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lils-writes-stuff · 5 years ago

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Seattle

spencer reid x reader

Summary: in a spree killer case in seattle, the reader is injured and meets up with an old friend.

warnings: normal criminal minds things, mentions of psychological torture and abuse

A/N: based on season 7 episode 17; also this part satisfies my dream of a grey’s anatomy x criminal minds crossover lol

Y/N sat in Hotch’s office, right leg shaking as she watched the man read over all the notes she had received over the last 4 months. His eyes scan over the words of each note, some being longer than the others.

Finally, he looked up after what felt like an eternity.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked her with a raised brow.

“The letters, or me and her?” Y/N asked back.

“Let’s start at the beginning then,” he said.

Y/N took a breath, “Okay, it started in my freshman year of college. Caroline took me under her wing and I trusted her. She was seven years older than me so she became like a big sister at first, but than she would try to get me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with doing. When I said no to doing these things she would get angry a-and hit me, so I started distancing myself from her.

When I gained new friends, I guess she became jealous and she would come over when they were there and just psychologically torture me and them. Yell at us, use the power of suggestion and hurt them, she’s really good at mind games and manipulating people. She would convince them it wasn’t her that hurt them, but them who told her to do it or that they fell and hurt themselves, and there was nothing I could do to stop her from hurting people I loved. She said if I told anyone she would hurt my family. So I never let myself have friends, she was the only one I talked to, and she would hit me and scream at me until I was nothing but a shell of who I was.” Y/N wiped the tears on her face that she didn’t even realize had fallen. “I’m- I’m sorry-”

“Y/N it’s alright, it’s a time in your life that was very traumatic,” Hotch said, letting her feel comfortable again after she felt embarrassed. “How did you get away?”

“In my junior year, I decided I wanted to stop people who wanted to hurt others, like how Caroline was doing to me, so my senior year I applied for the academy after I graduated. I guess she found out and then she disappeared, but she would send me notes just like this up until my 25th birthday.”

“That’s when she went to prison for assault,” Hotch said as he looked over the timeline Penelope had pieced together.

“Yeah,” Y/N said.

“What does the bird mean?” Hotch asked.

“I don’t know, she’s always liked it, I guess it’s her signature,” Y/N answered.

“Who all knows about her?”

“My mom, my best friend who lives in Seattle, Spencer, and Penelope,” Y/N said. “And of course you, now.”

“Alright, I don’t know what all I can do to help, but thank you for telling me Y/N,” Hotch said with a small smile which made Y/N feel better.

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N said and stood up to exit the room, wiping under her eyes to clear the mascara before she faced the music of those in the bullpen.

She walked down the four steps from Hotch’s office and reached the floor of the bullpen. Spencer looked up from his desk to see Y/N, his heart aching seeing the same tear-stained face from when she told him a couple of days before.

Spencer completely understood fully why she didn’t tell him about this. She didn’t know about his problem with Dilaudid until one night they were together on the plane a little while after she joined the team. The rest of the team was asleep but the two insomniacs were wide awake, talking quietly and getting to know each other better. That’s the night Y/N developed feelings for the boy wonder.

“Alright, what’s one of the hardest cases you worked?” Y/N asked in a whisper as she looked over at Spencer in his chair.

“Uh, for me personally, or just a genuinely hard case?”

“Both.”

“Well, I guess they go hand-in-hand,” Spencer began. “We-we were working these home invasion cases in Georgia, and we thought that the unsubs were more than one you know? Anyway, JJ and I went to one of the suspect’s home and I was kidnapped-”

“Spencer you don’t have to-” Y/N tried to tell him he didn’t have to tell her this, seeing that it was hard for him.

“No, no, I want to,” Spencer interrupted. He wanted to tell her because he trusted her. He continued to tell the story of how Tybyus Heinkel was all the unsubs in one, having a multiple personality disorder. How he was drugged and tortured for two days, and how he had a drug problem after too.

“Spencer, I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, reaching over and placing her hand on top of his.

“For what? You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Anyways, it’s over now, so what’s your hardest case?” Spencer said reassuring her, trying to turn the topic away from him.

“Well, from the ones I worked with before the BAU…”

“How’d it go?” Spencer asked as Y/N approached his desk.

“As well as it could have gone,” she said with a sad smile. She was glad that she finally told Hotch, knowing this was probably better than just keeping it to herself.

She sat down at her own desk and began to get back to work, but her mind couldn’t focus, the only thing she was able to think about being the last note she got.

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“Okay, Kevin, seriously, I got a meeting I gotta get to,” Derek said to Kevin while he stood outside of the round table room.

Y/N stood with Penelope, both of them watching with curiosity as Derek and Kevin talked. Well, Kevin talked while chasing Derek.

“Derek, please, come on, bro-- this is important,” Kevin pleaded as Derek walked into the room.

“Oh, this should be interesting,” Y/N said as she watched Penelope approach Derek.

“Um, hi, yeah what was that about?” Penelope asked, knowing that Drek and Kevin never just chit-chat together.

“Oh uh, he just wanted to talk,” Derek responded.

“About what?”

“Guy stuff.”

“Me?”

“Garcia,” Hotch said interrupting the two’s conversation. “Let’s get started.”

“Oh- yes, sorry, uh. Two couples were found shot, uh, to death in the Delridge neighborhood of Seattle, Washington,” Penelope said beginning the case. “The first was Mark Daniel and Ben priestly, they were found dead in their living room. The second was John and Heather Miller, they lived 4 miles away, and they were found last night dead in their hallway.”

“Their daughter found them?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, she had snuck out to see her boyfriend, when she got back, they were dead,” Penelope answered.

“Two double homicides must be rare in that area,” Rossi stated.

“What makes it weirder is that there was no sign of robbery or sexual assault,” Penelope said.

“The shooter used a 22,” Derek said looking up from the file.

“Shot them execution-style,” JJ said.

“He’s experienced enough to use a pillow as a silencer, “ Hotch added.

“Don’t wanna wake the neighbors,” Emily said.

“You know,” Spencer began turning to the screen with the crime scene photos on it. “These crimes seem to lack the emotionality that we typically see in personal cause homicides.”

“Most executions are criminal enterprise related,” Y/N said looking at Spencer next to her.

“But the probability of these couples being involved in the exact same illegal activity is kind of low,” Spencer countered.

“There’s no way these were random victims of opportunity,” Derek said looking over at Spencer.

“Garcia, no sign of forced entry?” Hotch asked the woman next to him.

“None that the authorities have found, no,” she responded.

“So it’s a home invasion,” Hotch said plainly.

“Or-” Y/N held her pen up- “the unsub is using a ruse,” she said pointing the pen at Hotch while she spoke.

“Either way, they’re calculating and dispassionate,” Rossi said.

“They have no appreciation to chenille throw pillows,” Penelope said looking at the pillows n the photos.

“Well, the violent and targeted nature of these crimes suggests that there could be more,” Derek said leaning forward on the table.

“Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said dismissing everyone.

Everyone began to walk out of the room, and Y/N walked swiftly to catch up with Derek before he got to his office.

“Morgan,” she whispered loudly as she followed behind him.

“What’s up, Pretty girl?” Derek said turning around to look at Y/N.

“Was Kevin talking to you about him doing something extra special for Penelope? Maybe like a proposal?” Y/N asked with excitement.

Derek raised a brow in surprise, “How did you know that?”

“Well you two have never just ‘talked’, and he was over-explaining things with his hands. It’s also what my best friend’s boyfriend did with me before proposing to her,” Y/N explained.

“He did, but I don’t know if that’s even what Penelope wants,” Derek said, trying to give a reason as to why he avoided Kevin’s question earlier.

“I mean, I get it, you didn’t want to give him false hope, but you and I both know she’s going to try and find out what’s going on now, right?”

Derek laughed nodding, “Yeah, she probably will.”

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“Alright, let’s go over victimology,” Hotch said, bringing the attention to him. “Each of the victims is a professional.”

“The domestic partners were lawyers and the millers worked at a tech company,” Rossi said looking at Hotch.

“But P.D. couldn’t find any overlap,” Emily added.

“Both couples were really enjoyed by their peers, neighborhood watch, volunteered in community groups, you name it,” Penelope said, her voice coming through the laptop speaker.

“This was a straight-up execution,” Y/N said looking at the file in her hand. “The kneeling on the ground, placing a pillow behind the head.”

“Seems ritualistic,” Hotch said.

“Or simply taking precautions,” Rossi argued.

“Some of the vics were shot in the leg,” Emily said, almost a question but more of an unknown statement.

“They probably were trying to defend themselves, and this was the only way our unsub could them to the floor,” Rossi said looking at Emily.

“Well, the scenes pretty clean, except what’s left on the floor and the pillows,” JJ said.

“Garcia, how are each of the couples’ financials?” Hotch asked the woman on the screen.

“Yo, I wish mine were this good,” she responded.

“What about the Millers’ daughter Abby?” Rossi asked.

“Yeah, she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, that seems oddly convenient,” Y/N said looking at Rossi in agreement.

“P.D. confirms her story, a neighbor saw her kissing her boyfriend in his backyard during the times of the kills,” Spencer said, taking the theory of the daughter being apart away.

“Romantic,” Y/N said with a chuckle at what the teenagers had been doing.

“You guys, something just happened,” Penelope said, bringing the attention to her frantic voice. “Another couple, the same area, shot to death in their house.”

“This is turning into a spree,” Derek said.

“Targeting potentially unrelated couple,” Emily added.

“And the time between the murders is accelerating,” Spencer said.

“Prentiss, you and JJ go talk to Abby. Dave and I will go to yesterday’s crime scene, Y/N you, Morgan and Reid go to the newest,” Hotch ordered.

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Derek pulled into the driveway of the latest victims’ home. The three filed out of the car and met the detective outside the house.

“Hi, I’m Agent Morgan, this Dr. Spencer Reid, and Agent Y/L/N,” Derek said shaking the detective’s hand and introducing the two beside him.

“Nice to meet you guys, follow me,” the detective said, leading the three inside. “I mean, we get our occasional DWI, a few kids egging a house on Halloween, but people shot like this…looks like one of those cable shows.”

“Well again, there’s no sign of a break-in,” Derek said from his spot in the doorway.

Y/N left Spencer’s side and began to look around the room, inspecting the photos and paintings. Trying to get a sense of who this couple was.

“But all the windows were unlocked, so who knows?” The detective said, the question rhetorical.

Y/N then turned her head and looked at the blood spots on the floor. “They were killed right here?” She asked turning to the detective while she pointed to the spot.

“Yeah,” the detective responded.

“They still had their keys out,” Spencer said pointing out the keys that were laying on the ground.

“So they were caught off guard,” Derek said.

“The house is childproof,” Spencer said, noticing all the childproof items around the room.

“Yeah, it must have been a relative or neighbor’s kids,” the detective said.

“They didn’t have any kids?” Y/N asked, prompting the detective to shake his head in response.

Y/N and Derek followed Spencer as he wandered into the living room of the house. They looked at the table noticing the soda can sitting on the table.

“The unsub probably sat right here,” Derek said pointing the armchair beside him.

“Had a soda-” Spencer pointed to the can on the table- “we should pull the cans for prints.”

“The reading light is on still, the unsub was probably looking for something,” Y/N said after noticing the light was still on.

“But there aren’t any magazines or newspapers around, which means it’s important enough to take him out of killing mode,” Spencer said looking at Y/N.

“For someone on a spree, this unsub sure is patient,” Derek said.

“If he’s so patient what is it that he’s waiting for?” Spencer asked, looking between Derek and Y/N.

“Maybe the unsub though they had something he wanted, and when they didn’t, he killed them,” Y/N said as her eyes looked back to the spot where the couple was killed.

Once the three had finished in the house, they thanked the detective and headed out to the SUV. The damp air made Y/N pull her navy jacket around her tighter as the air gave her a chill.

“Y/N, doesn’t your best friend live here?” Spencer asked her as they got into the vehicle.

“Yeah, she’s a surgical resident at some hospital,” she answered as they pulled out of the driveway. “I would go visit her but I think she’s a little busy, as well and me.”

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“The Millers and the Gilberts both participated in our foster program, it’s a local joint venture we have with the community center,” the pastor said to Y/N and Spencer that sat across from him at his desk.

Hotch had sent the two to the church after they discovered that two of the couples attended the same one.

“That could be the same community center our first victims volunteered at,” Y/N said looking at Spencer who sat next to her.

“Well that explains why the homes were childproof,” Spencer said looking to Y/N. “They sometimes had kids in their custody.”

“Yeah but if they were foster parents, it would’ve come up when Garica checked their backgrounds,” Y/N said.

“What happens if you get a child who needs a home immediately but no foster families are available? Is there some sort of emergency list or something?” Spencer asked the pastor.

“ Yeah, they can take the kids for just for a night or a weekend, and -uh- both couples were on that list, too,” the pastor answered.

“We’re gonna need a copy of that list,” Y/N said to the pastor.

“We also need the names of anyone who would have had access to it,” Spencer added. “Our unsubs following that list,” he whispered to Y/N.

“Let me go get that list for you,” the pastor said before exiting the room.

“Thank you,” Y/N said.

The pastor returned a moment later with the list. Spencer and Y/N thanked him once again before they left the building.

“Our last couple had a baby in their possession two days ago,” Y/N said as she pointed to the name and date on the list.

“That sheds some light on the 22, that gun is easy to handle,” Spencer said as the two walked through the church courtyard.

“And it’s not very loud,” Y/N added, pocketing the list in her jacket.

“You know, add that to no forced entry, I don’t think the pillows were used to minimize sound, they were used to stay clean. Which means this unsub might be a woman,” Spencer said as his brain put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“She probably had a connection to the foster system,” Y/N said as she caught on the train Spencer was on.

“Or she simply wants a kid,” Spencer countered.

“But then why wouldn’t she just snatch one off the street?” Y/N said, her voice coming off defensive as the two stopped walking.

“This is a maternal desire, these couples took in babies. Maybe she lost her own or can’t conceive,” Spencer said.

“So she killed those people because when she got to their home, they didn’t have a child,” Y/N said, her theory she said back at the crime scene becoming true.

“She’ll keep killing until she finds one,” Spencer said as the two began to walk again.

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“We believe the unsub we’re looking for is a white female. Who, based upon the organizational level of the crimes, is in her late 30s to early 40s,” Hotch said.

“We also believe that something in the last few days has triggered her to think that killing was the only she was going to be able to obtain a child,” Emily explained.

“Consequently, the foster families that did not have a child in their care when she visited, became her victims,” Y/N added, her eyes looking over the officers in front of her.

“Because all these families recently had children in their homes, we believe our unsub is motivated by maternal desire,” Rossi said.

“Maternal desire is the profound emotional need to mother a baby, this stems from either a tragic loss of her own child or the inability to have one at all,” JJ explained.

“This unsub my also fantasize that someone else’s baby belongs to her, and this emotion feels beyond her control,” Spencer began as he stood up from his chair. “A woman who miscarries sometimes projects onto someone else’s baby and then sets out to take that child.”

“This may cause our unsub to do something drastic. Like commit a cesarean abduction or kidnap a random kid,” Derek said.

“The speed that the kills are occurring suggests that our unsub is frustrated and devolving,” Y/N added.

“This is causing her to go on a spree, which usually ends in a very high body count and suicide by cop,” JJ said.

“So we should look at anyone who was pregnant and suffering from postpartum psychosis,” Derek explained looking at the officer around.

“We also need to check those who worked for or had access to the local foster system,” Rossi added.

“Thank you, any questions?” Hotch asked looking at the officers.

Almost every officer in the room raised their hands. Hotch began to call on people and answer their questions, but Y/N was pulled away as her phone rang.

“Hey Penelope what’s up?” Y/N asked after she answered, walking away from the group.

“What were Derek and Kevin talking about yesterday, I know your nosey butt found out so tell me,” Penelope said, her voice gritting at the end of her sentence.

“I can’t do that Penelope, it’s not my place,” Y/N responded, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

“Ugh, fine I’m just gonna keep calling Derek till he answers,” Penelope then hung up the phone, making Y/N chuckle as she went back to the group.

After they had finished answering questions, the team separated and began to work on case details.

Y/N sat next to Spencer as he wrote something down while he formed the geographical profile, while Hotch talked to Penelope on the phone. She looked at Spencer, silently admiring his face, his upper lip tucked under his bottom as he focused on his writing.

“Another woman’s been shot,” the detective said, bringing Y/N back to reality. “Three blocks from here.”

“She has a fairly limited comfort zone,” Spencer said as he looked at the spot the woman was just shot at on the map.

“Alright, Reid, you and Y/N work the list, I’ll take Rossi and Prentiss with me,” Hotch said, quickly exiting the room.

“You know, you’re not gonna get any work done if you keep looking at me working,” Spencer said, feeling Y/N’s gaze on him as he sat working.

“It helps me think,” she responded. Spencer chuckled and continued to work.

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“Okay, here’s the dealio and stay with me,” Penelope said over the phone. After Hotch, Rossi, and Emily visited the scene, they discovered that the woman that was shot had a baby. She was in the process of adopting him and they needed to find out the birth parents that were sealed by the state. “Ben, formerly known as Johnny, was born to Margaret Hallman.”

“Where is she now?” Hotch asked.

“Well, she should be at the Fallbrook women’s correctional facility, but she was released four days ago due to overcrowding,” Penelope answered.

“We thought it was a mental institution,” JJ said.

“But if she was released, why kill to get your own kid?” Rossi asked.

“Her maternal rights must have been terminated,” Spencer answered.

“Yeah, that happens when you have sex with one of your high school students two years ago,” Penelope said.

“Ew,” Y/N said out loud, the word just slipping out from astonishment and disgust.

“Uh-huh, his name is Thomas Brown, AKA Tommy Brown, and he is little Johnny’s baby daddy, like for real,” Penelope explained.

“Teacher love syndrome,” Hotch said.

“She gave birth to Tommy’s baby in jail, and then when Tommy’s mom refused to raise it, the baby was put in foster care.”

“Okay, so we were right, the baby did spend time in each of the victims’ homes,” Derek said.

“Oh, you betcha,” Penelope responded.

“That would explain the spree and the maternal desire,” Emily elaborated.

“She’s trying to put her family back together,” Y/N said.

“Garcia, we need the Browns’ address,” Hotch ordered to Penelope.

“On its way sir,” Penelope responded.

The team piled into the SUVs and made their way to the Browns’ residence. The tires came to screeching stop and they piled out of the vehicles and made their way inside.

“Please....please help!” A girl laying on the ground spoke.

“Female down,” Derek said passing her and heading into the next room.

Y/N and JJ kneeled beside her.

“We need an ambulance at 1986 Homer Street,” Hotch said into his wire. “Is Margret Hallman in the house?” He asked the girl.

Y/N and JJ began inspecting her injuries, seeing a gunshot wound in her back.

“No, she took Tommy,” the girl answered breathing heavily.

“Hey, you’re gonna be okay, sweetie,” Y/N said, hoping to comfort the girl on the ground.

“What’s your name?” JJ asked.

“Julie Parker,” she answered.

“Julie, do you know where they went?” Hotch asked her.

“No,” she cried. “It hurts.”

“Alright, hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Y/N comforted the girl.

“Let’s put this on it, okay,” JJ said, grabbing a rag and holding it against her back.

“Are you Tommy’s neighbor?” Hotch asked, continuing with his questions.

“Yes, Ms. Hallman had their baby with her, Tommy took all his stuff,” Julie explained, her voice trembling from the pain.

“The place is empty,” Emily said entering the room.

“It’s clear here too,” Derek said entering from the kitchen.

“We need to find all we can on Margret Hallman,” Y/N said looking at Hotch.

“There are probably other victims in her past,” Hotch agreed.

The sounds of sirens were heard allowing Julie to sigh in relief.

“JJ, stay with Julie until her parents get here, we’ll call Garcia and find out what we can about Ms. Hallman,” Hotch said, exiting the room with Derek, Emily, and Y/N.

“What you got baby girl,” Derek said answering the phone while they stood outside the browns house.

“Okay, Ms. Hallman had an exemplary record in jail,” Penelope explained.

“What was her interaction with the outside world like?” Y/N asked.

“Um- well, she had limited computer use, and she used all of that time searching for a… Johnny Lewis,” Penelope said, her voice questioning at the end.

“Her baby?” Derek asked.

“No,” Penelope began. “Johnny Lewis is one of her former students from Lake Forrest School. His parents charged her with molestation, and then they dropped the charges.”

“When was this?” Emily asked.

“Three years prior to meeting Tommy,” Penelope answered.

“So she had a baby with Tommy and names it after the first kid she molested,” Y/N said with astonishment.

“Yeah, and according to the prison’s hard drive, she wrote dozens of emails to this Johnny Lewis,” Penelope explained.

“Maybe Tommy’s a surrogate for him,” Emily said looking at Y/N beside her.

“Garcia, we need to talk to the Lewis’,” Hotch said.

“Mm, their phone is disconnected,” Penelope answered.

“What about an address?” Y/N asked.

“They’ve moved around a lot. Oh- wow, okay it’s like they’re off the grid.”

“Well, who lives in their old house now?” Derek asked. “Maybe they could help us get info.”

“Uh, it’s changed hands a lot. Oh, snap, crackle, and pop goes the lady weasel. You’ll never guess who bought it,” Penelope said.

“Ms. Hallman,” Y/N and Emily said together, having no surprise or question in their voices.

“Mm-hm, it was picked up by her sister a year ago, and then it was transferred to Maggie’s name yesterday,” Penelope explained.

“Send us the address?” Hotch asked.

“Already sent,” Penelope answered.

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The sun had just set as the team rolled up to Margaret Hallman’s house. Local police followed in cars behind them as they stopped in the street in front of the house.

Y/N, JJ, and Derek walked up to Hotch and Emily as they got out of the car.

“Take the front, Prentiss, and I will take the back,” Hotch said. The three nodded, taking their guns out.

The three walked up to the front of the house and watched as Tommy walked out, a gun in his hand.

“FBI, drop it!” Derek said when he noticed the gun in the teen’s hand.

He lifted the hand with no gun in it up, the other staying by his side. “Just-- Just move, move-- move back,” Tommy spoke with a scared voice.

“Tommy, drop the gun,” Y/N said, her own gun pointing at the boy.

“Just-- just get off our yard,” he answered, his hand motioning over the yard in front of him.

“You don’t want to do this,” JJ said with a stern, clear voice.

“You don’t know me,” Tommy said. “My--my girl and kid are in there-”

“She’s a predator, Tommy,” Derek tried to reason with him.

“No, she’s not an animal. We love each other,” Tommy tried to explain.

“No, Tommy this isn’t love,” Derek said.

“Tommy this is a woman who’s been taking advantage of you, she molested you,” Y/N tried to explain.

“No, I--I knew what I was doing,” Tommy replied.

“Did you know there was another kid exactly like you from another school?” JJ asked.

“Shut up!” Tommy exclaimed.

“You weren’t the first, Tommy,” Y/N said.

“No, no, They’re lying!” Maggie exclaimed as she walked out, pointing at Y/N and JJ.

“Tommy she wrote letters to him, too,” Derek explained.

“That’s not true,” Maggie said with a sickeningly sweet voice.

“And she’d tell him that everything happens for a reason,” Y/N added.

“Be quiet!”

“She said that he was the love of her life, that she loved to sneak out to see him,” Y/N continued.

“That’s it!”

“Tommy, she wrote that to another boy, who lived in this exact same house,” Derek said.

“What are they talking about?” Tommy asked looking at Maggie.

“She even named your son after him,” Y/N said.

“Answer me, damn it!” Tommy exclaimed looking at Maggie, who was covering her ears with her hands.

“Without you, my life would be empty, and that’s why nothing is going to keep us apart, and I mean nothing,” Maggie said.

Tommy then dropped the gun in his hand, not wanting to believe Maggie anymore.

Maggie then quickly grabbed the gun Tommy dropped and shot, hitting Y/N on her upper left arm.

“Ugh!” Y/N exclaimed as she grabbed her arm in pain, blood covering it. She looked up and saw Maggie herself lying down in pain. Hotch could be seen through the screen door of the house, gun still pointed at Maggie.

“Maggie!” Tommy exclaimed, falling to his knees next to her.

“Y/N are you okay?” JJ asked as she kneeled beside her.

“Yeah-- yeah, I think so, I might need to go get it looked at though,” Y/N said, looking at the wound on her arm.

“We need paramedics of the front porch, suspect it down and a federal agent has been wounded,” Hotch said into his wire.

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When Y/N arrived at the E.R. of the hospital with JJ, she was directed towards a bed before someone would be with her.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice said as they approached.

Y/N looked up from her wound that she was inspecting to see her best friend standing, holding a tablet in her hand.

“London!” Y/N said with excitement as her friend walked towards her. They hugged each other tightly, London avoiding the part of her arm that was hurt. “Oh, I’m sorry JJ, this is London, my best friend,” Y/N said introducing the two.

JJ shook London’s hand introducing herself.

“Hi I’m Dr. Wilson, I’ll be taking care of you today Mrs. Y/L/N,” a brunette doctor said approaching the three.

“Oh, Wilson, if you don’t mind, I’ll take this one, and it’s Agent Y/L/N,” London said, correcting her younger peer.

“Oh-- right sorry,” Dr. Wilson said before walking away timidly.

“I get to do that, she’s an intern,” London said, making Y/N and JJ laugh.

London began looking at the wound on Y/N’s arm, telling her it would need some stitches seeing that it was a clean entry and exit wound.

As Y/N and JJ sat while London patched up her arm, they chatted about life and all the things that were happening. Their attention was soon brought away from their chat as a frantic Spencer Reid entered the room.

“Is that him?” London asked, referring back to all the times Y/N told her about Spencer on the phone.

“Yeah,” she responded.

“You always had good taste,” London chuckled.

“Y/N, oh thank god you’re okay, all that Derek said was that you got shot, and didn’t explain--” Y/N cut him off.

“Spencer, I am fine,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“Oh, okay good,” he said with a sigh of relief.

“Spencer, I want you to meet someone, this is Dr. London Ryan, London this is Dr. Spencer Reid,” Y/N said introducing the two.

“London? As in your best friend London?” Spencer asked.

“Hi, Dr. Reid it’s nice to meet you, Y/N has told me so much about you,” she said, finishing up Y/N’s last stitch.

“Likewise,” he responded smiling at the doctor.

“Alright, you’re good to go Y/N, you’ll have to have those taken out in a couple of days,” London said before her attention was called away to another doctor.

“Ryan! Where are my post-ops?” A shorter, African American doctor in darker scrubs asked her as she approached.

“I finished them an hour ago, Dr. Bailey, they should be in the chart,” she told the doctor.

“London, I have to go, thank you so much, I will take care of my arm I promise,” Y/N said getting up from the bed.

“Whoa, you can’t just get up like that and go she has to discharge you,” Dr. Bailey said to Y/N, not wanting her student to be trampled on by a patient.

“I have, and she can, she’s a federal agent, she has to go catch serial killers,” London said to the other doctor.

“Bring me my post-ops,” Dr. Bailey said, pointing his finger at her before walking away.

“It was nice to meet you, London,” Spencer said and JJ agreed, before Y/N and London hugged, and the three agents left.

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“I will never understand this teacher-lover thing, I can barely deal with a grown man,” JJ said as her, Spencer, Y/N, Rossi, and Penelope walked towards the elevator of the office building.

“What’s interesting is if it had been a male teacher and a female student, he’d have gotten 20 years and none of this wouldn’t have happened,” Rossi said.

“She could get life plus 20 for all the murders she committed,” Y/N said.

“You know what’s funny if she wasn’t so pretty, she probably would have never been released in the first place,” Spencer said looking at Y/N beside him.

“What?” Penelope said confused.

“It’s true, unattractive female predators serve a longer prison sentence than their attractive counterparts,” Spencer explained.

“Wow that’s ridiculous,” Penelope said astonished.

“For real,” Y/N agreed.

“It’s primal, there’s a hierarchy to everything. Including sex offenders,” Spencer added.

“Okay, well, who’s ready to get breakfast?” JJ asked, seeing that they had flown in early that morning.

“Me,” Y/N said, Spencer and Rossi, giving thumbs up as they began to walk over to the elevator.

“I can’t, there’s something I gotta take care of,” Penelope said noticing Derek coming down the hallway.

“Have fun,” Y/N said knowingly.

Penelope smiled at her and walked over to Derek.

“What is it about?” Spencer asked as Y/N entered the elevator.

“Oh, Penelope and Kevin, but it’s not my place to tell though, so ask her later,” Y/N answered wanting to respect their privacy.

Y/N sighed as she entered Spencer’s apartment, the smell of him filling her nose.

“Spencer, I really don’t have to stay here until I get my stitches out, I will be fine,” she tried to protest, but secretly she wanted to stay.

“I don’t want you to rip them, or do anything that might get it infected,” Spencer said, taking his coat off then pulling Y/N’s off of her since her left arm was in a sling.

“Would a kiss get it infected?” She asked puckering her lips.

Spencer laughed and placed his lips on hers in a sweet kiss. She smiled as he pulled her over to the couch to cuddle.

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