#and she Immediately breaks out of paula to do the fucking face and beat perfect jack manhattan and you kinda realize oh she's just

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the nsbu table is five DM pets and rekha shankar

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Boy Band

request: Hi, Would you be able to fic based off Criminal Minds season 5 episode 22 “The Internet is forever” Where the fem reader fights off an unsub and Reid immediately falls for her?

Warnings: Mentions of death, cursing, mentions of fighting

“This is Doris Archer, she’s the third woman to go missing in Boise Idaho this year, along with Paula Renmar and Samantha Rush, they went missing roughly two months apart.”

JJ says, pictures of the disappearing women flashing on the screen at the round table as you look through their files. You hear footsteps enter the room, and spinning around, there’s Spencer, but his long hair has been chopped off and curled, as if he were in one direction or something.

He sits next to Hotch, glancing around at all of the eyes on him before Hotch speaks.

“What, did you join a boy band?”

You stifle a laugh as Spencer stares at him confused, his eyebrows furrowing a bit.

“No.”

God his voice is so adorable. 

You just smile at him as he looks to you for answers.

“Okay, so what are we looking at here, late twenties to early thirties?”

Emily speaks up, dragging the topic back to the missing women.

“All single, though two are in committed relationships, all living on their own.”

“What do we know about his M.O?”

“That’s why we were invited in. The abduction sites are pristine.”

“No DNA besides the victims, and there’s no sign of forced entry or struggle.”

“The question is, what he does while he has them.”

Thirty minutes later, you and the rest of your team (minus Penelope) are on the jet, discussing the case.

“Can someone explain to me, the appeal of using these sites,” Rossi asks, a smile spreading on all of your faces, “Eating sushi tonight. Yum. Boss is keeping me late at work. Grr.”

You laugh, returning to reading a book while the jet flies on.

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You arrive at the police station finally, Walking up to a detective.

“Uh, detective Fordham.”

“Agent Jareau?”

“Yes, these are SSA Hotchner, Rossi, Y/L/N, and Dr. Spencer Reid.”

You wave at the man from the back with Spencer, you never shook hands with people because you started noticing people thinking Spencer was rude, so you did it with him, to make him feel less bad. 

“Have you found anyone willing to talk to us about the victims?”

You ask, standing with your posture straight up, to make you appear more sure of yourself.

“The problem wasn’t who to bring in, it was who not to.”

You look at him, confused, and he gestures to a long line of people outside the door.

“Oh boy. This’ll be fun.”

You say, sighing.

“Yep.”

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We had to watch a woman die. You couldn’t help but clutch onto Spencer’s sleeve while Garcia tied her hardest to find out where it was, but it was worthless, she was gone.

You couldn’t joke after that, couldn’t even crack a smile. But now you, Emily, Spencer, and Morgan are on your way to Lucy Master’s house to protect her.

“Lucy Masters?”

“This is the FBI we’re coming in!”

You shout, walking into the eerily quiet house. You and your team check everywhere for her. 

“Clear.”

You yell out hopelessly. You knew already. You just knew. You were too late.

“She’s not here but her car is.”

“We were too late.”

Your tell Morgan, looking down in shame. The TV turns on to static, making you jump a little.

“Hey, it just went on by itself.”

What it shows you is horrible. Lucy Masters. Tied up by chains with two giant hooks next to her. a gag is tied around her mouth as she wriggles around. You point to a small device mounted on the TV.

“He’s recording us.”

Minutes later you’re back in the car with Morgan and Emily, listening to the directions Hotch has given you.

“1823 Hudson, we’re on our way.”

“Garcia it’s been three minutes since the footage went up live Lucy might not have that much time left.”

“I can buy you some. Now that I’ve got his physical address, I got my business all up in his.”

 After only a few minutes you arrive at the sight and you don’t waste a lick of time moving.

“Y/N wait!”

Spencer shouted. You knew he would be mad for not listening, but there is a woman dying right now and you have no time to wait around.

You storm in head first, barging into a room of freezing cold where two dead bodies hang.

And as soon as you see the unsub on the third woman, red fills your vision and you jump on him, tackling him to the ground.

“Asshole! Dumb fucking prick!”

You kept shouting insults and Spencer froze up.

He wasn’t surprised you got this mad, you always do after witnessing murders and catching the unsub is the only thing that can calm you down. It was one of the many reasons he was in love with you.

Wait. In love with you? Spencer was in love with you? For how long? He thought to himself in that moment, but he didn’t have time to answer. At this point, if you continued to beat the man up, he would die.

Spencer ran up to you with Morgan and yanked you off of the man, holding your wriggling and writhing figure back while Morgan took the man into his custody.

“Y/N! Calm down, it’s over! We got him and he’s going away for a very long time!”

When you finally did calm down, you let yourself relax into Spencer’s chest, his arms supporting you while you walked to the man.

“What do you see when you look at them?”

Emily asked. The man’s eyes dart around the room, staring at the women.

“You’ll never understand what I did. But out there, my followers? They understand.”

You felt your anger build up, and so did Spencer, but he didn’t bother stopping you at this point.

You decked him square in the nose, so strong you heard a crack from a breaking bone.

Spencer held back a smile before placing a hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the building.

When you returned to Quantico, you plopped down at your desk all day. Not really working, more so just thinking.

Spencer walked up to you, sitting on the edge of your desk.

“Hey, how you feeling?”

You sighed, plopping your head onto his lap.

“Ngh. Mad that I didn’t reach Lucy in time.”

“Hey, you saved her life.”

You chuckled, but it was dry, no emotion behind it.

“Physically? Yes, but she’s gonna be ruined emotionally. It isn’t easy to recover from that and she’s going to need years of therapy.”

He picked your head up, hopping off of the table and leaning down in front of you, your noses barely touching.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. Okay? Don’t beat yourself up.”

You nod, but neither of you move. He glances down at your lips, asking permission. And you lean in, pressing your lips on his.

It felt perfect. Your lips were made for his, warm and sweet tasting. And his lips were cool, the taste of coffee right on his tongue.

When you pulled away, you rested your forehead on his.

“Thank you.”