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reidmarieprentiss · 4 months ago

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Capturing the Queen

Summary: You are Alex's daughter, Spencer is a fan of the whole family.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, smut (18+)

Warnings/Includes: smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut, swimsuits, swimming, alcohol consumption, mild injury/hospitalization of Alex, you are the adoptive daughter, chess playing

Word count: 19.6k

a/n: live laugh love alex blake !! would be honored if she adopted me ,, she seems like she would be the coolest mom ,, also lowkey wanted her to have a chance at motherhood after you know...

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Additional warnings: oral (f), protected PinV, fingering (f) nipple play (f&m), strip chess

In the softly lit hospital room, the steady beeping of the heart monitor played a continuous, albeit unsettling, rhythm. Spencer Reid sat beside Alex Blake's hospital bed, his hands folded tightly in his lap, his eyes tracing the rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, a stark contrast to the usually composed genius. Every so often, he'd run a hand through his hair, a nervous tick that had become more pronounced under stress.

The door creaked open, and a young woman stepped in, her presence like a sudden burst of sunlight piercing through heavy clouds. Spencer looked up, his expression full of curiosity and concern. The woman's eyes, remarkably stunning, scanned the room before settling on Spencer with an inquisitive tilt of her head.

"Hi, you must be Spencer," you introduced yourself, your voice a comforting melody amidst the sterile echoes of the hospital. Spencer stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor, his movements awkward in his urgency.

"Yes, I—I'm Spencer Reid. You're Alex's...?" he trailed off, not wanting to assume.

"Daughter," You finished for him with a gentle smile. "I was away for work, I just got back and came straight here to see how she's doing. So… how is she?"

Spencer's eyes shifted back to Alex, lying so still on the hospital bed. "She's stable now, but it was a close call," he admitted, the weight of the situation momentarily tightening his voice. "She saved two children from that unsub before—"

"Before she got hurt," You interjected, nodding slowly, your eyes itching with tears that you fought to keep at bay. "That sounds just like her. Always putting others first."

You both watched Alex, the silence between you both filled with shared worry and respect for the woman who had impacted your lives so profoundly. You moved closer, taking the seat Spencer had vacated, reaching out to gently touch your mom’s hand.

Spencer watched intently as the familial bond unfolded before him, the tender gestures between Alex and her daughter revealing a side of Alex he hadn't known. There was an unmistakable warmth in your interaction, a stark contrast to the clinical, often impersonal environment of the BAU.

"I wasn’t aware Alex had a daughter," he admitted, a sheepish tone coloring his confession as he brushed over his hair, a clear sign of his discomfort with the oversight.

"Ah, yes," you replied with a gentle nod, understanding his surprise. "That sounds like mom, never mixing business with her personal life." Your voice held a note of pride, acknowledging Alex's meticulous compartmentalization of her work and home life.

"I suppose that makes sense," Spencer responded, his voice thoughtful, reflecting his acceptance of Alex's privacy.

"I don’t take offense to it, it’s okay. You can relax," you reassured him, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth, trying to ease the tension you saw etched on his face.

Spencer let out a deep breath, more for show than necessity, his hand passing through his hair yet again in another rare display of vulnerability. "I’m sorry, I’m a little shaken up," he confessed, the ordeal of the day catching up to him now that the immediate danger had passed.

"I can imagine," you said, your voice softening with empathy. "Do you want to go home and rest? I can stay with her." Your offer was sincere, wanting to provide him some relief from the harrowing day.

"That would be great, thank you," Spencer accepted gratefully, relief visible in his eyes as he prepared to take your advice.

"My pleasure, have a nice rest, Spencer," you called out softly as he gathered his belongings, your voice carrying the warmth and assurance that he needed as he stepped out of the hospital room, leaving you to watch over Alex in the quiet of the night.

—

The morning light filtered through the blinds of the hospital room, casting a gentle glow on the figures within. Alex Blake's eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing you seated by her side, a wave of relief washed over her face, transforming into a grateful smile.

"How was the lecture?" Alex asked with a hint of her usual humor, her voice still a bit groggy from the effects of the medication and the ordeal she had endured.

"A lot better than getting stabbed!" you teased, your tone light and playful, aiming to bring a little levity to the situation. "Do you need anything?" you added, shifting in your chair to give her your full attention.

"Definitely more drugs, this hurts like a bitch," Alex responded half-jokingly, grimacing slightly as she tried to adjust her position on the hospital bed.

"I'll fetch a nurse, maybe if you put on a nice face they'll give you the good stuff," you winked at her, standing up and stretching a bit before heading toward the door to find a nurse.

The relationship you shared with your mom was built on a foundation of deep mutual respect and love, interspersed with a healthy dose of humor that helped you both through tough times. As you walked out of the room to seek assistance, you reflected on how grateful you were to have such a strong and courageous woman as your mother.

As you navigated the quiet hospital corridors on your mission to procure some relief for your mother, you unexpectedly bumped into Spencer Reid. He was holding a stack of papers while walking, likely some research, but he looked up with a slight start when he saw you.

"Well hello, fancy seeing you here," you greeted, a light chuckle escaping your lips at the coincidence.

"Oh, hi. How is she?" Spencer asked, his concern genuine, his brow furrowing slightly as he adjusted his stance to face you more directly.

"Awake and asking for drugs. I don’t suppose you’re the kind of doctor who could administer those?" you joked, an amused sparkle in your eyes.

"No, most definitely not. But I can find one for you," Spencer replied promptly, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile at your playful comment.

"I won’t say no to that, thanks," you said, appreciative of his offer to help. With a nod, Spencer turned to leave, presumably in search of a medical doctor.

You returned to Alex’s room, a smile tugging at your lips as you recounted the encounter to her. "I ran into Spencer, and he’s finding a doctor for us," you informed her, watching as a knowing look passed over her features.

"So you met Spencer?" Alex’s voice held a hint of mischief, her eyes twinkling despite her discomfort.

"I did indeed, he is exactly as you described him," you confirmed, settling back into the chair beside her bed.

"Charmingly awkward and annoyingly intelligent?" she quipped, a faint laugh accompanying her words.

"From what I have observed, yes," you agreed, playing along with her characterization.

"You know… he's only got about five years on you," Alex added nonchalantly, but with a teasing tone that made you raise an eyebrow.

"That’s amazing, Alex, what’s cooking in your scary noggin?" you asked, half-joking but also genuinely curious about her sudden interest in the age difference.

"Nothing, my sweet pea, nothing at all," she responded, her expression feigning innocence which didn't fool you one bit.

"I don't believe you for a sec—" you started to say, but were interrupted as the door swung open.

The doctor walked in with Spencer in tow, cutting off your playful interrogation. Spencer gave a small wave, looking slightly embarrassed to be caught in the middle of your family moment, but also relieved to have found the help Alex needed. As the doctor approached the bed to discuss pain management, you exchanged a grateful glance with Spencer, feeling oddly reassured by his presence in this unsettling environment.

After the doctor had left, having administered the necessary medication and made some adjustments to Alex’s treatment plan, Spencer lingered in the room. His analytical mind shifted into high gear as he began to run through his own checklist to ensure that Alex was indeed okay.

He approached the bedside, his eyes scanning the various monitors displaying Alex’s vital signs. “Her heart rate seems stable, and her oxygen levels are good,” Spencer muttered more to himself than anyone else, his fingers hovering just above the data without touching anything.

Turning to Alex, Spencer’s demeanor softened. “How are you feeling now? Any dizziness, nausea, or excessive pain?” he inquired, his voice filled with genuine concern. He knew the importance of patient self-reporting in assessing pain management efficacy.

Alex managed a small smile, appreciating Spencer's thoroughness. “I’m okay, thanks to you and your timely intervention,” she said, her voice still weak but steadier than before.

Spencer nodded, satisfied with her response but still visibly concerned. He then pulled up a chair, positioning himself where he could keep an eye on both Alex and the door. “I’ll stay for a bit, just to make sure everything settles well. I read some recent studies on post-operative care that suggest monitoring for at least an hour after new medication is administered can drastically reduce complications,” he explained, crossing his arms as he settled into the role of a temporary guardian.

“You always were the diligent one,” Alex quipped, her tone light despite her condition. Her eyes met yours, a spark of mischief in them suggesting she enjoyed seeing this side of Spencer, which she so fondly teased him about.

Spencer, slightly embarrassed by the praise, shifted uncomfortably but smiled. He was about to comment back before you spoke up from your chair.

"You were right in your assessment, Mom, annoyingly intelligent," you teased, glancing over at Spencer, whose face fell into an expression of mock offense at the jest.

"What?" he managed, his voice laced with feigned indignity, which only added to the humor of the moment.

"Oh shush, you," Alex intervened gently, her voice carrying a hint of laughter despite her condition. She turned to Spencer, adding, "You’ll have to excuse her rude behavior; she’s adopted, didn't get the nice gene I carry."

"Wow, Alex—" Spencer started, his tone a blend of amusement and shock, but he was cut off by your cackle.

"She’s not even kidding! I was adopted!" you exclaimed, joining in the lighthearted teasing, your laughter filling the room and lightening the atmosphere.

Spencer looked from you to Alex and back again, his initial surprise morphing into delight at the easy flow of humor and conversation. A genuine smile spread across his face as he shook his head, his earlier embarrassment forgotten in the face of such familial warmth.

The playful banter continued to fill the room, bringing lightness and smiles to an otherwise dreary hospital setting. Spencer listened, clearly enjoying the spirited exchange between you and Alex.

"So she's probably not as good at crosswords as you, huh?" Spencer teased, joining in the fun while glancing between you and Alex.

"She wishes! I kicked her ass last time we went toe to toe," you declared with a proud grin, challenging your mother's claim.

"Did not!" Alex retorted, her competitive spirit flaring up despite her condition.

"Did too!" you shot back, both of you unable to keep straight faces.

"Well, Spencer could take you any day," Alex added, throwing a sly look towards Spencer, playfully dragging him into the challenge.

Spencer's reaction was immediate; he sputtered, caught off guard by the double entendre embedded in Alex's statement. His cheeks flushed a faint pink as he quickly tried to regain his composure, fumbling for a response. "I—uh, well, I do enjoy a good crossword," he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly under the unexpected spotlight.

—

The hospital discharge process on that Thursday was a mixture of relief and anxious anticipation. As you assisted your mom with her belongings and helped her into the car, the drive back home was filled with plans and promises—chief among them, your commitment to stay with her until your dad could return from his overseas work. Living independently in Lynchburg had given you a sense of freedom being three hours away, but in times like these, family needed to come first.

Alex, stubborn as stubborn gets, was set on returning to work at the BAU by Monday. Her determination was palpable, a testament to her indomitable spirit. "I'm fine, really. Sitting at home isn't going to make me any better. I need to be doing something," she insisted, brushing off your concerns with a stubborn tilt of her head that left no room for argument. Her resolve was as firm as ever, as unyielding as a mule.

Come Monday morning, the atmosphere at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit was one of cautious celebration. Team members exchanged smiles and warm greetings as Alex walked in, her stride confident but perhaps a tad slower than usual. Each welcome was tinged with a touch of concern, reflecting the team's collective relief and residual worry.

Hotch was the epitome of a caring yet cautious leader. Approaching Alex, he offered a sincere smile that reached his eyes—a rare occurrence that didn’t go unnoticed. "Welcome back, Alex. Are you sure you’re ready to be back?" His tone was gentle yet firm, the underlying note of authority making it clear that her well-being was his priority.

Alex, understanding the weight of his concern, nodded firmly. "I appreciate it, Hotch, but I’m ready. Sitting around isn't really my style, you know that," she replied, her voice carrying that familiar steely resolve.

Hotch studied her for a moment longer, assessing her demeanor and the subtle signs of her recovery. Finally, he gave a slight nod, the gesture conveying both his approval and his continued vigilance. "Alright, but we’re keeping the workload light for now. Let’s ease back into it," he decided, setting parameters that he hoped would safeguard her health without stifling her need to contribute.

—

In the quietude of the BAU breakroom, the gentle hum of the coffee machine served as a backdrop for a seemingly casual conversation between Spencer Reid and Alex Blake. Both were in the process of making coffee, an activity that allowed them a few moments of respite from the demands of their jobs.

“How are you doing?” Spencer inquired, pouring hot water into his mug, his tone carrying genuine concern as he glanced over at Alex.

“Oh, you know me, I’m fine. Needed to get back to work or I’d go crazy,” Alex responded with a wry smile, her hands expertly handling her coffee with practiced ease.

“Is it hard having your daughter stay with you?” Spencer asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice as he added a spoonful of sugar to his drink.

“What? Oh my goodness, no! That girl is the light of my life; she is the only person who can keep me sane aside from my husband,” Alex gushed, her face lighting up at the mention of you. Her affection and pride were unmistakable.

“She seems nice, funny,” Spencer noted, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he recalled the brief interactions he’d had with you.

“Yeah? Is that all you liked about her?” Alex prodded, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes as she took a sip of her coffee.

“I mean, she is clearly intelligent. I appreciate that in a person,” Spencer added, running his fingers through his hair, a sign that he was thinking more deeply about the question than he initially let on.

“Anything else?” Alex continued, her tone teasing yet probing, as if trying to unearth something Spencer hadn’t yet admitted to himself.

“What are you getting at?” Spencer finally asked, a touch of defensiveness creeping into his voice, his eyebrows knitting together in mild confusion.

“Nothing… nothing,” Alex replied, her voice light, though her eyes danced with unspoken implications. She turned away, focusing on finishing her coffee, allowing the question to linger in the air between them.

They continued to tend to their coffees in silence, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. Just as they were finishing up, and Alex was about to walk back to the bullpen, she threw a comment over her shoulder to Spencer, “She’s single, you know?” The words hung in the air as she left, leaving Spencer slightly flustered and more thoughtful than before.

Alex’s parting remark added a new layer to Spencer’s contemplation as he stood in the breakroom, stirring his coffee slowly. The possibility of something more than professional respect or friendship with you seemed to be gently placed in front of him, courtesy of Alex’s subtle matchmaking. Whether or not he would explore that possibility remained an open question as he resumed his day, the idea quietly percolating alongside his morning coffee.

—

In the BAU office on Friday afternoon, the topic of Alex Blake's previously undisclosed daughter became the center of attention. Penelope Garcia, always vibrant and inquisitively affectionate, approached Alex with her characteristic flair.

"Alex Blake! Why am I just now finding out you have a daughter?" Penelope bombarded her in a friendly manner, her curiosity piqued after Spencer had let slip that you had visited the hospital.

"Because I didn’t tell you, Spencer did?" Alex retorted with a playful raise of her eyebrows, a slight smile touching her lips as she turned the tables back on Penelope.

"He did, and thank God for him. Can we meet her?" Penelope pressed, her enthusiasm undimmed.

"I don’t see why not, she’s back home in Lynchburg though," Alex explained, her tone suggesting she was open to the idea, but practical considerations of distance and timing were not lost on her.

"Reid, how far away is that?" Penelope quickly directed her question to Spencer, who was nearby.

"Three hours by car, give or take due to traffic and time of year," Spencer calculated swiftly.

"So she could come back for a weekend?" Penelope continued, already planning in her mind.

"I suppose. I will float her the idea. She is a professor, though, so no promises she will be free anytime soon," Alex tempered expectations, mindful of your professional commitments. Little did they know, you had taken the term off to focus on research, a detail Alex was careful not to disclose prematurely.

Suddenly, Derek Morgan chimed in, having caught the tail end of the conversation. "Blake, you got a daughter?" His interest was as quick as his smile.

"Mhm, I do," Alex affirmed, not missing a beat.

"How old is she? Is she cute?" Derek's questions rolled off his tongue before he could censor them, typical of his straightforward charm.

"Derek Morgan!" Penelope chided, her tone playful yet reproving.

"26-years-old. She is," Alex laughed, not at all offended, appreciating the lighter mood her team brought to the end of a challenging week.

Derek's suggestion to bring you down for a weekend and take you to a bar sparked a lively debate among the BAU team members. The atmosphere was charged with the kind of camaraderie that often led to spontaneous planning sessions for team outings.

JJ, overhearing the spirited discussion, decided to offer a different twist, stepping into the conversation with a more relaxed suggestion. "Or we could finally get Rossi to let us use his pool," she interjected, knowing that a gathering at Rossi's house could offer a more intimate and relaxed setting for everyone.

"Yes!! I love that, that is what we will do," Penelope declared with a flourish, her enthusiasm sealing the decision with finality. Her eyes sparkled with the anticipation of organizing another memorable team gathering, this time perhaps with a new face among them.

The idea of a pool party at Rossi's house quickly gained unanimous approval. The team envisioned a laid-back afternoon filled with laughter, good food, and the chance to unwind together outside the usual high-stakes environment of their daily work.

Alex, watching the exchange, felt pride and slight apprehension. Introducing you to her colleagues in such a casual setting was a big step, but she wanted to trust her team implicitly. She knew that once the plans were set, she would have to give you a call to discuss the upcoming weekend, hoping you'd be as excited about the prospect as everyone seemed to be.

—

Alex reached for her phone and dialed your number. As the phone rang, she found herself hoping you'd share the team's enthusiasm for a weekend visit.

"Hey," Alex began as soon as you picked up, her voice warm and inviting. "I have something potentially fun to propose to you. The team was talking, and they really want to meet you. How would you feel about coming down for a weekend? They're planning a little get-together at Rossi's place—he has a pool, and it's going to be quite the relaxed day."

You responded with excitement, your voice brightening up the call. "That sounds amazing, Mom! I'd love to come down and meet everyone. It'll be nice to see where you work and meet your colleagues."

Alex's heart swelled with joy at your enthusiasm. "Great! They're all excited to meet you, too. Penelope is already planning what she calls 'the ultimate pool party,' so it should be a lot of fun. We can sort out the details later, but I'm just really glad you're up for it."

"Absolutely, I wouldn't miss it for the world," you assured her, the smile in your voice unmistakable. "Just let me know the dates, and I'll make sure I'm there."

"Will do," Alex confirmed, her relief and happiness evident. "I'll send you the details once we finalize everything. Love you and can't wait to see you!"

"Love you too, Mom. See you soon!" you replied, already looking forward to the weekend.

Hanging up the phone, Alex felt a weight lift off her shoulders. Your willingness to engage with her world at the BAU brought her immense comfort and pride. She couldn't wait for the weekend, eager to bridge her two worlds—one of work and one of family—into a single, joyful occasion.

—

As the car rolled through the scenic route leading to Rossi's expansive property, the windows were down, allowing the breeze to carry in the scents and sounds of a perfect weekend. You glanced over at Alex, who was focusing on the road but with a relaxed smile playing on her lips.

"So, is the whole team going to be there today?" you asked casually, your curiosity partly piqued by the descriptions of the various team members you had heard so much about, but especially wanting to see Spencer.

Alex caught the subtle undertone in your question and decided to have a little fun with it. She knew from Spencer's embarrassed reactions and your shy inquiries that there might be a budding interest there. "Oh, the whole team? Well, let's see," she began, her voice teasingly slow. "There's Rossi, of course, it’s his house after all. Derek, Aaron, JJ... they wouldn’t miss it. Penelope has been talking about this non-stop, so yes, she’ll be there with bells on."

You waited, noting she hadn't mentioned Spencer yet, and raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue.

"And then there might be one or two others, you know, the quiet types who prefer to keep a low profile but somehow always end up being the life of the party," Alex continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she finally glanced your way.

"You’re being vague, Mom," you pointed out with a laugh, not missing her playful tone.

"Am I? Maybe a little," Alex conceded with a laugh. "Okay, okay, Spencer will be there. He’s actually quite looking forward to it. Mentioned something about bringing a special book for poolside reading—only Spencer would bring a book to a pool party."

You smiled, feeling a flutter of anticipation at the mention of Spencer's name and his quirky habits. "Sounds like it’s going to be a great day," you said, your voice light and hopeful.

"Absolutely," Alex confirmed, turning into the driveway that led up to Rossi’s beautifully landscaped front yard.

The conversation eased any lingering nerves as the car pulled to a stop. Today wasn't just about meeting the team; it was about fun, relaxation, and perhaps, a little bit of new friendship blossoming under the warm sun by Rossi's pool.

—

As you followed Alex through Rossi's ornate gate, the backyard unfolded into a whimsical mermaid-themed paradise, courtesy of Penelope's vibrant and imaginative decorating style. Streamers in various shades of blue and green fluttered in the breeze, and inflatable sea creatures bobbed in the pool, creating a playful and inviting atmosphere.

"Wait until you see this," Alex said with a chuckle, leading you towards the bar where Savannah and Derek were busy concocting colorful drinks. Both looked up as you approached, their faces lighting up with welcoming smiles.

"Ah, the guest of honor!" Derek exclaimed, his voice warm and teasing. He offered you a mock bow, his charming grin infectious. "Welcome to Rossi’s mermaid lagoon. Can I interest you in a 'Siren’s Call' or perhaps a 'Mermaid’s Kiss'?" he asked, gesturing to the array of drinks with a flourish.

Savannah, chimed in with a playful wink. "Ignore him, he’s been trying to perfect that drink just to use the name as a pickup line all afternoon." She extended her hand in greeting. "I’m Savannah, Derek’s girlfriend. It’s so nice to meet you."

You couldn’t help but laugh, immediately put at ease by their friendly banter. "It’s great to meet you both, too. I’ll start with a 'Mermaid’s Kiss', it sounds like it could be the start of a fun story," you replied, playing along with the theme and their light-hearted demeanor.

Derek quickly set to work, mixing the drink with practiced ease. "Only the best for Alex’s star," he said as he handed you the colorful concoction, garnished with a small umbrella and a twist of lime.

Savannah leaned in slightly, her tone conspiratorial. "So, how are you liking teaching? Derek tells me you’re a professor."

Alex watched with a mixture of pride and amusement as you interacted with her colleague and his beau. It was clear that Savannah and Derek were making a special effort to make you feel welcomed and included, their playful flirting just part of the friendly and open nature of the team.

David Rossi, the gracious host and impeccable in his role, approached the bar with a warm, inviting smile. He was dressed casually yet with an unmistakable elegance that suited his character. Upon seeing you, his eyes lit up with genuine interest, and he extended a hand for a firm, welcoming handshake.

"Ah, you must be Alex's daughter! I've heard so many wonderful things," Rossi greeted you enthusiastically. His demeanor was that of someone who took great pleasure in hosting and ensuring everyone felt at ease.

"It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mr. Rossi," you replied, appreciating the warmth of his welcome.

"Please, call me Dave," he insisted with a dismissive wave of his hand. "And since I'm the one who has the honor of this fine establishment," he gestured grandly to his beautifully decorated backyard, "let me take you on a tour and introduce you to everyone else."

Rossi's offer was punctuated with a charming smile, and he waited courteously for your acceptance.

"That sounds wonderful, thank you," you responded, eager to meet the rest of the team under such friendly auspices.

As you followed Rossi through the vibrant, sunlit backyard, his strides confident yet unhurried, you approached where JJ and Penelope were seated, their laughter carrying over the gentle splash of pool water. Their conversation paused as they looked up, noticing Rossi's approach with a new face beside him.

"JJ, Penelope, I'd like you to meet a very special guest today—Alex's daughter," Rossi introduced you with a warm gesture towards you. His voice held a note of pride, as if he was introducing someone of importance, which in his eyes, you certainly were.

JJ stood up immediately, her expression open and welcoming, "It’s so wonderful to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you." Her greeting was accompanied by a friendly hug, which felt comforting and genuine.

Penelope, the vibrant soul of the team, beamed at you from her seat, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. "Oh my gosh, it's finally so nice to put a face to the name!" she exclaimed, rising to give you a soft squeeze. "We've got to catch you up on all our little secrets," she added with a wink, implying the gossip they were indulging in just moments before.

Rossi chuckled softly, clearly amused by Penelope's unabashed enthusiasm. "Be careful, Penelope might recruit you into her next scheme of fun," he joked, his tone light and teasing.

The interaction felt incredibly warm, and the ease with which both JJ and Penelope included you in their circle spoke volumes about the team's camaraderie. They quickly resumed their lighthearted gossip, seamlessly weaving you into the conversation.

"So, who's in the hot seat today in the world of celebrity mishaps?" you asked, playing along with Penelope's earlier hint.

Penelope clapped her hands delightedly, thrilled at your engagement. "Oh, you are going to love this one," she started, diving into a colorful recounting of the latest Hollywood faux pas, with JJ chiming in with her observations.

As Rossi watched the exchange, a content smile played on his lips. It was clear to him—and soon to you—that the BAU team was not just a group of colleagues but a family, one that was now opening its arms to you. His role as the host had subtly shifted to that of an observer, pleased with the seamless integration of new and old members of his extended family.

Rossi continued guiding you through the festive backyard, his next destination being where Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid were situated. They had positioned themselves slightly apart from the more boisterous groups, each enjoying the serene atmosphere in their own way—Aaron relaxed with a slight smile on his face, eyes closed, and Spencer absorbed in a book, his typical form of relaxation.

As you approached, Rossi announced, "Aaron, Spencer, look who's here to join us."

Hotch opened his eyes and sat up straighter, offering a welcoming nod and a professional, "It's nice to meet you." His greeting, though brief, was filled with the quiet respect he accorded all his team's family members.

Spencer, on the other hand, reacted with a more visible shift in demeanor. He looked up from his book, and upon seeing you, his face lit up with an eager smile, quickly tempered by a hint of nervousness as he stood to greet you. His movements were a bit awkward, typical of Spencer when he was flustered or overly excited.

"Hi, it's really good to see you again," Spencer said, his voice slightly higher pitched than usual. He extended his hand for a handshake, then seemed to reconsider, pulling it back slightly before committing to the gesture.

As you greeted him, Spencer's eyes briefly met yours, but then, seemingly overwhelmed, darted away. He glanced at the book in his hand as if considering whether to explain what he was reading, then back at your face, and finally, his gaze drifted—albeit quickly and almost guiltily—over your attire. Your cover-up was sheer, hinting at the swimsuit beneath, and despite his best efforts, Spencer found it challenging to maintain steady eye contact, his cheeks coloring slightly.

Rossi, noticing Spencer's discomfort, chuckled softly and clapped him on the shoulder. "Spencer here was just reading about some of the finer points of historical linguistics. Weren't you, Reid?" he teased, trying to ease the tension and bring Spencer back into his element.

Spencer nodded, grateful for the diversion. "Yes, um, it's quite fascinating how language evolves over time and—" He caught himself, realizing he might be diving too deep too quickly, and offered a more restrained smile. "But that's probably not very interesting poolside talk."

Aaron, ever the observer, added with a smile, "Spencer's always ready to teach us something new."

“I’m always eager to learn something new,” you said with a flirty undertone, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you took in Spencer’s outfit.

He blinked, slightly startled by your boldness but clearly flattered, his cheeks taking on a faint pink hue. "Well, I suppose I have plenty of interesting facts I could share," he replied, attempting to match your playful energy, though there was a hint of nervousness in his tone.

You stood next to him, the conversation flowing effortlessly amidst the summer ambiance. "I like this look on you, by the way," you commented, gesturing to his Hawaiian shirt with a smile. "It suits you."

Spencer chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses as he responded, "Thanks. You look great too, very summery."

The mutual compliments created a relaxed ease between you, and you noticed his eyes lingering on you with admiration and bashfulness. Despite his usual analytical nature, the hint of awkwardness only added to his charm.

Rossi, observing the exchange with a knowing smile, eventually excused himself, leaving you both to enjoy the peacefulness of the afternoon and the opportunity to get to know each other better. With the sound of the pool splashing in the background and the distant hum of music playing, the day felt full of promise and potential.

“I think I’ll go get another drink and put my feet in the water, do you want to join me?”, you offered to Spencer as your conversation fizzled naturally.

Spencer hesitated, his reservation momentarily overriding the tempting offer. "Um, maybe. I might meet you in a little," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty but also a hint of hopefulness that he might indeed muster the courage to join you soon.

As you walked away, the gentle sway of your cover-up catching the light breeze, Aaron Hotchner watched the interaction with a small, knowing grin. He turned to Spencer, who was clearly lost in thought, and remarked casually yet pointedly, "You two seem to get along nicely."

Spencer's response was quick, both defensive and embarrassed. "Leave it alone, Hotch," he muttered, trying to mask his flustered state with a brief glance back at the book he had barely read since you arrived.

"I didn’t say anything," Aaron replied, his voice smooth and teasing, a rare break from his usually stoic demeanor.

"You didn’t have to," Spencer retorted, his tone softening, acknowledging the implicit understanding that his feelings—or at least his interest—were quite transparent to his perceptive boss.

Aaron chuckled softly, allowing the conversation to drop, respecting Spencer's privacy. He knew well the challenges his team faced in balancing personal lives with the demands of their intense careers. Observing Spencer's interaction with you brought a rare paternal sense of pride; he was always quietly supportive of his team's happiness outside the stressful confines of their work.

Spencer, left to his thoughts, watched you from a distance as you mingled effortlessly with the others, his mind racing with possibilities and the fear of stepping out of his comfort zone. The gentle nudge from Hotch was both unnerving and reassuring.

As Spencer sat absorbed in his internal debate, his attention was unwittingly captured by your movements. You, perhaps feeling the heat more intensely, decided it was time to embrace the full spirit of the pool party. With a graceful motion that seemed as natural as the breeze around, you slipped off your sheer cover-up, revealing the vibrant swimsuit underneath.

The sight momentarily stunned Spencer, his usually sharp mind faltering as he took in the way the fabric of your swimsuit embraced your figure. It was a simple moment, one often repeated in such settings, but for Spencer, it was as if time had slowed down. The pattern and the cut of the swimsuit accentuated your curves beautifully, catching him completely off guard.

As you turned to sit at the pool's edge, your back to him, Spencer's face flushed a deeper shade of red. He was an adult, well-versed in the biological responses of the human body, yet found himself embarrassingly unprepared to deal with his own reaction. His swimsuit, betraying his attempt to remain composed, began to feel uncomfortably tight.

Spencer hastily pulled a towel over his lap, his eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed his discomfort. He felt a mix of adolescent awkwardness and adult embarrassment, his mind racing with both scientific explanations for his physiological reactions and a desperate wish for them to cease.

He took a deep breath, trying to refocus on the book in his hands, but the words blurred before his eyes. With a slight shake of his head, he chided himself silently for his lack of control. It was just a swimsuit at a pool party, after all—perfectly normal. Yet, the simplicity of the situation did little to calm his racing heart or cool his flushed cheeks.

Spencer realized that his feelings were perhaps more complicated than he had initially allowed himself to acknowledge. The book now forgotten, he shifted his focus back to the sounds of the pool party, using the laughter and splashing as a lifeline to pull himself back to the reality of the festive day around him. He needed a moment to collect himself, to restore the balance between his intellectual mind and the surprisingly strong emotional responses elicited by your mere presence.

Derek's voice cut through Spencer's thoughts, a lifeline thrown with impeccable timing. "Yo Reid, come join us!" he hollered, waving from the pool where he and others were splashing around, clearly enjoying the perfect balance of sun and water.

"Coming!" Spencer's response came out higher-pitched than he intended, a squeak that betrayed his nervous energy. He set his book down, decisively pushing aside his hesitation as he stood to remove his shirt. The action was simple, revealing the lean, wiry frame he usually kept hidden beneath layers of button-ups and cardigans.

As you watched Spencer join the festivities, you couldn't help but appreciate the view. His torso, though not heavily muscled, was toned and fit. A small patch of hair led intriguingly into his trunks, adding a surprisingly human detail to the brilliant mind you knew him to be.

Caught up in the moment, you didn't realize your gaze had lingered a bit too long until you caught your mom's eye. Alex, quite observant, gave you a teasing look, wiggling her eyebrows in a silent commentary on your obvious interest. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment, and you playfully flipped her off, which only made her chuckle softly.

Spencer, who was in the process of applying sunscreen, caught the tail end of this exchange. He looked from you to Alex, his expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Alex, maintaining her role as both mother and subtle matchmaker, simply winked at him, a silent endorsement of the budding interest she witnessed.

Spencer, now shirtless and a little more exposed than he usually allowed himself to be, took a deep breath and managed a shy smile. He made his way to the pool's edge, his initial embarrassment fading into a quiet resolve to enjoy the day fully—not just as Dr. Reid, but as Spencer.

As Spencer made his way into the water, Derek's voice boomed across the pool area, filled with his typical teasing bravado. "Woo-hoo! Pretty boy in the pool!" he cheered, clapping his hands in mock celebration, his wide smile indicating his pleasure at getting Spencer to join the fun.

Spencer, now somewhat accustomed to Derek's ways, rolled his eyes good-naturedly and shot back, "Keep it down, Morgan, or I'll start sharing all your college stories." His voice carried a light threat, but the grin on his face showed he was in the spirit of the jest.

Savannah, floating nearby on an inflatable raft, laughed and joined in the banter. "Oh, I want to hear those stories, Spencer!" she called out, her tone playful. "Especially the ones Derek never tells."

Derek waggled a finger at both Spencer and Savannah. "Traitors, the both of you," he joked, splashing water their way, which only incited more laughter.

You, watching the exchange from the edge where you'd just dipped your feet into the cool water, couldn't help but laugh at their antics. "Don’t let him bully you, Spencer. You have full immunity here!" you chimed in, giving Spencer an encouraging nod.

Spencer, feeling buoyed by the support, pretended to ponder your words. "Hmm, full immunity? This could be interesting," he mused aloud, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, Derek, how about we start with the story of the mascot costume and the dean’s car?"

Derek’s laughter boomed louder, and he splashed towards Spencer, who quickly retaliated, and soon a playful water fight ensued. Savannah cheered them on, while you clapped, thoroughly enjoying the light-hearted energy.

As the splashing settled, Derek wrapped an arm around Savannah, pulling her close with a wet but warm embrace. "Alright, alright, no more secrets today," he conceded, still laughing. "Pretty boy gets a pass—for now."

The afternoon sun shone brightly over the scene, casting a sparkling sheen on the water and highlighting the smiles on everyone’s faces.

Derek's voice carried across the water, teasing yet inviting, as he called out to you, "Hey, mini Blake, why don't you take the plunge and actually join us?" His playful challenge echoed around the pool, drawing chuckles from the others.

You glanced around, feeling the friendly eyes of the group on you, including Spencer's encouraging smile. With a spirited laugh, you stood up from your spot at the pool's edge, deciding to respond to Derek's challenge with equal gusto.

"Alright, you asked for it!" you declared. With a running start to gather momentum, you sprinted a few steps and executed a graceful cannonball into the pool, causing a splash that drenched Derek and a few others nearby.

As you surfaced, wiping water from your face, you were met with applause and more laughter. "Nice entrance!" Spencer commented, clearly impressed by your bold move.

Derek splashed water towards you, still grinning. "That's the spirit! Now it's a real party!" he exclaimed, his tone boisterous.

As the fun and games continued between Derek and Savannah, now joined by JJ and Penelope, you and Spencer found yourselves swimming towards the edge of the pool to take a quieter break. You both rested your arms on the ledge, the water lapping gently around you. The ambiance of the party—lively and loud in the background—created a sort of intimate bubble for the two of you to chat away from the crowd.

Spencer, who was usually more reserved, seemed to relax as the conversation between you flowed easily. He laughed softly at a joke you made, his eyes lighting up with genuine amusement. However, as he became more comfortable, he found his gaze inadvertently drifting. Despite his best intentions, Spencer couldn't help but notice how the water accentuated your figure, particularly how your swimsuit clung to your curves. His eyes, almost of their own accord, kept flicking towards your chest before he would catch himself and hurriedly look away, cheeks tinged with a flush of embarrassment.

Noticing his discomfort, you decided to steer the conversation to a safer topic, perhaps something academic or related to a shared interest, to put him at ease. "So, Spencer, you mentioned a book you were reading earlier? What's it about?" you asked, giving him an opening to divert his attention to more familiar ground.

Spencer seemed grateful for the change in topic, quickly seizing the opportunity to talk about something he was comfortable with. "Oh, yes, it's actually quite fascinating," he began, his enthusiasm bubbling as he delved into a description of the book. It was a historical analysis of cryptology used during the Cold War—a subject that captivated him. As he spoke, his hands animatedly moved, illustrating the complexities of code-breaking and espionage.

As the conversation between you and Spencer continued to flow, light and engaging, you noticed that despite his initial efforts to focus on the intellectual topics at hand, his gaze occasionally wandered back down. Deciding to address it with a touch of humor to keep the atmosphere relaxed and flirty, you gave him a playful smile.

"Spencer, do I have something on my swimsuit? You keep looking down," you teased, your tone light but with a teasing undertone, trying to make light of his nervous glances.

Caught in the act, Spencer's face turned a deeper shade of red, and he stammered for a moment, searching for the right words. "Oh, uh, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—I mean, I wasn't..." he trailed off, clearly flustered but also trying not to seem rude or inappropriate.

Realizing he was genuinely embarrassed, you laughed softly, aiming to ease his discomfort. "It's okay, Spencer. I'm just teasing you. But if you keep looking, you might owe me a compliment or two to make up for it," you suggested, your smile widening, giving him a clear signal that you weren't offended but rather amused by his bashfulness.

Spencer's relief was clear as he managed a small, shy smile in return. "Well, in that case," he began, taking a moment to compose himself, "I think you look... really beautiful today. The sunlight and the water just... I mean, you looked beautiful last time too, but today it's just more, I guess."

Your heart warmed at his earnest compliment, and you could tell by his expression that he meant every word, even if it was delivered with a touch of Spencer's typical awkward charm. "Thank you, Spencer. That's very sweet of you to say," you responded, your voice softening, appreciative of his sincerity.

The tension dissolved, replaced by a newfound comfort. You both continued chatting, the conversation now sprinkled with more shared laughs and less hesitation. As the pool party carried on around you, your interaction became a memorable highlight of the day.

—

As the afternoon sun began to wane, casting long shadows over the pool area, Rossi decided it was the perfect moment to transition from water activities to a more laid-back dining experience. He moved towards the grill, a practiced hand at hosting, and began to fire it up, signaling a shift in the day's activities.

"Alright, everyone, let's give the pool a break and gather around for some good food!" Rossi announced, his voice carrying over the chatter and splashes. His call was met with enthusiastic responses, as the guests, including you and Spencer, began to make your way toward the designated dining area, where tables were set up under a string of lights that flickered softly in the evening air.

The smell of grilling food filled the air, a blend of spices and smoke that promised a delicious meal. As people settled around the tables, you found yourself sitting next to Spencer, the earlier poolside interaction having naturally drawn the two of you closer.

With plates filled with grilled delights—vegetables charred to perfection, juicy steaks, and flavorful chicken—the conversation flowed freely. You and Spencer, now more comfortable with each other, delved into topics that revealed more about your personalities and backgrounds.

"So, what got you interested in your field of work?" you asked Spencer, genuinely curious about what drove his passion for his often intense and challenging job.

Spencer, appreciative of the opportunity to share more about his work in a casual setting, responded thoughtfully. "I've always been fascinated by the workings of the human mind, the how and why people do what they do. It's like solving a puzzle, but every piece is a human action or decision," he explained, his eyes lighting up with the excitement of sharing his passion.

"And what about you? Alex might have mentioned you were doing some research this term. What's it about?" Spencer turned the question around, showing his interest in your pursuits.

You shared your research focus, explaining the complexities of your study in a way that made it accessible yet intriguing. "It's about the intersection of technology and human interaction. How digital spaces shape our perceptions and relationships," you explained, watching his reaction closely.

"That sounds incredibly relevant, especially considering how much of our lives are intertwined with technology now," Spencer noted, his response thoughtful and encouraging.

As the meal progressed, the ambiance around the tables was warm and inviting, with laughter and stories exchanged freely. Rossi, moving between groups, ensured everyone had what they needed, his hosting skills making the evening seem effortless.

After the plates cleared and everyone settled into a comfortable lull, full and content, Rossi leaned back in his chair with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, nothing brings a team together quite like sharing war stories—and I'm not just talking about the cases we've solved. How about we go around and share some of our most memorable—or better yet, embarrassing—field moments? I'll start."

The group perked up, eager to partake in the storytelling. Rossi recounted a tale from his early days in the FBI, involving a mistaken identity, a runaway dog, and a mud pit that left him looking less than dignified at a critical moment. The story drew hearty laughs and set a jovial tone.

Encouraged by Rossi's self-deprecating humor, Hotch followed with his own story, sharing a rare glimpse into his less stoic side with a tale about a botched undercover operation that involved an accidentally activated car alarm during a stakeout.

The mood lightened, and one by one, team members chimed in with their own stories. When it was Spencer's turn, he hesitated for a moment, his natural shyness creeping in. But encouraged by the laughter and the supportive atmosphere, he began to share.

"So, there was this one time I was sent to collect evidence from a very cluttered antique shop," Spencer started, his voice holding amusement and embarrassment. "I was navigating through aisles crammed with delicate items, and I accidentally bumped into a shelf."

You leaned in, intrigued, as Spencer continued, "Everything happened in slow motion. I tried to catch one falling vase, which led me to knock over another, and it ended up being a disastrous domino effect of antiques crashing around me. I was mortified, especially when the shop owner came running."

The table erupted in laughter, not at Spencer's expense but in shared sympathy for the awkward situation. Spencer's face was a shade of red, but he was smiling, relieved to have shared the story and found humor in the reflection.

"Needless to say," Spencer concluded, "I learned a valuable lesson in spatial awareness that day, and I think I single-handedly funded the shop's insurance claim for the next year."

Your laughter mingled with the others, and you found yourself admiring Spencer's willingness to share such a humbling moment. It showcased his endearing vulnerability and his capacity to laugh at himself—a side of him that wasn't always apparent in the seriousness of his work.

—

As the evening began to wind down, with the laughter and conversations tapering into more subdued exchanges, Spencer found himself gently cornered by Alex, her expression earnest and somewhat conspiratorial. Under the soft glow of the garden lights, Alex's face was both motherly and determined.

"Are you going to do it?" she asked, her tone direct yet encouraging.

Spencer, caught off guard, roused his hair nervously. "Do what?" he responded, feigning confusion though he had a sinking feeling he knew exactly what Alex was referring to.

"Ask her out," Alex clarified, her gaze piercing as she studied Spencer's apprehensive demeanor.

"Alex… she's your daughter," Spencer replied, the words tinged with both respect and hesitation, as if that fact alone was a significant barrier.

"And?" Alex countered, undeterred. "I'm giving you my permission and encouragement." Her voice was soft but firm, a clear indication she had considered this conversation beforehand.

"She lives three hours away," Spencer pointed out, trying to find rational reasons to temper what he feared was a growing interest on his part, one he wasn't sure how to navigate.

"You both have cars," Alex retorted quickly, almost as if she had anticipated every excuse he might offer.

"We travel a lot," Spencer added, his tone reflecting the logistical complications of his job.

"So does she," Alex responded smoothly, her confidence unshaken.

"Why are you so adamant this happens?" Spencer finally asked, his frustration mingling with curiosity. He was typically analytical, preferring to understand the variables in any equation, and Alex's push was a variable he hadn't expected.

"Why are you so adamant that it doesn’t?" Alex shot back, her question sharp and to the point. She paused, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Spencer, I know my daughter, and I know the kind of person who could make her happy. You're a good man, and regardless of the logistics, I think you could make each other very happy. Don't let fear of a few road trips get in the way of something that could be wonderful."

Her words, spoken with a mix of motherly insight and friendly advice, gave Spencer pause. He looked over to where you were laughing softly with Derek and Penelope, the warm light casting a glow around you. Something in his chest tightened with hope and hesitation.

Alex placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch reassuring. "Think about it, Spencer. Life’s too short for what-ifs."

As Alex walked away, leaving Spencer to his thoughts, he knew she was right. The challenges of distance and schedules were surmountable, but the risk of never exploring what could be between him and you was not. With a deep breath, Spencer resolved to think it over, Alex’s words echoing in his mind as he watched you from across the garden, pondering the possibilities that lay ahead.

Your approach caught Spencer slightly off-guard as he stood there lost in thought, the soft lighting of the garden illuminating the gentle curiosity in your eyes. "Hey doctor," you greeted, your tone light and friendly.

"Hi," Spencer responded, his voice a mixture of warmth and a hint of nervousness that he couldn't quite mask.

"What are you doing over here all alone?" you inquired, stepping closer to him, your presence effortlessly comforting.

"Thinking," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours briefly before looking away as if to gather his thoughts.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you offered, a playful tilt to your voice that seemed to ease some of the tension from Spencer's shoulders.

"For you, for free," he replied with a small, genuine smile, appreciating the ease with which you interacted with him. "Does your mom always try to set you up?"

"Set me up? As in pranks or dates?" you asked, a little laugh escaping you as you pondered which kind of setting up Alex might be more likely to engage in.

"Well, I'm curious about the pranks. But for now, dates," Spencer clarified, his tone suggesting he was treading into more personal territory.

"No, she has never tried to set me up on a date," you said, genuinely surprised by the revelation.

"She just did," Spencer confessed, watching your reaction closely.

"With who?" Your question was quick, filled with curiosity and a flicker of excitement.

"Me," he admitted, his heart rate picking up as he gauged your response to this unexpected twist.

"Did it work?" you asked, a playful yet meaningful question hanging between you, the night air filled with the potential of what might come next.

"I'm not sure yet," Spencer said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a hopeful smile.

"Can I help you decide?" Your words were bold, stepping into the space he offered, both literally and metaphorically.

"Maybe," Spencer replied, his smile broadening, touched by your forwardness and the sincerity behind it. His academic mind knew the complexities of human relationships, yet here, with you, it seemed simpler, more natural.

As you both stood there, the soft noises of the party in the background, a comfortable silence fell over you. It was the kind of moment that seemed to pause, allowing both of you to savor the potential of a new beginning. Spencer felt a rare sense of anticipation, a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying, as he considered what it might mean to take a chance on what your mother had so boldly orchestrated.

"Let's take a walk," you suggested, gesturing towards the garden path that wound its way around Rossi’s property. "We can talk about pranks and other catastrophes."

"Lead the way," Spencer said, a newfound lightness in his step as he joined you, ready to explore wherever this unexpected conversation might lead.

As you and Spencer began your walk along the garden path, the ambient lighting from the party casting gentle shadows around you, the atmosphere seemed ripe for deeper conversation. The air was cooler here, away from the crowd, and the quiet provided a perfect backdrop for getting to know each other better.

"So about those catastrophes... what did you have in mind?" he joked, his tone light and teasing as you both strolled along the garden path.

"Well, you could take me to dinner and I could spill hot soup on your lap," you quipped back, a mischievous glint in your eyes. The suggestion was absurd enough to draw a genuine laugh from Spencer, who seemed more at ease with each passing moment.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed, playing along with the scenario. "That sounds disastrous...and painful. Maybe we should skip the soup and go straight to dessert to avoid any potential accidents." His smile was easy, and his suggestion carried a hint of an actual date proposal, testing the waters to see how you'd respond.

"And that's where you're wrong, Dr. Reid. Too much sugar and I could throw up on you," you joked, your eyes twinkling with humor. This back-and-forth was shaping up to be an entertaining dance of wits.

A mock look of horror crossed Spencer's face as he considered your warning. "Well, that would certainly make for a memorable first date, wouldn't it?" he said, his tone light but with a laugh that suggested he was thoroughly enjoying the conversation.

Spencer's quick wit met each of your playful challenges with a matching jest, his eyes sparkling with delight at the banter that seemed only to draw you two closer. "Indeed! We could see a movie?" you suggested, shifting the conversation to potentially safer territory.

"Hmm, but then someone could talk the whole time, ruining our whole experience," he countered, raising an eyebrow in feigned concern.

"How rude! Then we’ll just have to have a picnic in the park," you offered up another alternative, your voice laced with laughter.

"And get ticks? Do you want to die?" Spencer retorted, a dramatic shiver accompanying his words.

"No, I guess not," you laughed, the absurdity of the escalating scenarios adding a light-hearted tone to the evening. "Maybe we shouldn’t go out then? Safer that way," you teased, gauging his reaction to the mock suggestion.

Spencer paused, his gaze softening as he looked at you, a sincere smile spreading across his face. "I don’t know, the reward seems worth the risk," he finally said, his voice lowering slightly in a more earnest tone. This simple statement, layered with meaning, seemed to anchor the playful conversation with a genuine expression of interest.

The air between you grew charged with the unspoken acknowledgment of the connection forming, as if the jokes and laughter had woven a thread that pulled you inevitably closer. Spencer's admission, veiled though it was in the ongoing joke, hinted at a deeper sentiment, suggesting that whatever minor calamities might accompany a date, the chance to spend time together outweighed them all.

"Alright, Dr. Reid," you responded, matching his serious tone with a lightness that kept the mood buoyant. "Let’s take that risk. Dinner, a movie, or even battling ticks in the park—let's just make sure it's memorable."

Spencer nodded, his agreement sealing the playful pact. "It’s a date then. And who knows? It might just be disaster-free."

"Boring," you giggled, playing along with the teasing theme of your budding relationship. "Do you happen to have a cell phone, Spencer? Or should I start writing you letters?"

Spencer's eyes lit up with amusement at your mention of letter writing, a hint of old-fashioned charm mingling with modern flirtation. "I'd love to exchange letters with you," he said earnestly, “but… the U.S. postal service doesn’t allow for the speed at which I’d like to plan our date.”

"Oh, so you're eager then?" you teased, leaning in slightly.

"Absolutely," Spencer replied, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "When it comes to something—or someone—important, I believe in being timely."

"Well, in that case," you continued, matching his earnest tone with a playful smirk, "perhaps modern technology can serve us better. Shall we exchange numbers instead? It might not be as romantic as a letter, but it’s certainly quicker."

Spencer nodded, readily agreeing as he pulled out his phone, a slightly old model that seemed to suit his slightly out-of-time character. "That sounds like a plan. We can save the letter writing for less urgent communications. Like... thank you notes after the date?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow in a question that also seemed to confirm there would indeed be something to be thankful for after your date.

You both exchanged phones to input your numbers, the action feeling both significant and natural. As you handed his phone back, your fingers brushed briefly, sending a small, unintentional spark of anticipation through both of you.

"Thank you notes sound promising," you said, locking your phone with his number saved. "But let's make sure there's plenty to be thankful for."

"I have no doubts about that," Spencer replied, his confidence surprising even himself. He was usually more reserved, but something about you drew out a more assertive side of him.

—

In the gentle hum of the car on the way home, Alex couldn't resist teasing you a bit more, the soft glow of the dashboard lights illuminating a knowing smile on her face. "You're going to marry Spencer," she declared, her tone playful yet hinting at the underlying seriousness of a mother who's seen a spark worth noting.

"Shut up, mother," you replied, your voice a mixture of embarrassment and affection, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a smile. Despite the protest, there was a flutter of excitement in your heart, a small part of you wondering about the possibilities that lay ahead with Spencer.

The car ride became a cocoon of warmth and laughter as Alex continued to tease gently, and you deflected with feigned annoyance. But underneath the playful banter, there was a shared understanding that this evening might just be the beginning of something special.

—

As soon as Spencer arrived home, the quiet of his apartment amplifying the excitement of the evening, he found himself reaching for his phone. He wanted to maintain the connection that had so pleasantly marked the day, and sending a text seemed like the perfect way to cap off the night. He opened a new message, typing with a hint of eagerness that felt both thrilling and slightly unfamiliar.

As he sent the message, a small part of him worried about appearing too eager, but the genuine enjoyment he'd felt throughout the evening bolstered his confidence. Spencer believed in honesty and direct communication, values that seemed even more important when it came to someone he found as intriguing as you.

Your phone buzzed lightly on the table, drawing your attention away from the evening’s winding down thoughts. You picked it up to find a message from Spencer, his words bringing a warm smile to your face.

Home safe. Thank you for a wonderful evening. When can I see you again?

The message was simple but laden with the kind of earnestness that was quintessentially Spencer. Eager to keep the conversation going, you quickly typed back.

Glad you made it back safely! I had a great time too. How about this weekend? I don’t mind driving back, mom said a new cafe opened downtown…

Sending the message, you felt a flutter of excitement at the prospect of continuing to explore the budding relationship. Spencer's quick response not only showed his interest but also reassured you that the feelings were mutual, setting the stage for what could be the next of many beautiful moments together.

—

Driving into Quantico on Friday evening, you were filled with anticipation and a touch of nervous excitement. You didn’t want to risk being late for your morning date with Spencer, so you decided to spend the night at your mom’s place. It turned out to be the perfect decision, as you and Alex spent the evening together in a flurry of girlish excitement.

The night was a delightful throwback to your teenage years—painting nails, doing each other's hair, and giggling like schoolgirls over the prospect of your upcoming date.

"Do you think he’ll like this shade?" you asked, holding up a bottle of nail polish.

"Oh, definitely," Alex replied with a conspiratorial grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But the real question is, will he be able to keep his eyes off you?"

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes at her teasing. The evening passed with laughter and stories, your mom sharing her own tales of first dates and romantic adventures. It was a bonding experience that left you feeling both nostalgic and buoyant about the day ahead.

—

When Saturday morning rolled around, you were up early, butterflies dancing in your stomach. Spencer was due to pick you up at 9 AM, and as the clock ticked closer to the hour, you found yourself checking the mirror more than once to make sure everything was perfect.

Right on time, a knock echoed from the front door. Spencer’s punctuality was something you appreciated—it spoke of his character and his consideration for others. Alex opened the door, greeting Spencer with her usual warmth and a hint of teasing that seemed to run in the family.

"Good morning, Alex," Spencer greeted, standing on the doorstep with a slight nervousness that was both endearing and charming.

"Morning, Spencer. Don’t you look handsome?" Alex complimented, her eyes twinkling as she took in his outfit. Spencer had opted for his classic style—a simple cardigan over a button-up shirt. It was understated yet put-together, reflecting his thoughtful nature.

Spencer blushed at the compliment, glancing down at his clothes with a shy smile. "Do you think she’ll like it?" he asked, his tone earnest.

Before Alex could respond, you rounded the corner, catching him off guard. "I think so," you said with a playful grin. "Although I think suspenders would have really tied the whole look together."

Your teasing made Spencer chuckle, his initial nervousness dissipating in the warmth of your humor. "I’ll remember that for next time," he replied, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Alex laughed, stepping aside to let Spencer in. "Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Have a wonderful time," she said, giving you a knowing smile before retreating to give you both some privacy.

You and Spencer exchanged a quick, excited glance as he offered you his arm. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice filled with the promise of a day spent in good company.

"Absolutely," you replied, taking his arm and feeling a thrill at the beginning of what was sure to be a memorable date. The morning was bright, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the world seemed to open up before you as you stepped out the door, ready to explore the day together.

As you walked towards his car, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement, the anticipation of a new chapter with someone who had quickly become more than just an acquaintance in your life. Spencer, with his thoughtful nature and quiet charm, had intrigued you from the start, and now, with the day ahead, you were eager to see where this path might lead.

“So far, so good…” you mumbled to yourself as Spencer started driving, trying to calm your nerves with a little humor.

“What was that?” he laughed, glancing over at you with a curious smile, clearly enjoying the light-heartedness of the morning.

“Well, neither of us fell down the steps, and you haven’t crashed the car,” you joked, trying to keep things upbeat despite the butterflies in your stomach.

“Yet,” he added, winking playfully.

“Thank you for reminding me,” you shot back with a grin, your nerves easing a bit at his playful attitude.

“Just keeping your expectations in check,” he teased, his voice carrying that signature blend of intelligence and humor that you were already growing fond of.

—

When you arrived at the new café, Spencer wasted no time showing off his gentlemanly side. He quickly rounded the car to open your door, then opened the café door to let you in, a small but meaningful gesture that made your heart skip a beat. He was attentive and respectful, qualities that seemed to define him beyond his impressive intellect.

As you both approached the counter, Spencer insisted on paying for your drink and pastry, despite your playful protests. “I’ve got this,” he said with a smile, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Alright, but next time, it’s on me,” you playfully warned, accepting his kindness while making a mental note to repay the gesture in the future.

Once seated in a quiet corner booth, the cozy ambiance of the café surrounded you with the soft aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods. However, as you settled into your seat, a wave of nerves washed over you. You were sitting across from the sweetest, most intelligent man you’d ever met, who also happened to be incredibly handsome. The weight of the moment suddenly felt significant, and you found yourself worrying about making a good impression.

What if you said something wrong, and he decided this would be your last date? Or worse, what if you two started dating, and he realized later on that you weren’t worth his time? The thoughts were relentless, and you tried to push them aside, but they lingered, casting a shadow over your otherwise perfect morning.

As if sensing your unease, Spencer reached across the table, placing a gentle hand on your forearm. His touch was reassuring, grounding you in the present moment. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked softly, echoing the words you’d used back at the pool party, his eyes full of genuine concern and interest.

You took a deep breath, smiling at his thoughtful gesture. "I'm afraid they're going to cost more than that," you replied, attempting to keep your tone light, though the hint of anxiety was still present.

Spencer’s brow furrowed slightly, showing his empathy. "You don’t have to worry. I’m here because I want to be," he said, his voice sincere and calming. "Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not as daunting as it seems."

His words offered comfort, a reminder that this date wasn’t an audition or a test but rather an opportunity to enjoy each other’s company. Spencer was someone who valued authenticity and kindness, and he was sitting here with you, eager to learn more about who you truly were.

Taking a sip of your coffee to steady yourself, you decided to share a bit of your inner turmoil. "I guess I’m just overthinking things," you admitted, meeting his gaze. "Sometimes I worry about saying the wrong thing or not living up to expectations."

Spencer nodded, understanding reflected in his eyes. "I know how that feels," he said. "But I’m really enjoying getting to know you, and there’s no pressure here. Just be yourself—that’s more than enough."

His reassurance was like a balm to your nerves, the sincerity in his eyes melting away your fears. You realized that Spencer, with all his brilliance and kindness, was just as interested in discovering the real you as you were in discovering the real him.

With that understanding, the conversation flowed more freely. You found yourselves laughing over shared interests, discussing your favorite books, and even diving into topics that revealed your mutual curiosity about the world. As the morning unfolded, you felt more and more at ease, confident in the knowledge that this was just the beginning of a meaningful connection.

—

Once you and Spencer had spent a considerable amount of time talking and enjoying each other's company in the cafe, you both realized it was probably time to head out. The two of you exchanged a knowing glance as a group of patrons eyed your now empty cups and plates, clearly hoping to claim your cozy corner booth for themselves.

Stepping out onto the bustling sidewalk, the sun was now high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the streets. The air was filled with the lively energy of a city on a Saturday morning, and the thought of ending your date felt premature.

Spencer, ever the gentleman, turned to you with a hopeful expression. "I hope this doesn't come across as too eager," he began, his eyes earnest and sincere, "but I really don't want this to end yet."

His admission made your heart skip a beat, the sincerity behind his words sparking a flutter of excitement. "I like eager, and I like you," you replied with a smile that matched his, both playful and genuine. "I don't want this to end either. What should we do?"

Spencer paused, considering his options before speaking again. "Is it presumptuous to invite you to my apartment?" he asked, his tone carefully casual, though the question carried a subtle undertone of hopefulness.

Feigning shock, you exaggerated a pout, leaning into the playful dynamic that had defined your morning together. "I knew it," you said, shaking your head with mock disapproval.

"What?" Spencer looked genuinely confused for a moment, his brow furrowing as he tried to decipher your expression.

"You just want to get in my pants," you teased, maintaining the pout for effect but letting a mischievous smile slip through.

Spencer's face flushed a deep shade of pink, his eyes widening in surprise and mild horror. "No, no, that's not— I mean, I didn't mean it like that," he stammered, scrambling to explain himself as you watched with growing amusement.

Unable to keep up the charade, you broke into laughter, the sound infectious and lighthearted. "Relax, Spencer," you reassured him between giggles, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm just messing with you."

His expression softened, relief washing over him as he joined in your laughter, though still a bit flustered. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?" he admitted, shaking his head with a sheepish grin.

"You did," you agreed, playfully bumping your shoulder against his. "But in all seriousness, I'd love to see your place. And maybe continue our conversation over another cup of coffee or a game of chess?"

Spencer's face lit up at your suggestion, his enthusiasm unmistakable. "I have an excellent chess set," he said, eager to share a part of his world with you. "And plenty of coffee. My apartment is just a short walk from here."

As you strolled side by side through the lively streets, you felt a sense of anticipation building. The playful banter and shared laughter from earlier had created a comfortable atmosphere.

—

The walk to Spencer's apartment was filled with easy conversation, each of you sharing snippets of your lives, interests, and quirks. By the time you reached his building, you felt as if you'd known him for much longer than the short time you had.

Spencer led you up the stairs to his apartment, his excitement palpable as he unlocked the door and welcomed you inside. The space was neat and organized, with bookshelves lining the walls, each one filled to the brim with an impressive collection of literature.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Spencer said with a shy smile, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable. "I apologize for the mess," he added, though the room was anything but.

"It's perfect," you assured him, taking in the cozy surroundings with genuine admiration. "I feel like I'm in a library. I love it."

Spencer beamed at your compliment, clearly pleased by your appreciation for his carefully curated space. "Would you like something to drink?" he offered, making his way to the small kitchen area. "I've got coffee, tea, or if you're feeling adventurous, I make a pretty decent hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate sounds perfect," you decided, settling into a comfortable chair and looking around the room with interest.

As Spencer prepared the drinks, you wandered over to the chess set he had mentioned earlier, admiring the intricate design and thoughtful arrangement. When he returned with two steaming mugs, you were already setting up the pieces, eager to see how the game would unfold.

You eyed the chess pieces thoughtfully, arranging them with a bit of flair. "So, Dr. Reid," you said with a teasing lilt, "are you ready to face your greatest challenge yet?"

Spencer chuckled, running a hand through his hair and setting his pieces with meticulous care. "Are you sure you're up for it? I've been known to have a few tricks up my sleeve," he replied, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Oh, I can handle a challenge," you grinned, meeting his gaze with equal enthusiasm. "And I’ve got a few surprises of my own."

As the game progressed, each move was accompanied by playful commentary. Spencer, confident yet humble, often narrated his strategies, while you countered with a mix of humor and mock intimidation.

"Interesting move," Spencer noted as you advanced your bishop. "Trying to catch me off guard, are we?"

"Maybe," you said with a wink, feigning innocence. "Or maybe I'm just setting a trap you'll never see coming."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, considering his next move. "I must admit, you play with a certain flair," he remarked, capturing one of your pawns. "But you might want to watch your back row there."

The banter continued as the board grew more intense, the stakes feeling delightfully high as each of you tried to outmaneuver the other.

"Are you this competitive with everything, or is it just chess?" Spencer teased, leaning back slightly as he observed the board.

"Only when I'm winning," you shot back, sticking out your tongue playfully. "I’ve heard rumors that you're quite the prodigy, though. Should I be worried?"

"Only if you hate losing," Spencer replied, his smile broadening. "Though I’m starting to think you might just be my match." Not really, but he likes you so he can pretend.

"Oh, is that so? Well, I've been known to surprise people," you said, feigning an air of mystery.

As the game drew closer to its conclusion, you both found yourselves leaning forward, caught up in the tension and excitement.

"Check," you announced triumphantly, moving your queen into a position that put Spencer's king at risk.

He looked at the board, feigning surprise. "You do realize this isn’t over yet, right?" he said, moving his king to safety.

"I know," you admitted, grinning. "But I like to keep you on your toes."

"Mission accomplished," Spencer said, making his next move with careful deliberation. "But don't think you've got me beat just yet."

—

Spencer watched with amusement as you performed a little victory dance in your chair, your eyes gleaming with triumph. He had let you win, hoping to see this very reaction—the way you lit up with glee at having outsmarted him, at least for this round. However, as your playful taunting continued, he couldn’t resist the urge to reclaim his honor on the chessboard.

“Oh, come on!” you teased, unable to suppress your laughter. “Are you really as good as everyone says you are, Dr. Reid? Because that was almost too easy!”

Spencer feigned a dramatic sigh, shaking his head with a grin. “Alright, alright. You got me that time. But I demand a rematch!” he declared, a determined glint in his eyes.

“Okay, sore loser,” you teased back, clearly enjoying the banter. “Do you have anything stronger to drink? I don’t think I can handle kicking your ass twice in a row if I’m sober.”

Playfully rolling his eyes, Spencer got up from his seat, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he headed over to his small, well-organized liquor cabinet. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey that Gideon had gifted him long ago, the label aged and promising quality.

“I have whiskey. Will that do?” he asked, holding the bottle up for you to see.

“Perfect,” you replied, your eyes lighting up at the thought of a drink to accompany the next game. “Get your little butt back over here so I can give you a real challenge.”

Spencer chuckled, the warmth in his chest growing as he poured two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light in a way that made it look almost magical. He handed you a glass before taking his seat across the chessboard once more.

“Alright, no more Mr. Nice Guy,” Spencer said with a wink, setting up the pieces with renewed determination. “This time, you’re going to see why they call me the chess prodigy.”

“Oh, I’m shaking,” you replied mockingly, taking a sip of the whiskey. The drink was smooth and rich, the perfect companion for another round of playful rivalry. “Let’s see if you can back up those claims, Dr. Reid.”

The game began anew, the atmosphere between you charged with competitive energy and a touch of alcohol-induced warmth. Spencer’s moves were precise and calculated, each one revealing the depth of his strategic mind, yet still leaving room for light-hearted commentary.

“Watch out,” he warned as he moved his knight into a threatening position. “I might just turn the tables this time.”

You narrowed your eyes, pretending to study the board intensely. “Is that all you’ve got?” you quipped, countering his move with one of your own. “I thought I’d at least have to break a sweat.”

—

The rematch began, and it wasn’t long before Spencer was expertly maneuvering his pieces, quickly putting you on the defensive. His moves were precise, and each one seemed to corner you more and more, revealing the depth of his strategic mind.

"Okay, that was just unfair," you complained, watching as another one of your pieces was captured by Spencer’s bishop.

"How so?" he asked innocently, though his eyes were sparkling with amusement. "All of my moves were legal!"

"Rematch!" you demanded, unable to hide the playful challenge in your voice.

"Another? Do you like losing?" Spencer teased, his smile widening as he prepared to set up the board once more.

"Oh, Dr. Reid…" you said, leaning in slightly, the whiskey doing wonders for the rising tension in the room. "Okay. Let's make this round more interesting then."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the playful edge in your voice. "How so?" he asked, leaning closer, captivated by the challenge.

"How about, for each piece you lose, you have to remove an item of clothing?" you suggested, your tone daring and mischievous.

Spencer paused, considering your proposal as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I'm listening…" he replied, his curiosity piqued.

"Say I take your pawn… you have to take off your cardigan," you explained, running your finger up his covered arm, drawing a shiver from the usually composed doctor.

"Okay…" Spencer agreed, his voice dropping to a low, interested murmur.

"And if you take mine… I'll take something off," you continued, meeting his gaze with a look that promised excitement.

The chess pieces were set, and the stakes were higher this round as you both leaned over the board, your focus split between the game and the tension that crackled between you.

Spencer's first move was calculated, his eyes flickering between the board and you. "Ready to play?" he asked, his voice laced with playful confidence.

"As I'll ever be," you replied, your heart racing with anticipation.

The game progressed with both of you taking careful yet bold moves, the stakes of the game adding an electrifying thrill to each capture.

When Spencer took your first pawn, he smiled knowingly, the whiskey giving him a touch more boldness than usual. "Looks like I get to see if you're a woman of your word," he said, gesturing to your side of the board.

True to your word, you slipped off your jacket, placing it on the back of your chair with a smirk. "I hope you're ready to reciprocate," you shot back, eyes twinkling with the thrill of the game.

With each piece lost, the room seemed to grow warmer, and the playful tension between you and Spencer heightened with each exchange. Of course, so far, you had been the only one losing clothing. After saying goodbye to your jacket, you'd lost both your shoes and socks, realizing belatedly that there were more chess pieces than articles of clothing you had on. Perhaps you hadn’t thought this through.

Spencer captured another one of your pawns, and you met his gaze with a raised eyebrow as you removed your bottoms. "You're quite the strategist," you admitted, feeling the stakes increase with each move.

"It's all about thinking ahead," he replied, his voice steady despite the thrill of the game. "And being prepared for any surprises."

Spencer couldn't help but let his gaze drift as you stood to pull your bottoms off, exposing your panties. You now stood before him in just a bra and underwear, and he was visibly stunned.

"Close your mouth, Dr. Reid; we still have a game to play," you teased, relishing the way his eyes were glued to you.

Finally, you managed to capture one of his pieces. Spencer, true to the spirit of the game, removed his cardigan, revealing his button-up shirt underneath. The simple action sent a ripple of excitement through the room, the stakes becoming more real with each move.

When Spencer captured your next piece, he watched you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"Wait, you don’t actually have to do that. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable," Spencer said, his voice suddenly serious, even though his eyes betrayed his curiosity.

"What? And not follow the rules? I'm a team player, Spencer," you replied with a wink before unhooking the clasp and letting the material fall with a quiet thud.

Spencer openly stared, mesmerized by not only your body but your confidence. You saw him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tried to regain his composure.

"As much as I'm loving this attention, and I am," you teased, "we still have to finish."

Spencer cleared his throat and shook his head. "Right, um, yes, sorry."

His focus was clearly affected; his strategic edge seemed to falter as the game continued. Despite his brilliance, the sight before him was a considerable distraction, and it wasn't long before you managed to capture more of his pieces.

Piece by piece, you worked Spencer down, until he was left in his briefs, the tables having turned in your favor. Each move was accompanied by the thrill of your mutual anticipation, his eyes dancing between the board and you, admiration and vulnerability on his face.

"Checkmate," you announced, moving your queen into position with a satisfied grin.

Spencer stared at the board, the reality of his defeat sinking in, along with a sense of something more profound, an unspoken acknowledgment of the tension that had been building between you.

"You played well," Spencer said, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a reluctant smile. "Better than I anticipated."

"I had a little help," you replied, a teasing lilt in your voice.

As you both sat there, the game concluded and the stakes settled, it was clear that chess had only been the prelude to something much deeper. The room seemed to pulse with the energy of possibilities, each moment stretching out with potential.

"So," you said, leaning back in your chair, fully aware of the effect you had on him, "what now, Dr. Reid?"

Spencer's eyes met yours, the vulnerability in them replaced by a newfound resolve. "I think," he began, his voice steady despite the situation, "it's time for another round. But this time, no chessboard required."

The words hung in the air between you, an invitation to step beyond the playful game and into the realm of genuine connection. You felt a rush of excitement mingled with anticipation, your heart pounding in your chest as Spencer considered your invitation.

“Make your move, Spencer,” you whispered, your voice low and inviting, “capture the queen.”

Spencer’s eyes met yours, a flicker of hesitation giving way to a resolve that was both thrilling and tender. He stood slowly, the weight of the moment making every second seem deliberate and significant. He stepped forward, closing the distance between you with a graceful ease that belied the intensity of the situation.

As he approached, you felt a shiver of anticipation run through you, the heat between you almost palpable. Spencer placed his hands on the armrests on either side of you, his gaze steady and full of intent. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken desire, an uncharted territory waiting to be explored.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both soft and electric, a gentle yet confident movement that spoke volumes of his affection and admiration. The kiss was tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but quickly grew more assured.

You responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His touch was electrifying, sending ripples of sensation through you, each kiss deepening the intimacy between you.

The kiss seemed to last forever, a timeless moment where nothing else existed but the two of you. You were aware of every detail—the softness of his lips, the faint scent of his cologne, the way his fingers gently caressed your cheek as if you were something precious and fragile.

As you pulled back slightly, breathless and exhilarated, Spencer gazed into your eyes with a look that was equal parts admiration and wonder. “Wow,” he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. “I should have captured the queen a long time ago.”

You chuckled softly, the tension now transformed into a shared joy. “Well, I’m glad you finally made your move,” you replied, your heart racing with the thrill of what lay ahead.

Spencer leaned in and kissed you again, his touch gentle but insistent. This time, his arms scooped under your back, helping you to stand as the chessboard faded into a distant memory. He started leading you toward the bedroom, both of you stumbling slightly in your eagerness, blindly bumping into furniture and walls. The clumsiness only added to the playful atmosphere, causing you to giggle into each other’s mouths as you moved.

Once in the bedroom, Spencer gently pushed you back onto the bed, your body sinking into the softness as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You stared up at him, the beautiful man who was now crawling towards you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Spencer's gaze was full of admiration and desire, his eyes traveling over you with a look that made you feel both cherished and wanted. He moved closer, his fingers lightly tracing over your skin, sending sparks of anticipation through you.

“Can I take these off?” Spencer asked, his fingers hovering at the edge of your waistband, his voice filled with excitement and respect for your boundaries.

“Yes, please,” you replied, breathless and eager, giving him the reassurance he sought.

With your consent, Spencer carefully pulled down your panties, his touch reverent as he took in the sight of your glistening core. His eyes were filled with awe, his gaze drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

“Is there anything you don’t want to do?” he asked, his voice gentle and sincere, wanting to ensure that every step was taken with your comfort in mind.

You shook your head, feeling completely at ease with him. “Yes, but I highly doubt you’re going to find any of my hard limits right now,” you replied with a soft smile, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

Spencer chuckled, a sound that was both warm and arousing, before he leaned in closer, spreading your thighs and pressing a tender kiss to your clit. His lips were soft and gentle, his touch igniting a warmth that spread through you like a slow-burning flame.

You let out a soft whine from the back of your throat, a sound that resonated with encouragement and desire. It urged Spencer to explore more, to push beyond the boundaries of what you’d both anticipated. His eyes met yours briefly, a question of permission, of eagerness to continue. You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation.

Spencer's tongue flattened against you, and he slowly licked up the length of your core, eliciting a deep, involuntary arch of your back. The sensation was electrifying, sending ripples of pleasure through your entire body.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, twisting gently, encouraging him with each soft pull and gasp. The gentle friction between your fingers and his scalp seemed to spur him on, pushing him to devour more of you, which made you cry out and melt beneath him.

When he made it back to your clit, Spencer paused for a moment, teasing you with soft, deliberate touches before sucking hard in a way that made you grip his hair with renewed urgency. Your body moved instinctively against him, urging him forward, craving more of the sensation that he so expertly wielded.

With each lick and suck, his face shifted deeper into you, the intimacy of the moment deepening with each shared breath and whispered curse from you. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a cocoon of shared sensation and mutual exploration.

Spencer's movements were that of a man starved, he was eating you out with the fever of someone who had been craving you since the moment you met. Crazy. His jaw was open, his tongue exploring, plunging, and teasing.

Your hips responded to his rhythm, moving in time with his licks, your body and mind in perfect harmony with his. Each touch, each suck was a conversation of its own, a dialogue of desire that required no words, only the language of touch and shared experience.

Feeling the rise of your peak within you, you let yourself go, surrendering to the sensations, letting Spencer guide you through the intricate dance of pleasure and connection. His tongue was a constant, grounding force, leading you through each wave with skillful precision, until every thought was consumed by the spark between you.

Your body trembled under his touch, every nerve alight with sensation, and as you reached the peak of your orgasm, your body dissolved into a mix of cries and thrusts.

Spencer's hands never left you, his touch soothing and reassuring, drawing you back into a gentle embrace as the waves of sensation began to ebb. You looked up at him, breathless and blissfully content, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that spoke of shared understanding and mutual joy.

“Jesus Christ, where did you learn how to do that?” you breathed out incredulously, the lingering sensations from Spencer’s touch still making your skin tingle.

He chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Well, I did win a pie-eating contest one time,” he replied with a modest shrug, the mischievous tone in his voice making you giggle.

“What flavor of pie would you say I am?” you asked, your voice filled with a teasing lilt as you watched his reaction.

“The sweetest,” he replied, a warmth in his gaze that sent a delightful shiver through you. With that, Spencer’s lips were on yours again, a fervent kiss that rekindled the heat between you.

His hands began to explore once more, each finding a home of its own, one tracing a gentle path through your soaking wet core and the other resting firmly on your breast, tugging at your nipple. Both sensations drove you wild, the overstimulation lighting your body on fire with renewed intensity.

“Spencer!” you gasped, the word filled with plea and admiration.

“Yeah? Need something?” he mumbled against your lips, the vibration of his words adding another layer of sensation.

You babbled incoherently, unable to articulate the jumble of feelings as your mouth trailed along his jaw and neck, tasting the salt and warmth of his skin before nibbling your way down to his shoulder. You were lost in the moment, each thrust of his fingers inside of you bringing a new wave of pleasure that left you breathless.

“Ow! You little vampire,” he laughed, a playful lilt to his voice as you bit at his shoulder.

Spencer’s laughter was contagious, and you found yourself smiling, your fingers dancing lightly across his skin, eager to explore and discover. The sense of closeness and trust between you deepened with each shared touch, creating a bond that felt as though it had been years in the making.

Each touch was precise and intentional, telling of Spencer’s attentive nature, as he focused entirely on your pleasure, reading your reactions with keen insight. The way he responded to your every whimper and sigh was almost like he was playing an intricate piece of music, his fingers moving deftly across an instrument, coaxing out beautiful notes of arousal.

Your hand drifted to his hair again, tugging gently as your lips met his once more, the kiss a reflection of the emotions you couldn't quite express in words. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and spice that lingered on your tongue, driving you to pull him even closer.

Spencer’s lips moved with purpose, his mouth devouring yours similarly to how he ate you out, sending ripples of pleasure that left you breathless and eager for more. His touch was both tender and electric, each kiss, thrust, twist, tug bringing you closer to the edge, where anticipation and fulfillment danced in perfect harmony.

Right when you thought you were going to have another blissful orgasm under the most beautiful man, Spencer did the unthinkable: he removed all touch. One moment, his warmth surrounded you, his hands on your skin, the next moment his touch was gone.

"Huh? What? No? Spencer? Come back!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with both surprise and desperation, reaching for him as if to tether him back to you.

He smiled down at you, that endearing blend of playfulness and intent twinkling in his eyes. "Sorry, honey. Saving that for when I'm inside you," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice as he pulled back, making a move to leave the bed.

You let out a small whine of frustration, your orgasm hanging in the air, clearly upset with his choice and impatient for him to fulfill his promise. Every nerve in your body seemed to echo your disappointment, each pulse demanding his return.

"I'm just getting a condom, calm down," he teased, a wicked grin on his face as he headed for the drawer beside the bed.

"You did this to me," you half-growled, half-laughed, throwing an arm over your face in exaggerated exasperation. "You fix it."

"Okay, okay," he laughed and surrendered, returning with the condom in hand.

"Can I put it on?" you asked, your voice carrying a note of playful mischief.

"Really?" he responded, his curiosity piqued by the offer, eyes widening slightly in pleasant surprise.

"Mhm," you nodded, the opportunity too enticing to pass up.

"O–okay," he agreed, handing the package to you with a blend of excitement and curiosity.

With the condom in hand, you slid the rubber down his cock, taking a moment to appreciate the sheer size and girth of him, marveling at the way he responded to your touch. Your fingers traced the smooth, firm contours, feeling the heat and the steady rhythm of his pulse beneath your fingertips.

You jerked him steadily now, feeling the anticipation between you crescendo as you prepared him to fuck you. Each movement was testing his patience as he leaned into the smooth, warm glide of your hand .

"Fuck, I'm ready," Spencer breathed out, the rawness of his words echoing the tension in the room, his body language speaking volumes of his readiness to continue where you had left off.

"I know," you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes as you finished, meeting his gaze with a knowing smile. "Welcome to the club."

You were nicer than Spencer, though, guiding him gently back into the space between your hips, your bodies aligning perfectly. The anticipation hung like a sweet apple, the promise of what was to come electrifying the air.

As he pushed inside of you, you let out a soft whimper, the sensation new and exciting. The warmth of his body against yours, the slow glide of his cock as he moved, each thrust was a dance of intimacy and desire, your walls clenching down around him.

The atmosphere between you was charged with a palpable energy, each of you breathless from the intensity of the moment. Spencer's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze filled with adoration and mischief. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from your ear as he whispered in a voice thick with desire.

“Ohhh, fuck me, you feel so good,” he murmured, his words a teasing invitation wrapped in a velvet promise. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he continued. “You’re so tight. Gonna let me stretch you?”

His tone was low and sultry, the kind that sent your heart racing and made your skin tingle with anticipation. Every syllable seemed to wrap around you, pulling you deeper into the intoxicating web he was weaving.

You felt a deep flutter of excitement at his words, your body responding instinctively to the offer he laid before you. The raw need in his voice was mirrored in your own desires, and you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as you nodded eagerly.

“Oh, please, Spencer, please!” you implored, your voice carrying a breathy edge of desperation. The plea tumbled from your lips, fueled by the heat of the moment and the urgency of your shared longing.

The way you said his name—Spencer—was like music to his ears, a perfect harmony of hunger and surrender that urged him on. He met your gaze with a knowing smile.

Spencer's fingers returned to your clit, his touch firm and tender, anchoring you to the moment as he found his rhythm, each smack of his hips against yours bringing you closer to the edge. Your own hands explored his chest, tracing the lines of his stomach and feeling the play of muscle beneath the skin.

As the air between you hummed with anticipation, curiosity got the better of you. You let your fingers trail down Spencer's skin, your touch feather-light and exploratory. His breath hitched in his throat as you delicately pinched one of Spencer’s nipples between your fingers, marveling at the way it felt under your touch.

The sensation was new and electrifying for him, a ripple of pleasure that surged through his body and caused him to moan out loudly, his reaction unguarded and genuine. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he processed the unexpected jolt of sensation.

"My god, you are something else," he breathed, his voice filled with awe and delight at your unexpected boldness.

"Something good?" you asked, your tone playful yet genuinely curious as you continued to experiment with the effect your touch had on him.

"Something amazing," Spencer replied, his eyes opening to meet yours with a smoldering intensity. "God, I'm so into you."

The raw honesty in his voice sent a thrill through you, your own heart racing with the realization of just how much you had drawn him in. His words resonated with a sincerity that made you feel both cherished and wanted.

"Uhhh huh, me too," you admitted, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Like you so much."

Spencer grinned, a warm, genuine smile that spoke of mutual admiration and affection. "Mmm, like you too, pretty girl," he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss that spoke of everything words couldn't quite convey.

The kiss was soft and lingering, a gentle mingling of breath and sensation that deepened the connection between you. Spencer's hands found their way to your face, cradling it gently as he poured every ounce of his affection into the kiss.

Your fingers continued their exploration, tracing paths across his skin that left him shivering in delight, each touch adding another layer of intimacy to the moment.

The world around you faded into insignificance as you lost yourselves in each other. The kiss lingered, a promise of the depth of emotion that had taken root between you, growing stronger with each passing moment.

With each glide of his cock inside you, Spencer drove you higher, the anticipation building to a fever pitch until you were both caught in a whirlwind of passion and arousal.

"Spencer, I'm so close," you murmured, your voice a soft plea as you pressed yourself closer to him, your fingers tracing over where his cock was stretching you open.

His response was immediate, his breath catching as he met your eyes, the dark desire in his gaze mirrored by your own. "Oh yeah?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, thick with intensity.

"Mhm," you confirmed, the sound of your voice wavering with need. "Please let me come, please," you begged, the urgency in your words matched by the way your body moved against his.

Spencer let out a ragged groan, clearly affected by your words and your touch. "Oh fuck, yeah beg for it," he groaned, his hands gripping you a little tighter as he relished in the moment.

"Please, I've been so good. I deserve it, please, Spencer, please!" You whined and whimpered, writhing on the bed, your desperation palpable as you sought the release that seemed just out of reach.

"Shit, okay, pretty girl," Spencer finally relented, his voice gruff with arousal. "Don't cry. You can come," he whispered, granting you the permission you needed to finally let go.

With his words, a rush of relief and excitement surged through you, the sensation of finally being able to finish overwhelming you in the best possible way. Spencer’s presence was your anchor, his touch guiding you as you moved into a realm of pure ecstacy, the culmination of everything you’d been craving. As the relief washed over you, you felt Spencer's reassuring kisses alongside your face.

Spencer was trying his very best not to lose it in that moment, the feeling of your walls tightening around him driving him absolutely wild.

"That's it, beautiful," he murmured softly, a smile in his voice. "Let it out, so good for me."

You felt his encouragement seep into your skin, giving you the strength to ride the waves of pleasure crashing over you. "Ungh, so good for you," you managed to reply, your voice a shaky whisper as you surrendered to the moment.

Spencer chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with affection as he looked down at you. "You okay, baby?" he asked, a playful edge to his voice as he teased you for your earlier pleas.

Breathless and blissful, you nodded, meeting his gaze with a half-smile. "Want you to come, please come inside me," you murmured, your eyes holding a mix of need and desire as you urged him on.

With that, Spencer doubled his efforts, lifting your legs above your shoulders. The shift in position only heightened the intensity of the sensations, the new angle sending fresh waves of pleasure rippling through you.

His thrusts were precise, each one sending sparks of electricity through your nerves as he worked to bring himself closer to the edge. You could feel the strength in his arms, his grip firm yet gentle as he supported you, the rhythm of his hips never faltering.

"Spencer," you gasped, your body so sensitive but so willing to let him use you for his pleasure.

Spencer leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His desire took control of him, stilling his cock inside you and emptying his spend into the condom. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in a shared moment of vulnerability.

As the intensity of the moment subsided, Spencer gently pulled away, riding of the condom and laid down beside you. The tension and passion gave way to a lighter atmosphere as you both broke into a fit of laughter, the relief and joy of the experience bubbling to the surface.

"Well, that was a hell of a first date," you giggled, turning to face him, your eyes still sparkling with the afterglow of the moment.

Spencer tried to catch his breath, a wide grin spreading across his face. "This is going to sound like a lie," he confessed, his voice still slightly breathless, "but I promise it's not—I have never done that on a first date before."

"Me neither," you replied, your laughter mingling with his as you both basked in the comfortable ease that had settled between you.

There was something undeniably genuine about the way you and Spencer had connected. It was a rare and beautiful thing, and you both knew it.

Spencer turned to you, his expression soft and sincere. "I didn't expect today to turn out like this," he admitted, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.

"Neither did I," you agreed, leaning into his touch, the simple gesture filled with warmth and reassurance. "But I'm really glad it did."

"Me too," he said, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that seemed to say everything else he was feeling.

The silence that followed was comfortable and full, a testament to the connection you'd forged in such a short time. You both knew that this was only the beginning, a promising start to something that could grow into something truly special.

Spencer's fingers intertwined with yours, a silent promise of more moments like this, and as you both drifted into a contented quiet.

The peaceful moment was broken by your phone ringing into the quiet apartment, its sudden intrusion shattering the silence you had both been enjoying. You exchanged a glance with Spencer, a silent agreement to ignore it, wanting to savor the tranquility a little longer.

But then Spencer's phone started buzzing too, vibrating insistently from the other room. The coincidence raised your concern, and both of you quickly moved to pull on your clothes, an unspoken understanding that something might be wrong if both phones were ringing at once.

You made your way together to the living room, the echo of your footsteps filling the space as you searched for your phones. It was then that you saw who had called.

"It was my mom," you said, a bit of worry creeping into your voice as you checked your missed calls. She had tried reaching both of you, the notifications now blinking up at you like tiny urgent reminders.

“Oh, shit,” you exclaimed, realizing the oversight. “I didn’t think to tell her not to wait up.”

Spencer let out a small, understanding chuckle, though there was a hint of sheepishness in his expression. “You should probably call her back before she thinks I killed you,” he suggested, half-joking but aware that Alex's motherly instincts could be running on high alert.

Nodding, you tapped your mom’s contact and brought the phone to your ear, pacing slightly as you waited for her to pick up. Spencer stood nearby, a reassuring presence as he watched you with a small smile, seemingly amused by the situation.

"Hello?" Alex answered, her voice tinged with concern.

"Hey, Mom," you greeted, a little breathless from the urgency of the call. "Sorry about not calling. We got a bit caught up," you admitted, hoping your tone would convey that everything was okay.

"Caught up, huh?" Alex replied, her voice softening as she caught on to the undertone of your words. "I was just checking to make sure you two hadn’t gotten into any trouble."

You laughed lightly, relieved that she was more teasing than serious. "No trouble here, I promise. Just…you know, good company."

From the other side of the room, Spencer offered a thumbs-up, his playful smile widening.

"I'm glad to hear that," Alex said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I figured you might not be coming back tonight, but I wanted to make sure."

“Oh, uh, I didn’t ask…” you said, your words trailing off as you glanced at Spencer, who was now looking at you with a curious head tilt.

"Spencer, can I spend the night?" you asked, the question hanging in the air with a playful innocence.

“Yes, of course,” he replied with a warm smile, his answer immediate and sincere, clearly pleased by your request.

You giggled, feeling a flutter of excitement at his quick agreement, before turning back to your conversation with your mom.

"Thanks for checking in," you replied to Alex, feeling grateful for her thoughtfulness. "I'll be sure to call next time."

"Alright, enjoy the rest of your night. And tell Spencer hello for me."

"I will," you promised, feeling the warmth of her acceptance. "Goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, sweetie."

You ended the call and turned back to Spencer, who was watching you with an expression of mild curiosity and relief.

"All good?" he asked, his tone gentle.

"All good," you confirmed, feeling a wave of affection for him and the way he seemed genuinely concerned. "She just wanted to make sure I was okay."

"Well, I'm glad she called," Spencer said, coming closer and wrapping an arm around you. "Because I would have been worried too if I didn't know where you were."

The sentiment in his words was sweet, a reminder of the genuine care that had developed between you so quickly. As you settled back into the living room, the tension of the phone calls faded away, leaving only the comfort of each other’s company.

"Now that we have our alibi sorted," Spencer joked, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "what should we do next?"

You leaned into him, savoring the warmth and closeness, the day's events leaving you both in high spirits. With a teasing glint in your eye, you suggested, "How about we rob a bank? We’ve had great luck so far today."

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head at the idea. "You know I am an FBI agent, right?" he reminded you, his tone playful but with a hint of mock seriousness.

"I know," you replied, meeting his gaze with a mischievous smile. "And it's so sexy."

"Says the professor," Spencer countered, raising an eyebrow at you with a grin that spoke volumes about how much he enjoyed this playful banter.

You both broke into laughter, the lighthearted teasing weaving a comfortable intimacy between you. It was easy to get lost in moments like this with Spencer, where everything felt natural and right.

For the rest of the night, you continued to giggle and flirt, exchanging stories and jokes. Every shared glance and touch felt like another piece of a puzzle falling into place, creating a picture of something that promised to be both thrilling and meaningful.

As the hours passed, you found yourselves wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and companionship, the world outside fading away as you enjoyed each other's company. It was the kind of night that felt like the beginning of a wonderful adventure, one that neither of you wanted to end.

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frankiebirds · 1 month ago

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they love him so much 😭

#can't tell if rossi's 🤨 expression is just because of joe mantegna's lingering facial paralysis or if it's an acting choice #but if its the latter then rahhhh. “why would you even ask?”#also u cant tell because it's a screencap but morgan is shaking his head :)#aaron hotchner #alex blake #david rossi #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #jj #penelope garcia #spencer reid #hotch & reid #criminal minds #criminal minds s08e12 #criminal minds 8x12 #zugzwang #not fic #criminal minds rewatch

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abraincellandahalf · 5 months ago

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I miss Hotch so so so much it's not even funny anymore.

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hotchscoffeecup · 7 months ago

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the crossword can’t wait

pairing: alex blake x bau!reader

rating: m (18+ mdni)

genre: smut, romance

word count: 5.3k

summary: after a night out, alex surprises you in the bedroom delivering an unforgettable birthday present in the form of body worship

tags: bondage, ball gags, edging, orgasm denial, vibrators (internal/external)

You barely remember to lock the front door as you and Alex stumble inside, hands wandering and kisses landing clumsily as you both try and move through the hallways toward her bedroom.

She tastes like the glass of cabernet she’d had at dinner, smooth and sweet. “God, you taste so good,” you moan into her open mouth. You feel her pulse pounding in her neck as you cup your hand around the back of it, her brunette curls twisting around your fingers as you pull her against your body. The way her curves meld into your own sends a pulse of pleasure straight through your core.

Alex’s fingers fumble at your waist, working the buttons of your coat open. As she unclamps the last one, her hands smooth up and over your breasts before she pushes it over and off of your shoulders. Your nipples pique in response to her touch, slight as it may have been, and it’s evident as you’d chosen to go braless tonight under your satin shirt.

Alex’s brow arches in response as her coffee colored eyes flit across your features, searching.

“Alex,” you laugh and step behind her to help her out of her coat, your fingers trailing down the backs of her arms. You revel in the way your touch elicits goosebumps across her skin as the fabric glides over her elbows and slips off her wrists. As it drops to the floor in a puddle of fabric at her feet, you loop your arms around her waist and jerk her body back into yours. You nestle your chin into the crook of her neck, turning your face into her skin to inhale the floral perfume she’s wearing. You drag the tip of your nose up along the column of her throat, shifting just so your lips can brush against the length of her jawline before you pause to whisper in her ear. “You don’t need to be a profiler to see that I’m aroused by you, Agent Blake.” You annunciate her last name, making it two syllables to draw it out and drive your point home. You nip at her ear and a surprised yelp escapes her lips. That response stokes the flame burning inside of you and you grip her right wrist momentarily before interlocking your fingers and raising that arm above her head to twirl her into a position where she’s now facing you.

“Someone is feeling rather bold, aren’t we?” she asks, her tone deep and seductive as she regards you with a challenge in her eyes.

You say nothing, eyeing her coolly as your brow slowly arches in response and a smirk plays about your lips.

Alex steps toward you, her lips puckering as a look of horror washes over her face. “Oh my God,” we skipped dessert!”

“Well, I’m looking at something sweet I’d like to sink my teeth into.” Slipping your arms around her waist, you press your lips against hers before moving them to her neck, gently suckling at the base of her throat before peppering her skin with kisses.

She moans against your ear and you smile as your hand slides over the curve of her hip.

Alex’s hands press into your waist as she interrupts your exploration with a look of concern shining in her eyes. “I’m serious! It’s your birthday. I can’t believe I forgot to ask them to do something special at the restaurant.”

Your eyes sparkle mischievously. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me, won’t you?”

The concern in her gaze shifts suddenly, replaced by lust and an aim to deliver something more desirable and delicious than any dessert on any menu. She pushes into you, stepping forward and driving you into the wall, rattling the picture frames hung there.

“There she is,” you remark encouragingly and the next thing you know, Alex is all animal as she kisses you, her hands fisting into your hair as your tongues fight for dominance. You smile against her lips as you step forward, holding on to her hips and guiding her down the hall toward the bedroom; deepening your kisses as you do so.

As you reach around Alex to fumble for the doorknob, her fingers dance across your body to begin unbuttoning your blouse. The satin fabric glides off your shoulders as she undoes the top buttons, your nipples pebbling as the cool air conditioning brushes against your bare skin. You don’t miss the hungry expression that flits across Alex’s face as your body continues to respond to her touch.

The door to the bedroom swings open and Alex hooks her fingers into the belt loops of the wide legged black slacks you’re wearing, the silver fabric of your blouse no longer neatly tucked into place as she pulls you in an arc through the threshold. You both laugh as her lips rain down on yours. When she pushes you down onto the bed, your hair fans around you in a halo and you swear you’re looking up at an angel the way the lamp light illuminates her from behind.

She kicks off her heels before crawling up onto the bed to straddle you, the perfect round shape of her ass resting on your thighs. Unable to resist her, your hands slide around her hips and cup her ass in your hands. It takes no effort to heft her up and throw her off balance so she falls down over top of you, her breasts pressing against yours and her hair falling against your cheek. You stare into the depths of her caramel gaze and a hundred different emotions dance across her irises; the unmistakable allure of lust and the gleam of mischief, the flicker of excitement and purity of her love all reflecting back at you in them.

“I’m not a religious woman,” you say as you reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, pausing to palm her cheek in your hand. “but I’m fairly certain I could spend an eternity worshiping your body and it wouldn’t be long enough.”

Alex’s brow furrows and her lips purse and a thin blush spreads across your cheeks as you wonder if that line was too corny. Before you can speak, Alex presses a finger to your lips, brow arched and a playful smile on her lips. “Worshiping your body was my plan for tonight, get your own.”

She leans over you, and the way her breasts press against your chest and neck makes your pussy throb in response. You nip at her breast through the fabric of her shirt as she pulls open the nightstand and retrieves something, the drawer only half closing as she sits up. Your eyes fall on the purple box in her hand.

“What’s this?” you ask eagerly.

Alex drops the box on the bed beside her and nudges it behind her with her foot.

“Overzealous, are we?” she asks coyly. She trails a finger down your neck and chest, pausing to circle your nipple before pinching it between her fingers. A hiss of pain and pleasure erupts from your lips as Alex chuckles in response before continuing down your body to your belt.

“You know I like to be in control,” you say breathlessly. God, she’s barely touched you and you're unraveling in the palm of her hand; a loose thread on a sweater. One tug from her and you come completely undone.

“Maybe I need to challenge that behavior?” Alex suggests, eyes filled with the promise of doing just that.

You arch your brow as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “Are you profiling me, Ms. Blake?”

Her eyes shift to pointed daggers as you deliberately use her incorrect title.

“That’s Doctor, Professor, or Agent,” she scolds and you smirk in response.

“Ooo, have I been a bad student, professor?” you taunt, purposefully getting under her skin now.

“I think you talk too much,” Alex says, voice tight, as she shifts off of you. “Take off your pants and get on your knees.”

Your eyes widen at her direct tone. Usually you’re the one giving orders in the bedroom, but the fierceness in which she delivers instructions gives you no choice but to follow her demands. You’re too curious now, and frankly, too fucking horny by this change in demeanor, to not follow through.

“Yes, doctor,” you hinge, unable to resist poking the bear. You don’t miss the breathy huff from Alex as she slides off the bed and disappears into the closet.

You kick off your platform heels, unfasten your belt, and shuffle out of your slacks, casting them over the side of the bed. Playing up the ignorance, you leave your partially unbuttoned shirt on since she said to only take off your pants. As you shift onto your knees, the silky fabric falls around your hips, but there is still easy access to your slick cunt through the crotchless lace underwear you’d purchased and worn specifically for tonight. Granted, you’d anticipated being the one in charge but God, the way Alex delivered orders to you made your thighs quake with anticipation of what she plans to do to you.

You wonder if she can feel your eyes devouring her decadent figure as she steps out of the closet with a black bag in hand, one you’re all too familiar with.

“The sex bag?”

Alex rolls her eyes, though a smile plays on her lips and she saunters up to the bedside and places it down. “I hate when you call it that.”

You scoff in response. “Is there a more linguistically appropriate term for a bag full of sex toys and BDSM gear?”

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth as she ponders that for a moment, and God you want to taste her. You want to be the one to pull her lips between your teeth, feel her moan in your mouth.

She pops her lips and you break free from the trance they’d held you in.

“Masturbatory aids.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up your throat as you roll your eyes. “Alex, please. Don’t make sex clinical. I can’t.”

Her brow arches toward her hairline as she regards you. “Oh, on the contrary darling. I know you can.”

You dont drop eye contact as she maneuvers around the gilded bed frame, tugging the bag alongside her as she does so.

“Eyes forward,” she commands and a shiver runs through you at the authoritative command you’ve only heard her use in the field. You hold her stare for a moment, challenging her only for a second longer than needed, before obeying and shifting your gaze to the art on the far wall.

You hear the zipper peel open and Alex rummaging around. You and her have experimented a lot, and your pussy throbs as you wonder what exactly she’ll pick out to tease you with.

The metal poles of your gilded bed frame rattle in response to her touch.

“Hands behind your back,” she orders and you do as you’re told without hesitation. The satin cords she winds around your wrist send a rush of goosebumps across your arms and you can’t fight the moan that slips past your lips as your cunt grows slick with the ever building arousal for the woman in control of you at that moment. Alex secures your wrists together before pulling the knot taught and your movement is restricted. You tug at them but there is no give and no slack.

“Ooo,” Alex coos quietly from behind you as you listen to the sound of her withdrawing something from the bag. “I think this will do.”

Before you can ask what it is, Alex drags the tip of a pink silicone vibrator across the inside of your thigh. Your thighs tremble and you fight the urge to sink down onto it as Alex touches the tip to your slick entrance. She edges the tip in ever so slightly before withdrawing it, the smooth silicon gliding easily as she smears your arousal down the length of your slit.

Your nipples harden to diamonds as her lips brush your ear. “See, how I’ve barely touched you and your cunt is already dripping for me?”

You duck your chin and her lips press against your jawline. “God, Alex,” you moan.

“Close, but not quite,” she muses in response.

She lines the vibrator up with your entrance and gently eases it inside of you, the tip disappearing in seconds as your pussy eagerly clamps around it. The two pronged arm of the vibrator touches against your clit and you cry out as it makes contact with the thousand sensitive nerve endings there.

“Fuck me,” you groan as the slight contact threatens to send you over the edge. She’s not even turned the vibrator in and you were nearly coming in her hand.

“Not yet,” Alex states resolutely. “Now that that’s in place, I’m going to need you to hold it there.”

Your brow pinches at her request. “Hold it? Alex, my hands are quite literally tied.”

“I don’t think I asked for sass, and more so, I don’t think I told you to speak. Now be quiet and bring your thighs together.”

You bite back a response and acquiesce her request, shuffling your knees closer together so that your thighs press on either side of the vibrator holding it in place. As you balance your weight, you feel the inserted arm shift against your g-spot and a groan rumbles deep in your throat as the external prongs press onto either side of your clit.

Alex steps to the front of the bed, hands clasped against her chest as she admires her handiwork. “Don’t you look stunning?” she asks, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded. She reaches for the box on the edge of the bed and smiles at you. “I think I'm going to change into something more comfortable.”

You nod hungrily, your mouth all but salivating at the thought of the number of things could be hidden inside that purple box. Nightgowns, teddies, satin, lace, Alex looked incredible in anything she wears. You shift and stifle a moan as you inadvertently strike your g-spot once more.

Alex points at you, her gaze just as sharp. “Stay still.” With that, she turns on her heel and disappears into the master bath.

The seconds tick by and minutes feel like hours when she finally re-emerges. Your heart stops, but the pounding of your pussy rages on as you take in the strappy latex and leather bustier clinging so perfectly to her figure as though it is a second skin. A web of straps criss-cross her waist and breasts, accentuating every curve of her body and hiding her nipples from view only just. A simple black lace thong covers her front, but leaves her apple shaped ass on full display. She smoothes her hands up and down her body, pausing to palm her breast and fluff her loose curls.

Without thinking, you jerk against your restraints; needing to touch her and feel her skin and her arousal. A whimper escapes your lips when your arms don’t budge from where they are pinned behind your back and you don’t miss the smirk and wicked glint in Alex’s eyes.

She saunters forward, one long leg in front of the other, taking her time to approach her prize. She skirts one finger along your jaw line and you bristle at her touch; the feel of her one fingertip sending a rush through your entire body. You’re entirely at her mercy and she knows it.

She leans down so that her lips are just barely hovering over yours as her fingers slide between your legs and presses a button that brings the vibrator to life. You cry out at the sudden stimulation and buck forward, your face landing on Alex's shoulder. Her throaty chuckle is muffled as you twitch against her and she casually loops an arm around your neck to hold you in place as the slow vibrations pulse around your clit and the internal prong gently thrusts against your g-spot.

Just as soon as it starts, it stops and you release a stunted cry as Alex suddenly withdraws from you, and you don’t know what you ache for more in that morning; the budding orgasm or her body against yours.

“What the—” your chest heaves as you fight to control your breathing. Alex is smiling a wicked smile and there’s a devilish gleam in her eye as she dangles a remote in front of you.

Immediately, you know her game. This is sweet revenge for her.

“Alex,” you say her name with a warning tone.

“Yes, darling?” she questions innocently, batting her long lashes.

“This is payback for the jet, isn’t it?”

Alex’s brow furrows as she places a finger on her chin, tap tapping away as she pretends to mull it over. After a moment, her eyes widen and mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ shape.

“Oh! You mean, when I had to fight to control my facial expressions and pretend I was coming down with a stomach bug after you chose my debrief with Hotch and Rossi to start playing games with the remote control vibrator?”

You smirk at the memory and the look in Alex’s eyes tells you she’s not actually angry. She’d orgasmed three times after excusing herself to the bathroom, and you’d done all that from a carefully concealed remote controller in your pocket. Watching her squirm and twitch and try to contain it and write off around the team had been so hot. The sex you’d had at the office after you’d gotten back from the airport had been some of the hottest sex you’d ever had in your life.

“Yeah, I think I remember something like that.”

One manicured eyebrow arches in response to your sass. Alex doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to power on the vibrator again. You buck forward, clamping your thighs even tighter around the vibrator to avoid dislodging it. Your binds are the only thing keeping you upright as the internal prong pulses slowly against your g-spot. For now; the external prong is quiet and still.

You moan and tightly speak her name as it drones agonizingly slow inside of you. Alex stands there, devouring your pleas.

“Yes, this seems about right.” Alex cocks her head, regarding you. After a moment, her head snaps up, a devilish look alighting her face as she rounds the bed to dig into the bag. “I wasn’t able to say anything on the jet,” she starts as the sound of objects shuffling around inside the bag rattle about. “I had to keep up the professional facade despite the fact I was coming undone by your hand. I had no choice but to keep quiet.”

Your body spasms again as the vibrator thrusts against your walls. “Alex,” you beg, feeling the first dredge of an orgasm blossoming deep within your belly.

Alex exhales an excited “ah ha” as she locates what she’s been searching for. The bed sinks beneath her weight as she clambers onto the bed behind you, jostling your position and causing the vibrator to shift inside you. You cry out as the sensation overwhelms you and you struggle to hold your legs closed. Suddenly, the movement stops and you exhale a ragged breath as your budding orgasm wilts and dies. One of Alex’s hands curves around your shoulder beneath the satin of your blouse. She smoothes her hand down across your chest and palms your breast with her hand, kneading it before tweaking your nipple between her fingers. “Close your eyes,” she breathes into your ear.

You do as you're told and turn your cheek to dip toward her lips, aching to feel them all over you. Her warm breath caresses the shell of your ear as she delivers her next instruction. “Open your mouth.”

Your eyes snap open and you meet her determined gaze. “I didn’t tell you to open your eyes. Close them,” she says slowly, “and open your mouth.” The way she enunciates each word sends a shiver through you as you obey, trusting her as you close your eyes and turn face forward, parting your lips for her as you do so.

After two pounding heartbeats, Alex pushes something into your mouth. It’s round and plastic and you immediately know what it is as you bite down and feel her fit the leather straps around your cheeks; the metallic sound of the buckle fastening ringing in your ears as a satisfied murmur leaves her lips. The straps are snug, but they don’t hurt as you adjust to the feeling of the ball gag.

“Remember when we bought that?” Alex asks, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “You can open your eyes now.”

Your pussy throbs and pulses and you ache to feel any form of release; hell, as you open your eyes and take in the sight of Alex in that outfit again you’re surprised you don’t combust right there and then.

You nod. You’d just gone on a date to see the latest Fifty Shades of Grey movie. It was a rainy Saturday and you’d figured it would give you something to do on the rare weekend you’d had off together. Nothing prepared you for how ridiculous the film would be and how inaccurately they’d depicted what true BDSM dynamics are supposed to look like. At that point, you and Alex had experimented with a few things, but never crossed the line into bondage and fetishism. After all, you’ve dealt with too many cases where aspects of the culture are perverted and used to harm. However, the movie probed a dialogue between you and Alex where you’d gotten a bit more analytical and clinical (probably not what the director thought would happen, but they probably didn’t anticipate their being FBI profilers in the audience), but it also sparked a desire to explore and play around in that uncharted territory.

As you and Alex toyed around the clandestine sex shop on the other side of town, picking up different gags and blindfolds, restraints and clamps, you’d throw out words like “experiment” and “research” laughing all the while knowing you were both out of your element. You’d purchased a number of different items, both of you pretending to be less awkward than you were as the college aged sales associate smirked at you knowingly before handing you your bags and receipt.

“Have fun you two!” she’d called after you both as the bell tinkled and you made your hasty exit, falling over one another and laughing as the rain poured down and you dashed to the car to get the hell out of there. Unsubs and the threat of bombs exploding in your face had made you both sweat less than the half hour you’d spent inside that store.

And now here you are, gift wrapped tightly and neatly presented for her enjoyment. All you are missing is a bow. Unable to speak around the gag in your mouth, you roll your shoulders back, the half undone button up falling over your shoulders as you do so, exposing your breasts in full. You smirk around the gag as you note the subtle shift in Alex’s eyes. She’s just as hungry for you as you are for her. Unwilling to let you get any advantage, Alex flicks on the vibrator. You gasp and cry out as the external arm vibrates around your clitoris and the internal arm begins thrusting once more; an unrelenting pounding against your inner walls. Instinctively, you press your legs together, but that only intensifies the sensation rather than assuages it.

Your breasts heave as you moan and curse around gag. Through heavily hooded eyes, you watch Alex move toward you, slowly placing one bare foot in front of the other as she regards you keenly over the bridge of her nose.

“Alex. Your plea is muffled around the gag in your mouth.

She leans in close to you, turning her ear toward your mouth as if that will help her hear better. “I’m sorry,” she purrs. “What’s that? I can’t quite make out what you’re saying.”

“Please,” you whimper and again your voice is garbled.

“Please what?” she hedges, her voice rife with lust. She turns toward you, eyes boring into yours with a desire so profound. “Would you like to come?”

You nod vigorously, your breasts bouncing as you do so. Alex nods, affirming that she understands. She says nothing, though her fingers flick against the remote she holds by her thigh and the speed intensifies, both internally and externally. Your eyes widen in response to the dual sensations and you swear you see stars as you blink. Regardless of how tightly you pull at the restraints, they don’t give. You know that you can end this at any time by opening your legs. With how wet you are the vibrator will easily slide out and fall onto the mattress. You and Alex always ensure that the other has a fail safe during these games. You’re committed to seeing this through though, to play into her hands until you are dripping through her fingers like melted putty. You want to melt for her, to burn for her. Your brow pinches as you feel the orgasm build, that familiar heat spreading across your lower abdomen like a freshly struck match ready to ignite a forest fire. You feel it burning brighter, hotter—you’re practically riding it as you keep your thighs clenched around it. Just as you feel like you’re about to explode, the vibrator cuts off and your orgasm sputters and dies; a flame snuffed out.

You release a wail of pain and pleasure combined as a line of spit dribbles out of the corner of your mouth from around the ball gag. Your rigid posture sags under the weight of her denial and as soon as you stop seeing double, you focus your attention on her wickedly devious gaze, her petal pink lips curved in a delicious grin.

“I think I want to enjoy you like this for a little while longer,” she says and tosses the remote onto the small end table beside her. Across from the bed are two simple chairs crafted of supple leather. It’s there you’ll often sit and read together at night or enjoy a glass of wine while you debrief about your respective work days (despite the fact that you work together.) You watch as Alex crosses the room, disappearing out of sight for a moment before returning to the space in front of you. She drops down into one of the chairs, exhaling a satisfied sigh as she crosses one long leg over the other. In her hands, she’s holding a well worn crossword puzzle book and a pen. She clicks it pointedly before flipping open the book and letting her attention fall to the page in front of her.

“Alex!” you bark around the gag.

Her brow furrows as she pays you no mind and reads aloud, “Ten across. Five letters. Clue is ‘strips for club.’” She taps the pen against her chin for a second before a smile dawns on her face. “Bacon! Jeez, don’t let Spencer know it took me more than three seconds to get that.” She laughs to herself as she scribbles the word into the narrow boxes.

Christ alive, she did not just mention Spencer Reid as if you were not in the middle of sex.

You make another sound of protest and Alex looks up at you, feigning surprise. “Sorry, honey, the crossword can’t wait!”

Narrowing your eyes at her, she smirks in response. “Oh alright, very well.” She leans forward to reach for the remote, the sight of her breasts pushing together against the straps of that bustier making your pussy throb even harder. The sensation starts up again, this time slow and steady. A delighted moan slips past your lips, albeit muffled around the gag, and Alex smiles contentedly. She returns to her puzzle, narrating the clues and answers as she goes. The continuous rhythm satiates you only for a minute or two though before you need more. Sensing this, Alex presses another button the remote, eyes not ever leaving the page as she scribbles another answer into place.

As the speed picks up and the thrusting arm pulses against your g-spot you begin to squirm; less in control of the sounds of pleasure emitting from your throat as in response to the dual stimulation.

It doesn’t take very long for that familiar pool of pleasure to start rippling deep inside your core. You desperately try to focus on it and bring it to the surface, but the dual rhythm wielding its relentless beat against your pleasure centers has your head spinning.

The whimpers and cries rumbling past your lips are nearly animal-like as your orgasm crests, a wave pulling back from the shore only to double in size before crashing once more. A tear leaks from your eyes as you crack them open. Alex is looking at you, the crossword puzzle abandoned in her lap as she regards you with such fervor. It’s all you need to give into the wave as it crashes down over you, drowning you in its thrashing current as it rattles its way from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes.Your pulse thunders in your ears as you ride it out, crying out to God and Alex and any other deity you can praise for worshiping your body enough to rend pleasure from it in such a way.

Like a marionette doll with its strings cut, your arms drop suddenly as Alex loosens the ropes from the bed frame; her fingers making deft work at the knots around your wrists. Her hand smooths over your face before she unlatches the buckle at the back of your hair, and the ball gag falls from your mouth and hits the mattress with a dull thud. Her fingers slip between your thighs, wrapping around the base of the vibrator. “You did good, baby,” she whispers in your ear. “Go ahead and let go.”

You relax your thighs and let Alex withdraw the vibrator, a quiet groan escaping you as she does so. Alex places it on the nightstand and gently loops her arms around your waist. As you finally come back down to this plane of reality, the full body exhaustion slams into you and you sag into Alex’s waiting arms.

“Alex, babe,” you huff out a breath and nuzzle into her chest. “That was—”

“Was it too much?” Alex asks, a tinge of embarrassment creeping into her voice.

“Too much?” you balk. “Not in the slightest. You were perfect.”

Alex smiles, the pink blush creeping across her cheeks betraying her performance as a bewitchingly dominating vixen. Her nose scrunches as she speaks. “I was kinda badass, wasn’t I?”

You press a kiss to her jawline before settling back against the curve of her body, eyes closing softly as the lull of sleep calls to you.

“Hey,” Alex laughs as she nudges you gently with her arm. “No sleeping yet. Come on, let me clean you up.”

You murmur some semblance of protest, but let Alex pull you to your feet and guide you to the bathroom where she cranks on the shower to the perfectly warm temperature. She unbuttons the rest of your shirt and casts it aside before stripping down herself and leading you into the shower, where she sits on the bench carved into the marble patterned shower wall and guides you down onto her lap. The wash cloth is soft as she cleans your body, careful and gentle as she moves it between your thighs, minding the extra sensitive area. Her fingers massage your scalp as she lathers shampoo into your hair, all the while murmuring about how much she cares for you and peppering your face with soft kisses.

Dried and lying atop the sheets, she pumps lotion into her hands and massages it into your wrists before pulling the duvet up and over your bodies. As you curl into the comfort of her body, your mouth searches for hers in the dark. After kissing her you whisper her name as you slip your fingers between hers.

“Alex?”

“Yes, love?”

“This was the best birthday.”

“Hmm,” Alex muses thoughtfully, and you feel her smile against your cheek. “I guess I’ll have to try harder next year.”

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blackbird-brewster · 4 months ago

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Mom!Em Fic Recs

@bau-babygirl requested: Fics featuring Emily as a mom [X]

JJ/Emily + Kids

[Find all of these and more fluff in my Domestic Jemily collection on AO3]

Mother's Day by w00t4ewan (me) Rated: G || WC: 715 Summary: Henry helps Emily surprise JJ on Mother's Day

Dreams Do Come True by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 2000 Summary: Emily and JJ take Henry to Disneyworld on their first family vacation.

Breakfast by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 840 Summary: Emily tries to let JJ sleep in and winds up with her hands full of a certain toddler.

Love is an Open Door by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 1010 Summary: Emily and Henry work together to plan an unforgettable evening for JJ.

Jemily Ficlet Archives by w00t4ewan Rated: M || WC: 31,000+ Summary: An unrelated collection of Jemily ficlets and headcanons which were originally posted on my tumblr and up until now hadn't been shared on AO3.

Sand by @otahkoapisiakii (Phoenix_Falls) Rated: G || WC: 2630 Summary: JJ and Emily incorporate Henry in their wedding ceremony

Steps by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 4670 Summary: Modified prompt from tumblr: "you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby"

Darwin by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 831 Summary: Henry has an odd nickname. Likely takes place in the same verse as Steps, but 11 years later Mittens and Hats by @velutluna Rated: G || WC: 1944 Summary: JJ and Emily take their sons for a walk in a winter wonderland.

Perfect by velutuna Rated: G || WC: 660 Summary: A perfect evening at the home of the Prentiss-Jareau family.

Happy Birthday! by @ellegreenawayslover Rated: G || WC: 2028 Summary: Emily’s feelings during her birthday, her feelings years ago, and how she finally is truly happy with her life and how it turned out.

Morning Cartoons and Middle Names by @vhsrights Rated: G || WC: 2634 Summary: A shift in the numbers on his digital clock indicated that the time had arrived. 7:15 am. No sound of an alarm echoed through the upper floor of the Prentiss-Jareau house. There was pin-drop silence, and then the quiet chaos began.

Bonus: My Master List of MomEm Headcanons & Fanworks

Other Fics: Emily + Kids

A Year in the Life by @gaelic-symphony (thelarkascending) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 8455 Summary: Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

handprints on my soul by @prrentiss (unitchiefprentiss) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 32,000+ Summary: tara and emily after the events of just a dream. Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange Halloween Interlude by w00t4ewan Tara/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1573 Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange

Bluey Mom by @alexblakeisgay (ArwenLalaith) Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 2713 Summary: The adventures of Emily Prentiss as she navigates running the BAU, being a wife and mother, and her relationship with gender.

Oh, My Darling Clementine by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 930 Summary: Emily Prentiss is not above bribing her toddler daughter to get her to call her Mama…

Book Ends by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 18,500 Summary: Emily's life revolves around Lux - her four year old autistic daughter. She hasn't had a relationship since she got pregnant and certainly isn't looking to start one when she meets Alex Blake: phenom children's author.

Alex's life since her husband left and her son passed has revolved around writing and little else. She's been a recluse for years when her agent finally convinces her to make an appearance at her latest book launch. Little does she know, she's about to meet a four year old girl that will change her life....

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multifandommilfs · 1 year ago

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Cat's Outta The Bag

Pairing: Alex Blake x reader

Wc: 2307

Summary: your relationship with Alex is revealed when you're kidnapped

A/n: based on season 8 because dAng that season was interesting

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It was all a flummoxing blur. One moment you were on the field, listening to Garcia's research, the next you were straying away from your team to the desecrated bodies of the most recent murder, trying to put two and two together. You couldn't do what you intended with a certain someone's gaze lingering on your frame. So much for being professional during work. Alex could never resist you.

You were whirling, smile by your lips, wanting to catch her in the act.

But there was a snap of black before your eyes, the wind shrieking by your ears.

Your vision was dazed as it warped around uselessly. Pain flicked at the back of your head before it multiplied into violent lobs as your vision cleared, sending honed shrieks into your ears, or was it happening the other way round?

You felt the rumble from your throat as you tilted your head back in exhaustion, the nerves tight in your neck from your bowed position.

A snap of white.

You were recoiling violently. Realising too late that your limbs were locked up with the chair. It slammed backward onto the ground. You were out with the light blaring into your face.

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It was a beat late before the Alex realised you were missing. Then everyone was reacting. She could see JJ's panic, could hear Garcia's haste as she clattered away at the keyboard for a CCTV footage.

"Morgan, Rossi, scour the area for any evidence. Reid, Blake, you talk to anyone who's been around the area. Kids, joggers, leave no one out. JJ you're with me, we still have a profile to give." It was Hotch's order, and they all took off right on the spot.

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It wasn't until the afternoon heat laid onto Virginia that they all filtered back into Quantico, ready to relay all the information they got.

Which was nothing at all.

"Hardly anyone passed by, and the ones that did, saw nothing at all." Blake said, covering up her frustration.

"Well we were at the crime scene, which already means that this area would be more desolate, the Unsub would feel safer to dump the bodies there." Reid supported.

"Not even a paper trail." David gave, Morgan only looked defeated as he shook his head.

"Seems like this is the only lead we got." JJ placed a ziploc bag contained picture of you onto the table.

The room stiffened, Alex could feel hot tears pressing behind her eyes, but she was composed. She had to be, she needed to be on this case to catch that son of a-

"Blake?" It was Hotchner's voice.

She glanced up and blinked a few times. "Sorry, could you.."

"Based on the quality of this photograph. The Unsub is the same as the Unsub who's stalking us." Hotch gave a summary of the discussion Alex missed out on.

"But this is the first abduction." Reid turned to Hotch. "Your picture was the first to be found, this one," he gathered up the bag, "is the second. The order is wrong."

A tear pushed its way down Alex's cheek. She'd lost her grasp, on composure. She shoved it away within a blink, but JJ saw it, of course she did, they were in a room full of profilers.

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The bullpen was practically working even though it was past midnight for more than one insisted to stay back, work on ideas, profiling.

At 4 am, soft snores filled the darkened bullpen, only Alex was awake. Her desk lamp basically a nightlight for the others as she worked through the Unsub's replicated murders over and over again, scanned over witnesses statements. There must be something they missed, something crucial, a hint, a taunt, a misstep. It all revealed something.

At 5 am,

The panic of the previous morning ambushed her, of losing you. The temperature rose, her clothes stuck to her skin from sweat. Her heart rang in her ears, and gripped the edge of her desk to quell their tremble. She had pursed her lips, let a few tears slip, glared at the surface and went back to work. She wouldn't let herself obstruct herself from finding you. There wasn't enough time as it is.

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In a state of dwam, the bright light was no worse attacking your vision than last time. Your head throbbed like hell. A sharp metallic scent bludgeoning you in the face and you gagged, it was lingering on your tongue but your throat was sore from the prickling dehydration. You couldn't spit and your spite to do so was self-sabotage. You shoved yourself against the restrains, something jangled. Locks.

You strained your neck and midriff. Wincing at the dried blood at your wounds that tore up and flaked. The moment you saw it the hope of escape, you regretted it. 8 locks hooking all the chains together into one fat rope. Sweat slipped down your neck as you gritted your teeth as you righted yourself back onto the chair. Catching a flicker of blinking red dot in front of you. Videotaping never ended well for the victims. Was it the end of your line.?

You thought of Alex, of the team, of your sister and brother and mother and father. Tears needled your dry eyes as you scoured the room from your limited position. Empty blank walls. Two doors you couldn't get to. You realised this time your chair was tied to a water pipe that perforated the middle of the room.

Then the door rattled and creaked open.

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"Garcia, you're up."

"As much as I worked my superpowers.. I'm sorry sir I got nothing. The cameras were cut off the moment she left for the vic."

Hotch clenched his jaw. This was going nowhere.

"Alright so this guy's smart, meticulous, organized." Morgan said. "Couldn't be his first ride."

"Or he's trained to do this." Blake garnered the attention of the rest of the team. The atmosphere ladened with stoic anticipation.

"I believe the Unsub is an inside man." Blake began. It was a heavy accusation, but it was the closest shot.

"That's why he's been able to know when and where we were, infiltrate BAU twice. He's a professional in his field, or multiple fields. Biochemistry, tech, possibly more. So we're talking someone who lives in solitude and lacks the socialising skills." No one interrupted her. So she continued.

"The stalking only began after I joined the team, which means he is connected to me through some kind of betrayal and is seeking some kind of revenge."

She took in a well-needed breath and placed her palms onto the table surface."The only event I could think about it is the Amerithrax case."

"Garcia, pull up everyone involved in the Amerithrax case."

"You got it boss." Garcia quipped before strutting out of the room quickly.

Reid swiveled in his chair thoughtfully, but didn't say anything until everyone left the room. He turned to Alex with a look, some kind of revelation twinkling in his eyes "she wasn't involved in the Amerithrax case, she didn't even join the FBI until years later. So if he wanted to get you back for it, why take her instead of you?"

Alex smiled. "I knew you'd fish me out for that." Reid returned her courtesy before he resumed his profiling.

"You two are involved." And Blake gave him an insouciant shrug that told him everything he wanted to know. He grinned.

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An hour later, a yellow letter stamped with blazing bold red letters 'CONFIDENTIAL' was placed congruously on Blake's desk. With Rossi's encounter in mind, they got the specialists to get the file open.

No drugs were found. Only tens of thousands of pictures scattered on the desk. You were bounded, blinded, possibly drugged with lacerations, bruises, blood, dirt, grime. Your hair was a mess, the black and white lighting exaggerated your bone structure. There were close-ups, far shots, angled shots.

Alex was blank terrified.

He was punishing her for something she didn't know and for the first time in a long time, she was utterly terrified. Her heart slamming into her chest, her breath shallow and fast as white spots interfered her vision, she sought support on a pillar that had still a clear shot to whatever was happening inside the office she couldn't bring herself to go in.

None of the pictures seemed to carry any hope until the last one. Your pose was different, head slanted to the right instead of to the left. "This was intentional, look at her neck, it's straining." JJ pointed out, showing a rather tough line going down the length of your neck that wasn't present in the rest of the pictures.

"Dead or alive, we are nailing him into the ground." Morgan shoved a fist into the desk, a few photographs sliding off the desk from the impact.

"Guys I found something." Garcia interrupted, coming out of her liar and immediately caught the way Blake stood a distance too far from the only evidence they harboured. Her curiousity piqued, but the time was off putting.

"Okay so I looked into our security cameras. And for the 10 minutes we were in the meeting room. Guess who gets in? John Curtis." A picture of the Unsub popped up on screen behind her.

"An inside man and was also in the Amerithrax case, just like Blake said. He has certs in so SO many fields but now I couldn't care less. He has an address surrounded with land. Grassy, green, land which I've already sent to your cells."

"Thank you Garcia. Let's go."

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There was a distant whirring, like blades chopping up the air. You groaned into the gag cloth that soaked up the moisture from your lips and mouth, your eyes wanted to tape itself shut. Your voice not as loud as you wanted it to be as you wheezed. You thrashed your legs and pulled at your arms, chest panting and your throat tore as you lurched over and tried to scream.

You would give it to him. To that sorry fuck that thought of everything. No spouse, no kids, no life. He only had his own vengeance but you knew your team were going to find you. They were going to, it's just a matter of time.

But you felt doozed, you need some rest now, at least that's what your brain told you. So you let your lids fall in exhaustion, your head drooping forwards.

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It was only for a moment before you thought you heard Alex, her voice ringing like bells. Was it her touch you felt? Her hand at your jaw, pulling your hair out of your face.

You peered, brown hair in your face, her irises always enraptured you. Then your vision narrowed, her gaze turned anxious, your eyes wore out again, encasing you in darkness.

An explosion, you jerked, your yelp tore your dry lips, eyes shooting open instinctively as a wave of warmth rolled over you.

The craggy roll of a shopping cart's wheels was what you felt next, your bones were cushioned, soft sheets rumpled beneath you as a commotion around you settled like white noise. A hand reached yours, a familiar face entered your vision, the colour on her face alternating between hues of red and blue, red and blue, red and blue.

It spilled, your tears cold against the night air as they wheeled you, Alex running alongside the stretcher until they towed you into the back of the ambulance. She combed through your hair, careful not to touch the injuries you sustained, her lips a trembling smile as you gave her one back wearily.

The team stood by as they watched your embrace. A bit spooked at Blake's affection even though word spread quick within the team of your relationship. They watched, soft smiles making way onto their face as Blake held your hand in a vice grip, though her touch was surprisingly tender.

She pressed the back of your hand against her cheek as she let out a choked sob as your nails glided lightly beneath her cheek. For a linguist, she was out of words.

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You remembered when you first started out in the industry. Someone had said to you, once an agent, always an agent. You didn't really register those words until you were stuck at home during the recuperation period, antsy to leave the house when it was what got you stuck in the first place.

On the second week, Alex had the honour of telling you that John Curtis died in the explosion, painfully, with his skin ripped off his bones. You hadn't felt lighter since then.

You hit the 3 weeks mark before you returned to Quantico. Riding that elevator, with the weight of your bag slung over your shoulder, your work jacket never felt so unfamiliar.

The elevator glided to a stop, doors opening then a clap!

A flurry of multicoloured ribbons floating down on your head as the team cheered. "Welcome back!"

You blew a ribbon out of your face, lips brimming with smiles at the familiar faces who ambushed you into a hug the second you crossed into the threshold. "I missed you guys."

"We missed you too!" Garcia grinned, voice quivering as she swiped at her eyes. "And also you owe us a kiss for your rendezvous!" She quipped.

"Yeah I thought we were friends." Morgan jested.

"Really?" You laughed, seeing the team's eyes on both you and Blake expectedly, Garcia wiggling her eyebrows as you groaned.

"Come on guys, at least ask how I'm doing."

Alex only shrugged, a fond mirth playing on her lips. "I had no part in this, but the cat's outta the bag and we gotta pay for it."

You had rolled your eyes in defeat and amusement, but indulged them either ways.

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neilgayman69 · 8 months ago

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That moment when you're looking for a specific type of fic and realize it's one of those times you gotta write it yourself.

#spencer reid #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #derek morgan #david rossi #emily prentiss #jennifer jj jareau #alex blake #ao3 #fic writer

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themetaphorgirl · 1 month ago

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Whumptober #15: Patron Saint of Lost Causes

No. 15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

Prompted by @quiddoditto

Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

Spencer still doesn’t know that this time he doesn’t have to try to earn anyone’s love.

Mom didn’t like to be touched most of the time. She liked it when he read quietly, usually in his room. He made sure to read all the books she liked, she was happiest when he could talk to her about them. And as long as she was happy, he was happy. He didn’t mind that his clothes weren’t nice or clean, or that sometimes he went hungry, or that the house was filthy and cluttered with her collections. He kept to himself, and cleaned up after himself, and figured out how to keep himself fed. It was like a little transaction database in his head. Reading quietly so Mom could work on her research, positive. Asking Mom to make dinner when she was busy, negative. Cleaning up her broken coffee cup after she threw it, positive. The most positive things he did, the happier Mom was. He could manage that.

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supercriminalbean · 1 year ago

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Adopted

Alex Blake x GN!Reader.

Summary: What happens when the women who gave you up at birth is suddenly back, but as your new team member. You're threw and unsure how to react, so you hide the truth from her. But what happens when you two becomes close and you become in danger when your past catches up to you.

Warning: Adoption, crying, lying, kidnapping, criminal mind unsub stuff. Sexual abuse mentioned lightly. Seperation anxiety if ya squint.

words: 14.6k

A/n: I don't know where this idea came from but um yeah enjoy

You had just gotten back from England, with Morgan and Garcia. After helping Prentiss settle into her new apartment and also do a little bit of FBI work as well when you were over there. When you three finally get back to the FBI, all three of you are excited to go and meet the new member of your team.

Who has already worked her first case while you guys were away. When you three walk in you offer to go take up all the files you have, laughing softly as you walk away from them arguing about who gets what merch they bought from overseas. Making your way upstairs, noticing Hotch isn’t in his office so you happily just walk and leave the pile of paperwork on his desk for him to deal with later.

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As you walk back out you stop on the landing look down at the team, the soft smile on your face slowly slips off. Your heart suddenly starts to pound away, anxiety flooding your veins as you watch your coworkers. JJ and Reid have now joined Garcia and Morgan, all three of them watching Penelope as she rambles on about something that you can’t quite make out. But what has made you stop in your tracks, is the woman standing behind Penelope. The woman who you never thought you would ever get this close to, the woman who Derek is now introducing himself to so you can only guess is your new team member.

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Your stomach starts twisting itself into knots, feeling nausea as you keep staring at Alex Blake. The sickening feeling made it impossible to stay there watching her, but you’re frozen to the floor. You are only finally able to move when JJ looks up, meeting your eyes. You quickly hurry off to the empty conference room, needing somewhere private to go, needing to be able to think straight, needing to think about how you are going to play this. Oh how you are going to deal with the fact that the woman who gave you up at birth is now your new team member.

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You're leaning against the wall by the coffee maker in the room when you feel someone walk in behind, you know exactly who it is by her footsteps.

“Coffee?” Your voice comes out quiet, almost weakly.

“No, Im okay thanks” JJ response, watching you concerned. When she met your eyes before she knew something was off. You two hadn’t seen each other in almost three weeks, normally you would be rushing for a hug from your best friend. But when she looked into your eyes all she saw was shock, and hurt. The way you went into the closest emptiest room you could find, is anything but normal for you. You make yourself a cup in silence, slowly turning around to look at her as you take a sip still refusing to talk.

“So how was the case?” Coughing a little to clear your throat, refusing to look her in the eyes.

“(Y/n) are you really not going to tell me what's going on right now?” JJ sighs softly crossing her arms as she looks at you. She's known you for over seven years, before you had even joined the Bau team. JJ has always been able to read you like a book, but sometimes there can be small parts of you that you just don’t want to show her.

“JJ, I don’t want to talk about it, so drop it” Huffing a little, glaring at her, trying to do your best to get her to back up. JJ opens her mouth going to argue with you, but luckily you two are interrupted by the whole team, including Alex and even Chief Strauss walking in.

“We got a case” Hotch speaks, breaking up the tension between you two. His eyes linger on you, narrowing slightly as he picks up on the tenison. You clear your throat, walking over to the table, away from JJ who's watching you like a hawk.

“What is it?” You ask, feeling a few pairs of eyes on you.

“Well that would be” Garica starts up the presentation of the murder in the ambulance.

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As the briefing at the case goes on you can’t seem to concentrate, too distracted by the new women standing not even 5 feet away from you. You keep glancing over at her, your body filling with a different feeling each time you see her. First it starts with more anxiety, then comes betrayal, then confusionment then hatred then suddenly everything is hitting you at once. Before you even know it Hotch is letting everyone know that the wheels will be up in 30. As you try to walk out with everyone, the woman you kept glancing at is stopping in front of you, blocking your path.

“Hello, I don’t think we have been formally introduced yet, I’m Alex Blake” The older woman smiles at you softly, her wrinkles disappear as she smiles Her eyes are full of familiarity, her eyes are full of hope and something else that you just can’t put your finger on.

“Yes I’m well aware of who you are” Smiling fakely as you shake her hand, a sense of hurt and hatred for this woman starts to resurface. A feeling that you have harvested for years, one that you thought you had worked through. “I’m (Y/n) (L/n), it’s a pleasure to have you on the team”

“Thank you, I’m really happy to be here” Alex smiles softly at you. Which you nod in response, before you make a hastily exit, happy that Strauss had called Alex to stay back to talk.

~~~

“Alex, can I have a word” Chief Strauss calls out, as Alex and (Y/n) are the last to walk out of the conference room. Alex stops, holding in her facial expression as she turns around to look at the woman she used to call a friend. “I'm sorry, I didn’t get a chance to see you before the Seattle case, congratulations” Strauss smiles kindly.

“It took a lot of hard work to get a shot here, it wasn’t easy” Alex sighed, giving Erin a pointed look.

“It's been a long time” Strauss gulps, seeing that look of unforgiveness on Alex's face, knowing there still a lot left to go to be able to be forgiven by the women she hurt.

“I've got a plane to catch Erin” Alex glances behind her, trying to find her team.

“Goodluck” Erin nods at her, just as Alex turns to the door the older woman opens her mouth once more. “They looks like you, you know, has your eyes and your stubbornness”

That makes Alex stop dead in her tracks, turning around once more with a death look in her eyes.

“Excuse me?” Scoffing a little. “How, how did you know?” Scoffing at her as she was being so unbelievable right now.

“You told me about their birth mark, on their left shoulder by their collar born, (Y/n) has it, also they are just like you were when you started” Strauss offers a comforting smile to her old friend hoping it would help at least, for her to know that she's there to talk to.

“Drop it Erin, no one else knows and no one will, so leave it alone” Alex snaps, turning around walking out in a huff.

~~~

When the team is in the air, you sit on the couch with JJ, sitting as far from Alex as you possibly can. As the team talks and bounce ideas off each other you stay quiet, feeling out of your depth. How is everything around you so normal, yet the way you feel is just anything but. The more you try to focus on the conversation happening, the more you disappear inside your own mind. The thoughts you have had your whole life coming back to the centre of your mind. Your hands clench the seat underneath you so tightly your knuckles turn pale. JJ hand slides over yours, untangling it with the seat, sliding her fingers in between yours. The best thing about you and JJ friendship is that, sometimes no words need to be exchanged for you two to know what each other needed. When the debriefing is finally complete, there is still about an hour left before you land, and with that you get up heading straight to the back of the jet for some alone time.

~~~

Leaning into the seat, laying your head against the wall staring out the window. A cup is placed in front of you, as the blondie sits opposite you, staying quiet for now.

“Thanks JJ” Smiling weakly as you lean forward for the cup.

“No problem, so how much did you actually hear earlier?” JJ jokes lightly, having watched how zoned out you were during the briefing. The whole team had, Hotch and JJ had even had a silent conversation with their eyes, both worried about you.

“None of it” Sighing, sipping on your coffee, before looking at your best friend. “And right now JJ, I don’t want to talk about it, not while we are on a case, maybe when we get back?” Smiling a little more as she smiles back nodding at you.

“You got it, wine and movie night back at mine then, huh?”

“Sounds perfect” Laughing softly, as you close your eyes. Hoping to get a couple of minutes of peace before you land.

~~~

The case goes by slowly, in reality it's only a couple days, but the information takes way too long to get. But eventually everyone is back on the jet, happy to be going home. During the case, you somehow managed to avoid working too much with Alex Blake. Hotch kept partnering you up with JJ and Morgan, knowing they are your safety people when you go quiet like this. The team didn’t ask you too many questions as to your strange behaviour, putting it down to jet lag and missing Emily. JJ knew it was more than that, but allowing you to come to her when it's time. Alex had tried to ask you a few questions during the case which you had stuttered through trying to answer. You hated making a fool in front of her, hated how much her presents affected you.

~~~

When the team is finally heading home, you head straight to JJ side, ready to explode and tell her what's been eating at you, the last few days.

“Up for some company, blondie?” Smiling at her, as you see her roll her eyes playfully at you.

“You know I hate that nickname, also Will already knows to expect you tonight” Smirking softly, as you both make your way to her car, planning to just leave your car here and collect it tomorrow after work. Getting in you grow quiet as she drives, both walking into her place quietly knowing Henry would be asleep. JJ goes straight to Henry's room to kiss him goodnight while you make your way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. Not at all surprised to see Will there, pouring two glasses already.

“Well hey ya Will” Smiling softly, as he looks up at you giving you his signature smile.

“Hey shorty, how ya doing” Chuckling softly as he walks over to give you a hug, which you happily accept. Will, you have always seen as an older brother, not long after you met him did you two instantly click and a strong friendship that's like sibling love started to form.

“Im okay” Sighing softly, as you pull away.”How are you doing? You look tired” You give him a pointed look, knowing how much he runs himself down some days.

“I'm just about to go to bed, so just hush you” He laughs. “You don’t look any better either by the way” Nudging you, as you both start laughing.

~~~

You wait on the couch, as JJ and Will are talking in the kitchen for a few minutes saying goodnight before she comes out and joins you. You're already nursing your glass of wine, when JJ joins you, plopping down right beside you with her own glass.

“Okay so what is up with you, because I have not seen you this distracted in years” JJ looks at you, getting herself comfortable on the couch. You sigh deeply as you lean your head into the back of the couch, closing your eyes.

“You know how I’m adopted right?” Opening your eyes, glancing over at the confused look on JJ's face.

“Um yeah, why, has something happened?” Her tone is gentle, knowing how your family is a tough subject for you.

“Er kind of” Laughing weakly, sipping on your drink as you glaze slips to the ground. “I kind of meet my birth mother” The loneliness overpowers the bitterness in your tone, allowing yourself to feel any emotions that are coming out tonight.

“Oh my god.. Are you sure?” JJ eyes widen, placing a hand on your knee in comfort.

“Yeah I’m sure.. After.. After my parents death, I did some research on her trying to find her and I did… I readed up all about her and I even tried to attend one of her classes a couple years back, but as soon as I saw her I ran out” Shaking your head in disappointment. Tears start to swell in your eyes, unsure if it's due to frustration, anger or if it's just because you're sad and feeling broken inside.

“Oh (Y/n), so what happened this time?” JJ's expression softens as she sees you take a deep shaking breath.

“Nothing, she didn’t know who I was, she introduced herself and then we” Taking an extra breath as you look into JJ eyes. Seeing the sisterly love she has always had for you, swimming in her eyes. “And then we got on the Jet for the case”

JJ eyes narrow in confusement, staring at you as she tries to piece the pieces together. You can’t help but smirk a little as you see the little clogs in her mind turn and finally click into place. Her mouth drops open, her eyes looking like they might pop out of the socket in any second.

“Holy crap.. Alex.. Seriously!?” JJ screechs, leaning forward. Her wine glass almost slipped through her hand.

“Yeah, yeah, our new team member is somehow my biological mother” Groaning with apprehensive, fearing for how this situation is going to turn out.

~~~

As months pass by, you hold up a wall between you and Alex, never letting her get too close. The team had expressed their concern to you, about making her feel welcome, about letting Emily go and letting someone new in. Hotch had even sat you down in his office one day after a rough case. During that case he had tried to make you and Alex work together, and while it was working well, near the end you had snapped at her. Alex tried her best to get you to like her, letting you take control. She was racking her brain trying to figure out if you could possibly know who she is, but there could be no way, it was a closed adoption. Everyone just kept telling her it was because of your trust issues with newbies.

~~~

It took three months for you to warm up to Alex. It was over a rough case, you had seen her struggling to keep her emotions in check. Over the last few months you had come to care for the woman, learning small facts about her. Learning that she has a husband, that she has now been married to for almost 15 years. At the end of the case everyone headed straight from the jet to their cars, except Hotch, Alex and you. All three of you are making your way to the office, quietly. You and Alex sit down at desks, both desks are the farthest from each other. Hotch walks past you both, heading straight up to his own office. Silence fills the office for a while as you all work on your own paperwork, everyone's mind racing from the case. Your mind racing with more than just that, as you stare at the woman sitting across the room, studying her face. The bags under her eyes, the despair and guilt swimming in her eyes from the actions she had to perform in the last few days. As she fills out her paperwork, her other hand taps away on her desk, which you now know is a sign of her anxiety or when she is so far out of her head she doesn’t even know she's dreaming. As you fill out your own paperwork, you keep a close eye on her, worrying about what is swimming inside that mind of hers.

~~~

Looking back up when you hear footsteps approaching, locking your eyes with Hotch, who sighs when he sees you.

“You should be heading home (Y/L)” Hotch sighs, giving you his tired boss look.

“I’ll head off soon Bossman” Smiling a little at him. Glancing over at Blake, who is now just staring absent-mindedly at the wall in front of her. Hotch follows your eyes, before they flick back to you, with a raising an eyebrow at you.

“Do you want me to drop her home?”

“Nah Hotch, you go home go see Jack I’ll take care of Alex tonight” Smiling weakly, your eyes still focused on her.

“Alright, see you Monday then, (Y/n) Goodnight” Hotch smiles softly, glad that you're finally warming up to the older agent.

“Goodnight Aaron” Muttering quietly as he walks past you, staring at the woman thinking.

~~~

“Alex, let's go” You're now standing beside her, holding both of your bags. She jumps slightly, so far deep inside her mind she never notices you approach her.

“Oh no, it's fine you don’t need to wait for me, I need to get all of this done tonight” She sends you a small weak smile. Her eyes looking empty and tired, her body exhausted from the case, but her mind just doesn’t seem to know when to stop running.

“Okay Alex you seem to be misunderstanding me right now” You sigh at her, a smirk playing on your lips that makes her eyes narrow at you. “I am already holding your bag, so you are going to get your ass off your chair get in my car and we are going to get milkshakes then go to my place and I am going to show you how I deal with bad cases okay, so get up” The stare you give her, makes her know that there is no room for arguments. That little smile she gives you in return, when she places her pencil down shows that you have easily won this one, anyway.

“You are bossy, did you know that?” Laughing at you while she shakes her head, grabbing her things off her desk, placing them all in her other bag.

“Oh I have been told that, now get up” Laughing along with her, not long after you two are heading down and getting in your car.

~~~

You're not sure when it happened in the last three months, but your hatred for Alex had slowly disappeared. You had decided to give her a chance, watching her from a distance, making sure she wasn’t going to hurt your family before you got involved with her personally. You know you're not ready to tell her who you are yet, but maybe in due time. A friendship with her is what you truly desire right now, just a connection with her and then maybe see what the future could hold for the both of you. But right now, you are off to get milkshakes with her, trying to distract her mind from the case. As you two drive to your favourite milkshake place that's open 24/7, the ride is full of comfortable silence, the only noise is your radio.

~~~

As soon as you lead Alex through the door, your favourite worker greets you immediately.

“(Y/n) it's been forever where have you been” Gail exclaims, smiling widely as she walks over to you. The older woman is in her late 60s, she has one of the biggest hearts you have ever met. She has the ability to always light up your day or night no matter how bad your day has been.

“Hey Gail” Smiling softly as you hug the lady, enjoying the motherly hug she always gives you.

“Oh I have missed you my darling” She smiles, pulling away slowly, her eyes floating over to Alex. “And who is this?”

“Oh right, Gail this is my teammate Alex, Alex this is the best milkshake maker in the world” Earning a laugh from the older woman.

“Oh you flatter me (Y/n)” Gail laughs before smiling at Alex. “So you are the newbie on the team, well I hope (Y/n) isn’t being their usual rude closed up self” Gail turns to you giving you her very pointed stern look, making you gasp dramatically at her, while Alex laughs lightly.

“Oh they aren’t too bad” Alex smirks at you, as you roll your eyes at both of them.

“Okay well why don’t you two go and sit down and I will bring you both something special then” Gail smiles, shooing you off to your normal table, by the window in the corner.

~~~

“So you come here a lot, huh?” Alex asks after you both take a seat.

“Oh yeah, I use to live around the corner, during the academy I use to come here almost every night it is the quietest place to study, Gail got concerned for me when she use to see me every night at 1am, and now she loves me” Smiling softly as you settle down, glancing around the place thinking back to when you first found the place. “I now only come here maybe every couple weeks, mainly after a bad case”

“Ah so you have history with this place” She smiles a little while watching you.

“I guess I do”

“Can I ask you something (Y/N)?” Alex eyes softly as she rethinks her question.

“Sure, Alex what's up?”

“Why did you bring me here, I thought you don’t like me?” She smiles as she watches you, her question holds not ill feelings, just pure curiosity.

“I don’t dislike you Alex, I may not be that warm to you compared to the rest of the team but I have known them all for almost 5 years now, and some even more than that” Sighing softly as you glance up at Gail who places the milkshakes and fries down gently.

“There we go guys, enjoy” Gail smiles, accepting your guys thanks, before walking off.

“Okay, but I was told you didn’t take this long to warm up to others, plus you snap at me and argue with me all the time” Alex gulps as she presses you with the question, her hand wrapping around her milkshake, uncertain if she really wants the answer to her question. You fall silent, thinking her question through, trying to fall on a decision on how much you want to disclose with her tonight. You sip on your milkshake smiling a little as the flavours dance across your tongue. Your eyes flicking up to hers finally figuring out an answer.

“I have issues opening up and trusting new people, and you replacing Emily is a lot more tougher than I thought it would be, and I thought If I made it impossible for you to get along with me than you would leave but somehow I don’t think that is going to work” You smile weakly, holding back the truth. You're not ready to know the truth of why she left you, and you're definitely not ready for her to leave you again.

“Trust issues I get that, but listen I’m not going to leave, you can give me as much shit, and challenge me on everything you want, but I am not going anywhere” Alex stares you dead in the eyes as she promises you. Her mind is running with what could have happened to you that made you not trust people.

“Thank you, Alex I'm still going to challenge you, but I do care for you and I will try harder to not be so rude all the time” You send her a small caring playful time smile.

“Then I guess, this is a new beginning for us, to our friendship” Alex smirks, lifting up her glass, making you laugh softly, picking your own up, knocking it softly against her.

“To us”

~~~

A few more months go past. Overtime you and Alex grow closer. Grabbing milkshakes together after bad cases, going over to each other's place when you have time off work, for many different things. First it was because you both found out you both like to bake and cook, so you spent the whole day baking and cooking together, learning about why you both got into the job you do. You even talk about her family, and her husband who she met almost 20 years ago, that's the furthest she ever went back into her own life. You told her about your adopted family and what it was like growing up, and how much you loved your family, growing quite as you told her about their death. You told her how your neighbours would check on you almost daily and soon became your best friend and that is how you met Jennifer Jaurae and soon her boyfriend Will. You told her how you joined the unit when you were 22 and how hard you fought for your position, in return she told you how hard she tried to restore her reputation inside the bureau and why it had ended so badly for her. You two had grown so closely in the last few months that the team knew you two came in a package during cases, working better together than separate.

~~~

It's now been Nine months since Alex has joined the Bau, and she still hasn’t told you who she is to you. Instead she feels like an imposter in your life, learning everything she can about you, while she can barely tell you the truth about her own. One morning she walks into the bullpen, smiling as she holds her coffee, glancing over at your desk. Frowning instantly as she noticed you're not there, you're always there before her, almost before anyone, except Hotch of course. Alex sits down at her desk, glancing at Reid who's focusing on the word cross in front of him.

“Hey uh Reid, where's (Y/l)?” Alex places her bag down, sipping on her coffee, feeling bad for interrupting the younger boy's concentration.

“Not sure, they and JJ haven’t turned up yet” Reid shrugs, barely paying attention. Alex relaxes a little, you're probably just with JJ somewhere, and the fact you have been a little off the last few days is probably nothing to worry about, she tells herself. Soon Alex and Reid are joined by Morgan and Penelope, starting the day laughing and chatting away waiting for JJ and you to show up.

“Are those two ever late like this?” Alex asks, growing worried about you, tapping her pen against the desk.

“No, not like this at least” Morgan sighs. Glancing at the clock, you and JJ are officially an hour late, and you two are never late.

‘I've rang them both but no answer” Garcia bites her lip with worry picking her phone up again. “I’ll try again” She sighs, bringing the phone to her ear, her face falling as your phone goes straight to voicemail. “That was voicemail, I don't like this, I have a bad feeling” Her eyes flicker over to Derek, anxiety rolling around in her chest.

“I'm going to Hotch” Morgan decides, getting up heading over to the stairs when he sees Hotch and Rossi walk out of the office their faces harden, both their eyes full of concern as they walk down the stairs heading straight towards their team.

“Okay, I don’t like this” Reid gulps, staring up at his bosses. Everyone's heart filling with fear, Morgan wraps his arm around Garcia automatically, readying themself for the news.

~~~

“JJ and (Y/n) badges and phones have just been founded in a park, there is no sign of them, Morgan and Reid, I want you two to go to the park, Blake, You and Rossi go to (Y/n) and JJ place see if you can find anything, Will is already on his way here with Henry, Garcia I want you to look at the security cameras find their last location” Hotch doesn’t stop to catch his breath, watching his team take in the news. Everyone moves in a split second, four of them rushing towards the elevator, Garcia rushes quickly to her office with Hotch hot on her heels.

~~~

The team searches everywhere, looking for answers trying to find who took you and JJ. Garcia finds the security cameras at the park, filling her with dread as all she sees is someone discarding your and JJ gear from a car window before driving off again. They put a bolo out on the car, along with yours and JJ, realising that they aren’t at home. No one can find any clues as they search yours and JJ house. It takes hours before they come close to anything, all they now have is yours and JJ's last known location. A cafe nearby, it seems you two had gone for a run before stopping for breakfast, but that was still three hours before the badges were found. You two had gotten into your separate cars and had driven in different directions. Garcia has lost you both in the security cameras, doing her best to try and find something but it all ends up being dead ends.

~~~

“Guys, guys I have something” Garcia yells out, making everyone in the conference room fall silent turning to her with hope.

“What is it, Garica?” Hotch walks over, looking over her shoulder at her laptop screen. His eyes land on the face recognition match. His heart drops as he reads the name, a name he wishes had nothing to do with his missing agents.

“Oliver Martin” Hotch huffs out between grunted teeth, his eyes full of fiery hatred.

“Oh crap” Rossi is the first to respond, quickly walking over to look at the results. The other four agents in the room look between each other in confusement.

“Um sorry, who the hell is that?” Alex asks, her patience and emotions sitting on edge all day.

“That would be one of most wanted drug lords in about 5 different countries” Rossi answers her, his eyes never leaving the screen. His brain is trying to figure out why he would take two FBI agents. Hotch walks out, bringing his phone to his ear, demanding to talk to Matt Cruz.

“Wait, I’ve heard of this guy before” Reid starts, his eyes widening. “Hes not just known for dealing and moving drugs but also for torture, if you want to torture someone for long periods of times, like for weeks on ends and still keep them alive, you go to him, he apparently knows how to avoid attention and everything” Reid gulps, scanning the room as he speaks. Garcia has tears sliding as she listens to Reid in horror, Mogan walks over to her slowly, wrapping his arm around her, staying quiet. Alex walks out of the room, feeling her tears threatening to spill, she promised herself she would not break, not until you were home safe.

~~~

As the day turns into night, the team struggles trying to find more information. They had been given some information from Matt Cruz as to how you two fell into Oliver's radar. During JJ time working at the state, you had also been reassigned to the undercover unit for a few months. No one knew you two actually worked together in the meantime, you had intruded into Oliver group, and had made your way up to his higher ranks. You never meet the man personally, but you and JJ were responsible for arresting over 60 of his people and losing him about 80 million dollars. To say he was beyond angry is an understatement. It may have taken him years to track down who was responsible for it all, but he eventually did, and now you both are in extreme danger.

~~~

“I found something but it's not good,” Garcia gulps, making everyone's eyes snap to the big screen as she plays a video. It's a video of you and JJ, being walked off a private airplane, being pushed into a car. The footage of you two isn't clear, but they could see marks on your face. Alex's eyes are focused on the way you limp, doing your best to not show any pain or fear. Both you and JJ are putting your defensive faces on, refusing to give them the satisfaction of defeat.

“Where are they Garcia?” Hotch takes a deep breath, trying to keep his calm.

“They seem to still be in the states, it's El paso texas” Garcia taps away on her laptop her heart racing. Alex can’t help but let the tears slide down, imagining what the hell is happening to you right now. She can’t lose you again, not before telling you the truth.

“Wheel up, let's go” Hotch walks out the door, everyone following him he stops off at a spare office where Will is to update him. Everyone else grabs their gear ready to leave, Alex stops at your desk, her hand brushing over your chair. Staring at the only photo on your desk, the one of you and your family, you look barely 17 in the photo with your parents and your two siblings. Her arms shake lightly as she stares at all, she never regrets giving you to the lovely couple, she just regrets never meeting you earlier, not having enough time with you. A hand on her shoulders breaks her out of her thoughts, turning to look at Rossi, who's looking at her with concern.

“We’ll get them back Blake, both of them” He speaks softly, his arm wrapping around his shoulder as he leads the other profiler towards the elevators without another word.

~~~

The flight takes 5 hours, but no one bothers to rest. Garcia researches the best she can with the resources she has on the Jet. Everyone is on the edge as they do their best to figure out where they could be holding them.

“The most important question is how the hell are we going to get them out of there?” Morgan asks, looking up to Hotch.

“At the moment we don’t even have permission to confront Oliver Martin, I'm still trying to get permission from the director for this mission but currently it looks like we are on our own so we have to be careful” Hotch huffs, looking back at his phone.

“Oh who the hell cares!” Alex snaps, making everyone look up at the agent who has been awfully quiet all day. “I do not give a damn what the director says, we have to do everything in our power to save them, we can’t lose them!” Alex huffs, her tears spilling over with frustration.

“And we will get them both back Alex, but we have to be careful, we are dealing with a group who are wanted in five different countries, and we have no back up” Hotch explains, staring at the woman who is in clear distress.

“I don’t care, I will kill that man myself. If it means keeping them safe, we have to get them back. I don't care how” The deadly look on Alex's face makes the group know there's something deeper at play.

“Blake, what the hell is going on between you and (Y/n), because, no offence you haven't known each other longer enough to have this type of hate for a guy who kidnapped them, unless you're in love with them” Morgan scoffs out, staring at the woman with judgement.

“Love, like dating” Alex scoffs at him, her anger growing. “I'm not dating them okay, It's none of your business Derek!”

“Oh but it is, so tell me what the hell is going on” Morgan snaps back.

“Okay why don’t we all just calm down” Rossi starts, but is interrupted by Alex getting up in fit of rage.

“Because they're my child!” Alex breaks open. A sob racking over her body as she walks away, down to the coffee maker away from the watching eye.

~~~

She doesn't get much time alone before she's interrupted.

“Alex, are you okay?” Hotch asks softly, pulling the curtain close, giving them some privacy.

“I'm sorry Hotch.. I shouldn’t have snapped like that, I just” She turns around to face him, tears rolling down her face.

“It's okay, but you should have told me” Hotch looks at her sympathetically.

“I know but.. I haven’t even told (Y/n) yet, what if I never get to” Alex voice breaks, her body being rocked with silent sobs.

“You will, you will get time to tell them, we will save them and JJ, we will get them both home” Hotch smiles, rubbing Alex arm softly.

“Thanks Hotch” She gives him a weak smile, slowly calming herself down.

“Of course, now come on we got a plan to organise” He smiles, walking them back out.

~~~

Garcia manages to find them a few potential addresses by the time they land. Hotch had managed to get them permission to rescue their agent and backup to escort them. The team having profiled that they would be far awhile from others, decided to take a chance and go to the property nearest to the desert. An abandoned warehouse not too far from the border, but further enough away that no one around would suspect them. As the team headed out there Garcia drove to the FBI building in town to help an assistant through her internet. Once Swat arrives and meets the team there, everyone is ready to enter the warehouse. Everyones body and mind are on high alert, knowing one wrong move and they could lose someone. As the group enters the building in all the entries possible, moving slowly and stealthily.

~~~

Alex is partnered with Rossi as they join one group of swat, moving throughout the building. Her heart pounding in her chest, knowing they must be in the right place. It doesn’t take long for them to hear someone scream. A scream that is so high pitched, a scream one only lets out when one is in extreme pain. A hand on Alex's shoulder is the only thing stopping her from running towards the sound. Glancing over her eyes to meet with Rossi who just gives her a small nod, letting her know that she's doing the right thing right now. They move further into the building, only coming across a couple issues in the meantime. Eventually they get to a door, where they can hear on the other side, people are being tortured.

“No, no stop it, stop it” JJ cries out. Her cries are weak, but they can hear she's putting up a fight to whoever she's talking to.

“We are approaching on the south side,” Hotch whispers through the comms.

“We are on the north, ready when you are,” Rossi whisper back, everyone getting into position.

“Just hang back for now Dave”

Alex's arm shakes lightly, as she tightens her grip on the gun, just hoping she can hear your voice, just so her mind can rest knowing you’re alive.

~~~

It happens so fast, Hotch's group enters first, gunning down two out of three of the unsubs in the room. One who was standing behind JJ and the other who seemed to be standing in the middle of the room. That just leaves Oliver Martin, who has position himself behind you, the knife he was previously using to torture you, now pressed against your throat firmly. You and JJ are chained to the ceiling facing each other. Blood seems to be dripping down your arms and face, not even flinching with the cold metal pressed against your throat. You barely seem to be even conscious, your clothes are ripped, hardly having anything to cover you up with anymore.

“Come any closer and I will slice their throat open” Oliver snarls at them, fear thundering through his system.

“Why don’t you just drop the knife, we got you, you lose” Hotch smirks at him, doing his best to keep his eyes off his agents. Knowing he would lose all self control if he let his eyes wander.

“Never, they cost me too much” Oliver presses it more into you, piercing the skin lightly. Hotch aims his gun, but, unfortunately, he and his group don't have a shot, but he knows who will. He gives a look to Reid who's standing behind him, who gives Rossi the go ahead. The door doesn’t even have the chance to fully open by the time a bullet has entered Oliver's skull and his grip on the knife is lost as he drops to the group. Rossi lowers his gun slowly as he stares at the man he just shot, before shoving the gun back in the hostler.

~~~

The team makes their way quickly towards their following agents. Hotch and Reid reach JJ first, helping get her down from the ceiling.

“No, no help (Y/n) first I’m fine, I’m fine” JJ argues weakly, falling against Reid as they set her down.

“JJ, It's okay, we got you both, you’re safe” Hotch whispers softly. Helping Reid lower her to the ground, before glancing over at you.

Morgan helps Rossi unchain you, being careful as they know you can’t support your full weight yet. Alex is quick to wrap her arm around you, helping the boys lower you to the ground. Your eyes seem to flicker open as you feel new hands on you, trying to pull away as they get closer to you. Unable to make out any of the people around you.

“No, no get off, get off” You mutter, using all your strength to pull away from them.

“Hey, hey (Y/n) it's okay, it's okay, it's me Alex, you're safe now” Alex speaks gently. Her hands move quickly to cup your face, holding you still. Fresh tears sliding down hers as she tries to get you to look at her. Your eyes are too swollen to open them too much, but she's just hoping you can tell your safety. You slowly stop fighting against her, relaxing into her hands, finding them filled with warmth and safety.

“A alex..safe.. JJ o okay?” Your voice is weak, your body shaking badly. The cuts on your body are bleeding badly, even with the pressure Rossi is applying on them.

“Yeah, Yeah, JJs okay” Alex whispered. Glancing over at JJ. Seeing her leaning against Reid and talking weakly, JJ’s eyes focusing on you.

“Good.. wouldn’t let them hurt her” Your voice gets weaker and weaker, leaning against the wall behind you. Your breathing starts becoming shorter and shallower, your eyes closing again.

“(Y/n)?” That's Rossi's voice calling out to you, you can feel his hand pressing against your arm.

“Hey, hey (Y/n) stay awake for me okay, look, medics are walking in right now” Alex voice shakes when she calls to you. It's a nightmare for her having to watch you barely cling to life.

“M’kay, needa tell you something” Your words are mumbled together as you feel yourself fall against the wall.

“You can tell me later” Alex gulps. Letting go of your face as the medics come over needing more room to work.

“No, no don’t leave me” Your eyes flick open searching for her, unable to see anything that's not blurry. Something squeezes your hand, forcing a weak smile from you.

“There you are”

The medics work around you, finding your pulse as another works to try and patch up your cuts. The movements and podding is enough to keep you conscious enough of your surroundings. Soon you're being transferred into an ambulance, hearing a voice talking sound but unable to make out any of the words. The only thing you care about is that the hand hasn’t left your, that's the only thing you care for.

“Alex..” Everything starts to feel clear, but your head starts to spin, feeling light headed as they push you into the ambulance.

“Yes darling” Her voice, always so sweet, and loving, how could you ever hate her.

“Needa tell you the truth.. Need you to know” Your words start stumbling into each other.

“Blood pressure is dropping, hey we are starting to lose them” One of the paramedics shouts out, grabbing a needle.

“Tell me later, okay just stay calm” Alex feels as if she can’t breathe, she can’t do this again. If she loses you once more, she doesn’t think she can survive that. Before you can speak again, your heartbeat fades away on the monitor and Alex is pushed out of the way as they perform CPR.

~~~

Hours pass along slowly, the team awaiting for any news about how your surgery is doing. JJ has already been bandaged up and looked after by the doctors as she waits in her room, the team visiting her, giving her company as they wait for Will to arrive. Alex sits by herself in the waiting room, driving herself insane by wondering what you wanted to tell her, wondering if you already knew who she truly is. It's been five hours, when Rossi approaches Alex sitting down quietly beside her.

“How are you doing Al?” He asks softly, turning to look at her, being concerned by her palness, her tear stained cheeks.

“I have no idea what I'm doing Rossi, I can’t lose them again” Her voice breaking, hands gripping her knees.

“You won’t lose them, the doctors are doing their best and (Y/n) is strong they will be okay” Rossi does his best to reassure her, but he can tell that's not the only thing on her mind. “But that's not what's bothering you, is it?”

“What if once they know the truth, they don’t want to ever see me again” Her words are barely above a whisper but Rossi hears her, staying quiet for a minute letting her words sink in for a moment.

“I think that could be a possibility but, knowing (Y/n) I don’t think they will, you two are already close. I can't see them leaving you behind anytime soon” He smiles softly, patting Alex's shoulder softly.

“I hope you're right, because I can’t lose another child Dave, I just want them to understand it all” She smiles weakly, glancing over at the older man who gives her a reassuring smile before getting up.

“I know, also JJ wants to see you, go talk to her please, I’m going to go pick up Will from the airport” Rossi smiles once more before walking off.

~~~

Alex makes her way to JJ room, glancing inside she sees JJ in the hospital bed hooked up to an I.V machine. JJ looks exhausted, and has a few bruises on her face, her arms have a couple bandages on them but otherwise JJ looks fine. Penelope and Reid are the only other ones in her room currently, Reid is the first to spot Alex hovering by the door, he smiles softly at her. Getting off his chair, he walks towards Garcia who is sitting beside JJ talking away about something Sergio.

“Hey Pen, why don't we go and check in with the team, see if we can find an update on (Y/n)” Reid smiles, his eyes flicking over to Alex who slides in quietly. Garica looks at him confused at first until her eyes land on Alex, and then she gets up quickly.

“Oh yeah, good idea genius” She smiles lighty at Alex before following Reid out, giving the two ladies some space.

~~~

“I was wondering when I was going to see you” JJ looks up at Alex, looking at her expectedly. “Are you going to come sit or just stand there awkwardly?” JJ jokes lighty, tilting her head at Alex. Smiling playfully, which earns a soft laugh from the other woman.

“I figured you would have had enough people visiting you, though you need some rest” Alex sighs a little, coming over to sit beside her bed.

“I like the company at the moment, I don’t really fancy being alone at the moment” JJ smirks, her eyes focusing on Alex, worrying about what's going on inside her mind. “So do you want to talk about it?”

“You're the one in the hospital bed JJ” Alex shakes her head. Sighing when she catches the look JJ is giving her, tilting her head backwards against the wall.

“Yeah but you're the one with the child in surgery” JJ states, crossing her arms as much as she possibly can.

“So you know, who told you” Alex groans softly, placing her face in her hands.

“You know Alex, I've known (Y/n) for a long time right, way before they joined the team” JJ ignores her question. Staring at Alex pondering what information they can share on this event that doesn’t betray any trust from (Y/n).

“I know, (Y/n) told me you two were neighbours, you became their main support when their family died” Alex looks up at her, nerves running throughout her body.

“That's right, they have opened up to me about a lot, and that includes their feeling on their birth parents, you should know (Y/n) doesn’t hate you, they have a lot of unresolved feeling towards you but they don’t hate you” JJ smiles, doing her best to try to comfort and reassure the older woman. Alex smiles weakly in response, taking a deep breath as she feels her chest starting to cave in on itself. Sobs and screams trying hard to escape Alex's body, pressing against the walls of her lungs but they don’t manage to tear through. Instead a few tears slide down her face when she nods at JJ.

“Thank you.. Thank you for always being there for them, I have my reasons for not being able to be present in their life, but some days it doesn’t feel like enough” Alex takes a shaky breath, her hands fidgeting. JJ reaches over to take one of Alex's hands slowly.

“It's okay, we all have our own reason for doing the things we do” JJ sighs tiredly, pulling away slowly as she hears a few people enter the room. Looking up to spot her husband rushing through the door towards her.

“Will” JJ cries out softly, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

~~~

Hours pass by and the doctors finally give the team the good news that you made it through the surgery and that you should wake up in the morning. Hotch practically orders the team to go back to the hotel for the night. Telling them that everyone needs their rest and promising that everyone can come see you and JJ in the morning. Almost everyone leaves at Hotch's order, everyone but Alex who refuses to leave until she gets to see you, no one tries to argue with her. Hotch is the only other one to stay, not wanting to leave Alex alone, also wanting to be there in case something goes wrong with your health. Alex and Hotch are led to your room, after arguing softly with the doctor to both be allowed in there.

~~~

When you eventually manage to open your eyes, your body feels groggy, like you're floating underwater. Groaning softly as you open your eyes, the brightness hurting your eyes. You try pulling yourself up into a sitting position but your body feels too heavy to move. Your eyes slide around the room, finding a chair that has an abandoned blanket on it, in the far corner. You're guessing someone must have been here, but now must be taking a small break, your eyes continue scanning around your hospital room, before they fall on the woman sitting right beside you. Her eyes fluttering open slowly, due to the noise you're making, soon they spring open, her smile turning into one fall of love and relief.

“You're awake” Alex smiles gratefully at you.

“You found us” Your voice is a bit rough, tears springing to your eyes. “W wa wait wait, JJ is, JJ okay?” Your voice breaks, fearing for the worse.

“She's fine love” Alex smiles, taking your hand gently in hers. “She fine thanks to you”

“Alex…” Tears start sliding down your face as you stare at her, your body running with fear and exhaustion.

“(Y/n) it's okay, you're safe now they can’t hurt you anymore” Alex sighs, squeezing your hand lightly, earning a small nod from you.

“I need to talk to the team, apologise to them for hiding all of this” You try to sit up, but Alex stands up quickly, putting her hand on your shoulders, stopping you.

“No, no you need to rest everything else can wait”

“No… no it can’t” A sob escapes your lips before you can stop, the memories of what they did to you start flashing through your mind.

“Hey.. hey it's okay” Alex's eyes widened, her heart breaking hearing you fall apart like this. Without thinking she moves you gently across the bed, sitting down beside you, so that she can easily wrap her arms around you. Bringing you into her arms easily, holding you closely as the last few days catch up to you.

~~~

As the day goes on, the team comes by one at a time, some twice at once, to come see you. Everyone has promised Alex that they will keep her secret, until you are at least well enough rested and she can find the right time to tell you. As you lay in your bed, talking and laughing away with Reid and Rossi. Having finally managed to send Alex away to the hotel to have a shower and rest. Your boys keep you company, not asking you any question about what you went through and quickly shutting you down when you tried to apologise.

“So is that the reason she is ex-wife number 3 or is there another reason Rossi?” You tease him, earning a laugh from Reid while Rossi shakes his head at you. The laughter and jokes are interrupted by a soft knock on the door, making everyone look up.

“Well, you look better” JJ smiles softly, walking in followed by a Will close behind her.

“JJ” You grin up at her. She walks over to you quickly, wrapping her arms around you the best she can.

“Oh my gosh, I am so happy to see you again” She whispers softly, pulling away slowly. You look her over, taking your time, trying to see how bad her injuries are. You're happy to not find too many bad ones, even happier to find her in her own clothes and not a hospital gown.

“You're running away from this place already, Blondie?” You joke lightly. Feeling her hand slide off your shoulder, you quickly reach up and grab it, not ready to lose physical contact with her yet. Her eyes soften as she links her fingers through yours. Knowing how bad you can get after a bad case, but you both have never been through something this bad before, she's terrified to think how the aftermath for you is going to be.

“Yeah, they have given me the all clear, I'm off to the hotel to rest” She smiles weakly, meeting your fearful eyes. She glances up at Will, nodding her head towards the door, he nods understanding.

“Hey Reid, Rossi, why don’t I buy you guys a cup of coffee?” He smiles, patting JJs shoulder before walking out after getting the boy's response. Once you two are finally alone, JJ sits on the edge of your bed. Pulling her hand free from yours, running it through your hair softly.

“Thank you… You didn’t have to lie to them, you didn’t have to protect me like that, my sweets” JJ speaks softly, remembering how you took the beatings for her.

“I would never let them hurt you Jay…” You look down while leaning into her touch. Your mind is spinning with so many things.

“Want to tell me what's going on inside your mind?” JJ watches you worried. You went through worse than her, and she doesn’t know how you're still functioning. The torture they put you through, not just physically but psychologically. JJ was only in the room for half of your torture. Hearing certain things being said, certain things from your past being brought up that she didn’t even know about.

“JJ… if you heard anything about me or my past, can you not share that please, I don’t need anyone to know about it” Your voice breaks lightly, gasping slightly for air feeling your lungs collapse together, feeling as if the room is suffocating you.

“Hey.. hey it's okay, I won’t tell anyone, none of that matters because you're safe now, we got you” JJ wraps her arms around you pulling you into her chest, whispering soft comforts in your ear until you calm down.

~~~

After you finally pull away from her, your body feeling exhausted, pain starting to become apparent again.

“I should let you go, let you go rest” You smile weakly up at her.

“I can stay with you if you need me to?” JJ stares down at you, her eyes frown at you.

“Don’t please, you need to rest and I know Will, will want you to go back to the hotel and rest” You sigh, pulling away from her touch with regret, hoping it will encourage her to leave.

“Okay fine, but I’ll check on you tomorrow okay?” JJ sighs, watching as you crawl back inside your own mind. You nod at her, avoiding her eye contact. Slowly she makes her way towards the door, halting as she hears your voice again.

“Do you think I should tell her, I want to tell her” Your voice is quiet, she's unsure if the words you even spoke are yours. She doesn’t need to ask who the ‘her’ you are referring to is though, she knows you’ve been wanting to bring her up all day.

“If you think it's time, go for it” JJ smiles encouragingly at you, before finally walking out the door. Leaving you alone, nothing but you and your own thoughts.

~~~

The day comes to an end and suddenly you're alone with nothing but your own thoughts and the ghost of those men. You can still feel their hands all over your body, the words they spewed at you burning holes in your mind. You're so far deep inside the memories you don’t even notice Alex walk in, she leans against the doorway, watching the zoned out look in your eyes, just wondering how she can make this better for you.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” Alex calls out to you softly walking over to you. Her voice pulls you from the dark memories playing in your mind, jolting you back to the present. Your attention shoots straight over to her, smiling weakly as you force yourself to breathe.

“Hey, what are you doing here, shouldn’t you be resting?” Forcing a happy tune into your voice, trying so hard to act like you're fine so that just maybe you can trick your own mind.

“I didn’t want you to be alone” Alex smiles gently, but it doesn't quite meet her eyes as she takes a seat. Her concern for you keeps growing, she can’t imagine what must be going on inside that mind of yours.

“I’m fine Blake, I don’t need to be babysat” The harshness in your tone isn’t directed at her, she knows that, but the sudden fire in your eyes makes her think you don’t.

“Okay, then how about I tell you the truth then” Alex takes a deep breath, seeing you frown in confusement.

“The truth, about what?”

“About how I feel” She turns to face you, her eyes soften as she starts to open up. “I’m here because I hate the idea of you being alone, I can’t deal with the idea of you here, I won’t be able to rest If I don’t keep you in my sights tonight” Alex confesses, thinking that she doesn’t really have a reason to feel so protective over you. But the way your face lights up a little, the smile light smile, one that's full of love plays on your lips.

“Is that your way of saying you were worried about me and you have come to care for me, huh Blake?” Smirking softly at her, reaching out for her hand. Earning a soft chuckle from her along with an eye roll as she takes your hand in hers gently.

“Maybe I have (Y/L), maybe I have” Alex’s heart flutters as she holds your hand, knowing this is how you reach out, how you show someone you're not okay. You like to have physical touch only when you're going through a rough time, it helps ground you everyone in the team knows this. They know to give you space until you physically reach for them, and normally it's always JJ, Morgan or Garcia. Alex enjoys the way you feel comfortable with her, the way you're willing to allow her into your life, at the moment.

~~~

The next day you were finally granted permission to leave the hospital and even cleared for flying. So by that afternoon everyone is all aboard the jet and are on their way home, after the last few days of pure anxiety ridden nightmare. During the flight you stick mostly to yourself, everyone left the couch for you, thinking it would be more comfortable. But instead you took the seat near the back of the jet, not wanting to be close to anyone, just needing to be alone. The team got the message and left you to it for most of the flight, the rest of the team play some card games, except Hotch and Rossi who do paperwork instead. Halfway through the flight, where you have done nothing but stare out the window, daydreaming. A hand softly touches your shoulder calling out to you as she does.

“(Y/n), come on get up” JJ sighs, having enough of seeing you like this.

“JJ, I’m fine” Turning to her, annoyed because you know she's not going to leave you alone.

“Bullshit, now get up” She smiles softly, holding out her hand for you, giving you her signation ‘Don’t argue here’ look. One you normally only see her give Henry.

“Fine” Groaning quietly, a smile pulling at your lips, taking her hand as you stand up. Letting her pull you to the couch, where Will is sitting on the end giving you two spaces. JJ sits by the arm rest, pulling you into her arms as the rest of the team pretends not to be looking and continues to play their game. Will offers you a small smile as you cuddle into JJ, he’s so use to sharing her with you, especially after a rough case. The rest of the flight goes smoothly, you and JJ join in with a few games, playing as partners in them refusing to move from her arms. The rest of the team is so used to this they don’t question it, they're just happy you're talking and socialising, scared about how closed off you were becoming earlier.

~~~

Soon everyone is back at the office, collecting their things and paperwork. You and JJ were grabbing the most, having been instructed to take extra time off by the doctor. Both your arguments fall on deaf ears, until you both start arguing with each other about how the other needs to rest. Alex watches in confusement at the argument, but the team and Will just carry on to their desk, being so used to their arguments. You bid the team goodbye after finally agreeing to listen to the doctor and take time off, hugging them all, promising to reach out if you need anything.

“JJ I’m fine I don’t need a ride home, I can drive my car home” You sigh, having already had this conversation with Morgan and Rossi.

“Are you sure, I can make Will drive your car home then pick him up?” JJ sighs, hating the idea of you even being alone tonight yet alone driving home.

“Jays, Im fine” Smiling softly giving her a pointed look. “Look I will be fine, plus I still need to talk to Hotch first so just go home and I��ll text you when I get home safely okay?” Smiling as you reassure her, knowing her worryingly is coming from a good place even if it's annoying you right now.

“Okay fine, but if you don't text me, Im sending Will” JJ promises you before pulling you into a tight hug.

“Okay deal” Laughing softly as you hug her back.

~~~

Exiting Hotch's office leaving him to do the paperwork. You make your way downstairs to find that almost the whole team has already left. Hotch and Rossi are still left in their office, catching up on their paperwork. Walking towards your desk you grab your bags, sighing softly as you look around the office, the feeling of this place having changed since you first entered it.

“Leaving already?” Her soft cherry voice calls out to you as you wait for the elevator to open. Smiling weakly as you turn around to face Alex, half of you’re not surprised to still see her around, having not gotten to talk to her yet.

“Yeah, home time” Smiling at her, happy to see she's also got her own bags.

“It's weird isn’t it, leaving just as the sun's starting to set, leaving on time for once” She laughs softly, as she steps into the elevator.

“That it is, but oh I can not wait to go home and just sleep in bed” Sighing softly, leaning against the wall, the exhausted catching up to your body.

“I get that, movies and food tonight sounds perfect” Alex smiles, glancing at you, doing her best not to worry as she notices just how pale you're going.

“You're correct there Blake” Sighing as you push yourself off the wall and walk out of the elevator, heading towards your car.

“Hey I know you're probably sick of hearing this but um” Alex looks over at you.

“I swear if you're going to offer me a ride home Alex I’m going to scream” Groaning softly as you get to your car, hearing her laugh makes a smile break across your face.

“No, I know better than that” Laughing softly as she watches you put all your gear into your car. “No I was going to say, if you need anything I'm just a phone call away, you call me and it doesn’t matter why or what the time is, I'll always be there” Alex smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder softly.

“Thank you” Smiling weakly as you look up at her, the feeling of confessing everything to her is eating at you.

“Of course” One last smile from her and she's walking away.

~~~

Later that night you're getting ready for a relaxing night on the couch with your favourite food. But after having a shower and just trying to relax on the couch you can’t help but jump at every single sound you hear. Panic rising inside you everytime a car outside honks, or just voices from passing people can be heard. Never has your place ever felt so lonely and terrifying ever before. Wrapping yourself up on the couch with your favourite blanket, your comfort movie playing, while you wait for your food to arrive. Your mind can’t seem to stay in the present, jumping from your pass, to some cases to family deaths, to undercover and then torture. The voices in your head seem to get loud, and you know there is only one person who can quiet them right now. Before you can talk yourself out of it again, you decide to ring them, holding the phone to your ear as it rings.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” The pure worrying her voice is enough to break you, a few tears already sliding down.

“No, can you come over?” Your voice shakes lightly, scared of her rejection.

“Of course darling, I'm on my way” You can hear quick movements on the other end of the line.

“Thank you” Taking a deep breath before hanging up.

~~~

Not even ten minutes later is there a knock on your door, smiling softly as you launch yourself on the couch, opening the door quickly.

“Hey you” Alex smiles softly, holding a bag in her hands.

“Hey” Smiling weakly, fighting back the tears as you take her in. Stepping back to allow her in, making your way to the couch.

“I saw your delivery guy downstairs so I brought it up for you” Alex smiles before gently placing it on the coffee table, sitting down beside you.

“Thank you, I definitely order enough for multiple people so help yourself” Laugh softly at the way you always over order.

Silence falls over you two, but the movie still plays in the background. Slowly you lean your head on her shoulder, smiling as she wraps her arm around you bringing you in closer.

“Thank you for coming” Your words are barely above whisper as you feel yourself relaxing.

“Thank you for calling,” Alex whispers back softly, kissing your head softly before pulling the blanket over you both.

~~~

You two just lay there for a while, enjoying the company as the movie plays. She doesn’t ask you to talk, she knows you're not ready, but she knows you need her and as long as you allow it she's never leaving your side.

“Hey Alex?” Taking a deep breath as you look up at her. This moment feels perfect, she's always here for you, the way she always makes you feel comfortable never ceases to amaze you.

“Yeah love?” She smiles down at you, love swirling in her eyes, motherly love.

“I.. I can tell you anything, right?” Taking a sharp breath as you pull yourself into a sitting position.

“Of course, (Y/n)” She tilts her face a little, concerned about the seriousness you're suddenly producing.

“Okay, do you think it’s wrong that I want to know about my birth mother” Biting your lip as you take a different approach than you first thought you would.

“Your birthmother?” Alex's eyes widen, you have never mentioned your birth parents to her before. She can feel her body tensing at this, why would you be bringing this up.

“Yeah, see I want to know her, I want to know why she gave me up, like I’m not mad at her I’m glad she did, I had this amazing family because of her, but I want to know about her, I want to know if we have anything in common, I want to know if she would be proud of who I am” Looking down as your voice trails of at the end, opening up about your birth family, especially with Alex is a big step for you.

Alex goes quiet for a while, studying the closed off look you're trying to push away.

“She's proud of you” Is the first thing Alex says, she needs you to know that, because she's unsure of how this conversation is going to go, if you're going to want her around after. “Your birth mother has her reasons for not being in your life, some of them might not be enough but at the time, she did what she thought was right to keep you safe, and I bet she would do anything to be in your life, because you are amazing, brillant, smart, one of the most kindest people I have ever met and she would be so proud of you” Alex’s voice trembles as speaks, tears springing to her eyes. “A part of her regrets giving you up, but she's knows you wouldn’t of gotten as far in life if she didn’t, but she always kept an eye on you growing up, she was ready if something bad happen, she was prepared to do anything to keep you safe, no matter what it would take, she would do it” Tears start to slide down both your face as you look up at her, a smile slowly forming on your face as you looked into her eyes. Reading the fear, the love and the hurt swirling in her eyes as she stares at you.

“I didn’t think you knew it was me” Gulping thickly as you hold back the fresh tears.

“I always knew” Alex smiles weakly, reaching out for your hand just hoping you’ll take it. Happily you do, pulling yourself closer again, resting your head on her shoulder once more.

“I knew who you were, the moment I saw you in the bullpen that day” SIghing softly as you lean into her embrace. “I was so scared to let you into my life, that's why I was like that at first, but I’m happy I let you in” Your words are soft, allowing the physical touch to calm you down again.

“I thought you might have, but then I gave up on that idea because I thought you would have yelled at me if you knew” Alex runs her free hand through your hair smiling, happy you finally know.

“I wanted to many times, but JJ talked me down everytime”

“Wait, JJ knew?” Alex glances down at you surprised.

“Well uh yeah she is my best friend” Glancing up at Alex worriedly.

“Huh” Alex can’t help but laugh softly. “Well the whole team also knows, I may have let it slip when we were trying to find you”

“No way” Laughing softly at the realisation that everyone on your team seems to be good at keeping that secret.

“Well they are agents, who else can keep a secret like them?” Alex smirks, shaking her head as you two fall into a casual conversation.

~~~

The rest of the night is filled with Alex answering any question you have for her, occasionally tension raises.

“So may I ask why you gave me up?” You turn to look at her, the first question of the night. The question that you have wondered for the last 27 years.

“I was 20 .. I wasn’t ready to handle that type of responsibility, emotionally or financially. I thought I could and I did my hardest to get ready for you in the first four months but.. It wasn’t working out and I knew If I wanted you to have a good life that I couldn’t be apart of it, not at first at least, so I decided to adopted you out give you a better chance at life, I did so much research into the family I was giving you to” Alex takes a deep breath finding it hard to open up about all of this, the only person shes ever told about this is James. “They were a friend's family so I knew you would be safe, I was hoping one day down the road I would be able to stay in your life but I gave up on that the day you were born” Alex has tears sliding down her face as the emotions of that day come rushing back. “One look at you and I knew you would do great things in your life, but that I sadly wouldn’t be there to see it” Alex smiles weakly at you, her lips twitching as she does her best to keep the smile up. “I’m so sorry, I hope you never thought I didn’t want you because I did, I always did” Alex cries out softly, the pain, the guilt eating at her.

“It's okay” Swallowing the thick lump in your throat, your vision becoming blurry due to the tears. “I understand, sometimes it was hard growing up, because I would imagine what it would be like, who you were, what my life would look like but” Taking a deep breath as you lean over, taking her hand in yours. “But I wouldn’t of had the family I had, maybe I wouldn’t of gotten into the FBI academy, maybe I wouldn’t of ended up in the BAU and I definitely wouldn’t be this close to JJ, life would be different I like my life” Smiling a little at her, knowing that everything has to happen for a reason.

“Thank you” Alex squeezes your hand softly. “I was so scared to tell you who I was, at this point I was okay with just seeing glimpse of your life”

“Well we already know each other pretty well so far, I think we are going to be fine” Laughing softly as you realise the anxiety you always thought you would have when it comes to your birth parents, it just doesn’t seem to be around right now.

~~~

“Can I ask about my birth dad?” Biting your lip as you feel her pull away from you, her face turning sour. “Or not we can revisit that later” Gulping at the fear of pushing her too far too fast.

“No, no it's okay I knew you would want to know about him, it's just that he’s a touchy subject” Alex's tone has changed to a harsh, unwelcoming tone.

“Did he..” The fear running through your veins is the same you had when someone first brought it to your attention.

“Oh god no, no he was an asshole but he wasn’t like that” Alex shakes her head. Her denial allowing you to breath again.

“Oh good”

“Me and him, we dated for a year, I didn’t know he was cheating on me when it was happening, but um yeah” Sighing softly before she continues. “He treated me horribly so I broke up with him before I found out I was pregnant, when I told him I was pregnant his attitude towards me changed, until one day he had just vanished from town, he ran away with his family” Alex can’t help but scoff remembering back at the memory of when she found out. “I’m really sorry, he did pass away about 15 years ago” Alex eyes flicks to you, feeling guilty for talking bad about your father then dumping about his death.

“Oh” That's all you're able to get out, even though your mind is running it doesn’t seem like a single thought is staying long enough in your mind to be able to think straight.

“I’m sorry (Y/n)”

“Don’t be, It's okay” You feel numb as you take in all the information you and Alex have inquired over the night.

~~~

The night moves on, the food finally being eaten as you snuggle back into Alex enjoy the movies that play. Throughout the movie mathroon you manage to fall asleep, feeling safe in her arms. Alex smiles holding you close as she watches the movies, her mind running with her past. A scream. A blood curdling scream is what wakes Alex, her eyes shooting up in panic as the scream continues. The shaking body in her arms pulls Alex's eyes down, the whimpering continuing between the screams. The sweat and tears running down your face with pure fear is enough to shake Alex to her core.

“(Y/n) wake up” Alex calls out softly, shaking your arms softly, shaking your harder calling out more firmly when you refuse to wake. “(Y/N)!” Alex all but screams, with a sharp shake when a large cry escapes you. Your eyes shoot open, pain and fear flooding your body as the nightmare finally lets go of its hold on you.

“Alex” Crying softly you lean more into her, tears running down your.

“Hey it's okay darling I got you” Alex rubs your back as she holds you closely, allowing you to cry into her shoulder.

“So scared, so scared” You whimper quietly, taking a big breath, enjoying her scent.

“I know but I got you, you don’t have to be afraid anymore” Alex whispers sweet nothings in your ear, helping calm you down.

A few moments go by in which Alex whispers sweet nothing to calm you down, running her hand through your hair.

“I'm sorry” letting out a shaky breath as you look up at her.

“Don’t be, you're going to get these nightmares, and I’ll be here to fight them away” She whispers softly. her heart aches as she knows just how much pain you're going to be in, before you heal.

“Promise?” Your eyes shine with tears as you look up at her with hope.

“Promise darling” Smiling softly she leans down kissing your forehead softly. “Get some sleep, I’ll be right here”

~~~

A couple week passes and your wounds are still healing, the nightmares are present every night. Alex has had to go back to work but she makes sure to call you everyday to check in, make sure you're doing okay. If you said you weren’t she would be on the first plan home, no question asked.

The week was coming to an end and JJ was getting ready to return to work, so the team was gathering at Rossi place to celebrate. You were also excited to inform the team about you and Alex. Only JJ knew that you two finally knew about each other so far. The team, but mainly Morgan and Garcia keeps encouraging Alex to tell you but she keeps insisting it's not the right time. Only backing off when JJ rings them to give them a small lecture.

~~~

“Hey you two made it” Garcia yelps excitedly running over to you and JJ when you both walk in.

“That we did” You smile, letting Penelope pull you both into a hug.

“I missed you” She grins giving you both a squeeze.

“We missed you too pen” JJ laughs softly, enjoying the moment before pulling away.

“Even if we did ring everyday” You tease the girl, who glares playfully at you.

“That is not the same thing as seeing you at work” She complains, before leading you further into the house.

“Well you will have to wait a little longer before I return, my doctor hasn’t signed off for me to return yet” You grumble as you walk into the room where your team is all spread around.

“Oh seriously” Penelope groans, throwing her head back, accepting the glass of wine Derek is handing her.

“Way to start the night off with bad news” Reid pouts walking over to you both.

“Hey well I’m coming back” JJ smirks at them.

“And the bad news just keeps coming” Morgan groans teasingly as he walks over to JJ, earning a loud scoff and a whack on the arm from her.

“Oh I’m only joking blondie” Morgan smiles, wrapping his arm around her, whispering quietly. “Glad your back”

“Thanks Derek”

“Are you sure you’re ready to come back?” Aaron walks over looking concerned. “You can take more time if you need it”

“I know Hotch but I'm ready, plus Will made sure I got two doctors approval, I’m ready” She smiles back at him.

“Then Welcome back” Rossi smiles happily, walking over giving her a hug before passing her a glass of wine.

“Thanks Rossi”

You can’t help but smile and scan the room, your smile faltering when you can’t see Alex.

“Hey, is Alex not here yet?” Gulping thickly, at the idea of her missing the dinner.

“Oh she said she had something to do, she said she’ll be here a bit later on” Rossi gives you a small smile before passing you a glass of wine.

~~~

The night goes on, the team sitting outside around the firepit sipping on their drinks and sharing stories and jokes. Nights like this is what makes the team a family.

“Sorry I’m late” A voice calls from the doorway, making your head shoot up a smile spreading over your lips.

“You made it, and you brought a friend,” Rossi smirks, landing on the guy behind her.

“I did” She smiles, her eyes landing on you for a split second. “This is James, my husband”

“Sorry for intruding” He smiles as he follows her outside, his eyes are gentle and full of light and love.

“Never intruding, the more the merrier” Rossi smiles welcoming at him, standing up to shake his hand. “Dave Rossi”

Soon James is introduced to everyone, then it's your turn. You’re already up on your feet, feeling nervous at meeting him finally.

“You must be (Y/n)” James smiles at you, his eyes lingering on yours.

“I am” Smiling you give him a quick hug, that just feels natural. He leans down to whisper in your ear quietly.

“It's great to finally meet you”

“You to” Smiling you pull away, glancing at Alex who has a proud loving smile pressed across her lips.

“It's great to finally meet my mum's husband” You announce loudly, a smile spreading across James and JJ's face.

“It's great to finally meet you too,” James smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Wait she finally told you” Garcia yelps grinning wildly, her eyes bouncing between you and (Y/n). The team all shares looks and smiles filled with joy.

“Uh no not exactly” Alex laughs softly, walking over to join the hug.

“Oh nah, I asked her the night we got back from texas” Your smile falters for a second, before shrugging. “We decided to keep it between ourself for a while”

“Wait so we kept giving you a hard time for no reason” Morgan groans, grimacing in guilt.

“Why do you think I told you to give them space?” JJ smirks at the bestie, a knowing look in her eyes.

“You knew!?” Penelope gasps, staring at her.

“Of course I knew, I was told the moment Alex joined the team, plus it wasn’t hard to tell Alex also knew the whole time” JJ shrugs sipping her wine.

“Wait you knew she knew” Your mouth fell open staring wide-eyed at her.

“Well yeah, but it was a journey you two had to work out for yourself” JJ smirks at you, watching as your hard glare soften and a light laugh leaves you.

“Thats why your my best friend”

“Clearly” JJ grins at you.

“Well we are happy for you guys” Aaron smiles up at you three, pushing the paperwork he has to do due to this situation outta his mind.

“Thanks Hotch” You smile, looking around at your family. Who knew when you joined the FBI you would end up surrounded by those that truly love you and accept all your flaws. Never in a million years would you think you would find your biological mother this way, but hey life is full of surprises, always.

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