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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, January 8th

WILLOW: I'm sorry you're feeling all blechy. But we'll get together with Buffy another time. Sometime soon. I think you'll really like her. (Tara sighs.) TARA: She's not your friend. WILLOW: I may have overestimated the "you liking her" factor. TARA: No, no. I mean, I don't... (sighs) I don't think she's...her. ~~Who Are You~~

Happy Birthday to Amber Benson who played Tara!

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BtVS Triple Drabble: Careless by badly_knitted (Buffy, Giles, PG)

Damned If I Do (Dammit If I Don't) by thisyearsgrrl (Buffy/Faith, E)

born to die by elliez_only (Buffy/Faith, G with archive warnings)

humanity sucks by ripslayer (Buffy/Faith, M)

Braking the Fall by Soulburnt (Buffy/Spike, R)

The First of Many by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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saiilorstars · 2 years ago

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Ch. 23: All Goodbyes

[Story Masterlist] // [Aitana’s Masterlist]

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @averyhotchner @foxesandmagic

If you’d like to be a part of Aitana’s taglist, please let me know!

The manhunt was just beginning and the hope to find more potential victims was looking good when Spencer showed up with the uncovered names they were missing. "I got 4 names on the bottom of the list prentiss gave us. Luke Renault, Lawrence Riley, Lila Rafferty, Lyle Rogers. All with the initials L. R!"

"The CIA uses cryptograms like that to assign to non-official cover agents working the same case," Hotch relayed as they gazed over the new names.

"So do other foreign countries," remarked Rossi. "Those last 4 names are covers... spies."

"Wait," Penelope happened to take a quick peek and found something obviously wrong. "No. This isn't right." She plucked the paper from Spencer's hand and turned it over for them to see, her finger pointing to a spot next to a black mark. "Do you see this space? That shouldn't be here."

"Could it be a formatting error?" Aitana asked. Everyone else seemed lost too.

"No, this is a spreadsheet template. Formatting doesn't allow for this. There's a missing name on here!"

"It's another spy whose cover is L. R.," Seaver made the logical deduction. The only question now was what the name was.

Spencer remembered exactly what that last name could be, and the more he considered it the more sense it made. "Lauren Reynolds is dead," he repeated the sentence that hadn't made any sense to him not too long ago. At the other's questioning looks, he explained. "'Lauren Reynolds is dead.' Prentiss said that on a phone call 17 days ago. But her intonation wasn't surprise or grief. It was like a mantra, like she was reminding herself."

"Lauren Reynolds, L. R," Morgan picked up on it soon. "If Prentiss is the last name on that list, she's on Doyle's list, too."

"That explains her behavior the past month. The secrets, the evasion," Rossi said.

"She's been biting her fingernails again, too!" Spencer added. All the signs were there and none of them had seen it.

"She said goodbye," Aitana suddenly said. Everything was beginning to click. Just as the others were asking her what she meant, she raised a finger to give her a moment then headed for Emily's desk. Hotch had already tried calling her in the meantime and to all of their surprise, Aitana yanked one of the drawers open to see Emily's vibrating phone inside along with her badge and gun. "She said goodbye earlier and I didn't realize it." Aitana let out a deep sigh. How could she have been so stupid? All the things Emily had said...she was saying a goodbye.

"Why would she do that!?" Penelope was the first to freak out.

Spencer wasn't of the same feeling but more of a deep disappointment and sadness. "That doesn't make sense. Why run? We're her family. We can help."

"Doyle's killing families. She's not married, not close to relatives. He was ready to wipe us out," Rossi said, trying to make it clear for the others. "She ran to protect us."

"She's a trained spy. She doesn't want to be found," Morgan said, already thinking logically to do exactly what she didn't want them to do. "She knows all of our tricks. We don't know any of hers."

"All right, then how do we find her?" Seaver asked them.

"Here's how," Hotch said, striding up to their evidence boards. "Ian Doyle is our unsub, Prentiss is our victim. We profile their behavior and we treat it like any other case." The sentiment that ran amongst the team was one and the same. It was a deep pain. Hotch didn't take time to notice it as he turned around, continuing with the plan. "Because terrorism isn't an area we specialize in, I've reached out to an expert from the state department, someone who can also shed light on Prentiss' past."

"Who?" Penelope asked.

Hotch seemed to look over them for a moment. "Her," he finally answered.

The team looked back to see a familiar face coming into the bullpen. The shocks kept coming like a truck.

JJ would've had a much more warm expression had it not been for the terrible circumstances that had brought her back, but what she offered them was still her typical friendly smile. "Let's get to work," she instructed. It was almost like old times.

~0~

The team grouped in the conference room with JJ taking charge for the time being. "Ok, so I talked to a friend from Langley. He couldn't give me Emily's full CIA history, but he could give me this." Her fingers worked the old remote like it never left her hand. "She assumed the identity of Lauren Reynolds as part of a special task force called JTF-12."

The screen displayed them an old profile picture of Emily and though it was just from the neck and up, there were some obvious characteristics that did not belong to the woman they had come to know.

"I heard about them," Rossi remarked, only now vaguely recalling the name. "They were profiling terrorists, weren't they?"

"Yeah, assembled after 9-11. CIA and Western agencies contributed their best and brightest."

"But serial killers and terrorists have different personality traits. How does Doyle fit in?" Seaver inquired.

JJ nodded. It was a fair thought. "He was their last case. And now the JTF is on his hit list. Jeremy Wolff was victim number one, from Germany's BND. Sean McAlister at interpol was the second. He's the one that brought the JTF in to work the Doyle case." JJ brought the sequential pictures of each name she spoke of. "He was murdered last week in Brussels with his wife and daughter. Tsia Mosely of France's DCRI. She got engaged to Jeremy earlier this year. After he died, she fled to D. C. And team leader Clyde Easter, British s. I. S. He hasn't checked in since Tsia's murder. He was also in D. C."

"Did JTF make the arrests?" Aitana found herself asking, head tilting as she gazed at each picture. They were special profilers, as far as she understood, which left a few key pieces not fitting together.

"No, the host countries handled that," JJ responded, furthering the confusion. "The team moved onto the next case."

"So wait...if all they did was deliver a profile, how does Doyle even know about them?" Aitana's hands went back and forth between the pictures on the screen.

"Well, considering the shadowy nature of terrorist cells, they utilize a skill we don't... infiltration."

Ah, that would certainly make a difference.

"Who was undercover on Doyle?" Spencer made the question despite already having taken a good guess on the answer.

"Emily. She made contact with him in Boston to get intel on Valhalla. She was posing as another weapons dealer." At which time, JJ handed them photographs of Emily in the same guise as her profile picture. The distinctive marks of her appearance continued.

"Look at how she's dressed," Morgan said, "She seems awfully comfortable." Those clothes weren't even close to what casual Emily would wear on a normal day. "How close did she get to Doyle as part of her cover?"

"The recon they did on Doyle included a background of all of his romantic relationships," JJ's lips pursed as she went on, "Emily was his type."

There was a lot to (not) think about after that.

~0~

As much as she hated to, Aitana made a call to her mother to do exactly what she promised she wouldn't do. She was cancelling their plans again.

"I'm really sorry, Mamá," Aitana was going back and forth in her office. "But you've seen the news, you know what's going on."

"Oh, I know, and I am beyond worried for you!" Her mother exclaimed. "Please tell me you're okay?"

"I am," Aitana assured, preferring to leave out that her friend was the one in trouble. "But this is work and this guy...he's bad news."

"I understand, it's not you, it's work," her mother said, unknowingly relieving Aitana of a huge layer of guilt.

"It really is," Aitana promised. She paused when JJ poked her head into the office. JJ's eyes widened when she realized Aitana was on a call so she quickly made a motion she'd come back later. Aitana waved a hand for her to come in. "Mom, I gotta go!"

"Cuídate," her mother said.

"I'll take care, promise," Aitana said then promptly hung up. "JJ…"

"I didn't mean to interrupt," the blonde said, raising her hands up.

"No, no, you're good! I just...I had made plans with dying Mom-for like the 10th time and—"

"You had to cancel?" JJ finished for her with a rather nostalgic smile. "Yeah, I was once there too. It's hard."

"Yeah…" Aitana lowered her phone to the desk, fingers tapping over it. "They've been understanding though. I think they're just happy that I've managed to hold onto a long term job again."

There was a lot to take in from that one sentence but JJ was no longer the same woman who left the BAU almost one year ago. Seeing it left a pit in her stomach that could only be attuned to guilt. "I know I should have called in...checked in—"

"Oh God no!" Aitana exclaimed, eyes wide in alarm. "This isn't — you are not at fault for anything here, JJ! God…" She laughed. Her hand came digging through her hair. "I mean-JJ you're back!" she said as if it were the first time she saw JJ in the room.

JJ afforded the brunette a small smile. "I am," she nodded. Her eyes raked over the office that was once-for many years-hers. There were various more plants around, surely more than she used to own back in her day. The shelves had been, for the most part, emptied and replaced with Aitana's own belongings.

Aitana noticed it soon enough and awkwardly cleared her throat. "I, uh, had to make some modifications…"

"Of course," JJ agreed. She didn't want Aitana to feel like she shouldn't make the room her own, because it really was her own now. Her gaze fell over the desk where Aitana's name plaque stood proudly. She'd seen the same one on her door.

"I did leave this alone, though," Aitana moved over to a bookshelf at the corner of the room. "It's all yours and I didn't really want to move it in case…" She trailed off, leaving JJ to make the connections. It wasn't that hard to see what it was.

"I'm...not," she said, at least not in the way Aitana would presume she would. She had her own plans that were hopefully going to be put in march soon enough.

"Oh," Aitana slowly brought her arms behind her back. "I'm...sorry. Really."

"Aitana, you don't need to worry about me," JJ said, almost laughing when Aitana's eyes widened again.

"I'm not-I mean…" Aitana exhaled before she said something incredibly wrong. "This is...this was your office, this was your home for so long and...if you'd want to come back, I would completely understand. This liaison job is...not as easy as you made it look."

JJ couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips. "I heard some stories before you officially came on. Penelope told me."

"Yeah," Aitana chuckled. "It took me a while to be able to get in front of the cameras."

JJ's eyebrows raised, her lips pressing together, "Spicy Sprinkles?"

Aitana laughed a full fledged laugh. "Oh God, they told you!" Soon enough, JJ joined her. "Morgan is…"

"Yeah, totally understand," JJ waved her off. "But if they've given you nicknames then it means you're fitting in just fine."

Aitana took her bottom lip with her teeth. "Um, yeah, they've been pretty good to me. I have my own struggles and they've been understanding."

"I'm glad," JJ genuinely said. "I knew I made the right choice leaving you here."

Aitana felt her heart skip a beat. "God," she whispered, shaking her head when she remembered those days where she was indecisive about taking the job. "You know, I still don't understand why you wanted me of all people to take your place here. I'm not a liaison. I was barely a profiler before I had to go into W.I.P."

"I told you before, you got along with every single one of us back in San Diego. You clicked with us."

"Huh," Aitana folded her arms, suddenly pensive.

"What?"

"It's funny, Emily sort of gave me this goodbye conversation that i didn't know was a goodbye conversation until she ran off. But she told me something similar to what you just said. I clicked with people, and then she…" Aitana laughed shortly, "She said I definitely clicked more with certain people."

Once more, JJ's eyebrows raised together, "Aah." So she had seen it too. "And, uh, how is all that going?"

"What?" Aitana blinked.

"I mean, your social life. I know I'm being nosy—"

"No, um…" Aitana tucked some hair behind her hair, "Despite what we're facing right now, things have been going well. I'm starting to socialize more again. I'm talking to my parents again. My brothers."

"Mateo's doing well?" JJ asked, remembering the poor man as part of her last case at the BAU.

"Yeah, thank God. He, my nephew and my sister-in-law are fine."

"And Angel?"

Aitana wave it off. "Fine too. Being an annoying older brother is something he and Mateo both know how to do very well."

JJ chuckled lightly. "Well I'm glad. And I'm really happy to know you've been settling in," she made a pass at the office. "Really."

Aitana nodded. "Thank you. Thanks for trusting me to take the keys."

JJ had felt secure when she first left Aitana with the job. She couldn't picture anyone else in the position but Aitana.

~ 0 ~

As soon as they'd gotten a ping of Emily's last known partner from the Doyle case, the team took a plane for Boston. The idea was that Emily would go to the place where the case first started and it seemed like they were on the right track because twenty minutes in the plane and Penelope had gotten an alert from the local Boston precinct.

"Emily walked into a trap," Penelope regretted turning her computer over for the others to see. It was a security footage of Emily facing off Doyle on the sidewalk, and a couple other things leading to it. "It looks like Doyle got into the SUV, but from this angle, you can see that he didn't. Which I wish Boston PD Would have told me before I started watching it. Sorry again for the screaming."

Morgan was incredulous wit what they saw on the screen. Emily walked by the car chucking something inside that soon exploded. She did it all without blinking. "She threw a flash-bang grenade into a car. She's lucky the 3 people inside didn't die! Is anybody else bothered by that?" The consensus around the team was not the one he was expecting.

"I mean…" Aitana was the brave soul who went first, "Speaking as someone who was hunted down by a band of homicidal men...no," she shook her head. Morgan raised an eyebrow at her but she kept to her statement.

"Illegal as it is, I think Prentiss knows she has to be as ruthless as Doyle," Spencer added, "He's come to the US to wage a public vendetta and hired a group of mercenaries to remain loyal to him. He has nothing to lose, so she has to act the same way."

"So how did Doyle know she was waiting for him?" Seaver asked. The footage showed them that Doyle had merely been waiting for Emily to get out of the car which told that he knew when Emily arrived at the scene.

Well, the mole must have told him, right?" Penelope presumed, glancing at the others for confirmation. "The same guy who's been feeding Doyle the contractors and agents?"

"And our best suspect was just arrested with a suitcase full of cash," JJ reminded them. Clyde was already waiting for them and it was sure to be an interesting interrogation.

"How do we get Easter to talk?" asked Aitana. "I doubt he'll cooperate willingly."

"I'll handle that," Hotch cut in, "The rest of you focus on Doyle's location."

"I hate to be the one to ask this, but how long does Emily have?" Penelope could not believe she was asking that. Another part of the job that she detested.

"Her best chance is also the most troubling," Hotch answered honestly, "Doyle saved her for last because he views her as his stressor. Which means he'll take his time."

~0~

As soon as they arrived in Boston, the group dispersed to get things done as quickly as possible. There wasn't any time to waste, literally.

Aitana got in touch with the local precinct beforehand to see how their situation was doing. Once she was there, she was personally able to see the arrest of one potential witness and said. Unfortunately, he wouldn't go easy.

"Get your hands off me!" The man raged as two officers dragged him through the bullpen towards an interrogation room. "Do you know who I am? I'm the man!"

Aitana was only a few feet behind, but she stopped by the remaining group for a moment.

"Who's that?" asked Seaver, raising an eyebrow at the man who only seemed to get louder despite getting farther from them.

"That would be Jack Fahey; Irish mob," Aitana said, sourly smiling. "He called Easter's cell phone 12 times in 6 hours."

"Any connection to Doyle?" Rossi inquired.

"Well, Boston PD says he's low level but the Irish mob has long-standing ties to the IRA." Aitana pulled her arms behind her back, her sour smile shifting into a rather innocent one. "So, who wants to take a crack at him?"

Seaver and Rossi exchanged glances, neither looking very eager to take the task up.

Aitana looked around to avoid them. "He's got some...comments for women." She had the opportunity to hear some of those earlier.

"Ah," Rossi understood. "I'll go get Reid."

Aitana let her eyes land on the man with heavy gratefulness. "Thank you!" With a nod, Rossi went off to find Spencer.

"Really?" Seaver whispered to Aitana when they were alone. She laughed quietly after Aitana shuddered.

~0~

Fahey turned out to be jittery and a smart mouth. Couple that with his excessive "kindness" and both Rossi and Spencer could see why Aitana preferred to hand him over to them. She and Seaver currently watched the interrogation from the other side of the window.

"Why were you calling Clyde Easter so much, Jack?" Rossi demanded for the third time and yet Fahey only seemed to care about one thing.

"Anybody got a smoke?" He gave Spencer a quick look-out. "How about you, beanpole?"

Spencer's face fell flat.

"What do you think?" Rossi would question first, giving Spencer the perfect opportunity to get under the man's skin.

"Narcissism masking deep-seated insecurity."

"Ah, so if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk."

That got Fahey to move. "Hey, hey, hey, I ain't no hood rat. You take that back!"

"Well," Rossi started moving around the room, "You look like one. You smell like one. You smell that?"

Spencer sniffed the air, muttering, "Hood rat."

Fahey may as well burst into flames. "I am not! Take it back!"

"Hey, Jack. Do you know what a hood rat is?" Rossi smirked but all Fahey did was huff and look away. "You see what I mean? He's just gonna have to learn the hard way."

"I'm sure a few nights in the cells will do some good," Spencer said, already making a turn for the doors.

"All right, all right!" Fahey called a few steps before Spencer would reach the door. "Look, Clyde was gonna pay my medical bills, all right? This ear, it ain't growing back." He made a gesture to his ear under gauze. Both agents had been wondering what happened to that ear. Aitana hadn't gotten the answer either.

"What happened to it?" asked Rossi.

"This bitch teammate of his shot it. Said it was a warning!" Fahey went on without noticing the donning looks on the agents. "Thought she could take on this IRA Big shot named Doyle." Rossi rushed for his side. "So I told these…" Rossi didn't hesitate to grab the man by his injured ear, eliciting a sharp yelp from Fahey, "Aah! What the hell, man?! Jeez!"

"Where's Prentiss!?"

"Who? I don't know!"

"Lauren Reynolds!" Spencer exclaimed, figuring that Emily's real name wouldn't mean much to Fahey if he was involved with Doyle back then. "Where is Lauren Reynolds?"

Sure enough, it clicked in Fahey's head. "Oh. Friend of yours, is she?" His tone did not promise an easy ending.

"You tell us where she is right now, or I swear, I'll send you to a prison where they'll teach you what a hood rat is," warned Rossi, but this time it was not enough.

"And by the time you do, she'll be in pieces," Fahey smirked. "So, uh..my price just went up. 200,000?"

Rossi straightened up and glanced at Spencer. This was threatening to turn into something longer that they did not have time for.

~ 0 ~

"What other leverage do we have?" Hotch asked the group after having to bring Fahey out of the interrogation. He noticed the man flinching every now and then. His foot didn't seem to stop tapping against the floor either. "Is he an addict?"

"Apparently, he's having a nicotine fit," Aitana said, crinkling her nose. "He asked for a smoke in the beginning. No one's let him have one."

"We can use that," Seaver pointed, her lips growing into a smirk. "He'd relax, open his big mouth."

"Is that enough?" As far as Hotch knew, Fahey had gone upstake with his demands. He may look stupid but he was far from that. He read the situation well.

Seaver, however, was more confident. "Well, I'm pretty good with narcissists. Dated a few."

"You sure?" Hotch asked her. If it was up to him, he'd keep the same agents for the interrogation.

Seaver nodded. "Yeah. He's already had a go at Aitana—"

"Unfortunately," muttered the brunette, still shuddering at the flashback.

"—and he's sort of afraid of Rossi," Seaver finished, sending an apologetic smile in Spencer's direction. He merely nodded at her facts. "I can do it."

"Alright," Hotch gave them the order.

They would take Fahey up to the rooftop so he could finally get a cigarette. They would try to coax the information out of him but it would all end in bullets and one dead witness.

~ 0 ~

The last thing Seaver would expect after nearly being killed—and splattered with the blood of the now dead Fahey—was for Rossi to say she was the only one capable of saving the case. She was new—she was the newest agent at the BAU. The mere idea that an entire case could rest on her, and only her, made her stomach twist and turn with knots.

She would claim, in a weak attempt to get some help, that Aitana was also new. While that was relatively true, the other truth was that the liaison/profiler had known Emily for a few months more and had shared a case in San Diego and in D.C. before officially becoming an agent at the BAU. Aitana was out, Seaver was it.

"So what's been bugging you since we left Quantico?" Rossi started throwing the questions at her, not letting her take time to think about each one. "How about the affair? That bugs me! How does the two of them sleeping together change Doyle's profile?"

Seaver recognized the strategy Rossi employed. She wasn't supposed to think long and hard. "I-I don't know!"

"Come on, Ashley. It's textbook!"

"I haven't read every textbook!" It was a weak answer and she knew it. Emily once told her that not everything she needed to know would come from a textbook. Experience was a big part of the job.

"You want me to hold your hand? Fine!" Rossi snatched her fist, gripping it tight, making it even harder for Seaver to try and 'think'. "What doesn't fit? Just say it! What are you thinking? Spit it out!"

"Why families?" Seaver finally shouted. She hadn't needed to think about it. It was blaring right at them and yet nobody said a thing. "Prentiss is Doyle's stressor. He wants revenge on the woman who betrayed him, and I understand that. But why kill that child in D. C.?"

Rossi nodded approvingly, letting her fist go in the process. "That's the agent Seaver I'm looking for!"

Seaver's lips would pull into a small smile, for the first time she felt like an agent. She just hated the circumstances in which things happened.

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Penelope and JJ had worked hard to dig more into the life of Emily's old team. When they were confident they had concrete pieces, they brought the rest of the team into the conference room to discuss.

"So, assuming Clyde isn't the mole, we looked through the JTF's personal records again, and Jeremy made some fancy plans before his death," Penelope started bringing up reference photographs on the screens for them. "Specifically, he bought a large estate in Spain. He signed all the documents with one of his covers. Made a down payment in cash, deposited the rest."

"So Jeremy sold the list to Doyle," JJ said what the others were surely already concluding. "He was the first victim, killed quietly. Doyle didn't want any attention until he was ready."

"Did Tsia know?" asked Hotch.

Penelope had to shake her head. "We can't tell. If I were running from a terrorist, I would cash in my IRA—not that one. The other...you know what I mean. My point is, Tsia didn't touch that money, so I don't think she's in on it."

At which point, Hotch would have to strike a type of deal with Clyde in order to get the man's cooperation. He wasn't a suspect anymore, not at all, but there were still things the BAU knew for sure wouldn't be disclosed even if the situation called for it.

A few hours later would have Clyde himself standing in front of the team, explaining what he already knew. "Ian Doyle's a power-assertive psychopath, highly controlling and very explosive when something doesn't go as planned."

"Ok, so how does this fit in with who he is as a family annihilator?" asked Seaver. "And Prentiss' role in it."

"Annihilators have a romanticized view of who their family is…" Morgan started saying when Clyde cut in.

"Well, actually, he was an orphan."

Morgan nodded, taking the comment into consideration. "Well, they think of family as their possession, until some law shatters that and starts them killing."

Clyde would agree but the facts still remained against them. "But Doyle was never married."

"Children?" asked Rossi.

"No."

"You sure?" Aitana didn't hide her disbelief, something that would irritate Clyde. "Because the way your profile has him with his murders being carried out in a surgical-like precision sounds like there's room for something you may have missed." The more she went on, the harder Clyde looked at her. In the end, Aitana had to avert her gaze until somebody else would step in.

"Perhaps this child was a surrogate for one he had," Spencer offered the alternative. A that, Clyde wouldn't be able to say for sure it wasn't possible.

Hotch decided to go with the theory. "Say Doyle had a child and you didn't know about it. Is it possible that Prentiss did?"

"Then why would she keep it from me?"

JJ raised an eyebrow at the man, almost uttering 'Seriously' in the process. "Who else was in the compound the day that you arrested Doyle?"

"Just his staff."

"All Irish?" asked Hotch.

"Yeah."

"That's a start." Hotch turned to Penelope who quickly nodded, raising her wiggling fingers to dive into the keyboard.

She would soon get a very likely match for who they were looking for. A young blonde haired boy with bright blue eyes appeared on the large screen for the team to see. "I matched Irish immigration records based on Doyle's employees. Declan Jones, he's the only boy who matches. He settled in Boston 8 years ago, adoptive guardian Louise Jones."

"I knew Louise Jones," Clyde blinked at the picture of the familiar of the woman. "She was Doyle's housekeeper."

"Are they still alive?" asked JJ.

"Declan and his mother went missing 7 years ago. Bodies were never found. Wait, what is this?" Penelope followed the trail of folders to stumble across some pretty dark pictures. Uh... God, someone took pictures of them being shot." She was sickened to find multiple pictures of the woman and boy tied up and being gunned.

"Is there an address?" Hotch quickly inquired.

"That looks like a warehouse," Spencer pointed to the surrounding walls and maybe even what looked like a metal shelf in the corner.

"It's gotta be big enough to house a small army," Penelope deduced on her own, fingers once again typing madly on her keyboard. "That's weapons, supplies. Let's see... which means it has its own perimeter. I got it, 1518 Adams street!"

"I'll start pulling in the teams," Aitana said, rushing out ahead of the others.

There was a rustling of movement after the address had been revealed. Only a few of them would linger as Penelope kept going through different pictures for something more definitive. One in particular pulled Spencer back. It had Declan and Louise still tied up but this time the gunman's hand was visible, their fingers holding the gun.

"Wait, wait, look at that. Morgan, come look at this…"

Morgan had no idea what the hell could be more important on the picture than readying the others, but Spencer had yet to be wrong about something so he came back. "It's black clothing and a hand, Reid."

Spencer shook his head and pointed at the hand holding the gun. "No, look at the fingernails."

Penelope saw it first from her own screen and gasped. "Oh, my God!"

They would recognize Emily's torn fingernails anywhere.

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It was agonizing having to be away from the building while everyone else went in. Aitana took roots in the precinct, taking charge of the local officers to make sure the area was sealed off. Penelope would lead with the camera—whichever ones she could find in case something went south. Spencer and Rossi would be right outside the building on standby. Seaver and JJ had to reluctantly stay out due to their technical positions. Damn the rules.

But even when everything was prepared with as much precaution and failsafes, things still managed to slip from them. One moment, Hotch and Morgan were leading the mission and taking out Doyle's accomplices and the next they heard an ongoing fight. By the time one of them made it to Emily, Doyle had vanished and Emily laid on the ground with a piece of wood impaled in her stomach.

Hours would pass by in the hospital for the entire team. JJ disappeared for a few to try and use her connections and see what was going on. When she returned, all hopeful faces landed on her only to for them to realize what she was about to say.

No.

"She never made it off the table," JJ choked on her own words.

The first feeling was disbelief. How? Lose one of their own? No fucking way.

Penelope shook her head and turned away from JJ, as if doing that meant whatever JJ said wouldn't be true. Aitana, who sat right beside her, put an arm around her. The goodbye conversation between her and Emily really had been just that: a goodbye.

Spencer couldn't take the entire atmosphere, everybody in it nearly sobbing for who they had lost. He got up from his chair, almost making a run for it.

JJ stood in his way, stopping him with hand on his arm. "Spence."

"I didn't get a chance to say good-bye," he said, tears already blurring his vision. As far as he knew, Emily had come to each of them in her own way but he had yet to remember a moment between himself and her. Saying goodbye when they didn't know it was a goodbye was still better than having nothing at all.

Now the next time he could say goodbye would be at Emily's funeral.

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msinkribbon · 9 months ago

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hehe thank u @leonsdolly for the tag :3 luv u 🫶🏻🫶🏻

death island leon ofc, BUT I WISH I COULD PUT THEM ALL. he’s been my bf since 2009 😚💋

spencer reid is just a classic okay… like that’s boyfriend and he’ll always be boyfriend.

JACOB ELORDI IN SALTBURN CHANGED SOMETHING IN ME. that’s all i have to say.

and YES i know jill is a woman but that’s my MAN. sorry :( i had to

almost all of my moots r lesbians (hehe) so i’ll tag a few that i’m (almost) positive i’ve seen post about men at least once (lol) ^_^ no pressure ofc :) 💋

@ch-4-eri @material-ghoul86 @kittykeyboardzz & any moots that want to participate!!!

MY MAN!

I was tagged by @red-orchid and @justreblogginfics to give four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !!

(That is not the only thing they have me yelling)

I'm sure this won't be at all surprising to you.

No pressure tags for @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @itspdameronthings @stealfromthedevil @navybrat817 @maggiemayhemnj @ramadiiiisme @middleearthpixie @sotwk and absolutely anyone else who wants to play and proudly show off their MEN 💗

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msommers · 3 years ago

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my evidence that spencer and daphne need to smooch in arcane falls: these photos and that’s all we need

#i think it'd be some kind of Peak Tabby if the only reason i develop daphne more is bc i put spencer into the motw world as a joke au #or bring daphne into the lovecraft world either way works and is fun #i don't even know how to tag this for organization #ch: daphne fairchild #ch: spencer thompson #misc: au rambles #r: spencer & daphne

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hanasnx · 6 days ago

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SQUIRTING — s.reid

“ i love how you touch, how you feel, how you breathe / baby, how you do it so good? ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | criminal minds. NOTES. never seen one single episode of criminal minds but i did miss my mutual @ddejavvu’s bday last october and wanted to make up for it. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ established relationship ノ potentially ooc spencer ノ fem squirting ノ pussy eating & orgasm mentions ノ vaginal fingering ノ explicit sexual content ノ praise kink (f receiving) ノ squirt obsessed spencer ノ lowkey unedited.

Don’t be fooled by SPENCER REID’s calm demeanor and harmless facade. Don’t get caught up in that little smile he does when he has nothing further to say, or the way his fluffy hair flops over his forehead when he inclines down to lend you an ear to hear you better. Don’t let your guard down when he info dumps his latest fascination, having traversed the rabbit hole of complex animal mating cycles or the latest scientific observation of quarks. Dr. Reid is no one to be underestimated.

You should’ve known better than to think of him as disarming and therefore “harmless.” It’s the first time in a long time that you’ve been so wrapped up in a guy, coming up for air rarely while you’re practically living at his place. Your clothes are strewn about his apartment, your favorite shampoo is in his shower, he bought you your own toothbrush to keep on your shelf in his medicine cabinet. Oh, it’s bad. There’s no turning back now. You’re completely and utterly helpless. If you could go back in time to warn your past self of the madness you’re about to endure…

“C’mon, baby, one more. Can’t you do one more?” it’s a plea devoid of any doubt, he can feel the way you’re pulsing around his fingers. It’s the familiar rev that quakes just before a big release, and his knuckles know the tremor intimately. That brain isn’t just used for his job, it’s memorized every part of you—even the parts you thought you weren’t ready to share.

You writhe, desperately nuzzling the back of your head into the mattress, heating up from the friction. Gritting your teeth, your body feels like it’s on fire, and the build in your gut is like something’s being taken from you. It’s a merciless pace completed by three of the longest fingers you’ve ever had inside of you, bullying your insides relentlessly prodding that spongy spot to chase a most coveted reaction. Your muscles contract and stretch, lifting your pelvis from the pillow he set it on like it’s demanding more. It’s a primal instinct, involuntarily rocking into his ramming in tandem. Your eyes squeeze shut from the pain of it, and yet you can’t stop.

“I can’t do it- I can’t do it, Spenc—ah!” you interrupt your own rebuke, your nails clawing into the purchase of the sheets as your spine goes limp. He doesn’t miss a beat, following you down to keep battering your soft tissue in just the right curl. Your tailbone has collapsed back onto the puddle of wetness, it’s cold to the touch, but you can’t even focus on how jarring the difference in temperature is right now.

You breathe like you’re readying for something, you pant like you’re in danger. Your chest rises and falls with rapid puffs of air, a sheen of sweat coating your skin—you can’t take this anymore.

Mesmerized, Spencer watches your poor pussy swallow his hand up. The wet squelching of leftover cream spatters out with every visceral plug, and his tongue forms over his upper lip to keep it busy. Your little clit calls out to him, he can feel it between his lips already. All soft and gooey, puffy and overstimulated, running between his spit-soaked lips as you scream from the two forces working together to make you cum. Not this time, he thinks, it’s not that kind of thing this time. His other hand grasps his cramping wrist, using it to cram into you faster, those three fingers forming a cone inside you to stroke the tips against the roof of you, and you cry out.

You reach for him, you try to grip anything you can, anything to get him to let up—to get him to stop. Mercy, you want. “You can, sweetheart, you can. I know it.” Sweat beads his forehead as he consoles you, letting you howl it out until he’s satisfied.

Miraculously, you manage to focus your efforts on one task. You lift your head, the prettiest and most pitiful upturn in your brows silently beckons him. It’s a silent request regardless of the noises whimpering out of your nose, you sound like a whining puppy while you make grabby hands at him. He knows what you want. Carefully, he adjusts so as to not upset the angle of his entry, but honoring your wish. Ignoring the burn of effort in his shoulder, he lays his head on your chest, and your legs suspended on either side of him bob from how hard he’s still fingering you. Your arms encase him, holding him close, clutching on for dear life as he finally tips you over that edge. There’s a change, the subtlest of tenses in your abdomen, like the tickle of pepper under a nose to attract a sneeze. You seize up, your cunt clenches down like a vice, and it idles. It’s the suspense at the top of a roller coaster.

“Oh, yeah… Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it. That’s it, uh-huh.” It’s a babble you can barely hear over the roaring in your ears, finally gushing out a hot spray. Your pussy becomes a fountain, squirting a mile high like you’ve been holding it in this whole time. It comes from deep within you, a secret stream only he can lovingly coax out. You had no idea there was anything even left in you, and yet Spencer’s patience can simply outlive your doubts, determined to wring every last drop out of you.

You can’t open your eyes, you can’t stop the earthquake in your legs, and your claws dig into his scalp. The noises you make are matched by him, groaning in maddened relief and joy at what he’s accomplished. It gets everywhere, drenching the front of his clothes as it pours down. The bed frame and the carpet and the furniture behind him are rained on, and there’s not a single thought in his mind of regret. Your abdomen flexes, pushing out every wave in pulses until it fizzles out. His hand slows, your breathing evens out, and your locked up body begins to relax muscle by muscle. He peels himself out of your hold, your limp limbs unable to put up any fight to keep him cuddled up on you. Lazily, your head lulls in his direction, eyes peering at him reverently stroke his palms over your puddle on the bed. All the releases he took from you perfectly layered on his navy blue sheets. His slack jaw encapsulates his awe at his handiwork, meeting your gaze with a brazen emotion nothing short of pride.

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

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dervoured-a · 3 years ago

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@jigscw .

the suitcase is kinda heavy as she carry it over the floor , but she doesn’t really show . not before it basically is thrown down on the table & bright blues shift up to him while turning it to him and clicking the locks open : opening it for him . over the years , she had worked for a lot of people ( loaned out for a nifty prize from tantalus . ) and these days , she find herself just doing .�� there is no questions , no hesitation . the one person she cared about is gone and out of her life , and while it was her own doing : it was for the best . also means she doesn’t have anyone to come back to & there is just this , which is something she can do in the dark at this point . feel just as easy as breathing . ❝ everything you asked for . ❞

#:*#jigscw #ch . spencer lennox .#we r winging it as per usual sos

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thatgirlstrawberry · 3 years ago

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Different - pt. 3

In which Spencer admits to Charlie that he likes her

Spencer Reid x fem!oc

Warnings: Warnings: Fluff, Angst? Disclaimer: I am not trying romanticize or sexualize autism!!! My little sister has autism and loves Spencer Reid as much as I do so this is dedicated to her. All of the things that Charlotte does is based off of my sister's actions and words. Everyone is different <3

All Spencer could think about was Charlotte. At work, he'd check his phone for calls from her (he'd figured out that she had a land-line in her home and gotten the number from her). When he saw that there weren't any calls from her, he'd find himself becoming disappointed. Not in her. But in himself, thinking that he wasn't interesting enough for her.

But then, he'd remember that she had a job too. And he'd become relived when he'd get a call from, her at around 9:17 every night.

Spencer sat on his couch, reading a book but not actually paying attention to the words as he waited for Charlie's call. He checked his watch. 9:16.

riiiiiiiing!

After the first ring, he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Spencer. It is me, Charlotte." A light voice answered. Spencer let his lips turn up into a smile.

"Hey, Charlie. How are you doing today?" He asked.

After a moment and a hum Charlie answered. "I feel yellow today. Although, I would like to see you sometime." Her words made Spencer heart jump and his stomach do flips.

"I could come by the library tomorrow before i go to work." Spencer told her, hoping she'd say that it was okay.

Charlie paused for a second. "Sure! That would be good." Spencer smiled and looked down. "Okay. I have to go now. Goodnight, Spencer."

"Goodnight, Charlie."

He hung up the phone and sighed, biting the inside of his cheek. Charlie was like a breath of fresh air. She gave him a euphoric feeling when his life felt normal.

He knew that he had just met her but she really was so different from anyone he'd ever met. And yes, her autism was a factor in that difference but it wasn't a huge one.

He knew that she liked to dance, and she liked sushi (he learned one one of their many phone calls), he knew that she liked cherry pie, old books, green tea instead of coffee, and Harry Potter books and the movies. She was just all around different.

And he loved her for that.

So, as he went to bed that night, his heart beat rapidly in his chest thinking about seeing her in the morning.

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The doors to the library opened and Spencer stepped in panting with two cups in his hands. Agnes furrowed her brows and shook her head. "You kids are crazy." She chuckled.

"Charlie?" Spencer asked, not being able to think of any more words to ask where she was.

"In the world history section." The old woman sighed. Spencer nodded thankfully at her and swr down one of the cups on the desk in front of her and went on his way. He had memorized the entire library by now. He didn't need to look at the signs.

When he turned into the section, Charlie had her back to him and was putting book back on the shelves. Spencer watched her pick up a book and then get on her tippy toes to put a book away. She couldn't reach it. Spencer walked towards her and called out her name.

She turned around and smiled. "Oh, hi Spencer."

"Hey, Charlie. How's your morning going?" He asked, gently taking the book from her hands and putting it in its place.

Charlie smiled a thanks and thought for a moment. "I'm orange today. How are you?"

"I guess I would say I'm orange too." He nodded. Charlie's face changed.

The girl smiled and went back to sorting the books with her back to Spencer. It's now or never. He thought. "U-uh Charlie?" He spoke quietly. She didn't seem to hear him. He cleared his throat. "Ch-charlie."

"Yes?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet as she turned around. He blushed at the sight of her smile.

"Uh... I have to tell you something."

"Okay." Spencer scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "I-is it something bad?"

The man's eyes got wide when he realized that he was worrying her. "Oh! No, no. It's nothing bad at all." He nodded. "It's just that I think- no, I know that..." He cleared his throat nervously. "I think you're really pretty a-and really sweet and you're really good at dancing and- what I'm trying to say is that I like you a lot."

Charlie smiled. "You like me?"

"Yes. I-I like you."

The girl's smile grew and she clasped her hands together. "I'm glad that you like me, Spencer. I really like that you like me. And I really like you too."

Spencer felt his heart pumping out of his chest. "Do you wanna go to dinner tonight?"

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HEYYYYYY CHARLIE AND SPENCER ARE BACK

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waitingfortheendtocome · 4 years ago

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Forced To Let Go CH 2

This is the second chapter of my Jemily fic Forced to Let Go. I’m sorry for delaying it, I kind of got caught up in the game Lara Croft: Tomb Raider lol.

Looking back at this story I realized I turned it into two chapters not Three. Whoops lol If you want to see a third part to this story let me know and I’ll be happy to write it. I was honestly going to make it more angsty by adding some ideas I have in my head but decided against it and ending it here.

I’m working on the second chapter to my Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller/Reader fic and I’ll pot it as soon as I finish it. I’m just working on the angle on how I want the story to go. :)

Warnings: No major warning except Angst andd even more Angst.

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Two Days Later

Day of Wedding

Emily had arrived at the wedding a little late. It hurt too much to come and watch the woman she loved marry someone else and knowing she probably essentially pushed them together. Just the thought made her heart clench heavily. The other reason why she was late was because she technically didn’t have anything to wear since she packed all her belongings and put them in the trunk of her car. She had already given her landlord the keys to the apartment before she drove to the wedding. Her intentions were to come for the ceremony and sneak away and leave as soon as it was over, not able to bear to be there any longer let alone say goodbye to anyone.

Emily had gone to the bar to drink a little and be away from everyone only for Morgan to catch up unfortunately for her the man had been extremely observant since he had noticed how quiet and closed off she was after talking to him she confessed about her leaving much to his disappointment and Hotch popping up trying to talk her out of it but she shook her head stating she had already made the decision looking away and walking away but both men knew it was much more they where profilers they knew something else was driving Emily to pack up and leave but they didn’t pressure her. Instead they both made a point in making her final night with them worthwhile and memorable even though Emily doubted anything could cheer her up but nodded smiling not wanting to disappoint them.

The wedding ceremony started without delay and JJ walked down the aisle. Emily watched her walk down the aisle and Emily couldn’t look away. Emily thought JJ looked breathtakingly beautiful, she looked like an angel in her white dress and she couldn’t look away. The dress hugged her figure perfectly and her hair styled to perfection but what snapped her out of it was the smile. Emily saw JJ give Will the happiest smile she has given anyone and that broke Emily all over again but she pushed it back.

When JJ walked past Emily, Emily made sure not to meet JJ’s eyes instead she looked at Will’s direction and didn’t help but roll her eyes slightly. She looked around making sure no one noticed and was relieved when no one did. Emily after sat through the long ceremony and watched them say their final I do. After the priest asked if anyone objected and no one did despite the fact that Emily loved her but she wouldn’t be cruel despite the outcome. During that minute paused Emily caught JJ looking at her and Emily’s eyes flashed with pain but hid it instead Emily looked down and away pretending to look to see if anyone would object.

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The reception party began quickly after, it had started a bit ago and Emily began walking around watching her team. Her now ex-team danced and partied the night away, celebrating JJ and Will now husband and wife’s wedding. It was at this moment that she decided to leave. Seeing them dancing smiling happily made Emily wonder why she did after so many times JJ expressed that she couldn't see herself marrying Will.

Emily herself found the man slightly controlling given how he forced JJ to tell the rest of the team that they were officially even threatening to break up over it and on top of that forcing JJ to tell the team about the pregnancy and even telling them himself when she wasn’t ready. Emily knew he made her happy but some of his behaviors unnerved Emily and she secretly had hoped JJ would choose to be with her but she knew it would never happen despite their fling and quite frankly she wasn’t surprised.

Emily watched Garcia dancing with Morgan, Hotch dancing with Beth and Rossi with Strauss. JJ dancing with Will. Emily walked near a tree and her eyes suddenly locked with JJ, Emily could see the look of regret and apologetic and Emily’s eyes betrayed how heartbroken she was. Emily simply walked on mouthing out congratulations, eyes more on Will than at JJ. Emily didn’t want to make JJ feel bad at her wedding so she locked eyes one more time to see JJ mouthing out an apology and Emily despite herself gave a single curt nod at her as a way of telling her it was fine and it didn’t matter.

She made sure she kept up a mask of calm and indifference all the while she pretended she was happy and enjoying herself. Despite feeling led on and hurt she was actually happy for JJ but at the same time she just couldn’t express it at the moment. Although Emily knew that JJ could see through the fake smile and sudden professional nod, JJ has seen her use it too many times it was the same indifferent professional nod she gave anyone she meets while working cases or even anyone her mother introduces her.

At this point Emily had to keep her distance and stay far from her best friend and being indifferent was the only way they thought she could. As well as running away Emily seems to be a pro at doing that too.

Emily walked to her table to grab another drink when she felt someone tap her shoulder. Looking over her shoulder to find Morgan staring intensely at her with a knowing look beside him was Spencer.

“What’s up guys?” Emily questioned

Morgan glanced at Spencer than at Emily, “I was going to talk to you.”

“Same, us coming here at the same time is a coincidence although I have to say Emily don't think I haven’t noticed.” Spencer told her eyebrow raised

Emily gulped nervously wondering what he was talking about. She knew he wasn’t aware of her leaving since it was a last minute thing and she has been very subtle when it came down to her crush on JJ not to mention her relationship with the blonde or lack of relationship.

“Emily I saw the look you gave JJ just now and could read right through it and no I wasn’t profiling. If that look doesn’t scream I’m not happy for you than I don’t know what is also I noticed a few months now how distance you’ve been with her, you only talk to her professionally when it involves cases and when she wants to have a casual conversation you either pretend you're interested or make an excuse and walk away.” Spencer explained worried

“I have noticed as well Prentiss. Tell us what’s really going on with you. I know you went through a lot and this is something that’s much more then.” Morgan told her arms crossed

“Ugh what did I say about profiling.” Emily told them irritated

“It wasn’t profiling Emily. You’re in love with her... Emily why didn’t you ever told her even before she meet him.” Reid tone was frantic and changed to disappointment at the last part of his sentence as if the idea of Emily never telling JJ was devastating to him

Emily froze and immediately flushed shaking her head, “Whatttt no what gave……..me and JJ? Nooo...we never…… I mean….” Emily stuttered but paused sighing taking a deep breath, “What I mean to say is nothing is going on between JJ and I.”

Morgan shook his head, not impressed by her excuse and Spencer rolled his eyes but his eyes shone in amusement.

“Emily who are you trying to fool, I’m a bisexual man I can tell you’re gay from a mile away and JJ is as closeted as they come and I know you two secretly slept together so I’ll asked again. Why didn’t you ever tell her, you know if you needed help I could have helped anything to get you two together.” Spencer explained crossing his arms equally disappointed

Emily’s jaw dropped for a moment shocked but sighed knowing they caught her and there was no way to lie to them and it would be nice to tell someone about it for a change.

“Okay fine I’ll tell you and I didn’t knew you where bisexual. How did I miss it?” Emily questions suspiciously

Reid laughed shaking his head and Morgan chuckled, “Emily I don’t exactly try to hide it you know. I didn’t just went to see my friend play you know.”

“Oh…….OHHH.. Go Reid.” Emily cheered earning a blush from the man

“You’re evasive Emily.” Morgan pointed out and Emily sighed

“Fine… long story short JJ and I had something going on for years even while JJ was with Will. I tried to stop it a few times but when things got serious between them I stopped it somewhat I only agreed to be with her a few times feeling it wrong. In Paris she stayed a while with me until I recovered and during that time we talked a lot she told me Will had proposed a few times and she refused him. She told me he isn’t the type she would marry and would never marry him. I asked her about her type and she told me she would rather date me and give me a chance… she even promised we can date when Doyle was captured we can start dating.” Emily told them sounding sad looking down

Both men looked at Emily worried but confused. They both looked at each other and thought the same thing. If JJ was willing to be with Emily what happened? They both looked back at JJ and Will dancing and back at Emily.

“What happened? That could be you there not him. Nothing against Will but between us three I rather see you and her there.” Morgan told Emily

“I second that.” Reid stated smiling brightly

Emily smiled weakly at them, “She changed her mind a few weeks ago during the Oregon worshiping ritual case I told her and asked rather what we were. Anyways she told me she can’t leave Will and cant hurt him… well more like tell me she cannot bear to hurt him. She also said she isn’t ready for that commitment or the consequences that came with it whatever that means….” Emily shrugged. Reid gave Emily a sad look out of all the reasons that was the last thing he was expecting and all Morgan did was shake his head frowning, also surprised and baffled.

“So she didn’t love you back? She could have fooled us don’t think we didn’t know about you two but none of us said anything because it wasn’t our business and you never got in the way of work.” Morgan pointed out

“That’s not important anymore… She is married now I have to get over her that’s why I have to get away… Guys are alright, it was nothing but a fling between friends. Friends with benefits but I put an end to it completely weeks ago.” Emily told them shaking her head

“Wait! Leave what do you mean leave.” Reid squeaked surprised

“Sorry Reid but I’m leaving for London. I was offered a position to be director of Interpol and I took it… I wasn’t going to but I have to get away…. I….is not the same after Doyle I would have stuck around but after what happened a few weeks ago and now this I really need to leave I already gave up my apartment and packed but I wasn’t going to leave without at least saying goodbye to you Reid I was actually going to go tell you before I leave in a twenty minutes.” Emily promised

Reid looked at her sad and put out but nodded, “I understand Emily, I would want to get away for a while too if I was in your shoes.”

Emily hugged them promising to keep in touch; they then pulled her to dance which earned a real laugh for the first time in weeks. After Morgan winked and went to distract everyone alone with Reid while Emily snuck away but not before Hugging Rossi and whispering her goodbye to him. He was saddened but nodded understanding and she took advantage and walked away looking back one last time. The team was all dancing and partying Morgan and Reid doing a really good job keeping everyone occupied and distracted so none of them even noticed she was gone. JJ was holding Will tightly smiling brightly which made Emily frown saddened the ache coming back full force making her eyes water.

“Bye JJ. Despite how things turned out I’ll always love you.” Emily whispered one last time to herself staring longingly at JJ’s direction before walking to her car and driving off to the airport.

An hour later Emily sat at the airplane drained but she could never sleep in an airplane the days events catching up to her but she knew there was no turning back and she had to get away from it all. She wondered how it was that Doyle single handedly took everything from her yet it was JJ’s wedding that became the last straw. A lone tear fell from her eyes, feeling the plane taking off.

Is for the best Emily. You have to forget her, she chose Will. Emily thought over and over again trying to remind herself.

“Forgetting someone as special as JJ is the hard part.” Emily sighed softly looking out the night sky watching the lights of the city fade into the distance.

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After the Wedding Reception

JJ looked around once she and the team finished cleaning up Rossi’s yard after cleaning they hung out for a while but JJ spent it thinking about Emily wondering where she was. JJ and Will an hour after it was all over drove home with Will originally they where suppose to go to a hotel to essentially have sex a couple but JJ wasn’t up telling Will another time but her mother had overheared and had none of it forcing her too thrilled to have her daughter finally marry what she described as an exemplary man who she always dreamed her daughter to marrying and JJ felt a wave of guilt thinking of Emily suddenly wondering if the wedding was a good idea when she knew who she truly loved was Emily.

She hasn’t seen Emily since they shared that look which hasn’t left her mind all night. She had a really bad feeling about it and she really wanted to talk to Emily and maybe straighten things she didn’t want to lose her best friend but something Reid said struck out just now that she couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. He had told her privately how sometimes during life and death situations is not wise to make major deciduous because you have the tendency of regretting them later on, that is why experts always say to wat twenty-four to forty-eight hours once the adrenaline is gone before making any decision and is worse if someone you care about nearly dies. What had unnerved JJ was the way Reid looked at her square in her eyes as they danced and said what he said to her made her heart drop but before she could ask they stopped dancing and went back to where Morgan and Garcia where and Rossi took over to dance with her.

“JJ I understand you almost lost the father of your son and want him around for Henry and to give him a family having him grow up with both parents close but why the sudden chance specially when you rejected the proposal so many times. Jayje as your friend and the godfather of your son know that experts say that you shouldn’t make big decisions like this as soon as you face extreme traumatic events or life and death situations you tend to regret them later.” Reid stated while spinning her gently

JJ looked confused at him, “What are you saying Spencer that I made a mistake marrying the father of my child who I love?” JJ looked baffled at him

Spencer shook his head at JJ, “There’s a difference between Loving someone and being in love with someone JJ for example I love you but as a sister I’m not in love with you romantically. They’re many different kinds of love JJ siblings, paternal, and you can love someone enough to procreate but not truly love them deeply in love with them.” Spencer spun them both gracefully while spinning JJ and catching her meeting JJ’s wide surprised eyes with his own knowing ones which JJ found unnerving.

JJ furrowed her eyebrows confused, “What’s w…”

Spencer interrupted her, his tone gently and kind, “I know more than I let on and all I can say is is stability, comfort, the obvious choice and family expectations really worth losing the person you’re truly in love with because trust me by the time you figure it out it’ll be to late. You said your I do’s to the obvious choice who had already giving up asking content with not marrying and trust me even Will had noticed. Think about it JJ and congratulations on the wedding regardless of your choice is your wedding and we are happy for you.” Reid stopped there dancing and winked walking away

“Wait Spencer.” JJ called out

“Yes?” Spencer quirked an eyebrow

“What do you mean and when did you learn to dance so well?” JJ’s voice was soft

“Just giving my best friend advice and Richard taught me.” Spencer gave JJ a wide grin and a knowing wink before walking away

That last part didn’t click to JJ right away until now the tone of pure fondness Spencer used when he said the name and when it clicked her eyes widen in realization that this Richard guy might be someone Spencer was dating but JJ didn’t knew Spencer way gay since she seen him show interest in girls too so that meant he was bisexual but that last part wasn’t what was in her head it was the entire conversation and when she looked around for Emily she couldn’t find her but before she could even go looking for her. Her mother and Garcia had shoved her in a car with Will sending her off.

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The Next Day

JJ snuck out of the hotel dressed in casual and ran off. The entire night her mind was on Emily but unfortunately she had to focus for an hour on Will. Usually she can get off fine with him but last night she found herself faking it for her husband's sake. Thankfully he was no profiler and JJ was a pretty good actress and he didn’t tell a difference. She felt guilty for doing that on her honeymoon night but she did say she wasn’t up for it but not wanting to ruin it for him.

JJ got in her car thinking about Emily, she had asked last night about her but no one had seen her so she had called Emily’s phone but it was off. Today JJ called a few more times but it was off again and became even more worried JJ left a note to Will letting him know she’ll be back.

JJ drove as quickly as she could to Emily’s apartment. She wondered why Emily would walk out in the middle of her wedding like that, it wasn’t like Emily and she wondered why. JJ knew she was a coward and chose the easy way out and regretted it. Reid’s words sunk in and she realized he knew about JJ’s relationship with Emily so that means he knew something more and he was expecting her to choose Emily.

JJ ran out of her car and inside JJ’s apartment building and up the stairs JJ stopped at Emily’s apartment door and knocked frantically but no one answered. Now that JJ thought about it Morgan gave her the same look and felt dread that they knew that she didn’t.

“EMILY.” JJ shouted, knocking violently at the door feeling more dread.

JJ wiggled the doorknob to find that it turned. Unlocked? JJ thought confused and barged in knowing it wasn’t like Emily to leave her door unlocked. JJ didn’t even think of the potential danger she rushed in the apartment calling out to Emily. JJ ran in the dark apartment looking everywhere.

“EMILY.” JJ called looking from room to room finding no one except an empty apartment it looked as it was abandoned. As if Emily never lived there. JJ’s eyes widened and suddenly felt a wave of nausea at the thought. She felt the air getting knocked out of her lungs.

“No.” JJ gasped and ran into Emily’s closet yanking the door open finding it empty. “Noooooo.” was all that left JJ’s lips sounded like a broken whimper

JJ searched all of Emily’s apartment to find Emily’s belongings gone; nothing was left; it was as if she never even lived there. A broken sob escaped JJs lips at the realization and it all made sense. The phone calls and Emily brushing off the question when Reid asked, Emily being distant towards her, the smile yet JJ knew it was faked the heartbreak that flashed in Emily’s eyes at the reception party when she was dancing with Will and again at the ceremony. Everything hit JJ and she crumbled broken sobs escaping her lips followed by heavy regrets and realization now Reid’s words made sense. JJ fell on Emily’s bed curling herself into a ball crying inconsolably.

“Emily…….I should have chosen you…..now it is too late.” JJ sobbed crying her body shaking with every sob, “I love you Em please come back. What have I done...I choose you Em….” JJ sobbed

She chose Will because she knew she did but her heart was with Emily and JJ knew she was the reason Emily left and she didn’t know when she’ll come back or if she’ll come back. JJ knew she had made a mistake.

JJ laid there for what seemed like hours crying thinking about the what if and how happy she was with Emily and more importantly how she blew it due to her fears. JJ’s phone ran suddenly startling. JJ’s struggled to stop crying, taking deep breaths after a bit handling her emotions. She picked it up hoping it was Emily but her heart sank when it was Will who was calling. She answered and sighed telling him she’ll be right there hanging up. A fresh wave of tears fell curling herself into a ball again ignoring her now husband in favor of laying there crying over the loss and heartbreak she felt at the realization that the woman she loved was gone.

“You didn’t even say goodbye.” JJ whimpered sobbing. JJ grabbed on to the covers sobbing uncontrollably over having lost her best friend and the woman she truly loved. The once warm lively apartment now felt cold and empty the sounds of JJ's sobbing echoing on the eerily silent apartment a constant reminder that Emily is truly gone and JJ now realizing the mistake she made and not able to take back.

#Criminal Minds #CM #Emily Prentiss #Jennifer Jareau #spencer reid #Derek Morgan #Penelope Garcia #aaron hotchner #david rossi #jemily #jemily angst #jj #JJxEmily #jj and emily #jennifer jereau/emily prentiss #Jennifer Jereau x Emily Prentiss #I'm so sorry in advance for the Angst #angst

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Ramble away, cause I feel the twisted head rot, I kinda wanna see what you think about our bois. ~ a pocket sized dragon hops in excitement.

A POCKET SIZED DWAGOOOOOONNNN 😭💞💞💞 That’s so BLESSED, and tysm omg, I’m very glad to just spill out my barking on every boy, bc yEAH THE BRAIN ROT SKDHAKDB

THE BRAIN ROT IS SO REAL LOL

Everything I breathe ends up relating to TWST in some way, like at this point just let me take my friends, cousins, and pets, and of course Lulu and Seb, and I will have 1. A Gottdamned Harem, 2. So Many Children, and 3. NEVER WANT TO LEAVE. Kwfhskdhjwek

Ok this is gonna be long bc I gotta cover all my boys, so rip lol.

Dorm Leads:

Riddle

GOD, my Fucking Baby, my CHILD, my SWEET BABY BOY, I’M 👁💧👄💧👁

I would die for him, beetch, he is PRECIOUS ♥️

He reminds me of how I feel Ciel would behave if S/O took the place as Sebastian’s contracee, too, so like 🥺 Lots of feels 😭

Is Son, I have adopted him now. If you mistreat him, don’t ever speak to me or my son ever again. I’ll FIGHT his MOM, don’t TEST me. I’m his new mom now. His BIRD mom. So proud of him, he’s like...one of the few that’s actually shown growth in canon after his overblot kshdkadjs

Leona

👁💧👄💧👁

.....I am a Mere Simp....

Ya’ll.... I swearh to ghOD I simped hard for Scar back when I was a wee thing, I did NOT expect to simp for him AGAIN LATER IN LIFE, what the FUCK aidhskdhskdj

Like shit bitch, damn, you may not be king of Afterglow honey, but you can be king of my heart if you wAnt to bb....

Leona: *smiles once, even if it’s smugly*

Me: *WEEPING* Look at hiiiiiiim!! My sunshine booooooy! 😭

Does this make me a furry

Probably

I am too Simp to Care Anymore

I HESITATED TO GET ATTACHED BC THIS BOY LOOKS LIKE A FUCKIN WOMANIZER IF I EVER SAW ONE, BUT HE DRINKS HIS RESPECT WOMEN JUICE EVERY SINGLE MORNING AND I WAS A GONNER SNDJAJDHSJ

FUCK

Call me a Herbivore again, bully me //SLAPPED

Azul

He secretly a lil shit sometimes, but tha’s ok, it’s mostly in a silly way, especially post overblot~ UvU

The sweetest bby everytime I read fanposts on him, like god, ah 💜💜💜 WHOMST COULD BULLY SUCH A CUTE CHUBBY OCTOBABY I’LL FIGHT ALL OF EM!! A sweetheart 10/10 would be his friend 💗 Not making contracts with him tho, lol

...ok maybe SOME after his overblot, but they’re able to be easily reversed now, so it’s way more chill andhsjdj

Kalim

FUCK!!!! F U C K!!!! BABYYYYYYY!!!! BABY!!!! I HAVE ADOPTED HIM IF YOU TOUCH HIM YOU D I E

He is literally so sweet, anytime anyone was like “you’re so nice it’s annoying” I WAS READY TO COME FLYING IN TO BITCH SLAP THEM LIKE AJDHSKDHSJ (even if I also loved them lol)

Like NO you are WRONG whfksjd

He has also grown so much, and I am proud ♥️🧡

Vil

Jesus Christ, canon Vil is Hurting Meeeeee ajdhskdhsj

My fave fanon Vil is the one that recognizes all different types of beauty, though~ uvu and is v encouraging to anyone that may be struggling with self hatred 💜

Canon: Vil is pretty~.

Me: Wow, wtf???? He IS so pretty... How rude I didn’t think you were serious! Wow him??? Pretty??? Wow??? Wow...

Idia

I’m not sure yet, as I haven’t seen him very often, but of the few times that I have: BIG same, huge mood, and Me FUCKING Too, goddamn akdhakdj

Idia is my Anxiety and Anime Nerd personified tbh lol

What Ortho is to him are what all my comfort characters are to me, honestly.

Like what would you like bby, you want that singing voice?? Ok here comes a synthesizer just special for you~. Ily, mwah~ u3u 💕

Malleus

HEAVY BREATHING

Ok maybe it’s just the lack of story/info out on him yet, but I don’t currently simp as hard for him compared to Leona, I’ll admit jajdkajd

BUT BOY HOWDEY DO I EVER STILL S I M P...

He Is Baby... And I Lob Him....

I am going to smooch those horns and forehead crown of beautiful scales 🖤🖤🖤 I am going to do it!!!! Here I go!!!

HE CAN HAVE ALL THE ICE CREAM AND TAMAGATCHI DATES HE WANTS I’M- 😭

This man is too precious for words, and I have so much childhood nostelgia to ‘enchanted’ woods, and being in the mountains, so he has Old Fae Friend vibes to me~🖤

DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON F-

Ngl I ship him and Leona a lil bit lol

No, not just bc that makes a poly with my two faves easier, but that is a bonus factor jadhajdj

Vice Dorm Heads:

Trey

Oh my god, the Daddy to my Mommy with all these newly adopted lil kids of ours, ya know??? What a wholesome sweetie and funny lil shit jahdksdh~

I love him, I would gladly make tarts with, AND for him 💚💚💚

The kind of boi who I’d ship HARD with anyone he started dating bc My God it would warm my heart So Much 💞💞

Ruggie (unofficial but may as well be at this point lol)

He took a while to grow on me kadhskdhsj

But I think he’d be a sweet, if a trouble-maker of a friend to have~.

Dank you for taking care of my sweet lion bby, honey, I’m sure Farrena is a sweetheart, but boi I hope he gets his shit together to fix up where Ruggie lives 😭

I think if I met his granny, I’d CRY jadhajsh 💗💗

Leech Twins (?)

Idk if they’re vice leaders, but who cares lol

THESE are the older Big Brothers in every sense of the word. (My canon ages most everyone up just a bit, save for Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Jamil, Cheka, and anyone already 20+)

The ANNOYING older big brothers, lol.

The ones that hug you to death (Floyd), or use you for an arm rest (Jade), and specifically Do the thing you asked/told them NOT to Do.

This is fine with me tho, I’m an only child, please give me the experience of annoying older brothers lol 💙💚

Jamil

I used to hate you bby, I’m so sorry akdhskdhs

I’ve adopted him now, and I’m v proud he’s trying, but making clear what his boundaries are, and trying to come out of a shell he was made to be in for so long 😭

AND HIS DANCING IS SICK LIKE HONESTLY I’M SUCH A PROUD MOM 💗💗💗

Rook

God. FUCKING Rook, lol.

IDK IF I SHOULD TRUST YOU, but I also kinda wanna be your friend akdhakdjs

HE CONCERNS ME but he also seems nice and v sweet sometimes, lmao

Blz don’t stalk me tho 😬

STOP SHOOTING YOUR ARROWS AROUND SCHOOL YOU BLOODY HEATHEN FRENCH PRISS, YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

Also, if he DARES hunt cute animals around me, especially BIRDS, I am going to GRIP him jahdkahdsk

He’s like if Lord Druitt was a Little More Nice and a Little Bit Less Creepy ajdhak

Lilia:

GOD.

I LOVE THIS FUCKING GRANDPA.

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS FUCKING. GRANDPA.

I absolutely hc him as nonbinary w/masc pronouns, I absoLUTELY do.

I adore him, I love him, I haven’t gotten a squish (hardcore desire to be someone’s friend, lol) this hard for a character since AngelDust, I-

Pwease be nonbinary friends with me, Lilia 🥺

THE ONLY PERSON HERE SHORTER THAN ME, BUT I’LL TAKE IT AJDHAKDHJS

Anyone know Corpse and how he plays Among Us? That’s how I see Lilia playing his video games with friends and I JUST I JUST I J U S T

The Spencer to your Carly.

He and Crowley are free to compete as Dad with me too like honestly kshdkadjjs

He’ll always be granpa tho uvu 💚💖🖤

Extras:

Ace

God, the Fucking Annoying Middle Brother that pranks you ALL THE DAMN TIME, but I love him andhakdhsk

Deuce

THE BROTHER THAT WILL BEAT UP YOUR BULLIES 💙💙💙 SWEET BABY BOY

The Josh to Ace’s Drake. The Cody to Ace’s Zack. The Freddie to your Carly and Ace’s Sam.

If he and Ace started dating, tho, I would CRY.

But regardless who they end up dating, it’ll be slow burn friends to lovers, and literally the most adorable shit to watch EVER 💞💞💞😭

Cater

Seems Like A Womanizer But Actually Drinks His Reapect Women Juice And We Stan That 🧡

Can always count on him to help tou get the best Magicram shots, bless you Cater 🧡🧡

Also rly wanna be his friend, ngl 😭 Even IF he pranks me a lot kadhakdhsj

Jack:

H E AV Y BR EA T H IN G

Ngl my feelings for him are in the air IDK IF I WANNA SMOOCH OR NOT YET I JUST KNOW I LOB HIM HE GOODEST BESTEST BOY 💛💛💛😭

If all three Savannaclaw bois got in a cuddle pile with me, I would Not Be Mad

How can I give this boy love, tell me and I will Do It

Gift him all the cacti’s he WANTS💛

God he drinks that respecc women juice bright and early on his run every morning, you KNOW he does 💛💛💛

I wawnt to pet his ears an tail an fwuffy wolf form 😭

I WAWNT TO SEE THE BOY SMILE AND BE HAPPY 💞💞💞

Sebek

CHILL CHILL CHILL CHILL CH-

He is a v devoted guard tho, we love to see it UvU

I don’t have more info on him hekdhskdj but his fanmade content seems v v sweet~ 💚

Silver

HE ATTRACTS BIRDS AND I CRY ABOUT IT PLEASE BE MY FRIEND AND TEACH ME HOW 🥺🥺🥺

Him being raised by Lilia and Malleus literally gives me so much Fucking Seratonin....... God 💞💕��💗💞💞💗💗💕💞

Ortho

IS BABY????? IS BABY!!!!!! I’M LOVE HIM I’M ADOPTING HIM IS BABYYYYYYY 💙💙💙💙💙

Cheka:

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

He is so FUCKING CUTE what the FUCK!

Leonaaaaaaa... 🥺 Your NEPHEWWWWW 😭

I might steal him from Farrena tbh, lIKE MY CHILD NOW~ 🧡🧡

I just sob and hug him every time I see him honestly 😭

Teachers:

Dire Crowley

Ohhhhhh god oh god oh god

Be my dad. Please. Be my dad. PLEASE be my dad. Ya’ll think I’m joking, I’m not. Please adopt me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

This man as a father gives me so much dopamine and oxytocin and seratonin??? I have been weeping for WEEKS, please adopt me, Sir

Fathers with zero braincells being wrapped around a daughter’s little finger makes me so weak, and I am just here with Daddy Issues like ajdhakdhsj BLEASE ADOPT ME MISTER BIRD MAN

Crewel

Ew.

Forgive me, I haven’t seen much content with him in it/that could be considered wholesome, bUT JADHWKDJSJ

UncoMFORTABLE

Please keep the kink talk out of the classroom, S I R

Call me puppy one more time, see what happens, I’m not scared to fight a teacher akdhakdhsj

Trein

The Dad Figure that tries to be the stern part to Crowley’s blumbering kahdkqrhsjdj

Don’t feel as much attachment to him emotionally, but I like him~

Just let me pet your cat sometimes and give you holiday presents, and we’re cool~ ♥️

Vargas

Found the womanizer //SMACKED

And of course, I can’t forget Grim~!

He’s grown on me, and if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in the room, and then myself 😭

I will pet and snuggle and hold him all he wants and feed him all the tuna his heart desires uvu 💙

#THIS TOOK A LONG TIME FORGIVE ME JADHSKDHSKDH #MY PHONE WAS LAGGING IN TYPING AFTER A WHILE I WAS LIKE KEEP GOIN BESSY ANDHSJJD #twisted wonderland #twst dorm leaders #twst vice dorm leaders #dire crowley #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #asks #answered #THANK YOU FOR GIVIN ME MORE OF AN EXCUSE JSADBJASDN #<3 <3

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spencers-dria · 4 years ago

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Entranced by Her Touch

Someone To Stay Ch. 16

Spencer x fem reader

Spencer POV:

"What is all this?" She turns to me, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

"Well I know how much music means to you, and I've never had the pleasure of hearing you play."

I see the color drain quickly from her face. "Spencer I...I can't! It's been years! It wound sound..."

"Beautiful. I know anything you play would be beautiful. You'd be surprised how long muscle memory sticks around. You know, muscle memory allows us to do things like swimming or riding a bike without stopping to think or analyze each movement. The longer you played the more likely it will have stuck with you."

"Eight years" she whispers, running her fingers across the top of the keys, lightly enough to not make a sound.

"Eight years that's...wow umm...yeah I think it would be a fair assumption that you probably remember more than you realize, especially pieces you played the most, or that meant the most to you."

I realize the position I have put her in. I don't know why I didn't consider the possibility that she may be too shy to play in front of me. I guess I was just so used to seeing her be completely herself around me.

"Y-you know you r-really don't have to. I'm sorry if I made you feel pressured. If you want we can just..." I feel my confidence fade as I pull at my fingers. I keep my eyes glued to the floor, afraid to face the reality of rejection if I dare to look up. That's before I feel a soft touch on my arm. I look up to see her soft smile and the twinkle that has returned to her eyes. That's all it takes to break down any insecurities building up like walls within me.

"Spencer, I would love to." She gives my arm a reassuring squeeze. "Just give me a minute to do some boring. cheesy scales and stuff. It's been so long. I don't think I can jump in without some kind of warm up."

I turn on my heels and begin to walk off the stage, headed to my seat. I glance over my shoulder to see her propping up the lid and sitting to adjust her dress on the bench. She makes sure to get acquainted with the pedals in her heels. I smile at how happy she looks, how comfortable to be at a piano once again. It doesn't take a profiler to see how much it meant to her. I know I've made the right choice for tonight.

I settle in a seat as she finishes warming up. I can tell she's nervous as she lets out a few deep breaths, vigorously shaking her hands to try to rid them of any tremors that threaten to intrude on her performance. She takes in one last deep breath as she glances over towards me. I give her a smile and thumbs up. She laughs in response, seemingly less nervous. I'm glad I could help her in some capacity, if even for a moment.

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As she places her hands down, she begins to play a soft, lullaby like melody. I see the tension begin to fade away as the song picks up and she gains more confidence. It took me a moment to recognize the song, only because I had been so focused on her. It's a beautiful theme from the Deathly Hallows. How perfectly fitting, seeing as our movie nights brought us so close together.

After a minute or so, her demeanor changes along with the music. It's deeper, darker. Her face becomes more serious as I watch her pour all of herself into the music. I start to feel something, assuming it comes from the bass-like boom of the grand piano as it stretches to fill every crevice of the elaborate theater. My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes start to water. I rub at them, confused by my reaction. I'm sure there's all kinds of dust that's been stirred up.

I continue to watch her, completely mesmerized the way such dainty hands can play with such strength, such emotion. A memory quickly flashes through my mind.

"Music is so much more than just notes, Spencer. It can make you feels things you've never felt, understand your own emotions, or express them."

I had simply taken the comment as something that described her, and how she felt. For the first time I really feel the music resonate with me on an emotional level. I feel wonder and sorrow and enchantment all at once. Is this what she experiences on a regular basis? Is this why she's always listening to music, or talking about it? It's incredible to see the passion she has overflowing so effortlessly into the music.

I had planned this part of the date in an attempt to see her happy, but also to try to understand her in a new way. I never expected to learn or feel this much. She's so much more complex than I could ever fully understand, but I want to try to learn as much about her as I can.

The song quickly changes to another melody I recognize from the movies. I can practically hear the emotion in ever chord. How does she do that?

Before I know it, I'm standing on the stage behind her, unsure of how I got there. She doesn't seem to notice. She is pouring every ounce of herself into the keys.

I take a few steps closer just to be able to observe her hands. As the song slows, I notice her eyes are closed. She's not even looking at the keys anymore as she continues to the end.

She takes a deep breath in and opens her eyes. She looks out to meet my eyes but is met with a seemingly empty room. Anxiety and fear that I have left fill her eyes before I step closer, sliding onto the bench.

"Oh! You scared me for a second" she laughs. "Well, there ya go. I don't know it as well as I used to and there were definitely plenty of mistakes." Her confidence from only a minute ago starts to leak out with every self-criticism.

"Y/N stop." I reach up to turn her face toward me so that she has to look me in the eyes. I want her to see the truth and sincerity in them.

"That was...beautiful." I run my thumb over her cheek, enjoying the softness of her skin, the way she leans into my touch. "You're beautiful." I feel butterflies erupt into a flutter in my stomach at my sudden confession.

Her eyes dart down for only a moment before I see her nerves return. I decide to take a leap of faith as I slide my hand to the back of her neck, locking my fingers in her soft waves. I wait for just a moment, to read her response.

She leans in, resting her forehead against mine, not breaking eye contact. She looks into my eyes like they have the answers to the universe. She leans in just a bit more, nuzzling her nose against mine as her eyes flutter shut. She lets out a breathy giggle and I can't help but smile, laughing with her. There is something unbelievably beautiful about this moment, the racing of our hearts, the shared breath, the softness of her touch. I want to do more than just commit it to memory, like anything else in my life. I want to savor it, the sound of her laugh, the smell of her perfume, the feeling she gives me.

Unable to hold back any longer, I pull her in, kissing her gently, careful not to push her any further than she's comfortable with. She seems to have ideas of her own, placing her hands on the back of my head to pull my much deeper into the kiss. I lose all track of time and my surroundings, completely entranced by her touch.

She finally pulls back, looking at me as though I'm her favorite person in the world. "I hope this isn't a bad time to tell you... I'm crazy about you" she finally says, holding back a smirk.

I burst out in laughter. "Goofball" I jest, pulling her in for another quick kiss. "I almost forgot, I uhh...well I have something I learned for tonight."

"Spencer Reid, you learned a piece just for me?" she stands up to give me space to play.

"You don't have to go, if you don't want to." I try to hide the completely pathetic look I know is on my face. But I didn't want her to leave my side. Being with her is the comfort I need to get through this without my extra nerves.

She can see the neediness in my eyes. Based on the smile on her face as she sits back down, wrapping her arm around my waist, and I don't think she minds.

As my hands start to play the notes I had spent a few weeks learning, I look over to see her eyes light up at the sound of Where Is My Mind. I can't help but smile, proud of my success in bringing her joy.

The song is simple, not nearly as complex as what she had just performed for me, but that wasn't the point. Based on the look on her face, I can tell she remembers and that it means something to her too.

When I finally finish, I look over to see her wiping her eyes. "You remembered" she says quietly through a few sniffles.

"Of course I remembered." I turn my body on the bench to face her properly.

"Y/N, I asked you here tonight because I think it's time I showed you just how much you mean to me. This isn't new. This isn't sudden. I'm nothing if not extremely analytical and thorough."

She lets out a small laugh through tears now trickling down her face. I would be worried if it wasn't for the pure smile of joy she is unable to hold back.

"So believe me when I say I have thought about this for a long time. Pretty much since that very day." I know I don't have to elaborate; she already knows exactly when I am talking about.

"Y/N I love spending time with you and getting to know more about you each day, but I would be kidding myself if I pretended that I only wanted friendship with you any longer. I hope I'm not being too forward, and I apologize for setting this all up and asking you without any warning. I know I probably put you on the spot to join me on this date but..."

My spiral into self-doubt is cut short by the feeling of her lips on mine. I feel myself melting into her once again, worried I may never want to come back for air.

She eventually pulls back opening her mouth to respond to what I feel was quite an embarrassing display of my emotions.

"Spencer, I have been trying to figure out my feelings for you for so long. I had just been working up the courage to say something to you, but it seems you had plans of your own. This is more than I could ever..."

Tears fill her eyes once more, spilling over as she starts to turn her head away.

I scoot in to wrap her in my embrace. "Hey, hey its ok, shhhh." I rub my hand across her back, hoping to sooth her. After a few deep breaths she finds her words once again.

"This is more than I could ever ask for, ever dream of. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. No man has ever...cared this much about something I love. In so many past relationships I felt as though they were merely tolerating my quirks, including all the things I am so overtly passionate about. Tolerating me until they just...left. All I've ever wanted was someone to appreciate how passionate I can be and won't let it scare them away. Someone to stay."

I feel my heartache knowing that she has felt this way for so long. I lift her chin as I lean in to give her one gentle kiss before pulling away to whisper, "I'm not going anywhere."

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Also sorry for how gushy this is but it won't always be that way so enjoy it while it lasts 🙊

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cutiepisenpai · 5 years ago

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Dear Stranger Series Ch. 7: Scavenger Hunt(Spencer Reid x Female OC)

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Warnings: Depictions of violence by unsub, sexually suggestive behavior, fluff

A/N: This was my favorite chapter to write because this is where this story originally started for me and I hope you all enjoy it.

Spencer had been having trouble sleeping the past few days. He had big plans to make but wasn’t sure where to start. So here he was at three am trying to make coffee quietly, not waking Melinda. A ring is the first place he should start because he hasn’t even been to a store to start looking at rings. For that he’ll need to wait for a day off that will hopefully not be interrupted by a case. And even with a day off he needs to find a way to get out of the house without having Melinda question it. Maybe he could have Emily, JJ, or Penelope help him. No, that would never work, none of them can keep a secret. He’ll just have to figure it out himself. He spends the early hours of the morning pondering what to do next. Not noticing the time he has spent formulating his plan until Melinda walks into the kitchen. “How long have you been up?” She asks groggily. “Uh.. just a few hours couldn’t sleep.” He says as he wraps her in a hug. “You know you could wake me up. I'm great late night company and you might have a better chance at going back to sleep.” She responds nuzzling into his chest. “It’s alright if I wake you up then we would both be exhausted at work.” They begin going about their usual morning routine making more coffee and a light breakfast before showering, getting dressed and heading out.

Arriving at the office they don’t have much down time before they are whisked away on a case. Not even having gone into the briefing, they would be briefed on the plane. There had been multiple male bodies found in some remote woods in Washington. During the discussion on the plane Spencer’s mind drifts off back to the plan he is currently putting together maybe if they can get through the case quickly he would have time when they got back. Or if there is any free time he can try going to a jewelry store in Washington but then someone on the team could notice and … "Reid?...Reid?!" Hotch is calling out to him. "Yea sorry about that." "Is everything alright?" Hotch asks, seeming concerned. "Yeah did you know getting lost in thought or "zoning out" is actually quite common. The regions of the brain that become active during mind wandering belong to two important networks…. Researchers say a wandering mind may be important to setting goals, making discoveries and living a balanced life..." Spencer is rambling on. "Ok Reid, I just wanted to make sure everything was ok." Hotch says. Everyone is given their buddy assignments for when they land. Hotch, JJ, and Melinda are going to the police station, Rossi and Emily to the disposal site, and Reid and Morgan to the morgue. "So what was that all about earlier?" Morgan asks on the drive to the morgue. "What do you mean?" "I mean you totally just checked out on the plane. Are you sure everything is fine?" "I really wish people would stop asking that. I said I was fine." Spencer says in a huff. Morgan figures it's best to just leave him alone for now. When they get to the morgue the five victims that have been found so far all show the same pattern multiple stab wounds pre and post mortem but the cause of death for all was cyanide poisoning.

The team determined that this unsub was a "black widow" killer that had been killing one victim a year over the course of at least ten years based on the other bodies that were found.They were now trying to find a connection between the victims to find the unsub.

Four days later they had finally caught the unsub. She was a thrill seeking psychopath luring men in with her looks and then trapping and torturing them for a year before repeating the process. The team was happy to be done, the case dragging on and taking its toll on them all. On the flight home almost everyone is asleep except Spencer. In the minuscule amount of spare time they had with this case he finalized his plans and would set everything up as soon as they arrived home. Finally arriving back at the apartment everyone agreeing the paperwork could wait, Spencer waited for Melinda to fall asleep before getting up and getting everything ready.

The next morning when Melinda wakes up Spencer isn't in the bed again. She really needs to get him to talk to her about what's bothering him so he can get some rest. She gets up and heads to the kitchen where she had been finding him every morning. But this morning he isn't there. She can smell the coffee which means he was here, on the counter is her favorite mug with a sticky note attached. "Running errands will be back later. I think we should have a date night." - S. He is rather strange at times but it's just added to the list of the reasons she loves him. She pours herself a cup of coffee. Since she has her own errands that need to be done she might as well get it out of the way while Spencer's gone. She needs to pick up last week's dry cleaning, drop off this week's dry cleaning, stop by the pharmacy and go grocery shopping. After showering and gathering up everything she will need she is out the apartment door locked behind her.

Spencer was thankful to know his girlfriend so well that he could figure out her course of action if he was gone. Once she leaves the apartment he goes back in to set up his surprise.

Arriving back at the apartment in the late afternoon Melinda is surprised Spencer isn't back yet. There is another post-it on the door "You must go on adventures to find out where you truly belong." - Sue Fitzmaurice She had no idea what he was up to but it seemed like it would be fun. Under that post it lay another "Some take me in the morning, others in the evening, but one thing you should know, that when I'm "taken" I don't go anywhere." And now there are riddles, she likes riddles and he knows that, even if this one is simple she'll play along. After putting the groceries away, she goes to the shower since that is where the next clue will be. On the bathroom mirror sits another note "When I put on my clothes it takes off its clothes. What is it?" She laughs walking into the closet, a hanger, but what exactly is she looking for? Behind the closet door that leads to the bedroom is a garment bag hanging. Now that wasn't there earlier and on the floor lies a shoe box. She unzips the bag to reveal a beautiful dress, one she hadn't seen before and she assumes the shoes in the box are a match. This game he has set up is becoming more fun by the minute. She takes a shower, puts up her hair, and applies light makeup before slipping into the dress and sliding the shoes on. At the bottom of the shoe box is the next clue "Some visitors pause here and strangers announce their reason. Things that decorate me can indicate a season." Heading to the front door thinking he had to at the door. But she is wrong, he isn't there but had to have been recently, sitting at the foot of the door is a vase of sunflowers that were not there when she arrived home. "A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company, some like me cold, some prefer mild, some like me bold." Melinda heads into the kitchen checking around the coffee pot but there are no other notes, maybe a mug she thinks going through the cabinet. Okay so it's not in the house she grabs her purse heading to the coffee shop they frequent down the street. She isn't really sure what she should be looking for and they are never here this time of day so she doesn't recognize any of the workers. Maybe if she orders something they will give her the next clue. "Melinda!" She hears someone shout "Small coffee for Melinda!" She hesitates for a moment before walking over. "Um I'm Melinda but I didn't order this." "Oh I know some really handsome fella came in and paid for it." She says handing the coffee over to her. At this point she is appreciative of the coffee, this was quite some adventure he had her on. The note affixed to the top of the coffee reads, "A pile of words, jackets of hordes, take a quick look in a place of books." That one was by far the most obvious clue. She exits heading to the library. As she walks drinking her coffee she thinks of all the times Spencer and her had taken this walk on a morning off, she enjoyed anytime they had together. Arriving at the library she tosses her empty cup before walking in. Once inside she isn't sure where she should be going. Nothing draws her attention, no one is looking around expectedly so she just begins to walk around following the same route her and Spencer always take. She rounds the corner and that's when she sees it, another note. Maybe she should change her routine and not be so predictable. "A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others. - L Frank Baum (The Wonderful Wizard of Oz) she knew exactly where this was leading her. Heading towards the section and finding the only copy of the book she pulls it off the shelf. "If an adventure is what you want, take a look, open a book" inside the book awaits the final note simply reading "turn around". When she turns around, down on one knee ring in hand is Spencer. "Melinda, I love you more than I thought possible, would you join me on the greatest adventure and marry me?" Failing to hold back tears, in barely a whisper "Yes".

The next morning waking up for the first time in two weeks with Spencer by her side. She smiles leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. Her movement makes him stir slightly as he moves closer to cuddle. His face in the crook of her neck he returns the kiss, "Shouldn't you be sleeping." He says in his scratchy morning voice. "You can't really expect me to sleep. I'm so excited I don't know how to contain it." She giggles out. She had been playing with the ring since he placed it on her finger, it felt so surreal. "Well if you're not going to sleep there is something else we could be doing." He says placing more kisses on her neck, moving down to her breast. But just as quick as their activities had begun they halted because the phone was ringing off course. Garcia called them in for a new case. Both groan in frustration sharing a few more kisses before separating to get ready and go into work. Arriving at the office everyone has the same look on their face, the why can't we just have two consecutive days off for once look. Spencer and Melinda were so caught up in the mornings frustrations they forgot about their recent engagement until Rossi came up to congratulate them. "Congratulations on what exactly?" They both ask. Rossi's comment had alerted the team to them immediately. He gestures to the ring on her finger. "Oh yea, thanks." Melinda beams out joy flowing through her. "Almost forgot about that after that phone call this morning." They are met with a sea of congrats. Emily and Penelope are already arguing over who gets to be maid of honor and asking if they already had a date in mind. The BAU family was hectic but it was home and they were excited to see what new adventures await for them

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