.

Until now, when another kid had been found drowned and one was missing. The murder and disappearance were two weeks apart. Which meant that the unsub didn’t have any control anymore, that made him even more dangerous.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked. “Yeah, I’m okay. I finally feel well rested and that has not happened for a long time” You chuckled at him. He went to sit next to you to tell him about the book he was reading. You loved discussing books with Spencer. “I loved that book, the ending made me not sleep for weeks though” You said to him.

The surprise on his face when he would find out that he had read a book that he didn’t never disappointed you. You knew that he was now determined to finish the book as fast as possible. While Spencer was reading, you closed your eyes so you could have some rest. You knew that the next few days would be intense.

When you arrived at the local police station, Hotch introduced you to the local team. They had set up a room for you to work at, they made sure to make you guys as comfortable as possible. You could imagine that in a small town like this, the fear and rumors about a murder and missing kid would spread fast. You and Spencer went to work on the geographical profile, while JJ and Prentiss talked to the families and Hotch and Rossi went to make a headstart on the profile of the killer.

“Would you like a coffee?” Spencer asked. “Yeah, that would be nice. I will walk with you, I need to get out of this office for a minute”. Both of you walk to the coffee machine. JJ and Prentiss were there already, needing a coffee after an intense conversation with the families of the murdered children. “Did you guys find out anything?” You ask JJ and Prentiss. JJ responds: “Yeah all children went to the same swimming class, in the same time period”. “So we need to find out who else was in that class and who was working there” You look at Reid and he nods.

At that moment a man walks towards you, JJ shakes his hand and is about to introduce you when it hits you. “Oh my god, Thomas? What are you doing here?” You walk up to him and give him a hug. “Y/N wow it’s nice to see you again, you made it into the FBI I see. Just like you always wanted”. You feel a big smile on your face as you let go of the embrace.

As you look at the frowned and surprised faces of JJ and Prentiss, you realize that it wasn’t very professional to hug a police officer in the middle of the station. Where everyone can see you and where everyone definitely did see what just happened, cause you get stared at from everyone around you.

He introduces himself to the rest of the team as Thomas Anderson, the head officer on the case. When Thomas leaves to talk to Hotch, JJ turns to you. “And what was that about?” She says with a grin on her face. “Long story, we went to university together and well..” “Well... what, we want to know the details. Because it seemed like you did more than just studying” Emily says laughing. “Alright alright” Just as you are about to tell the story of you and Thomas, you notice that Reid has walked away. That is weird, even for the socially awkward Reid.

You start telling the story that you and Thomas dated but when you decided to move, you broke up. “And that’s enough about me and Thomas, I don’t want to hear anything about it anymore okay?” You say as you walk away.

The rest of the day you work on the profile. JJ held a press conference, and that way you hope that you can catch the unsub. You notice that Reid has been a bit cold to you all day. You tried to talk to him about it, but he just told you he was tired and stressed. You made him a big cup of coffee and that seemed to make him happy again.

Hotch ordered the team to finish up within an hour and then take some rest at the motel. Just when you were about to finish up, Thomas pops up. He is standing close to you while he asks “How are you doing? How are your parents? How did you end up at the FBI?” “Wow, easy there asking me so many questions” You smile at him. “Yeah sorry, we just haven’t seen each other in so long”.

He stutters and scratches the back of his head. That way his bicep flexes and you catch yourself staring at him. Thomas says: “Maybe uhm you would like to have a drink and some food? And talk about what you have been doing?” “That sounds great, do you know a nice place around here?”

You grab your bag and coat and you start walking out with Thomas. You look back at Reid, standing in the office looking around. When he catches your eye, he smiles but when he notices Thomas his smile disappears. You wave at him but he just turns around to grab his bag.

You and Thomas go to the only place that is still open this late at night: a bar. You end up eating a burger and drinking a beer. You talk endlessly about everything that happened since you moved. Thomas also moved and was promoted to head officer.

It feels so comforting, sitting across from him. Like you used to do when you were studying at the university. You end up laughing and talking for what feels like hours and minutes at the same time. A few hours and a lot of beers later, you start feeling tired.

You look at the time and gasp when you see it is already one o’clock. Thomas notices you looking at your phone and says “You think it’s time to go? We have a long day ahead tomorrow.” “Yeah I think that is for the best” you say.

As you walk to his car, his hand is on your lower back guiding you. You feel yourself trembling on your legs. Maybe it is because of all the drinks you have had, or the warm big hand resting on your back. You ask Thomas to bring you back to the motel.

As he drives around town, he talks about how he loves living here and describes all the beautiful buildings. The soft music through the radio is making you relaxed. You take your shoes off and put your feet up on your seat, making you crawl into a little ball. You notice Thomas looking at you.

He stops at the motel and you search for the keys to your room, as you feel a hand on your chin. Thomas makes you look at him. “I had such a nice time Y/N. I really did, you are so beautiful” There is a short silence as you smile down and pick at your nails. You feel your cheeks get red.

When you look at him, he is asking you what you were thinking at the exact same time. “Can I kiss you?”. Without giving an answer you press your lips against his. His hands move from your neck to your hips. Your hands go through his hair.

It was an amazing kiss, soft and loving but at times hard and full of lust. You feel that you want more but you are hesitant. You and Thomas spend a long time kissing and feeling each other. You notice his hands start gliding to your boobs and then into your pants. You moan but then stop him. “I’m sorry, I really like this. But it’s not, it’s just not okay. We have a case, I don’t know. It’s late” You start rambling.

“It’s okay, I get it. You should go to sleep” Thomas says. He grabs your face and gives you one last kiss. “Goodnight Thomas, I will see you tomorrow.” “Goodnight Y/N, sleep well”.

When you lay in your bed, it is almost 3 o’clock. You set your alarm for 6 am. As your head hits the pillow you fall asleep immediately.

You wake up with an immense headache, you feel dizzy as you walk to the bathroom to get yourself ready. You splash some cold water on your face and that makes you feel a little bit better.

You figured you would get to the station as fast as possible because if you took your time, you were scared you would never arrive there. You were the first one of the BAU team to arrive. You make yourself a big cup of coffee. And a second one 10 minutes later. After fifteen minutes, you still find yourself at the coffee machine rethinking every life choice you have ever made.

As Emily walks in, she gives you a worried look. “Y/N Are you okay? You look very tired, didn’t you sleep last night?” “I did, I’m fine honestly” You say while rubbing your forehead hoping the headache will go away.

Spencer walks in and immediately goes towards the coffee machine. “Do any of you want a coffee?” “No thanks Spencer, I have already had enough coffee for the rest of the day” Spencer and Emily look at each other, something is definitely going on with you.

Then Thomas walks in, with a big coffee cup in his hands, he greets you all. He looks at you very shortly, as you both turn red and quickly look away. Emily looks at you and says: “Now I get why you are tired Y/N. You and Thomas had a fun night?” JJ joins as she hears your and Thomas’s name in the same sentence. “Don’t profile me or him, Emily. Nothing is going on really” You do not dare to look her in the eyes, because you know she will see that you are lying. You walk away to work on catching the unsub.

A few hours later as your team is in a room working on catching the profile, you hear someone shouting. Everyone looks up to see what’s going on. You see a blonde woman screaming: “Where is he? Where the fuck is he? Thomas, where are you?”.

A cop walks towards her as Hotch is opening the door from the office where you are sitting, to hear what is going on. The cop is asking the woman: “Who are you? Who are you looking for?” “I’m looking for Thomas, I’m his wife”.

When she says the words, your mouth falls open and you turn bright red. You feel so embarrassed. You look at Emily and she looks right at you with a shocked face. “He was home very late last night and I want to know who the fuck he was with”. You are even more shocked and before you know it, you walk past Hotch saying to him that you will take care of this.

The whole team looks at each other and gets up to see what is going to happen. You walk right up to the woman and say you will guide her to the office of head officer Anderson. As you stand in front of his office, you say “Just wait here, okay?” “And who are you to tell me I can’t go into my husband's office?” “Just trust me please, stay here and listen”. You say to her, with a sad but sincere expression on your face.

You feel terrible for kissing her husband, and for him to use you like that. You feel terrible for what you are about to do, and with that you knock and walk into the office of Thomas, leaving the door slightly open.

When he sees you walk in, a smile appears on his face. “Hey Y/N, it’s so nice to see you again. You look beautiful” He winks while he says “Did you manage to catch any sleep tonight?” “Yeah yeah I’m okay, how are you?” You say trying to avoid looking at him. He starts walking towards you, wanting to place his hand on your hips. “I feel great, can’t stop thinking about last night”.

You feel yourself getting angry but you try to hold your emotions in. “I just wanted to let you know that your wife..." you wait for a few seconds while you see the smile leave his face. “is looking for you” You continue without any mercy. “She is just outside, so I will let her in. Have a nice talk”. You walk away signing to his wife that she can go in. From the shock and sadness on her face you know that she has heard the conversation and knows what is going on.

While you walk back to the room your team is in, you mumble to yourself “fucking asshole, he has a wife. I should have known”. You sit down as everyone looks at you. Emily wants to ask you a question but Hotch interrupts and says “We have to get back to the case”.

You can’t focus on what he says from that moment on. All you can think about is what is happening in the office of Thomas right now. You feel terrible.

Spencer looks at you with a genuine look on his face, he smiles and mouths the words: “are you okay”. You smile at him and nod, feeling a little bit better that you have such an amazing friend who can just read you like no one else can.

You feel guilty, towards Thomas’s wife but also towards Spencer. You don’t really know why but you never discuss your love life with each other even though you talk about everything. You feel like you have let him down by hooking up with Thomas, the biggest douchebag ever.

You get disrupted from your deep thoughts by the sound of a slamming door. You look up to see Thomas standing right next to you. “AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, DOING THAT TO ME” he screams to you.

You stand right up looking him right in his face, feeling so angry. “YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CHEATED ON YOUR FUCKING WIFE. DON’T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN SHE FINDS OUT” you scream back. You fucking bitch, he murmers.

“What did you just call me?” You get up into his face, wanting to slap him. But you don’t. “YOU FUCKING BITCH” he screams as he pushes your shoulder.

At that moment everyone gets up to stop him. But Spencer is the first one to actually react. He pushes Thomas so hard he stumbles against the wall behind him. You look at Spencer in shock, he looks so angry, so worried but so hot at the same time.

Thomas smiles “Oh, so you are gonna let your little boyfriend clean up your dirty work. Well let me tell you something” He looks at Spencer and walks up to him. “She for sure wasn’t thinking about you last night..” He pauses and says “when she was grinding up on me like a horny slut”.

Before you can even react Spencer has smacked him in his face. “Don’t you fucking ever talk about her like that!” Spencer says, he doesn’t scream but that tone is something you have never heard from him before. He talks with such a serious note that you are afraid he will actually smack him again.

Before anything can get more out of hand, like it didn’t already. Hotch stands up and grabs Thomas by his arm, out of the office.

Everyone stands still for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. Spencer stands in front of you, grabbing your face for you to look up to him. “Are you okay?” He asks with the sweetest voice.

You feel the tears in your eyes but you don’t want to cry. “I’m okay” you say with a trembling voice. “He is just, it’s not fair. "I didn't.." You take a breath “We kissed but I didn’t act like a.. like he said” “I know, we all know, it’s okay” Spencer whispers to say as he gives you a hug.

That hug was all you needed to feel calm again. You take a deep breath. Emily, JJ, Morgan and Rossi all look at you.

Morgan says “What a dick, he isn’t worth your tears baby girl” as he wipes the tears falling from your face. “I didn’t know you could hit like that” He says to Spencer. “Got me a little scared not to mess with you again” Everyone laughs. You smile at Spencer “Thanks for standing up for me” “Of course Y/N”

Hotch walks in with a serious face, “Y/N and Reid come with me please”. You walk with him until he tells you to sit down. “I know I don’t have to mention to you how unprofessional this was. We are here to help, not to cause anymore troubles”. You look down and feel guilty again. What if you get fired because of this? Or worse, what if Spencer gets fired.

“With that said” Hotch begins. “Officer Anderson has been taking on this case as of right now. He is under strict supervision. Apparently this is not the first time he has misbehaved towards women. I just talked to his supervisor. You can file a complaint to him, but when you do he will most likely file an against Reid for assault”.

“That’s not fair. We have to report him” Spencer says. Without a doubt you say: “It’s okay Spencer, I won’t file a complaint. I don’t want to get Spencer in trouble for standing up for me. I just want to forget about this honestly”. “Alright, it is settled then. You both can go” Hotch concludes.

That night you can’t sleep. Not because of what happened with Thomas. But mostly because of Reid. You can’t stop thinking about his strong arms when he protected you, his mad and passionate face, the hug, the whisper in your ear. You don’t want to but you can’t deny it anymore: thinking about Reid makes you feel so warm, flustered, horny but most importantly so loved, so comfortable and so safe.

On the other side of the wall there is someone who can’t sleep either. Spencer can’t stop thinking about the hug, your sad eyes when you thanked him, your hands around his neck.

But also how hot you looked standing up to that man who treated you like shit. He wanted to protect you for the rest of his life even though you could stand up for yourself. He wanted to show you that there are good men in the world, men who care, men who don’t cheat, men who are romantic and men that love you. He could only hope that one day you would finally see him as the man for you.

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