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yuulina-vre · 3 years ago

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Summary: Y/N has a bad feeling and she's right to have it.

Episode: 4x24 - Amplification

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word count: 4430 words

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She sits on her couch, arms crossed, just as her legs and pout on her face, staring at the black screen of her TV. It’s like a mirror, showing her pouting self. While she stares at her reflection, she listens intently to the rustling of Spencer upstairs. He’s late for work after spending the night at her house again. Unintentionally. They just hit their seventh month of dating and though they didn’t celebrate it was some kind of special. It felt special. They had eaten all the delicious food that they could order and watched as many seasons of Doctor Who as they could until they fell asleep, without setting an alarm for Spencer to get up, of course. When Spencer needed to leave for work it never was a problem. Parting wasn’t always easy since they never knew if it would only be an office day or if they get called out. Ow long they would be away is always a surprise. Not seeing him for days feels unreal to her after seeing him almost every day but it’s nothing either of them can control. Sometimes, though, she has a bad feeling when he leaves. Most of the time it’s just an unintentional knowing that he gets called away and sometimes it happens to lapse with one of the team get hurt on the job. This time it feels different though and Spencer isn’t really listening to her. “Y/N?” Spencer calls from the stairs but she stays stubborn and silent, listening to her boyfriend as stumps down the stairs, duffle, and satchel in hand no doubt. His footsteps are heavier than usual, giving him away. “Y/N?” She huffs out a breath at the repeated call, her resolve leaving her. She doesn’t want him to leave while she’s angry or annoyed. She always thinks about the scenario in which she fought with spencer and he has to leave before they could makeup and something happened to him. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself so she tries to avoid these scenarios by making up before he leaves. Even if it’s a tough thing to do. “Yeah?” She turns on the couch to look through the living room as the blonde man enters, bag and satchel in hand. He still wears the same frown on his face that he got after she told him of her feeling. It’s not like he hadn’t believed her but he had shoved it onto the dream she had earlier that night and told him about. She had dreamed of dead bodies in a dark room, of the smell of fire and smoke ad blood. The bodies weren’t any bodies she didn’t know but the BAU’s bodies. They all were there on the ground with Spencer being the closest. His eyes had been opened and the look he had in them… She had woken in sweat around four in the morning, glad that she hadn’t woken Spencer but the feeling of dread and fear stuck and is still very present. “It’ll be alright.” He walks up to her, bending over the back of the couch, and places a soft kiss on her forehead. Seven months of dating and saying goodbye, seeing him leave, doesn’t get any easier. She sighs again, sadly looking at the floor. “Hey.” She can hear Spencer’s worry through his voice but she doesn’t dare to look at him. The floors pattern is suddenly very interesting. At least until Spencer sits down beside her, shoes appearing in her field of view. He turns his body to face her batter and gently takes both of her hands in his. “Look at me. Please.” Sighing seems all she does today because another one slips past her lips as she looks up to face him. “It will be alright. I’ll be careful and you can always call JJ or Derek to make sure they keep an eye on me; you know that. Can you stop with that sad look now? It makes me sad, too.” How unfair of bringing up that she’s able to make him sad with just a look, she wants him to be happy. He lifts one of his hands up to cup her face gently, thumb stroking over her cheekbone. The gesture usually provokes a smile from her but this time it doesn’t. Instead, she shakes her head sadly. “I have a bad feeling, Spence, and it won’t leave me. Somethings going wrong today. I’d rather you stay home.” Spencer frowns again and pulls her against his chest, his arms slinging around her to hold her close. His lips instantly find her temple

and he starts rocking them for a moment, while she’s listening to his steady heartbeat. “What can I do?”

“Stay.”

“Besides that,…” Turning her face to hide in his shoulder, her fingers find their way into his dark purple button-up, one hand fumbling with his matching tie. They sit in silence until his phone starts ringing with an impatient tone that indicates he has to leave now. “I need to…” He trails off but she nods. She knows he needs to go. Somewhere is someone who needs his brain to save lives. “I know, just…” Her hand tightens in the fabric of his shirt. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful and don’t die. That you’re coming home.”

“Of course.” He smiles but his eyes flicker back to the phone in his bag. “I love you and I call you at lunch, okay?” She nods, tightening her grip for the last time before she lets go entirely and lets him get up. He waits for her to follow but she doesn’t. She can’t say goodbye at the door, not this time with this feeling lingering around. And he understands it. He knows that it’s hard for her from time to time and he isn’t one to force or pressure her. He gifts her a last smile before he grabs his bags, places another kiss on her lips, loaded with promises and love, lingering, and then he’s gone, leaving her sitting miserably on the couch. She is tempted to grab her phone and ring the hell out of the team, to make them promise to keep Spencer safe. She doesn’t though. She’s not one to hover, at least she tries not to be. Instead of worrying, she decides a walk in the park nearby would be a great distraction, maybe even able to get the feeling off her back. She lifts herself from the couch picks up the few books that Spencer left on the coffee table two days ago and shoves them back in the bookshelves on her way to the stairs. It’s funny how she brought this brownstone from her inheritance of her grandma two months ago and suddenly some of his stuff migrated to her place. She’s not one to complain though. At some point, she’s going to ask him if he wants to move in. He’s over more than in his own apartment anyway. Her hands glide over the backs of the books before she walks into the hall, takes the stairs up, and enters her bedroom. Funnily it smells like Spencer, probably because he used her bathroom again and left the door open, though, she’s not complaining. It is some sort of comfort after all. She brushes her hair and teeth, uses the toilet and gets dressed, then makes her way back down to the kitchen this time to pick up her shopping list for the grocery store. It is warm outside despite the early hours, so walking through the park is already a small hassle with so many people around. Her walk is cut short, though, after stumbling and twisting her ankle. “Damn it!” She limps over to the closest bench, shoves her shoe and sock from her foot to massage her hurting ankle. It doesn’t turn blue right away so she was lucky enough she guesses. She leans her head back staring at the leaves over her head and listens to the sounds around her. She can hear birds chirping, kids shouting people laughing and dogs barking. She stays for a few more minutes before she puts her sock and shoe back on, and leaves the park. Her foot still hurt but she thinks it's manageable and she could still get all the stuff from the store she needs before she heads home. Her bad feeling is still lingering so the park visit did nothing for that. She decided to check in on spencer on her way. She shoots him a few texts, telling him of her pathetic fall, then takes a cart to load it with all the stuff she needs to stress bake and the other stuff that she needs. She’s halfway through the store as she notices that there’s still no reply. Spencer usually shoots at least a small worried text back or something but fifteen minutes after there’s still nothing. She debates on calling someone but then again… hovering. Spencer probably would laugh at her for worrying over him which causes her to call JJ instead. She’s not in the mood for his teasing. It rings a few times as she makes her way to the area with the baking stuff until she picks it up. “Hello?”

“JJ. Here, eh, here is Y/N.”

“Oh, hi.” Something’s off with her voice and Y/N wants to ask what’s wrong, though, she knows she probably won’t tell her. The feeling grows a bit more. “Everything alright?”

“Eh, yeah, yeah. I… Is… I just wanted to ask how Spence is doing…” Wow. She doesn’t only feel pathetic she sounds like it, too. Closing her eyes and cursing herself she almost misses JJ’s reply. “Didn’t you call him?”

“I… no. I don’t want him to feel like I’m hovering but I have had this bad feeling since this morning so… I thought I’d just ask you.” There’s a silence on the other line that increases her worry. “JJ? He is alright, isn’t he?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sorry. We’re just… there’s a lot going right now.” Her voice is oddly rushed, panicked even and Y/N has the feeling there’ more to the story than she’s telling. “Yeah of course. Can you… Can you tell him I said hi?”

“Sure.” Y/N nods to herself at JJ’s words loading her cart with flour and sugar. The feeling of wrongness is not leaving her at all, instead, the call made it worse. She should probably not call anyone again if she wants to keep sane. She’s about to say goodbye as JJ calls her again. “Y/N! Can you- You knows this cake you made a few months ago? The big one with all the sweets?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Can you do one for me, possibly for tomorrow?” Surprised she looks around for the sweets aisle. “Erm, yeah, I’m already in the store but-”

“I know it takes a long while but I told Will about it and he’s all hyped so…” Y/N’s not a profiler but this time she knows that JJ is lying. “Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Yes, just, please.” Something unspoken lies in her voice, something she can’t tell Y/N and whatever it is, JJ seems to want her to stay inside. To bake the cake and decorate it later… took almost four hours last time. “Okay. Alright.” Nodding to herself she decides to not ask any further questions that might get JJ into trouble so she hangs up after a brief goodbye. She’s quick to get the remaining things she needs and check out to head home. What the hell is going on? Arriving home, she curses herself again. Her foot is some kind of throbbing shoe she walks to the kitchen, shoving her bags onto the counter to pick up a cooling aid from the fridge, and sits at the table to tend to her hurting limb.

Throughout the day she busies herself with baking the cake, cleaning, cooling her foot, calling her mom, decorating the cake, cooling her foot, stress baking cupcakes, and cooling her foot once again. All the while she feels bad, knowing something is off and it bothers the hell out of her.

Now she sits on the couch, cooling aid on her foot and a new episode of Doctor Who running while worrying herself into a deep anxious state. Spencer still hasn’t replied to any of her texts, she hasn’t heard anything from the team at all and the bad feeling had increased so much that she thinks she’s getting a stomach ulcer. Her phone is constantly picked up from the couch before she tosses it back, picking it back up again and repeats it all over. It’s just after lunch that she dials another number since Spencer still hasn’t checked in like promised. “Hello, wondrous creature.”

“Hey, Penelope.” Her own voice sounds a little defeated to her own ears, so it’s no wonder that the blonde picks up on it instantly. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just… I don’t know. I have had a bad feeling since this morning and it won’t go away. Spencer not replying to my texts and calling like promised adds to my anxiety. Thought I call you. You always manage to cheer everyone up.”

“Oh, sweetie.” Garcia’s voice doesn’t sound as chipper as ít normally does but Y/N is tired of interpreting bad signs into things, so she tries to just take it in as it comes. “You know I- hold on. Oh!”

“What?”

“Reid’s calling.”

“Oh. I can hang up…”

“No, just... just stay in line. Might be good to hear his voice just be quiet, yeah?” Y/N is fairly sure that Penelope isn’t allowed to do such a thing but she doesn’t care. “Okay.” She smiles a little. Penelope really knows how to cheer her up. Hearing Spencer’s voice over the phone without him knowing is probably the best choice. It reduces her anxiety to probably a minimum and she can confirm to herself that he’s alright. “Hey, Reid.” Penelope’s voice sounds a little sad as she takes the call and Y/N wonders briefly if the case they’re working on is that bad that even she is tugged down by it. “Reid? Wow, no, eh… No witty Garcia greeting for me?” Garcia sighs sadly. “I can’t be my sparkly self when you are where you are.” What’s that supposed to mean? Is he at a bad place? A bad situation or is the case in general bad? “Garcia, do you think you can do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“I... I know I can’t call Y/N without worrying her to the ground or my mom without…” He clears his throat and Y/N can hear that his voice is worried and sad. But there’s something to it that she can’t name and she doesn’t like it. “Without alerting everyone at her hospital.”

“What do you need?”

“I, ah... I need you to record a message for them in case anything happens to me.” What’s he saying? Y/N’s lower lip instantly finds its way between her teeth as she sinks down into the couch. Her hands are cold but clammy, her heartbeat is faster than before and tears cling to the brim of her eyes. Something is definitely wrong. “Oh, nothing’s gonna happen to you. You’re gonna brilliantly find out who did this, and we’re going to treat this strain.” Sometimes Y/N loves Penelope for not actually saying what’s wrong but her cryptic wording right now doesn’t make her feel any better. She can hear Spencer sigh over the phone, chuckling without really being humored. “I hope you’re right, but if you’re not, I just… I really want to make sure that they both hear my voice.”

“Okay. Just give me a second.” Penelope’s voice is sad and for a short time, she doesn’t say anything until she calls her. “Y/N? still there?”

“Yeah…” Her voice is silent and for a moment she thinks Garcia didn’t hear her but then she answers. “Do you want to stay on the line? I think it would be better if you-”

“I’ll stay, Penelope. Please.” At this point, she just wants to know what’s wrong, what’s going on. Make sure Spencer’s alright and coming home to her in one piece. “Okay.” She can hear in Garcia’s voice that she’s not happy with Y/N’s choice, so she doesn’t say anything else. “Are you ready?” His voice filters back in and though he hasn’t said anything that got recorded till now, Y/N can feel the tears starting to fall already. “Ready.”

“Hi, mom. Hey Y/N, this is Spencer. I just…I just really want you to know that I love you. And I…” Y/N can hear the thickness of his voice, knows that he’s close to tears. His voice breaks a little and he has to clear his throat before he continues. “I need you both to know that I spent every day of my life proud to be your son. And that I’m the one you picked as your boyfriend, Y/N.” He’s silent for so long that Garcia calls his name to make sure he’s still there. “I gotta go.” And just like that the call on his side disconnects, leaving both, Y/N and Penelope in the line, silently crying. “Pen?”

“Yeah.”

“What was that? What’s happening to him?”

“I-I can’t-“

“Don’t say you can’t tell me!” She almost shouts but it’s broken by a sob. “Please. I already heard more than I should. What’s happening out there?” More silence on the line, a stifled sob, and the sound of her blowing her nose. Then she replies. “There was an anthrax attack at a local park. We’re trying to figure out who did this and… everybody got a pill to stay safe but the anthrax that’s been used is modified, so we have no idea if it’s working. Reid…” She pauses a bit before clearing her own throat and continues. “Reid’s been exposed to it and they… they bring him to the hospital now because it looks like he’s showing signs of…”

“Is he… will he be alright?”

“...We don’t know.” The next few minutes are spent in silence until Penelope suddenly says goodbye because of another incoming call. Suddenly, Y/N finds herself alone in her big house in a big city, crying over something she doesn’t really know the whole plan of, only that, maybe, her boyfriend got poisoned and could… she doesn’t let herself think that. She can’t think that. He promised her he’d be safe, that he’d come home and she will hold him to that. There’s no way he’s not coming home.

Twenty agonizing slow minutes. That’s how long it takes for her phone to chime again and rip her out of the dark corner she pushed her mind into. Without looking she takes the call. “Penny?”

“No, pretty girl. It’s Derek.”

“Hey…”

“I figure you heard?”

“I- yeah. How is he? Tell me he’s alright, Derek, please.” The silence on the other end is deafening. Y/N closes her eyes, feeling a new wave of tears spilling over. “Penelope said he’s getting worse. He had respiratory distress and needed to go on ventilation. Listen Y/N, I know I can’t ask that of you but... We can’t leave here and as much as I would love to spare you from that, could you… Could you go to the hospital and stay with him? I talked to his doctor and she said it’s safe so far and I… We don’t want him to be alone in case-”

“Yeah. I’ll go.”

“I promise you, Y/N, we’ll find that asshole, and I beat him up myself if something happens to the kid. He’s not getting away with this.” She’s not the one telling him that it doesn’t make her feel any better. She knows he’s more promising it to himself, to give himself something to fight for than to reassure her. She breaths deeply for a few minutes, promising Derek to keep them updated. After hanging up she sighs and hides her face in her hands, letting the tears and sobs out. Her chest and head hurt… Her heart hurts. She had this feeling but this! This is worse. This is so close to the dream she had. She doesn’t want to lose him and yet he’s lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines and fighting for his life which, as far as she knows, won’t save him without a cure. She lets herself wallow in her grief before she gets a grip on herself. She needs to be strong. As long as he’s not dead there’s hope and she wants to hold onto that. She hurries up the stairs, wincing a little as her foot still hurts but she ignores it in favor of packing a back with spare clothes for Spence before she runs back down, slipping into her shoes, and picks up the keys to Spencer’s old car since he took the subway this morning. She wants to drive as fast as she can, ignore the stoplights and everything else but a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminds her that she’s no help to Spencer or the team if she gets either arrested or lands herself in the hospital. So, she takes the agonizingly slow route through the traffic until she finally reaches the hospital. Thankfully there’s no hassle for her to get on the designed floor. Security doesn’t stop her and she’s quickly greeted by Dr. Kimura. She gets her to his room and now it's all a big wait. She was prepared for him to look bad but still. He’s so pale and the way he’s lying there… It almost looks like he’s already dead, only the heart monitor shows her that he’s not. She lets the bag fall to the floor next to the door and pulls a chair up to the bed, gripping Spencer’s hand tightly and ignoring the biting cold it provides. It’s funny how at these moments you notice things you haven’t noticed before, despite being with the person almost every day. His hair had grown pretty long now, almost reaching his shoulders. He looks thinner than usual and Y/N makes a promise to feed him more heavy foods in the future to keep up with the constant stress and long hours. That is if… she shakes her head to get rid of the thoughts and as she looks out the door to the hurrying nurses and doctors she thinks to herself that this will be a long wait indeed.

A few hours later, after Y/N had been ushered out of the room and let back in she registers a figure at the door. At first, she thought she imagined it. It would have been a possibility, she had cried a lot today, her eyes are puffy and red and her head is almost slitting into two, but the figure moves grabs a chair, and pulls it up to Spencer’s bed as well. “How’s he?”

“Getting better. Thank god.” Derek nods to her and grabs the small cup of Jell-O from the bed tray. “You know he loves these?”

“He’ll be mad if you eat it.” Y/N feels like it’s the first time that she smiles in a while as Derek raises an eyebrow and rips the top off. “He can be as mad as he wants when he wakes up.” She shakes her head at the man and leans back in her chair, holding onto the warming hand and closing her eyes. Only for a moment. She’s so tired from crying and worrying. “Are you eating Jell-O?”

“Hmm.” Derek’s head turns to the voice and Y/N snaps out of her half-asleep state. She sits up straight, relive flooding her instantly and tears start pricking in her eyes again. There shouldn’t be more tears left, damn it! Derek smiles at Spencer’s sleepy state before he turns to the door. “Hey, kid. Hey, Doc. Look who’s back.”

“Is there any more Jell-O?” Instantly Y/N starts giggling while grabbing his hand, alighting a small smile from the sick man himself. “Hey, not so fast.” Dr. Kimura walks in, smiling and crossing her arms as she stops at the foot of his bed. “What happened?”

“You’re gonna be all right, kid.” Morgan stands up from his chair, nodding at him. “And we got Brown. It’s over.”

“How’s Abby?”

“She’s on the mend. So are the three others. You were right about where to look for his cure.” A relieved smile plays on Spencer’s face, his hand tightening around Y/N’s until a look of confusion appears on his face. “Why was Dr. Nicholas making anthrax in the first place?”

“He was a brilliant scientist downgraded to work on the flu. Brown comes along asking for help with his thesis…”

“He was probably more than happy to share his knowledge,” Spencer concludes. “There was no indication that Nichols had any idea what Brown was planning.” Derek continues and Dr. Kimura chimes right in. “His strain and its cure are getting locked up in containment at Fort Detrick. With all the other bio-agents people don’t know about.” She throws a knowing look in Y/N’s direction but her focus lies more on Spencer and his returning color than the conversation. Derek chuckles dryly. “Really? What else do they have locked up in there?” He’s not getting an answer, though, he doesn’t wait for one anyway. “Glad you’re back kid. I’m gonna tell the others.” He leaves with a smile taking the doctor with him. Suddenly Y/N is painfully aware that they both are alone now. She scoots a bit closer to the edge of her chair, clutching his hand in both of hers. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You’re not allowed to leave again when I have a bad feeling, you hear me?” Spencer chuckles and nods, closing his eyes. “I’m okay with that.” Y/N smiles at him, letting go with one hand to card it through his long hair. “Get some sleep.”

“But I want Jell-O.” It sounds like a tired whine, a weak excuse to stay awake and they both know that. “We have all the Jell-O you want at home, Spence. And I made a lot of baked stuff to eat, so you need your sleep.”

“You staying?”

“’ Course I do.” She stands up a bit to lean over him, pressing her lips to his forehead as he slowly drifts back off. She would wait at his bed for another week if that means he’s alright. That’s all that counts. He’s alright.

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loserholland · 5 years ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

Pairing ➺ Spencer Reid x SSA!Reader

Warning ➺ None really, just flashbacks to episodes from season 7

Word Count ➺ 6,408

Summary ➺ When the Reader needs a date to her sister’s wedding, Spencer volunteers to be her date.

A/N ➺ Please enjoy! Maybe I’ll do a part two, who knows! But the bold text are the readers thoughts (:

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @taronxfiction @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine@spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou @babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland@zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker@jackiehollanderr @caro0512 @thewinchesterchronicles @cporter003@kisses-holland @spideysnugget @cryszus @sunflowerharrystyles@peterunderoos @jessybellsworld @spider-mendes @ohbabycal

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“Shots!”

Garcia shouted as she placed a the tray onto the table of the booth, it had been one hell of a long week and they finally had a free night. And with a free night meant head to the local bar make it one hell of a night.

Everyone reached for a shot glass whereas Reid raised his glass of Arnold Palmer.

The bar was slightly packed, mostly by FBI agents, the sound of music plus the amount of chatter in the club brought a smile to everyone’s faces. It’s been a while since they had gone to the bar as a team.

The booth was filled with laughter, the team had been talking about anything and everything, passing around jokes about one another.

Originally it was supposed to be a girls night, but the boys had begged that they allow we allow them to join. Well Rossi and Morgan were the ones who pleaded and insisted on dragging Reid and Hotch along.

(Y/N) felt her phone vibrate causing her to bring it out of her pocket wondering who was texting her at this time.

𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

She groaned loudly reaching for another shot placing her phone face down on the table. Morgan raised his brows lightly noticing her sudden mood change.

“What’s up with you (Y/L/N)?”

(Y/N) leaned back into the booth drawing out a long sigh before answering “Nothing, my sister was just asking who’s my date to her wedding which is next week.”��

Rossi chuckled lightly before asking, “Who’s the lucky fellow?”

Yeah that’s the thing

There was no lucky fellow.

“Funny story..”

The team had just gotten back from Atlantic city. It was one of those cases where Hotch had given the team a long weekend off.

(Y/N) sighed lightly opening the door to her apartment kicking her boots off as she entered and locking the door behind her. Shrugging her coat off and placing it on the coat rack, she walked over to the kitchen placing the stacks of mail she had gotten before coming upstairs.

After one hell of a week, she opened a new bottle of red wine and poured it into a glass before heading into her room for a nice hot bath.Once she was done relaxing she headed back into the kitchen, sorting through her mail till she stumbled upon a wedding invitation.

𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁 (𝗬/𝗟/𝗡)

“𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴”

“𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴”

“Are you bringing a date?” (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she read the options to check off, of course only Scarlet would want to include that.

Not, number attending but are you bringing a date. Letting out a deep sigh her eyes gaze over to the pictures scattered over the fridge. (Y/N) was the second oldest of four siblings. She was the one out of four siblings to not be:

One- Married

Two-Soon to be married

and Three

Recently engaged.

Without thinking, she grabbed a pen and checked off to where we are now.

Morgan bursted into a fit of laugher before saying in between breathes “So, what I’m hearing is you don’t have a date?”

She glared at Morgan sticking her tongue out at him like a five year old child. It was already bad enough that every time she goes home to visit her family will ask: “Found anyone special?”

“Yeah, I don’t.”

It was a simple mistake, and well that simple mistake left her with no date. The last thing she wanted was to text her sister, “I actually have no date lmao.” because if that were to happen bridezilla would make quite the show. And she’d also never hear the end of that. Now, she has a week to find a date. That can’t be that hard right? Just who?

Morgan could barley catch his breath, (Y/N) kicked his ankle in annoyance “It’s not funny Derek! All I hear from my aunts are, oh you’ll find someone sweetie or you’re getting order you’ll find someone soon enough!” she leaned her head against the wall continuing to glare at Morgan.

“I could be your date.” Spencer spoke up trying to ease the tension that filled the booth.

Emily used her foot to nudge (Y/N) leg, she glared at the woman sitting across from her who wore an amused smile. (Y/N) glanced over at Penelope and JJ who also had the same expression on their face.

His brows furrowed, he didn’t see anything wrong with what he offered so- why was everyone staring?

“What? I-It was a suggestion.. that’s all.” His nose crinkled as he spoke pressing his lips into a thin line focusing his attention to the table in front of him.

Spencer may have an IQ of 187, and (Y/N) may be the youngest and second smartest of the team. These two are blind. Literally blind. It was quite obvious that boy wonder and miss.young and beautiful (well said from the one and only Penelope Garcia) have feelings for one another.

If there was someone who can talk Spencer down, to get him to bring his walls down, it was (Y/N). Just a few months ago when everyone found out that Emily was in fact alive and not dead, everyone was happy that she was alive but that also came with being questioned by the Senate Committee for our retaliatory action.

But before Emily had came back everyone was dealing with her death differently.

There are five stages of grief:

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

Acceptance

With those five stages, everyone deals with their emotions differently. (Y/N) and Garcia did as much as they could to honor Emily’s name. Whereas Morgan felt guilty, telling himself he if he were there a second early he could’ve saved her. Spencer took it the hardest, he had gone to JJ’s house crying for almost 10 weeks.

Now with Emily back, the team felt back to normal. Well, some what back to normal. We had been called to Oklahoma, and it wouldn’t be a lie to say Spencer was not Spencer adding into the conversation or throwing in "Did you know.. facts”

He was quiet, distant.

“It’s too late alright!”

“Reid?” Emily spoke only watching as walked away.

(Y/N) looked at Hotch before saying “I’ll go talk to him.” giving her a nod of approval she grabbed one of the car keys and headed out towards Spencer.

Running out she watched as he continued to walk away, “Spencer!” she shouted yet no response.

“Spencer Walter Reid!”

Nothing

“Reid!”

The nearly 6’1 genius continued to walk away ignoring your calls.

“Hey loverboy! I am talking to you! You know I don’t like being ignored!”

Spencer stopped in his tracks throwing his head back lightly “I don’t want to talk.” he spoke without turning around.

The heels of her boots clicked against the sidewalk once she was next to him she linked her arm with his pulling him towards one of the SUVS.

“Who said I wanted to talk? What if I wanted to get some coffee.”

Luckily there was a coffee shop that was a few blocks down the road, the car ride was silent- comfortable silence. (Y/N) never pushed Spencer to talk, she waited patiently for him to bring it up on his own.

In which, he did.

“I cried.. for ten weeks (Y/N).. ten weeks back to back.”

His voice barley above a whisper.

(Y/N) brought her right hand forward taking ahold of his left giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Spencer, Hotch and JJ kept Emily safe. The less people knew that Emily was alive, the better because Doyle was still out there. If he found out Emily was still alive, he would’ve gone after not only Emily but the rest of the team as well. Trust me, it’s odd to have Emily back I mean we ‘buried’ her for christ sakes. But she’s here, with us again. Not six feet. under. I can’t speak for JJ but, I know she never meant to intentionally hurt your feelings or make you feel vulnerable. We were bound to find out sooner or later Spence.”

Truth be told, (Y/N) hated seeing Spencer sad and angry. Something she never saw all that often but knew him being sad made her feel sad.

They had spent an hour an a half in the coffee shop, now they were walking back into the station. Slowly Spencer had opened up more, she let him go uninterrupted allowing him to speak as she listened.

“Thank you by the way.”

(Y/N) smiled nudging him with her elbow, “Anytime loverboy.”

"Look at pretty boy go!” Morgan chuckled raising his enclosed fist towards Spencer who awkwardly fist bumped him back. She watched as he pursed his lip his gaze fixed on his drink avoiding eye contact with the rest of the team and especially (Y/N).

Hotch sighed lightly glancing at his phone before giving Rossi a nod, “I better get going, I don’t want Jessica to stay too late. Have a nice weekend guys, I don’t want to see any of you at the office.”

It was just fifteen minutes past eleven and everyone was ready to head home and call it a night. Stepping out of the nearly now packed bar greeted by the cool air of Washington D.C. They had bid their goodbyes and headed to their cars.

All she could think about was what Spencer had said, “I could be your date.” I mean, there is no problem with him being her date right? Beside the fact that you have a huge fat third grade crush on boy genius.

Once she got home she kicked off her boots padding over to the kitchen for a glass of water placing her belongings on her couch. A loud ding echoed throughout her apartment, it may be her sister again wondering who her date is.

Grabbing her phone out of her purse the notification flashed across the screen:

A message from Scarlet. Swiping her thumb across the screen unlocking her phone to read the message.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦?

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭?

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?

𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

𝘗𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦!

“Love you too whore.” (Y/N) mumbled placing her phone onto the coffee table walking away to her room to get changed. Another loud ding caught her attention, “I thought she was going to sleep?” (Y/N) thought to herself.

Instead it was a message from Emily.

𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦!!

Plopping herself onto her couch running her fingers through her hair.

He’s awake right? I mean it’s only twelve-fifteen? She held her phone in her hand tapping it lightly against her thigh contemplating whether or not to call him.

“Just call him.” she mumbled to herself

Her family didn’t have any problems with Spencer. The one thing she’ll never forget is when he had told you father "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." The look on your fathers face was priceless.

Besides that her family had no problems with Spencer. They just describe him as being bit awkward and rambles on about well anything. It’s almost been four years since she joined the BAU. She was lucky enough to join at the age of twenty-three. And she’s been with them ever since.

When (Y/N) first joined the team Jason Gideon had just recently retired and David Rossi had returned voluntarily. You know that new kid feeling? New school, fresh faces, no friends? Yeah, that was the was her current feeling.

(Y/N) had barley gotten any sleep the night before. She felt anxious, tossing and turning the almost the entire night only to get about three hours of sleep. She had gotten up thirty minutes before her alarm, and had gotten there thirty minutes early.

Now she was currently sitting in SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office. You’ve heard many amazing things about his team, they are truly one of the best. Brushing her hands against her skirt for what felt like the hundredth time.

Pull yourself together, there’s nothing to be worried about.

“Agent (Y/L/N), would you like to meet the team?” Hotch spoke, (Y/N) turned her attention to the door giving him a nod of approval. Standing from her seat she followed him into the conference room.

“You’ll be fine.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Sorry, I’m just extremely nervous.” he smiled lightly opening the door to the conference room, the only person she knew was David Rossi, the BAU wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Gideon and Rossi.

“SSA (Y/L/N), this is SSA-”

“David Rossi, I’ve read your books and they are magnificent.” Rossi chuckled lightly sticking his hand out for her to shake in which (Y/N) gladly shook. She had just met one of the greatest profilers of all time.

(Y/N) looked up at Hotch before quickly apologizing “This is SSA Prentiss.” The beautiful raven haired woman smiled “Emily, nice to meet you.” moving to the man standing next to her “SSA Morgan.” he smiled shaking her hand “Derek.”

“(Y/N).” she replied.

“Our Communications Liaison Jennifer Jareau.”

“You can call me JJ.”

“Our tech analysis Penelope Garcia.”

Finally, the last person whom she had grown closes too.

“And Doctor Spencer Reid.”

That was your team. And they were more welcoming than you thought they would be, they were your second family. If you guys weren’t on a case, you’d be at the bar raking up Rossi’s tab. You were able to talk to them about almost anything, if you needed time off Hotch understood.

The first year she had worked with the team, they were very welcoming. Hotch had partnered you with Spencer most of the time, either you two would check out the M.E or stay back at the police department. It was safe to say it was a bit awkward at first when you were partnered with Spencer. But, she wouldn’t have wanted to be partnered with anyone else.

“Hello?”

Shit! He’s awake. Wait, when did I call him up?

“(Y/N)?”

Say something, he knows you’re on the other end of the line.

“Are you okay?’

Are you having a stroke right now? Say something!

“H-hi, sorry to bother you so late.”

It was fifteen minutes to one, did it really take me almost thirty minutes to call him?

“It’s fine, just getting a little bit of reading in. Did you need something?”

She bit the bottom of her lip getting up from her seat on her couch, just say it! Tell him you’d love to have him as a date.

“If your offer still stands.. I’d love to have you be my date.” she paced around her living room. Please say yes, this would be totally awkward if you said no but- you did offer to be my date?

Spencer smiled widely “Yes! I-I mean of course, I mean- I’d love to accompany you.” though (Y/N) couldn’t see him she knew he had his hand covered over his eyes mentally curing at himself.

“Great! I’ll text you the details tomorrow? Thank you again Spencer, I appreciate it.”

“Y-yeah cool cool, um good night, sleep tight.. don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

He could be such a dork sometimes. A cute dork. Rambling on until someone says something or he’d catch himself and apologize. Usually the team would exchange looks but, you’d sit there listening intently. It’s amazing that someone so young has already three PhD’s and as the genius said himself “I just keep getting PhD’s”

“Good night loverboy.”

Spencer had his nicknames, from Pretty boy, boy wonder, kid, doc etc.

Loverboy however, kinda just slipped. They had been working a case and Spencer was deep in his thoughts, she had been trying to get his attention for the last five minutes. When she had said it, he cheeks were painted a deep shade of red. Ever since then, the nickname just stuck.

(Y/N) tossed her phone onto the couch squealing loudly, surely enough she knew one of her neighbors would file a complaint against her but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the fact that Spencer Reid was her wedding date, and she couldn’t be more excited.

The entertainment capital of the world

Sin city

Fabulous Las Vegas.

Home to Spencer and (Y/N), the two were going to be staying with her parents since they live the closes to the venue. The drive to her parents house meant passing by her high school, and without a doubt she knew Spencer would have something to say.

“Isn’t that your old high school?”

She glanced at Spencer for a short moment before answering, “Yup, class of 2003.”

About a month ago the team had gone to Boise,Idaho where a serial killer is murdering the survivors of a high school massacre that took place exactly ten years earlier. Hotch had sent (Y/N) and Spencer to examine the crime scene.

“The unsub has to be tied to the school somehow. Maybe a current student, alumni, or a family member who lost someone?” (Y/N) mumbled as she scanned the crime scene

“It could be a Slade groupie celebrating his hero. He taped nails to the exterior of the bomb. Specifically to rip open flesh-” Spencer spoke turning his head slightly to see (Y/N) examining the various pieces of nails.

“That’s a Slade detail of Slade’s the unsub copied.”

“Except he tricked Givens into blowing himself up.A groupie probably wouldn’t show that much self-control.” (Y/N) pointed out her eyes looked from the ground to the ceiling.

“But someone with an ax to grind against the principal would. Maybe he’s a surrogate for the tormenters in high school he can’t punish...” he examined the photos he held in his hands, “who were yours?”

(Y/N) chuckled reaching forward to touch the piece of nail in the wall, “I don’t even remember.” she mumbled.

Spencer raised his brow in confusion, “You don’t even remember?” his voice filled with disbelief. He stepped forward still stuck on the subject, “Wait, were you one of the mean girls?”

She turned around in surprise her eyes widened at his question, “What? No!” Okay maybe there were some people she was a bit rude to. That only being her younger brother who was a freshmen when she was a senior.

“Track star with a full ride scholarship to UNR and was accepted by many universities, one of the valedictorians of her class, and the student body president? That not only screams popular but you could’ve been one of the mean girls!”

(Y/N) gasped loudly walking past Spencer to get to the other side of the room, “Could’ve been, I was actually one of the nice popular girls! I was even friends with guys like you!”

“Guys like me? I'll have you know that my social standing increased once I started winning at basketball.“ now that was hard to believe.

“Spencer Reid playing basketball no way.” (Y/N) snickered causing Spencer to press his lips into a thin line, “Okay, I coached basketball. I broke down the opposing team's shooting strategy.” Now that sound more like Spencer.

“Is that why Morgan kicked you out of the pool last week?“ Rossi held a BBQ last Sunday, inviting the entire team over and Spencer and Derek were going at it in the pool bickering with one another.

“Yeah. Took him three rounds to realize I was hustling him.”

(Y/N) pulled into the driveway shifting the gear into park, she turned slightly to face Spencer. “Spence.” she whispered, he turned his head in confusion. Spencer had met her family, but he was about to meet MORE of them. As much as she loved them to death, they could be a little too much.

“First off, I wanna say thank you so much for being my date. Second, my family.. they are loud and can get very.. touchy? If you feel uncomfortable in any given moment please tell me because I don’t want you to think you made a mistake by coming.” He gave her a warm smile, placing his hand over her’s.

“(Y/N/N)!” a voice shouted causing (Y/N) to jump slightly pulling her attention away from Spencer. Her mother smiled happily, she was beyond excited to hear that (Y/N) was bringing Spencer as her date. The two exited the car retrieving their luggage from the trunk.

“Hey mom!” (Y/N) shouted as she closed the trunk watching as Spencer waved hello to her mother.

“Hi Mrs.(Y/L/N).”

“Oh Spencer! How have you been? Come in get settled Steven and I are treating you two to dinner tonight!” She watched as her mother followed Spencer into the house, it would be an understatement if I said my mom loved Spencer.

I mean who wouldn’t?

Later that night when they had gone out to dinner they just so happened to run into one of her family members that every so gladly invited themselves to dinner.

And the immediate question was, “So (Y/N), who’s this?” that lead to a somewhat awkward dinner. You know how everyone has that one favorite cousin? Then there was that one cousin that was a tattle-tale and much of a show off? That was the cousin that was at dinner tonight.

“This is Doctor. Spencer Reid, he’s my partner. I-I mean the partner on my team, a-

“So what I’m hearing is you’re single?” Gwen questioned causing (Y/N) to gasp lightly watching as Spencer shifted in his seat “Um- well yeah but-” his voice had gone up a couple octaves. Drawing his hand away from the table watching as Gwen’s cheeks tinted a deep red.

“Gwen quit it, you’re making him uncomfortable!” (Y/N) snapped annoyed with her cousin’s behavior. This was the last thing she wanted Spencer to feel, uncomfortable. She didn’t want Spencer to think he made a mistake, before she could say anymore he glanced at her for a second before whispering “It’s okay.” If only she could strangle Gwen right here, right now. The table was filled with awkward silence, (Y/N) mother chuckled lightly before quickly changing the subject “So, who’s ready for tomorrow?”

The only thing (Y/N) always looked forward to was the reception. Her least favorite part was the ceremony where most of her family members would be asking her one too many questions. She had spent half of her morning mentally preparing herself for what’s to come today. What she was not prepared for was the suit Spencer had worn, well the velvet suit jacket to be exact. It had matched perfectly with the red dress she had worn.

Spencer sat with (Y/N) siblings watching as she chased around her niece and nephews, “I’m gonna get you!” she shouted causing her niece to squeal loudly running father away from her aunt. (Y/N) had always gotten along with kids, they’d easily adjust to her. When they had cases dealing with kids, it would either be Spencer, JJ, or (Y/N) to be the ones to talk to them.

“Remind me, the next time Garcia tries to get me to go to a shoe sale I need to say no.” (Y/N) spoke in between breaths settling next to Spencer, Wonderful tonight began to play bringing almost everyone to the dance floor. She took ahold of his hand dragging him up from his seat, “Spence we need to join them!”

The sound of his heart beat was music to her ears, beating softly. The feeling of being so close to him, left butterflies in her stomach. It felt so, domestic? It’s not an everyday thing to dance with Spencer Reid.

“Do you see yourself having kids some day?”

(Y/N) pulled her head away from his chest looking up at him with a raised brow. That was a bit out of the blue.

“Just the way you interact with your niece and nephews, you’re good with kids. i’ve noticed that when we work on cases dealing with kids. you’re patient with them.” Spencer glanced down at her, she looks so beautiful.

(Y/N) sighed lightly before answering, “Yeah, ideally... I want to have kids by the time I’m thirty and well, I have three more years to make that happen.”

Spencer hummed at her response allowing (Y/N) to continue.

“My parents... they had told my siblings and I that I would be the first to have kids, and well-“

Her eyes gaze over to her older sister whom was the first to have kids, her beautiful niece and nephew. Seated at the same table her brother whom was recently engaged and his fiancée awaiting their first child.

And now her younger sister wouldn’t be too far behind.

“I’m not a profiler, but aren’t those two completely oblivious about their feelings for one another?” Isabelle commented watching as her sister dance with her date.

“That’s what I was thinking the entire time! The FBI should hire us, we’re good!” Cole exaggerated lifting his hand for Isabelle to high-five.

(Y/N) turned her attention away from her siblings back to look at Spencer. If only she could hear her siblings conversation.

“I’m gonna be the last to get married.” she said with a light chuckle.

There was no one to blame, i mean at this point she was married to her job and she knew the pros and cons. But there’s still time for her, time to find someone, to have kids.

“What about you doc? Do you want little geniuses?”

Spencer sighed lightly moving his right hand that was resting on her waist taking ahold of her left, spinning her around.

He held her hand for a moment swaying the two from side to side, “Of course, as much as I love being a godfather.. I wanna have kids of my own. An entire soccer team as one may say.”

That was something the two had in common, being a godparent. (Y/N) loved spoiling her goddaughter, even before she was asked to be the godmother.

(Y/N) giggled at his response, any woman would be lucky enough to have a child with Spencer. He’d make a wonderful father, he’d be ever so patient with his little boy or girl.

“Well your future wife is in for it.”

He felt a slight tug on his suit jacket, he looked down to see (Y/N) niece Lyrical, “I wanna dance.” the four year old said moreover demanded.

(Y/N) gasped lightly before letting go of Spencer’s right hand and moved to wrap her arms around him.

“No he’s mine.” she joked sticking her tug out at the four year old.

If he was standing in front of a mirror right now, he’d be as red as a tomato.

“No! My boyfriend!” Lyrical huffed wrapping her chubby arms around her chest with a pout. That was something Lyrical basically established during prior visits.

Whenever they’d have cases in Vegas the night before they leave the team goes to hangout with (Y/N) family. Her second family meeting her well family

(Y/N) drew back her arms from him as she looked between Spencer and her niece, “So- who’s it gonna be loverboy?”

Spencer hummed at her question before picking up Lyrical causing her to giggle lightly wrapping her arms around his neck swaying from side to side.

She held onto him, her fingers slightly tugged at the back of his hair. (Y/N) smiled, the warm fuzzy feeling she felt earlier was back again.

If Spencer’s first born child is a girl, she’d have him wrapped around her fingers before she was born.

She walked up to her niece peppering kisses onto her chubby cheeks earning a burst of laughter, the song changed into a more upbeat rhythm causing almost everyone to come to the dance floor.

“So, who was going to tell me they were dating?” Scarlet questioned, walking over to sit at the same table her siblings were seated. Isabelle snorted reaching for the glass of water in front of her.

“Why would we? They aren’t dating.. yet.” Cole answered sarcastically earning a slap to the back of his head. He glared at his younger sister, “I answered your question why did you have to hit me!” Scarlet shrugged lightly taking a sip from her champagne glass.

(Y/N) looked over to her siblings, who were bickering as usual.

“I’m gonna go sit for a bit.” Spencer nodded watching as she walked back to sit with her siblings before turning his attention back to the four year old.

“Woah Lyrical stole your date.” Cole snickered causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes playfully, “I know, better watch out she’s gonna have boys waiting on her beck and call.” The table rose with laughter, as they moved onto a different topic.

It felt like old times, sitting around with her siblings as they talked about childhood memories and embarrassing moments. She needed to come home more often instead of having them fly out to only spend a day or two.

Her eyes gazed over to Spencer and her niece who were stilling dancing, that warm fuzzy feeling. It’s unexplainable. She couldn’t help but imagine, what if. What if her and Spencer do end up together? Oh would their daughter be his princess. He would do anything for her. Whoever get’s to be the future Mrs.Reid would be the luckiest women in the world, his kids would be blessed with such a wonderful dad.

Scarlet looked over to her older sister who was too deep in thought as she watched her date dance with their niece. She couldn’t help but notice the smile that tugged at (Y/N) lips.

“So does that mean you’re next?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her train of thought coming to a screeching halt. Next?

“For?” (Y/N) questioned back, unsure of what Scarlet was trying to lead on.

“You and that handsome Doctor Reid.”

(Y/N) eyes widened causing her to shake her head from left to right, “What? No no, we’re just friends.” she tried to suppress the smile that dared to paint over her lips.

Her siblings look between each other before bursting into a fit of laughter, “Sure keep telling yourself that.” Cole spoke in between his laughter.

Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms over her chest before responding “Hey! We’re just friends.”

Cole leaned back into his chair raising a brow at her, “So, you’re telling us you don’t have any feelings for him? Zero, nada, zilch?” she glared at Cole kicking his ankle lightly. He winced at the sudden action reaching down to sooth his ankle.

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

Isabelle rose her brow at her younger sister, “You’re doing that thing.” If there was one thing she was bad at it would be lying. You’d think for a profiler she’d be better at lying and would be able to keep a poker face.

“What thing?”

Scarlet sighed loudly, “(Y/N) you may be a profiler but, we’re your siblings we know when you’re lying.” That only caused (Y/N) to scoff loudly and shake her head at her siblings.

Why are they attacking me right now?

“You cross your arms over your chest and you smile, A LOT it’s kinda no it IS creepy. Plus you get defensive, like very defensive.” Cole pointed out only for the rest of her siblings to agree.

Let’s forget what I said early about visiting more often. They can continue flying out to D.C.

(Y/N) got up from her seat slipping her heels back on causing Cole to flinch slightly, growing up the only boy meant dealing (Y/N) scared him. A lot.

“I wasn’t going to hit you ass clown!”

Maybe, just maybe she was spending a bit too much time with Rossi.

“I’m gonna go for a little walk.”

The three siblings looked between each other. If there was something she knew all too well of doing it was avoiding her feelings. Not opening up to others, building walls high enough so no one can look over and see what she’s feelings or thinking.

“Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be said!”

It felt like deja vu.

Emily had told her the exact same thing a few days ago.

"Oh my sweet angel face (Y/N)! You and boy wonder are blind!” Penelope slurred as she attempted to place her glasses on (Y/N) face. JJ couldn’t help but laugh at Garcia’s actions.

“My vision is 20/20 as a matter of fact!” (Y/N) answered earning another laugh from Emily, “Pen is right you know? Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be-”

“Hey, you missed the bouquet toss.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times before looking up to see Spencer.

“Did you know the tossing the bouquet is a tradition that stems from England. Women used to try to rip pieces of the bride's dress and flowers in order to obtain some of her good luck. Today the bouquet is tossed to single women with the belief that whoever catches it will be the next to marry.”

This was one of the many things she loved about Spencer. The amount of knowledge he holds in that huge brain of his. Usually the team isn’t much of a fan when he rambles on but, you loved it. The way he uses his hands to explain what he was thinking, or how he basically has an answer for well everything.

“Who caught the bouquet?”

He chuckled lightly taking a seat next to her, “Well Scarlet kinda threw it at me and said you know what to do. But your mom made her redo it, got a laugh out of everyone though.”

“Pretty sure you’re suppose to catch the garter.” (Y/N) giggled turning her head slightly to look up at Spencer who was laughing along with her. There was a sudden cool breeze causing her to wrap her arms around her chest.

“I knew I should’ve brought my jacket.”

Spencer shrugged off his dress jacket draping it over her shoulders. It was ever so slightly bigger on her she slipped her arms through the sleeves

“Thank you... and another thank you for being my date. I really hat- dislike attending weddings.”

“Did you know the first recorded evidence of marriage ceremonies uniting one woman and one man dates from about 2350 B-“

Her eyes fell towards the ground in front of her. Fixated on the shoes he was currently using.

The converse she had bought him for his 30th birthday, well belated 30th birthday. Not only was he using the converse she bought him but the mismatching socks as well. The team had been called to San Francisco to investigate a possible Zodiac Killer copycat. There was something up with Spencer however, he was quieter than usual.

But it was only because he had doubts on why he’s in the FBI, questioning that he should be doing something more in his life with the amount of knowledge he had accumulated over the years. The team didn’t even realize they had missed his 30th birthday, and (Y/N) felt so bad for it. She was the one to always bring in the birthday boy or gal their favorite donuts and a cup of coffee.

When the team had gotten back to Quantico she had stopped by to get him a new pair of converse and of course mis-matched socks.

“How did I not notice you’re using the shoes and socks I gifted you?”

His brows furrowed,“Is something wrong (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) sighed ignoring his question “I read that a crush only last four months. But if it last longer you are considered to be in love. is that true?”

“Actually, many people often mistake crushes and infatuation with love. The initial feelings of crush and falling in love are very similar. The rush of euphoria happens in both cases. The butterflies, and the feelings of pure joy at the sight of them happens in both cases. It’s easy to see how the two are mistaken for love because the feelings are so intense, but there is a difference. Crushes and infatuation go hand in hand, and are very similar-

He paused for a second catching his breath before continuing, “-a crush is defined as a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone inappropriate or unattainable. Infatuation is defined as an intense but short lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

Involuntarily she rest her head against his shoulder, “What about love?” she questioned. You glanced up for a second watching as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

“Love is truly seeing and accepting their object of affection. It’s an intense feeling of deep affection. to be patient and understanding, love is forgiving. It desires a deep connection. When we truly love someone, we see their flaws, and we accept them. there are thoughts of a future together, and realistic expectations of ea-“

JJ sighed, “Just tell him say I love you. Not as a friend. But I love you, on a deeper connection. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m in love with you.” her eyes fluttered shut, her heart was pounding in her ears, she felt Spencer tense at what she had just said. Oh god did I make a mistake?

She pulled her head away from his shoulder, tell him why just tell him.

“You’re the most sweetest, yet awkward guy I know. Not only are you sweet, you’re also so smart. I love to hear you ramble on about, honestly anything. You’re so caring, and kind. It hurts me when you beat yourself up, I just want to hug you and tell you why you’re wrong and tell you that I love-”

Spencer placed his hands on her cheeks pulling her into a slow passionate kiss, everything happened so quickly it took her a moment to process what was happening. Wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss, the feeling was so surreal.

He pulled away slowly his hands still on her cheeks as he rest his forehead against hers, “I love you too.” he spoke as he stared into her (Y/E/C). (Y/N) smiled from ear to ear, stealing another kiss from Spencer.

“Finally!” a voice spoke startling the two. (Y/N) peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see Cole standing there with well the rest of her siblings, oh yeah she was never going to hear the end of this.

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once-upon-an-imagine · 7 years ago

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Talk You Down - Spencer Reid Imagine [PREVIEW]

A/N: So, like I said I know I have a BILLION things on hold and I apologize but my head won’t get this story out! so I needed to write it! and hopefully, it will get the train going so I can get back to write everything else! I really need to write :) hope you like it! this is based on the episode of Friends when Ross writes a list to decide if he wants to stay with Julie or go for Rachel :) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Spencer making the reader feel bad about herself (he’ll make it up though xD)

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Talk You Down

Try to speak but nothings coming Nothing I could say to make you stay

“You’re what?”

“I’m in love with you, Spence” you repeated, holding in a breath. Spencer could feel his heart pounding heavier than he’d ever felt. You, the girl that he had been in love with for nearly four years, were in front of him, declaring your love, and, for the first time in his life, he didn’t say anything.

“You didn’t say it back?” Penelope snapped at the younger detective. She had been rooting for you two ever since they met you when you started working in the coffee shop at the lobby in the BAU building.

“I wanted to. But it wouldn’t be right. I’m seeing Maeve” he reminded her. “I mean, here I am, I am with Maeve, this incredible, great woman, who I care about and who cares about me, and I'm like, what? Am I just gonna throw all that away?”

“Yes!” Penelope snapped.

“But this is (Y/N) we’re talking about, kid” Morgan intervened. “You and (Y/N)!”

“Believe me, I've been dreaming about (Y/N) and I for almost four years now. But now, I'm with Maeve, so it's like Maeve and me, (Y/N) and I, Maeve and (Y/N), (Y/N) and... (Y/N). (Y/N), (Y/N)!” he said getting up when said girl entered with their usual order in their hands.

“Um, hi” you said shyly with the tray in your hands. “Uh, JJ asked me to get you guys your usual” you told them.

“Um, how are you?” Spencer asked nervously while Penelope and Morgan watched the whole interaction, amused.

“Good, uh, how are you?”

“I’m fine” Spencer replied kindly.

“Hi honey” you turned around to see Maeve walking in with a bag in her hands.

“Maeve” Spencer said even more nervous. “Hi, uh what are you doing here?”

“You forgot your lunch” she said sweetly, placing the brown bag on his desk and giving him a peck on the cheek. “I thought I’d bring it on my way to work” she added.

“Well, thank you, you didn’t need to do that, uh I’ll walk you out” he said quickly, grabbing her hand and leading her outside as she waved goodbye to everyone.

You stood there, watching them leave, and then turned to the other two. “Did he, uh say anything about me?”

“No-“ Morgan stated but was interrupted by Penelope.

“You told him you loved him?!” she said excitedly. “Just like that?”

“I didn’t mean to! It just came out! We were arguing about something stupid and then I just sort of… yelled it at him” you said regrettably. “I am so stupid!”

“Why? What did you do?” JJ said walking over to them with Emily.

“Nothing-“ you and Morgan started to say.

“She told Spencer she loved him!” Penelope blurted out.

“Penelope!”

“You did?” the two women said excitedly. “Well, it was about time!” Emily added.

“Yeah, I’m so happy for you two” JJ said hugging you.

“Well, don’t be” you said sadly. “He’s dating Maeve” you reminded them.

“What?” they both asked shocked. “I thought they were just friends” Emily said.

“Yeah, Spence loves you, (Y/N), we all know that” JJ assured you.

“Well, he’s with Maeve and for the looks of it, he’s gonna stay with her. Ugh why did I open my mouth?” you said grabbing the chocolate chip cookie from Morgan’s hand.

“Hey!” he complained, with his mouth half -full but Penelope stopped him.

“He’s gonna stay with her and then she’s gonna be all like ‘Hi, I'm Maeve, Spencer picked me, and we're gonna get married, have a lot of kids, and read a lot of stuff together’” you said mocking her voice.

“No offense, but that sounds nothing like her” Morgan said grabbing another cookie and earning a punch from you on his arm.

“Hey guys, Hotch wants us for a meeting” Spencer said walking back to the group. “Sorry, (Y/N)-“

“No, that’s okay” you said sadly. “I have to get back to work anyways” you said quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with the genius

“Bye, (Y/N)” the three ladies said as they watched you leave.

“Didn’t Hotch take the day off?” Emily said, looking back at Spencer with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I had to lie! I need to figure this out and I can’t do it with (Y/N) here!” he said walking back to his desk.

“Look, Spence, you just have to follow your heart on this one, what does it tell you?”

“I don’t know what it tells me! I’m more of a logical guy, JJ” he replied.

“Well, alright then let’s get logical about this, alright?” Penelope said grabbing a piece of paper from Spencer’s desk and a pen.

“What are you doing, mama?” Morgan asked as he was on his third cookie.

“We’ll make a list. (Y/N) and Maeve, pros and cons” she said as she made a table, one column with your name and the other one with Maeve’s name on it.

“Sounds… fair” Emily said.

“Okay, let’s start with Cons” Morgan suggested. “Because they’re more fun. Alright, (Y/N) first” he said and they all turned to look at Spencer.

“I don’t know” he said not completely convinced by the idea. “Alright, I guess she’s a little impulsive sometimes? I mean she does things and says things before she thinks” he said with a little chuckle. “She’s the complete opposite from me” he added.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that” Emily said.

“And I guess, you know, sometimes, she's a little ditzy. And I've seen her be a little too into her looks. Oh, and Maeve and I, we have a lot in common cause we're both more on the academic side, but (Y/N)’s just a waitress” he added.

“Okay, I got it” Penelope said writing everything down. “What else?”

“She snorts loud when she laughs” Morgan said with his mouth half full of cookies as he chuckled at the thought of his friend laughing.

“Okay, now let’s do Maeve” JJ said and they all turned to Spencer again. “What’s wrong with her?”

Spencer took a long pause to think and the only words that came out of his mouth were… “She’s not (Y/N).”

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Later that day, Spencer walked back into the bullpen to see Morgan and Garcia waiting for him.

“Hey, how did it go with Maeve?” Morgan asked.

“Did you break up with her?” Garcia asked.

“Yes, it was horrible. She cried. I cried. She threw things, they hit me. But... I know I did the right thing” he said exhausted.

“Hey, Penny, are you ready to go-?” you said walking into the bullpen and stopping when you saw Spencer there too. “Uh, hi” you said, looking at the floor.

“Hi” Spencer said with a small smile.

“Uh, I didn’t know you were still here” you told him and the other two watched much as amused as they did that day, earlier in the morning.

“Actually I just got back from uh, my lunch with Maeve” he said.

“Oh” you said dejectedly.

“No, no is not what you think” he assured you. “It’s the other thing” he said with a small smile.

“What other thing?” you said feeling her heart flutter.

“Well, uh-“

“He broke up with Maeve!” Morgan blurted out this time and Penelope widened her eyes at him. “I’m sorry! I cannot take this anymore! Go hug her, kid! For God’s sake!”

You turned to look back at Spencer with the biggest smile he’d ever seen on you.

“Really?”

“Really” Spencer said nodding. “It’s always been you, (Y/N)” he said as he got closer to you and hugged you to him. He was about to plant a kiss on your lips when he remembered you were not alone and kissed your forehead instead. The two of you turned to look at Penelope and Morgan who were looking at you with dreamy eyes.

“Don’t we have to-?” Penelope started saying.

“Yeah, we do, baby-girl” Morgan said as they walked over to Morgan’s desk.

“Uh, why don’t you uh- take a walk?” he suggested. “Just us?”

“Sure, I’d love that” you said excitedly.

“Great. I’ll just grab my bag, I left it in the conference room” he said before kissing your forehead again.

“Okay” you said smiling as you watched him leave. You turned around to look at Penelope and Derek, who still had grins on their faces. “He’s gonna go get his bag” you said trying to contain your excitement as you walked over to Spencer’s desk. “I can’t believe this!” you said happily before you saw a piece of paper with your name on it on Spencer’s desk. Morgan and Garcia saw your smile disappearing when you picked it up. “What’s this?”

“Oh, (Y/N), babe, no-“ Morgan said quickly running to you and trying to grab the paper from your hand but you put it away.

“Alright, ready to go?” Spencer said wiping the smile off his face when he saw your distressed face.

“Spencer, what’s this?” you asked showing him the list.

“Um, we’re gonna leave you two alone” Penelope said grabbing Derek and pulling him away.

“(Y/N), is not what you think, okay? Just remember how crazy I am about you, alright?”

“Kind of ditzy?” you said frowning your eyebrows. “Too into her looks? Impulsive?”

“That was a little impulsive, it was supposed to say little” he tried to defend himself, as he walked closer to you.

“Just a waitress?” you said looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“(Y/N), wait no, that’s not what I-“

“Oh! And I do not snort loud when I laugh!” you said offended before you pushed the list on Spencer’s chest and then started walking past him but he tried to stop you.

“(Y/N), wait!” Spencer grabbed your arm, gently. “Look at Maeve’s column” he pleaded, showing the paper to you. You looked at it but behind your watery eyes, you couldn’t even understand the third word.

“I don’t even understand what that says” you pointed out and Spencer looked at the poorly written version of your name on it. “Maybe is just a fancy word that I wouldn’t know because I’m just a waitress!” you snapped before you released yourself from him and walked away from him.

“No! It says she’s not…” Spencer stopped when he realized you were already on the elevator. “She’s not (Y/N).” he said quietly, to himself. He screwed up.

To Be Continued...

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A/N: so, starting with this one because I’ve had it forever and I do want to finish it xD what do you think? like it? hate it? haha let me know!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds or Friends :)

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okimargarvez · 7 years ago

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HURT- open wounds

Original title: Hurt.

Prompt: Luke’s dark thought, destiny, contrasted love.

Warnings: sexual content, dark thoughts.

Genre: angst, drama, romantic, smut, dark, mistery, frienship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: multichapter.

Legend: 💏😘😈🔦🐶❗🎈👻.

Song mentioned: La tua vita intera, Tiziano Ferro.

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Chapter 5-

Yet she insists on going to the Quantico headquarters alone. She doesn't want others to know. -Not yet-. For him it's indifferent. He doesn't care what others think. Although he quickly became attached to the team. Or so he believes. Because as soon as she leaves her home and gets on the subway, his head starts to spin at full speed. And the ghosts visit him. It had been too good. It had lasted too long, the fun's over.

It's tremendous not to be able to be himself. Not being able to touch her. Smile at her. I'm screwed. Completely fucked.

Then she arrives one morning with bags in hand. She stops in front of his desk. He must hold himself back so as not to stretch his hands towards her body.

-It's just a little something.- he smiles at her, confused. There is hardly anyone. It's still early. He chose to get there first, hoping that filling out some paper would help him divert his attention from his fixed point. From his obsession. But it hadn't been like that, as he could readily imagine.

-For me? - he asks, hoping for a positive result. She shakes her head.

-No! Not for you, it's for Roxy. But you have opposable thumbs, so you can open it for her.- his face widens into a smile as he peers into the smaller bag and discovers some... biscuits. Which turn out to be unfit for his dog's diet. And telling this to her is a titanic enterprise. How badly this gets him, seeing her so sad because she was wrong. Fortunately, there is a second gift: a sweater. Pink. He would see it much better on her. It would exalt her forms. Then her damned phone ring -We have a case.- he can't avoid turning his head towards her, following her until she disappears in the meeting room.

On the jet, he continues to rethink the information he has acquired on previous nights. The way she had stripped completely naked before his eyes, her sincerity. Totally exposed. Vulnerable at the highest level possible. If he had wanted, if he had been a sadist, a madman, a wicked person, he could have made her what he wanted. It was as if she had given him the opportunity to hold her palpitating heart in his hands, crystal, both for the transparency and the fragility of this material. The responsibility she had given him, unwanted and unexpected, had completely stunned him. She had left him numb.

Then some particular episodes come to his mind in random chronological order. She had told him that on public transport she never sat down. She always carried a book with her, because you never know, if the environment around her was dark, if the world tried to suck her down the drain, she would let herself be carried among the clouds on the balloon of fantasy; and then it was the only way to endure the noise of the crowd, the confusion, without really becoming estranged from the real context in which she found (and so it would not have been if she had listened to music with headphones). And at the same time, she had tried to explain to him how much in those moments, crushed between men in suits and ties, briefcase in hand, cheeky ruminant little girls, indifferent of their half-open backpacks, old women stubborn to not sit because "The next stop is mine", how often she lost herself to think how beautiful, varied, vast the world was. How many occasions, how many people we don't have the possibility to meet. She had felt a sense of loss towards something that had never been. And perhaps never would have been.

So, she had stared at him intently, making him understand that it could also have happened between them. Thanks to that criminal, only thanks to Daniel Cullen, to the escape organized by Mister Scratch, their paths had crossed. So, he owed his happiness to the bastard who had almost killed his best friend and had ruined his life. A beautiful paradox. And now this asshole was comfortable in a psychiatric hospital and there was even the risk of freeing him, because he was no longer the Crimson King, he was a rind of a man, the one who had left Lewis; he was any person he didn't know, he didn't feel he had committed any kind of crime. Always that he wasn't pretending.

Luke remembers the question Hotch had asked him. Do you want to kill Daniel Cullen?

And his answer: I took an oath to uphold the laws of this country. So... Yeah. Yeah, I want to kill him.

How much of these events had influenced in his first "approaches" with Penelope? He had not unloaded all his tensions on her? It wasn't just the shadows of his past or a desire to be "healed", as he had told himself until now. It was much more. He needed to throw, fling on someone else all that weight, which bent his back, prevented him from thinking rationally. And poor, little Penelope, she had found herself in the wrong place at the right time. And now that mistake had proved to be the greatest miracle that could ever happen to him. But he didn't stop feeling guilty, wrong, horrible, thinking about how he acted. How much he had used her, and yes, it cost him to admit it, even ill-treated. And to what he had received in return: love, tenderness, understanding, total availability.

The screen turning on interrupts his thoughts, more or less: it's the face of his woman, the one that occupies the visual rectangle entirely. -My crime fighters- she begins, as she usually likes to define them -I have some news for you: Amanda Berxtrom awaits you at the police station upon your arrival.- while providing important data, he is attentive and in "operational" mode. But as soon as the screen goes black, as if someone has pressed a button in his head, he re-starts from where he left off.

If only he could tell her. If at least he managed to get rid of this extra burden, this sword of Damocles, before it fell between them, definitively separating their lives. Because until he had said nothing to her, the "thing" would continue to grow, to incorporate him, drag him down with it. And there was the usual problem: there were other things that she should have known, before she could think, hypothesize a relationship with him.

And Luke realizes it while they're starting the landing maneuver. He wants that. He wants a serious relationship with her. And he can't have it. But he can't do without it. And so he's a hundred percent messed up.

She cares about everyone, each of the members of behavioral analysis unit. Just as she wanted a deep good to anyone who had been part of it, even in a very limited way, like Jordan Todd. But for the first time since Derek said goodbye to the Bureau, she rehearsed that feeling of amplified anguish, at the thought that there is someone who she loves in a special way, out there to fight against the contemporary dragons of our society.

Well, it's useless to make fun of herself. She's in love. Wretch world!

Worse than a teenager. She is in the phase of the Little Prince: "If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to feel happy. As the time passes I shall feel happier and happier. At four o’clock, I shall become agitated and start worrying; I shall discover the price of happiness!". She does her job, she researches possible connections to identify the bad guy. But she does so with the knowledge that first they'll catch the unsub and first she'll see him again.

Oh my God, I'm so ruined.

And he, what does he feel? He didn't say anything to her, but the way he made her feel that night, the attention he gave her, the way he looked at her all the time, as if he were contemplating something precious, to be treated and protect with nails and teeth... it gives hope her. It's a while she doesn't see those shadows obscuring his already dark eyes. But she doesn't be fooled that they have disappeared forever. And she doesn't want that he censors anything in her presence. She wants him in integral format. Full package. Full price. Evil and good. In sickness and in health.

Till death do us part.

Amen.

Why the hell that phrase does come to his mind right now? What does that have to do with what Spencer has just said?

When I was five, no, maybe they were already six... Zorba, my kitten, my first pet, was hit. My parents tried to sell me the story that he was gone, and indeed it was true, in a "better place" or so-called. But I saw it. I saw his body deformed by the impact with the car. He was agonizing. He was still alive. Mom didn't want that I knew it. But I discovered that a neighbor had to go there to "stop making him suffer". I have done absolutely nothing. I know I couldn't, I was just a child. But this is one of the things that still haunts me today. And when I went to Alaska with the team, one of the few times I was in the field, it happened that the signal was gone, I was talking to my boyfriend... I went down to check and I heard a cry. Human, though hardly recognizable as such. I was afraid, I would say a lie if I asserted the opposite. But I couldn't stay there, doing nothing. Why I didn't go call someone who would be able to do a better job than mine? Because there was no time. I knew he could no longer be saved. But I didn't want the last thing he saw was the face of his killer. Whose had taken his life from him... how it could have happened to me.

She had continued, adding the details of her exit, the frightening noises amplified by the fear, the wind that hissed, freezing every limb, the ferrous smell of the gushing blood, of the life that abandons the body of that poor man, the grass that crunched beneath her feet. But he interrupted her, because he wanted an explanation. What do you mean with "it could have happened to me"?

Penelope had sighed. And then spat everything out, exactly as he would have done with her own saliva or her own phlegm.

About ten years ago I went out with a man. I don't want to make this too long. He was attractive, at least for me. I had repaired his computer and he asked me out. I found it strange. I'm not the girl men see across a smoky bar and write songs about, I told Derek at the time when I told him about it. And just because of his answer, don't get me wrong, I don't want to least to blame him, it was only my responsibility, my naivety and stupidity. However, almost as a consequence of his sentence, I decided to accept the invitation. Just... this man was a policeman with the killer hero syndrome and he was convinced that I was identifying him. As a result, he shot me, hitting me very close to my heart, on the stairs of my apartment. And he also bent down to make sure I was dead, that his plan was successful. I had to hold my breath. In those conditions. As my head thundered, the forces faded, I heard David Bowie calling me, I thought I saw Mom, Dad and even Zorba, who made me a sign of reaching them... and I managed to deceive him. I don't know how. I don't know what I was holding onto. But what I know, and that I knew even then, is that I never wanted my last look to be occupied by my killer. That his indelible image remains forever on the retinas. I don't know if you've ever seen See No Evil...

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