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destinygoldenstar · 2 days ago

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AnalyzGolden Sees The Disventure Camp All Stars Cast

So a friend set up this Instagram story for me and sent it to me. (They wanted to remain anonymous)

Basically, these are all the character reveals for the Disventure Camp All Stars cast from OddNation's Instagram, before the season came out.

So I am going to play this story to see it for myself.

I know some of them already just from some redesigns I've seen. And some of y'all spoiled it.

But I think this will be fun, to let you guys know that I am finally entering All Stars territory.

I'm doing it this way so I can't see any other images they have on their Instagram that spoils the season itself.

So let's see what we've got!

So idk how I feel about the name 'All Stars' for Season THREE.

I mean, Total Drama All Stars is dogshit. Everyone and their grandparents know that. But at least they waited till Season FIVE.

At the same time though, I kinda get it. And I do appreciate that unlike Total Drama, both season's cast had equal amounts of screen time to get us endeared to them.

(That is, if you were me and didn't watch the Beta.)

Krystal is hosting again.

No shock there. They said she was gonna do this in both seasons. Especially since the Season 1 hosts are in jail, so obviously they're not coming back.

I mean I like Krystal more than those two, so it's a win in my book.

I know there's redesigns. She looks the same.

Idk how I feel about drastic redesigns just because they mess with silhouette. And if you're gonna redesign, there needs to be a purpose for it that is saying something about their character.

This is why RWBY's first designs were easily the best ones. And after that... eh??

I study character design. I know what I'm talking about.

So I guess we get to cast reveal now!

YUUUUUUUSSSSS!!!!!

👏

I LOVE LAKE! I LIKE THIS ONE!

Is she wearing pants now?

Oh my god she is.

I mean I like that. I like that for that. That's a redesign choice that makes more sense to me.

Her red wig looks a bit more stylized than the Season 2 one. There's a bit more detail to it.

Maybe it's because of the animation upgrade they were able to do this. Because the Season 2 wig is definitely a very simple bob cut. I loved it, but still.

Very happy. Nice redesign. Love the flower too.

I'm happy to see her again. She was definitely a standout in Season 2.

Idk what she can do here though. Cause her story was kinda wrapped up in Season 2. They didn't leave that much hints for what she could do later.

We'll see. Either way I'm glad she's back.

I can't wait for them to butcher her character /j

YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!

SHE'S BACK!!

THE QUEEN IS BACK!!!!! YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!👑

GRETT I LOVE YOU!!!!

She better slay. I don't care if she wins or not as of right now, but SHE BETTER SLAY.

And she's wearing something that's ACTUALLY FASHIONABLE!

Like, I love Grett, but her Season 1 romper was just... NO...

This one looks so much better!

"For the second one, read the description." -Sender of this story

Oh.

Oh okay...

Oh yeah she did lose weight.

I'm a fake Grett stan. I didn't instantly pick that up.

I'll see it and then make my judgement, how about that OddNations?

I mean, stories touch sensitive subjects all the time. Some portrayals are very questionable. And for some works they implement sensitive topics just for the sole purpose of being edgy. Which... NO.

I do appreciate they gave this trigger warning though. That proves to me that they are aware of what they're doing and are considerate of their audience.

That does not prove they're actually handling it well. It just proves they don't intend harm towards others.

They can still fuck it up. But it's the thought that counts.

Me personally, I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I'd have to watch the Season and understand the story context. As much as body positivity is something we strive for, and I like having fictional characters be plus sized personally, I do understand that at the end of the day, excessive weight is a detriment to physical health.

But I can't make that judgement as a scrawny person.

So... I'll just wait and watch the season.

I'm just so glad to have Grett back! My bad bitch queen!

PLEASE tell me Riya is in this! THESE TWO WOULD BE BESTIES!

Well, besties, and then Riya would fuck it up. But besties for a brief period of time.

My preference for Disventure Camp characters is the definition of "I support women's rights" "Well I support women's wrongs".

You can both be terrible people together!

OOOH TOM!

I was spoiled about this one. I knew Tom was coming back.

But still! YAY!

HE'S WEARING NORMAL CLOTHES NOW!!! HALLELUJAH!

Honestly, the more I'm looking at this, the more I'm kinda LOVING this redesign?!

It's a glow up because it feels like a progression of his character.

He's not hiding under a mask anymore. That's the first thing you notice. Assuming the police force is treating him well.

I can't wait for them to butcher his character /j

Okay but seriously, I think he's gonna at least make Merge. Season 1 left a cliffhanger on his character and him trying to find himself better. He's insecure of himself like that.

There's also, you know, his relationship with Jake.

I mean, if Tom is back, Jake is probably back too. I don't see a world where that wouldn't be the case.

If you ask me, I think Jake is the one with more baggage to work with. But Tom has some too.

But I'm not looking forward to it. Cause I don't ship them at all. Mm mm. Nope. No I don't. Nope. (Affectionate)

I just think Tom should be more authentic, ya know? It makes sense. In Season 1 he was the closed off one shrouded in mystery, and dude failure moments. XD

I feel like there's a lot more to Tom that we haven't seen yet. So I am very interested in this one.

Oh. Yay...

You already won. You're not making it far.

Like, IN WHAT WORLD, does the winner of one season make the Final Four in another?

The answer is Priya.

He looks the same.

I think going into this season, everyone knows he's a strategic threat, right?

I mean look, I may not be fond of James, but I will take it.

I think most of my issues with James bottled down to 'the execution wasn't great'.

Now with upgrade animation, and upgraded writing experience, I feel like that can change and I might grow to like him here.

All I really want is for James and Aiden to not be on the same team.

Unlike Tom and Jake, James and Aiden resolved things. They're a couple now. Their couple story ended there.

Not saying they can't do drama with them being in an actual relationship.

But uh, I don't trust Total Drama with that. And until I see it, I don't trust Disventure Camp with that either, for that reason.

I just think cause they were so bound together, it would be nice to get a taste of them interacting with other characters.

Oh. Girl. What is that?

I mean, I love Tess. Nice to see her again.

But what is this design?

Her Season 2 design wasn't the best, but it gave you a good idea on what her character was.

Why does she have a bun now?

And what is this top? Why do you have a black camisole on top of a white T-shirt?

What is the reason behind that choice?

I just don't get it.

You could argue the Season 2 design made it so that her top gets lost in her hair. And I can understand that.

That's why you have the white circle on her shirt to separate the two.

Would I have done something different with the white on the top? Personally, yeah. It's weird.

But you have her wearing a bun now. You can make her top as black as you want now. You've eliminated the consequences.

So... why?

I would've just had her wear her orange jacket.

That orange jacket looks like it would look good on her! Why is it still on her waist?

Idk what Tess could do here. Like Lake, her story is kinda wrapped up with little hints of the future.

I guess we'll see.

Oh.

Oh what did they do to you?

This man just has a basic white shirt now! Why?!

HIS VEST IN SEASON ONE WAS STYLISH.

WHY WOULD YOU REMOVE IT?!

He looks so much less interesting now!

I guess the divorced life wasn't treating him well.

That's what I think happened, right? He said he was going to get a divorce.

Um... I got no comment. I like Alec, he's fine, but I don't find him super interesting.

GABBYYYYYYY!!!!!

YEEESSSSS GABBY!!!!! 👑

If I had to make a prediction on a finalist, it's her. Right here. It's gotta be her!

I love her! I'm so happy she's back!

Makes sense too if Ellie is here.

I feel like after Season 1, there could be some relationship conflict with them.

Idk, in Season 1, I kinda got the impression that Gabby does know what Ellie did after she left, but is just so in love with her and needs her for emotional support that she's okay with it.

Ellie could try to murder someone, and Gabby will support it.

She also looks SO CUTE. I love the big bow omg ❤️

My queen. I love you.

Now we just need Riya and Rosa and we have the Quad Queens!

I'M SO HAPPY!!!!

*Next slide*

SHIT!!!

*groan*

Thanks for spoiling this one for me btw. I feel like my reaction would've been better if I didn't know.

GODDAMMIT!!

Welp, this season is gonna be shit.

Okay maybe not. Maybe he's a first boot. I would be very happy about that.

Cause what the actual FUCK do you think this character has of ANY substance WHATSOEVER?!

NO ONE LIKES YUL. WHY DID YOU BRING HIM BACK?!

I mean, maybe that's cause the Yul stans blocked me. Nobody has actually come to me to defend Yul.

I mean at least his bowl cut is gone I guess? The new hairstyle looks... better...?

Idk, complimenting Yul makes me feel like a bad person.

LOOK AT HIM!!!!

LOOK AT THIS STUPID ASS GRIN!

HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S SCARED TO SEE ME!

GOOD!!! YOU BETTER BE!!!

FEAR ME BITCH!

First boot. Get him outta here.

If Yul make the Final Four I am unsubbing.

Ooh! Aiden!

That's a good one!

No design changes. I think that's fine. I love his design anyway.

Again, I want him and James on separate teams just cause I want Aiden to shine on his own, and also interact with other characters.

Him being on a team with Jake would be so funny. Just cause they have similar flaws.

I would NOT say they have the same personality or are the same character though. FYI.

He was a finalist. He won't be a finalist again. But, you know, you can do quite a bit with him.

Can problematic gays coexist? That is the question.

...

WHY IS A CHILD HERE?????

I mean, I like Fiore as a villain. But uh... who approved of this?

I don't like the new design.

I'm assuming she's older, and part of her character is her wanting to be seen as an adult who can take care of herself. So maybe?

But her old design was ADORABLE. Why would you change it so drastically?

I think it's the ponytail I don't like. Just the way it's stylized in the model. I don't like it.

Fiore does not read to me as a ponytail girlie.

If it was, idk, a down braid, it would look a lot better while still making sense.

Not sure what you can do with her. Finalist. She ain't gonna be finalist again. On top of that, her relationship with Alec is... in the toilet.

So she is going into this with NO allies.

I would say she would mature into a better person, kinda like Heather. But from that pose, I feel like she hasn't changed one bit.

Everyone knows you're a little shit! You have nowhere to hide now!

😃

YEESSSSS!!!!!!

I knew it, but YEEEEEESSSSS!!!!

HE'S BACK!

THE BEST BOY IS BACK!!

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!

I am grinning ear to ear right now.

I mean, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THEM TO BUTCHER HIS CHARACTER /j

Everyone I have talked to prior to me watching Disventure Camp told me this man sucks ass.

But here we are. After watching the show for myself, I can say y'all are a BITCH to this guy.

I will not give a shit if he is a Grade A Asshole in this season. I will still choose to stan.

And, also, because I think that makes sense story-wise.

Jake got in a pretty bad place after Season 1. I mean the last talk he had with Tom kinda cleared a bit of air, but how much does that really do?

He still got used by someone he thought was a friend. He still got his relationship ruined. His grandma is in Heaven. And his love wants distance.

He's not doing so great. He is barely keeping it together.

It makes perfect sense to me for him to be bitter, and an asshole, and trust absolutely nobody.

He's gonna be the problem person on his team.

Then he either gets booted at the end of Pre-Merge, or early Merge. Because with everyone getting sick of his shit, I do not see anyone wanting him around.

But they kinda have to keep him that long, because he is linked to Tom. And they need closure.

Whether that's love, or moving on, idk. That could go either way and it would work.

I'll cry-I mean smile if it's the latter, but that's a story decision.

Me and my GF made a joke. She said Jake is gonna come into the season with part of his hair swept over his face like an emo.

Nope.

He actually kinda looks more mature than he does in Season 1. Maybe it's cause he ditched the hoodie with another jacket.

I don't know how I feel about the man ponytail. I'm gonna have to get used to it. But I don't hate it. It's... a choice.

Love ya son, very happy to see ya.

I am Team Jake. Even though I am most definitely losing.

👑

SPEAKING OF WHICH.

WHO DO WE HAVE HERE?!?!

HELLO QUEEN!!! HOW ARE YOU DOING?!

Um... I'm in awe right now.

And I thought Season 2 Riya design was hot.

SHE IS GORGEOUS.

OMG I LOVE THIS LOOK.

SHE LOOKS LIKE AN ACTUAL QUEEN.

The sunglasses and the jewelry and the thick fur coat? COME ON.

I'm assuming Bollywood praised her wrongdoings. Which... bad influence.

I-I love her. I love her. I love her, your honor.

She was a finalist. She won't be finalist again. I KNOW.

But dammit, I think her story isn't done. She's at least making Merge.

She can go either way. She can either see the light and be redeemed, or she can double down and butcher her life.

And I will keep saying "I can fix her."

I can't wait for them to butcher her character-OKAY I'LL STOP.

LOVE YOU QUEEN!!! 👑

Hunter.

I mean, yeah, of course. If Tess is here, Hunter is gonna be here too.

And Allyson. We haven't seen her yet.

He looks the same. His story in Season 2 was kinda wrapped up so idk what you can do with him.

No comment.

Oh hello.

So we meet again.

She looked pissed at me.

I meant every word I said, girl.

Hopefully your strategies are better this time. Even though you won't win cause you were a finalist last time.

Again, I think Gabby and Ellie can have a lot going on. Especially in regards to what Ellie did.

I definitely think she's gonna have to be involved with Jake. Just cause of what happened.

She can either feel sorry for it, but Jake's an asshole so it's too late.

Or she could just say "Nah, bitch deserved it."

I think it would be funny if everyone actually supported and stanned Ellie for what she did to Jake and everyone hates Jake because he's Jake.

"Everyone's hate for you gets me money!"

I think she'll have a story, but I don't see her making it to Final Four.

I think of the two, Gabby has a better chance at winning.

I can also see an arc where Ellie decides Gabby is more important than money.

CAUSE CURSE YOU ECONOMY. IT'S SHIT.

As for the new vest...?

Eh?

I kinda liked her old one better????

Like, it's more colorful cause the blue is more prominent. But there was something about the greyscale being a majority of her look that your eyes are drawn to her ginger hair.

And the blue undershirt matched her eyes. So it popped.

But, maybe it's just this image, but her eyes look more dull now.

So the blue can't compliment it.

I still like it. Her design is wonderful. But I just preferred the old one.

And hello Not Ellie!

I call her Allyson for this very reason.

I will NEVER be able to tell the two apart when I'm talking. So I call her Allyson. It rolls off my tongue more.

Anyway, expected after revealing Hunter and Tess.

I think her shirt is different. She had a.... Pac Man last time? I think?

It's real simple, but it's real cute.

She also put her hair up. It looks nice.

I would personally say she'd look better in braided pigtails cause she's a geek. But whatever.

Of the polycule, I would say Allyson is the one who could make the farthest here. Tess had her story wrapped up. Hunter had his story wrapped up. And Allyson meanwhile is more focused on the love drama itself. She's a nice girl, but still.

She's such a strong emotional anchor character that she might even be able to carry other people.

I also really want to see her backstory with her grandfather get expanded upon. Cause that felt so tacked on in Season 2.

She and Jake would be great friends.

Jake would be an asshole, but I think Allyson is the type to see through that and understand what's going through his head. Even if he rejects her help.

Jake needs a friend that won't betray him. So who better than Not Ellie? XD

She can have a lot of nice interactions I can see. So I'm actually very interested in seeing more of her.

...huh?

Connor?

What?

He was booted in Episode THREE.

What...?

I don't get it.

I mean, he's tied to Riya. But that's it.

Why is he here? Other than for Riya's development?

I don't want to say he's a nothing character. They could flesh him out.

I mean, they'd have to, cause otherwise why bring him back at all?

I-I'm kinda baffled. I don't see the vision here.

At least not yet.

WHERE'S ROSA? WHERE'S MY GIRL ROSA? WE HAVEN'T SEEN HER YET.

If this is a world where Connor comes back but Rosa doesn't, I might scream.

Aw, hey Miriam.

You're not making it far.

Poor woman.

I love her, but I don't see why she would be back either. Cause she won last time.

And she's all Jake has. So that tells me she's an early boot.

Her story was kinda completed in Season 1.

I like her outfit though. I like the shirt.

I'm happy to see she's alive.

Ashley.

Okay, that's an interesting one.

I liked her, but she didn't really get to do much in Season 1.

They can do more with her though. Her story's interesting.

Ashley and Rosa.

Where's Rosa?

WAIT.

WAIT NO THAT'S IT?!

WHERE'S ROSA?!?!?! WHERE'S MY GIRL ROSA?!?!?!

Are you... ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?

YOU BRING BACK-fucking-CONNOR, BUT NOT ROSA?!?!?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!

YOU CAN'T JUST X OUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE SEASON 2 CHARACTERS LIKE THAT.

COME ON, SHE HAS AN INTERESTING STORY, SHE CAN BRING SO MUCH TO THE TABLE. WHY?!?!?

WHAT DOES CONNOR HAVE THAT MAKES YOU THINK "Yeah he's a more valuable character than Rosa."

Fuck off. I'm not happy.

Oh my god, you can't do that to me...

Anyway, so uh... I was wrong.

The Season 1 hosts ARE back.

Why though? Krystal is hosting.

Is Trevor back too?

Yep.

I mean I get he's voiced by a TD YouTuber, or whatever else he does on his channel, but I wouldn't want to assume it's that.

I'm a bit confused by the decision, but okay.

I'll... I'll consider what you're giving me here.

Oliver's here. Of course.

These guys too??

Why?

And why would you change Nina's dress? The pink is so much better.

These are gimmick characters from Season 2. What do they have to offer?

...and you're adding a new character on top of all of this?

Who the hell are you?

I-I don't get it.

You already have the contestants, why would you bloat the cast with the hosts?

You just need Krystal, Oliver, and maybe this new girl. That's it.

And of course Krystal. We already know this.

AWWWWWWW LOOK AT THIS!!! THIS IS CUTE!!

THEY'RE NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!! ❤️

GUUUUUYYYYSSSS, THEY'RE NEXT TO EACH OTHER.

Gabby and Ellie in the front.

They're the front and center characters. I'm telling you that right now.

Connor looks like he is regretting all of his life choices.

Why does Allyson look pissed at Hunter?

Oh no. Relationship drama. My favorite /s

GET YOUR HAND OFF OF GRETT.

YOU DICK.

GET OFF HER.

I'm actually very excited for this.

I heard shit things, but fuck it. I'm rolling with it.

This is a nice cast.

You know, ignoring the ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM WHY IS HE BACK GODDAMMT-

And I also will mourn the loss of my beloved Rosa Maria.

JUSTICE FOR ROSA!

My Predictions (In no order):

Pre-Merge Boots: Lake, James, Tess, Yul, Fiore, Hunter, Miriam

Merge Boots: Grett, Tom, Alec, Aiden, Jake, Riya, Ellie, Connor, Ashley

Potential Finalists: Gabby & Allyson

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fortheloveofwonderland · 1 year ago

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No Distance Left to Run | Part 5 | S.R

Previous Part

Chapter Summary - Spencer puts his hatred for Cat aside in order to try and save you before it’s too late. But even if he manages to get you back from the clutches of her partner, can the two of you really have a future?

Pairing - Spencer Reid / BAU Fem! Reader

Category - friends to lovers | mutual pining | angst with happy ending | smut minors DNI

Warnings - spoilers for 14.08 Ashley, hostage situation, guns, swearing, talk of miscarriage (canon compliant), vomit, blood.

WC - 8.2k

Part 5 - Red Light, Green Light

Present Day

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

Your eyes fluttered, your brain flitting between consciousness and sleep. You tried to fight to stay awake but you were just so tired.

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

The dark haired woman was still playing on her phone, feet up on the counter. The bracelet was sitting on the corner of it, tauntingly sparkling at you.

She wouldn’t tell you how she’d come to be in possession of it, of course she wouldn’t. But it made you fear what had happened to Spencer.

He was the last person who had it, what had this woman done to get her hands on? Was he here? Was he being held in another room? Was he…dead?

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

Images kept flashing before your lids every time your eyes fluttered closed. Shimmers of gold and twinkling lights. Large, spherical golden orbs hanging from the ceiling, strings of fairy lights illuminating the otherwise drab BAU lobby.

“We need to talk.” Spencer sidled up to you, whispering so no one else would hear.

“No we don’t.” You kept your eyes focused on the elevator shaft, gripping your champagne flute tightly in your hand.

“Yes, we do.” He hissed and then you felt his hand on your back as he started leading you away.

You’d just arrived back from a case in New Hampshire where little girls were being abducted after their parents were killed with the unsub trying to rehome the girls with more “worthy” parents.

It was Spencer’s last case before he took a sabbatical to teach classes at the university and honestly you’d been quietly looking forward to him being gone.

It had been nearly three months since the night in Varnville and the tension between you was close to reaching fever pitch.

“Now is really not the time.” You spat as he continued to lead you down the corridor.

“Yeah well there has never been a good time.” He removed his hand from you as soon as you were far enough away from the others.

“Spencer, Rossi and Krystall are imminently going to come up in the elevator and either they will be engaged or Rossi will be crushed. Either way we need to be there.” You huffed, half wondering if you might crush your champagne glass with the grip you were holding it in.

“I can’t keep doing this, Y/N. It’s been months of you giving me the cold shoulder. The team knows something is up, they’ve been asking questions. I…I miss you.” He softened, his eyes full of sorrow. “I miss my best friend.”

You swallowed thickly, loosening the grip on your glass a little.

“I miss mine too.” You admitted. “But every time I look at you, I am flooded with guilt, Spencer. What we did…it should never have happened.”

“I just want us to be ok again.” He rolled his lip between his teeth.

“So do I.” You nodded.

“At least we can agree on something.” He offered you a slightly wistful smile.

“It’s going to take time though, Spencer. For us to get back to how things used to be.”

“But we can try?” He asked, hopefully.

“Yeah,” you sighed a little. “We can try.”

“She said yes!” Rossi’s voice suddenly carried down the hall followed in quick succession by cheers of congratulations.

You went to pass Spencer to hurry back to the festivities but he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

The look he gave you said so much. There were so many things he wanted to say to you, you could tell he was struggling to pick just one.

Eventually he sighed and simply whispered, “you’re too good for him” before turning away from you and walking away.

“I think it’s time we up the ante, don’t you?”

Your heavy eyes shot back open at the sound of her voice. She was on her feet, her phone dangling from one hand.

“Just tell me what you want.” You groaned, your throat was so dry.

“I already told you. For you to see what he’s really like.” She scowled at you like you were a misbehaved child.

“I don’t know what that means.” You tugged on your bindings.

“Do you think they’ll find you?” She cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Wh-who?” You frowned at her change of subject.

“Your team. SSA’s Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Tara Lewis, Luke Alvez and Matt Simmons? And that’s not to forget technical analyst Penelope Garcia and of course Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“Bravo, you know my team's names.” You rolled your tired eyes.

“Do you think they’ll find you?” She repeated.

“While I’m alive?” You huffed. “Or after you kill me?”

Her lip twitched up at the corner in a wry smile. She pocketed her phone and moved back over towards the camera on the edge of the counter. She pressed a button and the bright red light illuminated.

“It’s time we talked about why you’re here. Cat Adams wants you to know what your lover boy is really like.”

***

“Goddamnit,” Spencer groaned when he almost lost his footing for the hundredth time.

To his right came the sound of Cat’s playful giggle.

“I figured a genius like you would have a mathematical equation or some kind of scientific theory for this.” She snickered.

“Gravity dictates that my body is naturally being drawn towards the floor.” Spencer huffed.

“It has nothing to do with your gangly and uncoordinated limbs?” She laughed again.

“I’m not gangly.” He grumbled, wobbling again on his roller skates.

“You can’t skate backwards?” She chirruped, showing off her skills, keeping her eyes on his as she expertly manoeuvred herself backwards on the skates.

“I can barely go forward.” He scoffed.

“You need to keep your head up.”

Spencer pulled a face but did as she said, lifting his head, rolling it back a little too far and he stumbled again.

Cat laughed, quickly skating to his aid and grabbing him before he could hit the floor.

“Not that far.” She linked her arm through his, keeping him upright and slowly started to move them both on the rink. “Is someone having fun? I’m having fun.”

Spencer’s hand was on top of hers which rested on his forearm. He didn’t think he meant to put it there. He glanced at her and she glanced at him. He couldn’t speak, so Cat continued.

“If your stupid chaperones weren’t here, I’d ask the DJ to put on some Savage Garden for the guy-girl skate and we could totally make out.” Her tone was teasing but it made Spencer’s chest constrict.

He stumbled a little at the mere thought as she let go of him so she could look at him.

“You, uh, you realise what I have to do, right?” He fought to keep his balance,

“Uhm lemme think. Ask me a bunch of pointed questions and hope that I trip up?” She rolled her eyes, skating backwards again like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“What happened to your baby?” He asked, arms flailing a little.

“What?” She frowned.

“The last time I saw you, you were pregnant with someone else's baby that you said was mine.” Spencer shrugged but it threw his balance off again and he stumbled before managing to correct himself,

“Why are you asking me about that? I don’t wanna talk about that.” Her tone suddenly turned defensive.

“Hormonal changes during pregnancy expand the brain's capacity for empathy. I was actually just trying to see if I could use it against you.”

“Oh really? What about, um, sex?” She suddenly skated closer to him, really close. Soon her whole body was pressed against his and her arms were wrapping around his neck. “Why don’t you use that against me?”

He instinctively held her by the waist whilst swallowing thickly. She noticed the shift in his eyes, could see exactly what he was thinking about.

She pulled herself away and shook her head angrily. And then she was raising her arm and her palm collided with the side of Spencer’s face in a slap that echoed around the roller rink.

Spencer fell to the ground on his knees, hissing at the sensation of the hard floor slamming into his old injury.

He looked up to see her standing over him, her eyes dark with rage.

“You can’t even give me five minutes? Five minutes where you aren’t thinking about her?” She spat before she was turning effortlessly and skating away,

“Cat!” Spencer tried to scabble to his feet. “Cat, wait!”

By the time he got himself up she was already off the rink, sitting by the side and working her feet out of her skates.

He managed to push himself towards the edge and used the little wall to guide himself to the opening in the rink.

“She’ll never love you.” Cat spat harshly, standing back up once she had the skates off. “Not like you love her.”

“You’re going to make sure of that right?” Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth. “That’s what this is about. “You want Y/N to be scared of me the way she is of her husband.”

Cat’s expression didn’t change, she was always so hard to read even for a seasoned profiler.

“I don’t want to talk about her.” Cat folded her arms. “If you can’t go five minutes without thinking about her while you’re here with me then this date is over. Wrap it up boys.”

Spencer clenched his jaw, glancing over his shoulder towards Luke in the booth and shook his head subtly.

“You have my undivided attention, I promise.” Spencer spoke as he looked back at her.

“I don’t believe you.” Cat shook her head.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to prove it to you.” He shrugged, powerlessly.

“You’re pathetic, do you know that?” She surprised him with her words.

“How so?” He humoured her.

“Pining after a married woman all these years.” She clucked.

“Yeah well I think you know enough about her to know that he’s out of the way now. You’ve had eyes on her, your partner, Juliette, she’s been stalking her. When Jared was arrested you found your perfect time to strike, the perfect leverage over me.

She was at Rossi’s wedding, I remember her. She overheard me talking about Y/N and what happened to her husband and the fact that I have feelings for her. And now you want to use that against me, you want her to hate me because me and my team had Lindsey arrested. I know you’re game, Cat, you’re predictable. And I also know you won’t have her killed because it’s too easy.”

“You think any of this has been easy?” She scoffed. “Clearly I’m not as predictable as you think.”

“What does that mean?” Spencer swallowed thickly.

“You should have Garcia check her emails.” Her lips turned up into a wicked smirk.

Spencer felt his blood turn to ice in his veins and he turned back to Luke once more who was already on his phone calling Quantico.

***

“Ohemgee. Ohemgee!” Penelope screamed as your face materialised on the big screen in the round table room, tied to the chair just like you had been in the photograph.

Emily nudged her in her arm to silence the blonde as the video started to play.

“It’s time we talked about why you’re here. Cat Adams wants you to know what your lover boy is really like.” Weaver’s voice flooded the speakers.

She was barely in shot, all of her that could be seen was one shoulder and half of her back. Clearly the point was to have the focus on you.

“Ah, of course she’s behind this.” You croaked, sounding exhausted. You didn’t look to be injured aside from the dried blood still on your face and matted into your hair. “So this is about Spencer, I’m some kind of pawn in her sick revenge fantasy?”

“Oh finally, she gets it.” Weaver scoffed.

“Why me? We’re friends, that’s all.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it.” Weaver’s shoulder tensed, they all saw it. “I’ve been watching you for a while Y/N, I know exactly what you and Spencer are to each other.”

Emily, Tara, JJ and Rossi frowned at the screen, not sure what she was getting at. Garcia chewed on her lip guiltily, remembering what Spencer had told her at Rossi’s wedding.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You sighed, but they all saw your jaw tighten.

“He must mean something to you if you’d cheat on your husband with him. Even if your husband does beat you, it’s still infidelity.” Weaver chuckled.

“She…Spencer…no, no way.” Garcia frowned now. He had not told her that.

“Shush, Garcia.” Emily scalded her.

“I don’t know what you think you know, but I would never cheat on my husband.” You told her but all the agents watching knew it was a lie.

They could read you well enough to know you were bluffing, hopefully Weaver couldn’t.

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t lie to me if I was you.” Weaver spat and then she raised her arm into frame.

Penelope gasped as the gun came into view, pointing right at you. Emily, Tara, Rossi and JJ all stood frozen in fear.

“I hate to break this to you, but you aren’t the first person to hold me hostage. You aren’t the first person to hold a gun to me.” You tried to keep control of the situation, refusing to show her your fear.

“He’s no better than your jerk husband.” Juliette changed the subject.

“Reid, was right.” JJ muttered under her breath.

“And how would you know that?” You sighed again.

“You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“You mean what he did in prison? I know all about that. He did what he did to survive.”

JJ wrapped her arms around her body, her legs shaking a little but unable to move to sit down. Emily’s eyebrows were furrowed deeply and she was gnawing on one of her fingernails. Penelope had silent tears rolling down her cheeks beneath her lime green glasses.

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about what he did after prison.” Weaver chuckled darkly.

“And what would that be?” You rolled your eyes.

“His time inside changed him, Y/N. He’s not the same man you fell in love with.”

“I never said I was in love with him.”

“Yes, you did.” Juliette laughed again, the gun shaking a little as she did so.

“I’m getting a little tired of this cryptic thing. Just tell me what you’re talking about.”

Rossi exhaled loudly through his nose while Tara clenched her hands into fists.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” Juliette chuckled deeply, stepping back behind the camera.

They saw your eyes follow her, and they also saw the way your body straightened in the chair.

“Reid was right.” JJ repeated. “She was at the wedding, she overheard him talking to Max.”

“Excuse me?” You tried to remain calm.

“Truth or dare? Please pick truth because I am dying to hear you confess a secret you would never admit out loud.”

“How do you know about that?” You finally gave over, knowing there was no point in denying it anymore. It didn’t matter how she knew, she did know.

“I know a lot of things.” Juliette replied curtly. “I know you are in love with him, I know you cheated on your husband with him. And I also know what a monster he is.”

At the roller rink, crowded around Luke’s phone as they watched the same video, Spencer’s back stiffened and tears flooded his eyes. Matt was holding Cat roughly by the arm a few feet away and he could see her in his peripheral vision.

“Spencer Reid is not a monster.” You retorted with a scoff.

“Oh really?” Weaver spoke sarcastically. “So you think nice men strangle women?”

Spencer’s nostrils flared and he closed his eyes briefly trying to stop the tears. Luke’s grip on his phone tightened.

“Are you seriously trying to tell me that Spencer strangled someone? Ok, I’ll bite, what do you think you know?”

Spencer held his breath, so did Luke and Matt. So did Emily, Garcia, JJ, Tara and Rossi back at Quantico.

“You never saw the tapes did you?”

“What tapes?”

“The tapes from the interrogation room in which Spencer Reid held Cat by her throat against a wall and threatened to kill her while she was pregnant.” Juliette spat viciously.

“That didn’t happen.” You shook your head.

“Sweetheart, it most certainly did happen. He is worse than your husband, at least you weren’t pregnant when he had his hand around your throat. And to make matters tragically worse, Cat lost her baby as a result.”

Your eyes widened as you started at Weaver over the camera, your bottom lip quivering slightly.

Back at Quantico Garcia gasped yet again while JJ shook her head in disbelief.

“Is that true?” Spencer glanced up at Cat, being held roughly by the arm by Matt. “That’s not true.”

“It most certainly is true.” Cat subconsciously placed her other hand on her belly.

The tears forced their way out of Spencer’s eyes and as he looked back at the phone he saw tears rolling down your cheeks too.

“No, no that didn’t happen.” You shook your head. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because,” Weaver’s voice had a hint of amusement to it. “Cat wants you to know the truth before I send you to your grave.”

And then the sound of several gunshots screamed through the tinny phone speakers and the screen suddenly went black. Spencer whimpered, staring at the dark screen for a few seconds before looking up at Cat.

“What have you done?” His tears streamed hot and angry down his face. “What the fuck have you done?”

He yanked her free of Matt’s hold and held her roughly by the biceps as he started shaking her.

“This time, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you!” He spat in her face and he shook her harder.

“You can’t win them all, Spencie.” Cat smirked menacingly at him.

He felt a set of strong hands on his shoulders and Luke was trying to pull him back from Cat while Matt worked on freeing Cat from his hold.

“Don’t, stop it!” Spencer fought against Luke. “Let me kill her!”

“Not gonna happen, Reid.” Luke growled and between him and Matt they managed to get the two of them apart.

Spencer was breathing heavily, his tears never ending. Luke held his arm as if afraid Spencer would go after her again. He started at Cat through bleary eyes for a moment or two before shaking his head. He snatched his arm out of Luke’s hold and pushed past the other man, away from Cat and towards the door.

His footsteps were heavy and loud as he stormed away before he did something stupid. When he reached the door he threw it open so violently it bounced back against the wall.

He fled into the dark night as his breathing got heavier and his vision was almost entirely compromised. His head started to spin, the world started to spin.

He stumbled down the steps of the roller rink, using the handrail to try and keep himself upright. When he reached the bottom his stomach lurched and he suddenly vomited all over the concrete.

He vaguely heard the door open but didn’t pay it any attention as he emptied his guts onto the sidewalk.

Soon there was a hand on his back, rubbing up and down his spine in soothing motions.

“It’s ok, Reid, let it out. Let it all out.” Luke cooed.

Spencer stayed doubled over until he had nothing left and he simply dry heaved. Tears were still rapidly falling from his eyes when he stood back up.

And when he looked at Luke, he swore the other man’s own eyes were misty with tears.

***

“Oh my…no…no! No she didn’t…she didn’t…” Penelope stumbled on her heels until she hit the table, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“She can’t be.” JJ croaked. “She couldn’t…”

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked at Rossi through tear riddled eyes.

“It could be a trick.” Tara’s voice was equally as cracked as JJ’s. “It has to be a trick.”

“We need to find where they are.” Emily spoke, voice devoid of emotion as she continued to stare at the blank screen. “We need a location.”

“The emails are untraceable.” Penelope whined.

“There had to be something in the video, some kind of clue.” Rossi agreed, reaching over to Garcia’s laptop.

“I can’t watch it again.” Garcia sobbed.

“Go then. Get a cup of tea and calm down.” Emily finally turned to face them. “I know what we just witnessed was beyond horrible. But if Juliette Weaver really did just kill our friend, then she has to pay for what she's done. So regroup, refocus. Y/N needs us.”

Garcia sniffed and nodded at her boss, turning on her heels and wobbling to the door. JJ followed her whilst Emily, Rossi and Tara stayed put.

Emily gave them both a look, one that asked if they were up for this and they both nodded stiffly.

“Ok,” Emily swallowed. “Play it again, Dave.”

***

Spencer couldn’t speak, couldn’t even blink his eyes on the drive back to Quantico. Matt went with swat who were taking Cat back to prison while Luke drove him and Spencer back to the bureau.

“Reid, you gotta think.” Luke tried to engage him as he drove, glancing at the younger man out of the corner of his eye. “This is a game to Cat, a meticulously crafted game. Nothing is left to chance, wherever Juliette took Y/N means something. You gotta think.”

Spencer exhaled shakily, keeping his eyes trained out of the window of the SUV.

“What’s the point? She’s dead. It’s over.” His voice sounded haggard, fractured.

“We don’t know that, man. The video cut out, we don’t know she’s dead.” Luke tried to convince him but he wasn’t sure he believed it himself. “And if she isn’t dead, we’ve gotta find her before Weaver kills her for real.”

Spencer closed his tired eyes, leaning his forehead against the cool window. He tried his hardest to focus on the small details of those images which haunted him, which may haunt him for the rest of his life.

It was a relatively plain room. The floor was out of shot and he could only see one wall which had been behind you. It was an off white colour, nothing of interest. Nothing stood out in that damn room.

“They could be anywhere, Luke.” Spencer opened his eyes again.

“Try harder.” Luke was stern. “There was something, something you’re missing. This place means something to the two of you, it has to.”

Spencer scrunched his brow in thought as he tried to recall places that might mean something to the two of you. You had fifteen years of history, how could he filter through all of that right now?

“I really don’t know, Luke.” Spencer groaned.

“Yes, you do. Somewhere in your brain you know exactly where she is. Your mind is clouded right now because it's trying to process too much. It's the same reason it took you longer than it normally would to recognise Weaver. You know where they are, think. Off of the top of your head, where is a place that means something to you and Y/N?”

Spencer huffed loudly, closing his eyes again. This time however he didn’t see the images from your final moments behind his lids.

The sun was shining and he was standing awkwardly on the sidewalk, twiddling his thumbs, feeling like the world's biggest idiot for getting this so wrong.

“Sorry, sorry I’m late, I know.” Penelope Garcia tottered towards the two of you, pushing her bangs back off her face.

“It’s ok, it doesn’t start for another ten minutes.” You smiled as you embraced her.

Spencer looked dumbly between you and Garcia, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows so high they almost hit his hairline.

“Happy birthday, boy wonder.” Garcia grinned at him.

“Uh…” He swallowed thickly. “Thanks?”

“Shall we?” You motioned towards the front door of the movie theatre and Garcia nodded, taking the lead.

You hung back a little, looking at the confusion that was still spreading across the young genius's face.

“You don’t mind, do you? Penelope loves Harry Potter almost as much as I do.”

“Of course I don’t mind. Why would I mind?” He shook it off but was quickly pushing past you inside.

As he entered the Film Factory, the hole in the wall movie theatre he took in the scent of popcorn that wafted up his nose and the sounds of you and Penelope chatting among yourself flooded his ears.

Maybe he could have been a little more specific about his idea of tonight, because clearly you’d gotten the wrong end of the stick and invited Penelope along on what was supposed to be a date.

He tried to ignore the way his stomach tightened and his chest constricted at his utter stupidity.

As he passed towards the booth, the small room with the little window peeping out between large, plush red curtains, his eyes scanned over the sign perched above the booth…

“Give me your phone.” Spencer’s eyes shot open and he turned to Luke in a panic.

“Uh, ok?” Luke frowned, fishing in his pocket with one hand whilst keeping the other on the wheel.

He soon handed the device to Spencer and the younger man was quickly trying to navigate his way through the smartphone. After a few failed attempts he found the video again.

He paused it as soon as it started and zoomed in on the still. On the wall behind you, mostly out of frame, he was just able to make out a sign. In cobalt blue he could see the letters FI on one line and FAC on the line below. And underneath that he could see part of a drawing of a film reel.

“Turn the car around.” Spencer hurriedly told Luke.

“What?”

“Turn the car around, I know where they are.”

Luke did as he was told and was quickly making an U-turn whilst switching his lights and siren on.

“It’s a place called the Film Factory, it’s an old movie theatre that shut down a few years back. I took Y/N there on what was supposed to be our first date but she misunderstood and invited Garcia. We’ve been there countless times since, it’s like a…oh fuck.” Spencer trailed off with a gasp.

“What?” Luke asked as he weaved in and out of traffic.

“The wedding wasn’t the only place I recognised Weaver from…”

As he passed towards the booth, the small room with the little window peeping out between large, plush red curtains, his eyes scanned over the sign perched above the booth with the theatre's name and logo before looking at the young girl in the booth.

She couldn’t have been older than sixteen, possibly even younger. She had dark hair and an incredibly bored expression on her features.

“I just need to grab one more ticket to The Deathly Hallows, please.” Spencer spoke politely,

“Seven bucks.” The young girl smacked a piece of gum in her mouth.

Spencer handed over a ten and she handed him his change and a third ticket. He felt her eyes on him all the way to the concession stand.

“She worked there. For years actually. She was there nearly every time I’ve been there. She’s seen Y/N and I there on multiple occasions. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner.” Spencer shook his head.

“You were in tunnel vision. Your brain was clouded because this was personal.” Luke stepped on the gas, dialling Emily’s number via his car display.

“My inability to see what was right in front of me might have just gotten her killed.” Spencer spat, balling his hands into fists.

The phone started to ring. Before Luke could reply Emily had answered.

“Alvez, how did it go?”

“That’s not important. We know where Weaver is, we’re heading there now. Reid will send you an address.”

“Wait for back up when you get there.” Emily instructed.

Spencer scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“With all due respect, Emily,” he spoke harshly. “That’s never going to happen.”

***

“Because, Cat wants you to know the truth before I send you to your grave.”

She curled her finger around the trigger and didn’t hesitate in pulling it. Once. Twice. Three times. Four.

You closed your eyes and screamed out into the small room, knowing it would do no good, no one would hear you. It took you several seconds to realise you didn’t feel any pain.

Your heart beat frantically against your chest and you slowly opened your eyes to see the woman laughing at you as she put the gun down on the desk.

Your eyes fell down to your torso. No blood, no pain. Blanks. She’d fired blanks.

Your breathing was erratic, your close brush with death forcing a few tears from your eyes. The woman laughed hysterically at the fear on your face.

You tried to focus and noticed the red light was off on the camera now. She toyed with both the camera and her phone for a while, still laughing to herself. You could only assume what she must be doing, it was the same she’d done when she’d taken the photograph.

And if like you’d suspected she was sending it to your team, they would think you were dead.

“Why don’t you just kill me?” You whined slightly.

“Cat gave me very specific instructions. She doesn’t want you dead, she just wants you to know what kind of a man Spencer Reid really is.” The woman spoke softly, almost like she cared. “You have a type.”

“Spencer is nothing like my husband.” You growled.

“When I’m done with you, and you scurry back to Quantico, watch the tapes. You’ll see for yourself. He had Cat around the throat just like your husband did to you.”

“So you don’t plan to kill me?”

“Well that will depend.” She smirked.

“On what?” You sighed.

“Cat’s orders. If she doesn’t get what she wants out of Spencer, I may have no choice.” She shrugged.

“Cat Adams is a psychopath. Did she make you feel special? Do you think she cares about you? I hate to break it to you but we’ve seen it before. You aren’t her first partner. She used another woman just like you to have Spencer arrested. But ultimately her game with him was more important than the woman she claimed to love. Cat cheated on Lindsey, got pregnant by a prison guard just so she could pretend she’d had Spencer sexually assaulted.

Cat doesn’t care about anyone but herself. She will toss you aside as soon as she doesn’t need you anymore. You’re disposable, sweetheart. You’re not special, you’re just the only one who fell for her act.” You didn’t mince your words.

You saw the woman’s face fall, her nostrils flare at your summation. She moved closer to you and quickly dropped to the floor in front of you. She grabbed your jaw in one hand, digging in firmly with her fingertips.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know her!” She spat.

“I know her better than you do. She’s using you! You will end up in prison for this, whether you kill me or not. And where will she be then?” You dared rile her.

“You don’t know anything.” The woman spat, tightening her hold on your jaw.

You saw her other hand moving behind her back and soon you caught the glint of a blade catching the overhead light.

You swallowed, trying to wriggle free of her hold. She brought the tip of the blade to your chest, right beneath your collarbone.

“I thought you weren’t going to kill me?” You spoke as she squeezed your jaw.

“Yeah well,” she let go of your face and pressed the blade harder against your skin. “Plans change.”

***

“Reid, wait!” Luke ran after him towards the boarded up old movie theatre.

The second the car rolled to a stop Spencer had leapt out of the passenger seat and onto the street, throwing his Kevlar vest on as he went.

“I’m going in there and you can’t stop me.” He barely had it over his head when he was drawing his gun.

“We need to wait for back up.” Luke reminded him, working his own vest on.

Spencer stopped by the door of the old building, fastening the Velcro straps with one hand.

“Alvez, if for whatever reason, we didn’t witness Y/N’s death, if she is still alive, she might not have much time.” Spencer stared at him in frustration.

“If you go in there without back up you might end up dead, Reid.”

“You’re my back up.” Spencer got his vest done up and turned to the door. “Cover me.”

Before Luke could even blink, Spencer was heading forward, gun outstretched as he reached for the door with his free hand.

It was unlocked. He shoved it open, eyes quickly taking in the entrance way, gun following his line of sight.

Luke exhaled and drew his firearm, following in Spencer’s footsteps hurriedly. This seemed like a monumentally bad idea, but there was no way Luke was letting him go alone.

He followed hot on Spencer’s heels as they canvassed the lobby. Spencer clearly had a destination in mind and he pushed forward towards the little ticket booth window.

The place was a mess of cobwebs and ripped and torn movie posters everywhere. As he walked Luke heard cracking under foot. He looked down, the floor was littered with little beads.

Popcorn kernels.

The curtains were draped closed but there was a door to the right hand side. Spencer stopped in front of it and glanced at Luke over his shoulder. His other hand reached for the door handle.

Spencer’s heart thumped in his chest, beating more fiercely than he’d ever felt it before. His stomach lurched like he might be sick again and he took a deep breath to try and stem the nausea.

As he tried the handle, another SUV pulled up outside and Emily, JJ, Rossi and Tara all threw themselves from the vehicle.

Spencer pulled down the handle and shoved open the door.

“FBI don’t move!” He yelled into the small room.

Juliette Weaver was on her knees on the floor but quickly jumped up, spinning around the chair you occupied and holding a knife to your throat.

The relief that flooded him seeing you looking back at him, very much alive, was almost overwhelming. His knees buckled a little but he pushed past it. There would be time for him to fall apart later.

“Welcome to the party Doctor Reid, you’re just in time.” She smirked.

Spencer’s stomach lurched again at the sight of the blood spilling from an open wound of your chest. Your eyes met briefly as he stepped into the room.

“Juliette, you don’t want to do this.” He held his hands up before slowly lowering them and holstering his gun. “Put the knife down.”

“I’m not going back to prison.” She shook her head, her other hand was on your shoulder, gripping you tightly.

“Don’t do this because of Cat. She manipulated you.” Spencer tried to reason with her.

He was blocking Luke’s shot and Luke was sure he was doing it on purpose.

“You don’t know her!” Juliette screamed at him, holding you tighter.

You whimpered as the blade pressed harder against your throat. You had tears rolling down your cheeks as you stared at Spencer.

You tried to commit every little bit of him to memory, convinced this was the last time you’d ever see him. He really was so beautiful, you wished you’d gotten to tell him that.

“I know she wanted to prove a point.” He held his hands up and took another step forward. “She wanted Y/N to know that I am no better than her husband. It’s true, Y/N, what she said about me. I did try to choke Cat to death because she kidnapped my mother. Prison changed me, maybe I am no different from your husband.”

“Don’t say that.” You sobbed. “It’s not true.”

“It is true.” He nodded. “I would have killed her if JJ hadn’t been there to stop me and I wouldn’t have felt bad. I’m not a good man, Y/N. I’m not the man you think I am.”

Luke knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make you hate him the way Cat wanted in the hopes if he achieved that Juliette would let you go.

Luke had his gun trained towards Juliette but Spencer was still blocking his shot. If he just moved a little to the side he could get a clean shot.

He heard soft footsteps behind him and he didn’t need to look to know who they belonged to. He kept his gun high, on the off chance Spencer would move.

The footsteps crept to his right, further down the corridor. They were surrounding the place, if Weaver made it out of that ticket booth she wouldn’t get much further.

“Are you listening to him? Do you see now?” Juliette shook you.

You made eye contact with him again and you understood. You understood what he was trying to do.

“I see it,” you nodded. “You’re no better than him.”

Hearing those words from your lips made his stomach lurch again. His jaw clenched and he felt tears behind his eyes.

“You’ve made your point Juliette. Let her go, please?” Spencer pleaded with her.

Spencer took another step forward, creating enough space behind him for Luke to manoeuvre into the small room.

He pointed the gun at Juliette who still had the blade against your throat.

“Juliette, there’s no way out of this. Put the knife down or I will have to shoot you. You don’t wanna die today.” Luke tried to talk her down.

Her eyes flicked over to him and then back to Spencer. She squeezed your shoulder, blade pressing dangerously against your flesh.

“I ain’t going back to prison.” She repeated and her hand holding the blade twitched.

Less than a second later Luke fired his weapon. The bullet penetrated her right shoulder, surely hurting her but not killing her. She yelled out in pain, stumbling backwards and dropping the knife from her weakened hand as she fell against the wall and slid to the floor.

Luke hurried to her side, holstering his weapon and kicking the blade away. She howled again when he knelt in front of her and pressed on her gunshot wound, trying to contain the bleeding.

“We need a medic!” He called out the door where he knew his team was waiting.

Soon the small room became crowded, Rossi was by Luke’s side, keeping an eye on Weaver while Emily and JJ holstered their weapons and allowed themselves to breathe a sigh of relief that you were ok. Tara was hurrying behind you and cutting through your bindings.

Spencer knelt in front of you, his tears now escaping as he looked at you and you looked at him and he thanked every higher power that you were alive.

Tara helped you stand up, you were still bleeding from the cut on your chest and your legs shook as you stood. Spencer got to his feet too and the two of you continued to stare at each other.

“We need to get you seen to.” Tara spoke softly, placing a hand on your lower back.

You nodded but kept your eyes on Spencer, smiling weakly at him. You allowed her to lead you from the room and Spencer watched you go.

He stood there for some time, letting the tears fall, letting him feel the relief wash over him. He wasn’t aware of what was going on around him, the people moving around, the medic coming to take care of Weaver’s gunshot wound.

The world seemed to move slowly around him. He could see what was happening but he didn’t feel connected to it. He felt as though he was watching it all unfold from above, no longer tethered to reality.

He thought he’d watched you die. He thought he’d lost you forever. He hadn’t even had a chance to process your death when he’d found you alive.

The amount of thoughts running through his brain caused him to switch off from reality while he tried to sift through them. He didn’t feel JJ’s hand on his shoulder, he didn’t notice that she’d led him outside.

He was brought back around by the temperature change as JJ led him out to the sidewalk. He blinked several times taking in the street, the SUVs, two ambulances, lots of people.

Juliette Weaver was taken to the hospital to be patched up before she would be detained. Cat Adams was on her way back to prison where she would soon meet her end at the hand of the lethal injection.

Spencer stood still on the sidewalk, his mind unable to shut off. You were supposed to be dead. His brain had already started trying to grieve you. But you weren’t dead. What did that mean now?

Rossi was at his side now, holding something out in his hand. Without thinking too much, Spencer held out his own hand and Rossi coiled the item into his palm.

When he closed his hand around it, it was cool beneath his fingers. He knew without looking exactly what it was.

“Hey kid?” Rossi spoke quietly.

“Hmm?” Spencer croaked.

“Garcia wanted you to know something…”

***

You refused to go to the hospital, that was the last place you wanted to go. The cut on your chest and your head wound weren’t bad enough to warrant it and you insisted the paramedic patch you up in the ambulance.

Your heart rate was still erratic and you wondered if it would ever return to normal. You had been so sure you were going to die today and that adrenaline still ran through your veins.

Emily was the first to come and see you, holding her cell phone out for you. When you put it to your ear your children's voice encompassed you, causing you to cry once more.

“Mommy, when will you be home?”

“We miss you mom.”

Knowing they were safe and hearing their voices calmed you a little. Liv had collected them from school when you couldn’t and taken them to her place in case your own home wasn’t safe. It was late and they should have been in bed already, Liv said she would keep them for the night and drop them off at school in the morning.

You were crying still when you thanked Emily and handed her phone back. When you looked away from Emily, Spencer was hovering nearby, looking unsure if he should come over. You offered him a small smile which gave him the green light.

Taking a breath he slowly started towards you. Emily saw him coming and patted your shoulder gently.

“I’ll give you a minute.” She whispered before turning and heading away.

Spencer ambled over, hands in his pockets and rolling his lip between his teeth. He cautiously sat down next to you on the lip of the ambulance. He looked at you, his eyes full of so many emotions.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you.” He exhaled shakily.

“It’s not your fault.” You sniffed, wiping your tears on your sleeve.

“It kinda is though. She used you as a pawn in her sick and twisted revenge against me.” Spencer shook his head.

“It’s fine, it’s over now.” You breathed. “You know I don’t really think you’re anything like him? I just said that because I thought it might save my life.”

He looked away from you, out across the street. His body deflated and he closed his eyes for a few long seconds.

“I wasn’t lying, Y/N, I have changed since prison. What I did to Cat…I don’t feel bad about it. The miscarriage, I do feel bad about. If I had caused that, the death of an unborn child, I would never have forgiven myself. But Garcia checked, she actually miscarried months later. And so I can’t bring myself to feel bad. She kidnapped my mom, she had me arrested. But it makes me no better than your husband.” He shook his head, sniffing lightly.

You placed your hand on his arm and he looked back at you, unshed tears in his eyes.

“Spencer, I don’t think you’re anything like him.” You shook your head. “You’re probably the only person in the world who has ever really loved me.”

“But things are just….so complicated.” He frowned.

“True, I probably still have a long battle ahead of me to keep Jared out of my life. I have two kids who are going to need me more than ever. But life is always going to be complicated and messy and if we try to wait for the right time…” you trailed off and squeezed his arm softly.

His eyes flit down to your hand and his heart leapt into his throat when he saw your now empty ring finger resting on his arm.

“If we try to wait for the right time, we might be waiting another fifteen years?” He finished for you, a small smile creeping to his lips.

“Exactly.” You nodded, your own lip twitching at the corner.

“But that really begs the question…”

“Ask me.”

Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth, turning his body a little so he was facing you properly. He reached out and took hold of your hand, threading his fingers in yours.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Truth or dare?

“Truth.” You replied quickly.

“Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate in responding. “You were my first love, Spence. I was always too scared to admit it and then I met Jared and I thought it might help me get over those feelings. But it didn’t. And I pushed you away and I’m sorry, I’m sorry for doing that.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” He squeezed your hand gently. “I understand. The truth is I don’t know how to be in this world if I’m not wishing for a future with you.”

His free hand went back inside of his pocket and he pulled out the item Rossi had handed him. The silver and gold of the bracelet shimmered in the light from the ambulance. He let go of your hand and you held it out for him to drape the metal around your wrist before he clasped it shut.

You smiled softly at each other, his hand finding yours again and for a moment or two you sat in silence. You took in the street, the old abandoned movie theatre you and Spencer had spent so much time in together.

All those memories seemed so clear now. All the old horror movies he’d taken you to see which you told him you hated but you secretly loved because when you got scared it gave you an excuse to curl in close to him.

All the foreign movie festivals you’d gone to, some of which lacked subtitles and Spencer would lean in close and whisper the translations to you.

All the shared popcorn and the accidental brushing of fingers as you both reached in at the same time.

The hours you must have spent inside of those walls together, in your own little bubble all came flooding back, all of those adventures you’d watched playing out on the screen side by side.

And it made perfect sense that you should be sitting here now, on the cusp of your latest adventure together.

You glanced back at him and as if sensing your eyes on him, he looked at you too.

“Hey Spence?” You whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Just to confirm, because you didn’t actually say it…” you trailed off and Spencer chuckled lightly.

He was quick to move his free hand to your cheek, drawing you closer and then he kissed you.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you heard fireworks going off like it was the Fourth of July. He was gentle with you but his adoration was spoken silently against your lips.

It was a new hope, a new beginning. It was two people who had been unfathomably in love with each other for well over a decade finally coming together.

When he pulled back, he didn’t go too far and he kept his hand on your cheek as though scared he might lose you again. He smiled at you softly.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He laughed.

“After all this time?” You whispered.

“Always, my love. Always.”

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