#emily pocketing it: cool morgan kick down the door

[satan-wishes-he-was-me]

morgan: we need to get though this locked door. reid give me your credit card. reid: *hands him the credit card* here morgan, pocketing it: cool *kicks down the door*

[mxchellesworld]

umm hello?? your fics are so good !! could you do top jj x fem? thank u & take your time :))

hello my love, thank you so much!!

of course i went to twitter for a bit of inpso and reference lolz butttt we all know jj would be a soft mommy dom and i am here to further prove my point - it makes me think of the scene from season 1 which i kind of quote. also for the sake of this fic we are ditching mr.subtitles, hope you enjoy!

warnings; smut, fingering, use of the name mommy, praise, light choking

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after a successful case the team had decided it was time for a night out. everyone, including spencer, was ready for a drink and a few hours of unwinding. you all pulled up to the place around the corner from headquarters and sat yourselves down in a booth. 

the only presence you cared about was that of the the blonde next to you. ever since you joined there was a sort of tension between you two. the girls had invited you to a night of drinking at penelope’s where you found out about her divorce a few months before you started working with them. 

you felt a little bad about the crush you harbored for her but once emily brought up jj getting back into the dating scene to which she agreed she was ready, suddenly you wanted all her attention. so you did your best to subtly flirt with her (mostly staring at her across the room. which everyone had called you out on). 

now she wasn’t stupid. far from it. she was an amazing profiler but it took less skills than that to notice the way you bit your lip whenever she was giving input on a case. or when she would put her hand on your lower back as she walked passed you, loving the little whine you tried to hide. 

so that led you to where you were at the moment. being a few drinks in her hand slipped down onto your thigh. you looked at her and noticed the ends of her pink lips quirk up into a smile she hid behind her glass. 

as the night continued everyone was getting more and more rowdy. you decided to slow down on the drinks, since you didn’t drive you wanted to make sure you got home instead of waking up with a stranger unknowingly. 

jj’s hand stayed planted on your leg. her thumb rubbing small circles as she talked across the table. she would inch higher and watch as your breath caught in your throat then lower it back down. you tried to hold back a cough but ended up spitting out a little of your drink, coughing even more. 

“hey y/n you feeling alright?” spencer called from across the able. 

jj put her hand on your forehead, “yeah you’re burning up. let me get you home.” 

you saw the sparkle in her light blue eyes and nodded hoping you were reading the right signals. 

“aw mommy to the rescue,” morgan called with a chuckle. 

“mommy?”

you saw a blush spread across her cheeks as she helped you up. she pulled out a 20 dollar bill and placed it on the table to cover for your drinks. wishing everyone a goodnight they bid you farewell and told you to rest and feel better.

the cool night air felt refreshing on your flushed skin, the heat was definitely not from a fever though. you heard the beeps of her car unlocking and slid into the passenger side. once she got in and closed her door she took your face in her hands. 

her eyes scanned your face as she let her thumb rub on your bottom lip, “you’ve wanted me for so long, haven’t you baby?”

you didn’t trust your voice to respond so you nodded in her grasp, “you want mommy to take care of you?”

you gasped and swallowed forcing yourself to let out the words, “yes please.”

then she let you go as if nothing had happened. she buckled in her seatbelt and started the car wordlessly. you buckled up as well and watched as her hands played with the dials on the radio. 

soft music played while you watched her slim fingers tap on the steering wheel imaging what they would feel like if she had let them slide further in between your thighs. 

you let your mind run wild, so much that you didn’t realize you were outside of your apartment complex until the car stopped. she shifted the gear to park and turned her body to look at you. 

“would you like to come in?” you asked licking your lips. 

she smiled again as if nothing had happened, “sure thing y/n/n.”

the tension was palpable as you made your way up the elevator. you swayed back and forth on your heels as you would catch a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye. once the door opened she let you walk out first, leading the way. but she took the opportunity to put her hand on the small of your back, noticing the shiver she sent down your spine. 

you fished the keys out of your jacket pocket and tried not to struggle getting it in the lock, not wanting to waste anymore time. you opened the door and set your keys in the little bowl. it was the only thing you were able to do before she had you pinned against your door. 

her hands were planted on your hips, caressing you over your pencil skirt and button down top. you let out a deep breath as her lips connected to the soft skin of your neck. 

“i wanna make you feel so good tonight baby. will you let me do that?”

“y-yes please,” you let out with a whimper as she bit on your ear. 

“yes who?”

“yes mommy.”

“good girl. lets take this to your bedroom, hm. i want you to be comfortable when i fuck you. is that alright princess?”

a small ‘mhm’ was the only thing you could let out before you led her to your bedroom by the hand. you clicked on a light switch which turned on a lamp in the corner, emitting a soft glow. she gently put her hand on your cheek silently asking for permission to go any further. with a gentle nod she pressed her lips to yours. 

the butterflies in your tummy were going crazy after finally getting what you wanted. after months of longing. you moaned at the taste of her strawberry chapstick and the way her hands reached for the zipper on the back of your skirt. 

she walked over to the end of your bed, only leaving your lips to take a seat. she looked up at you through her long lashes, pulling down the zipper and tugging the skirt down your legs. you stepped out of it and kicked off your heels tossing them to a corner of your room. 

her hands reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt you had on. you could feel yourself shivering in anticipation under her gaze. she had barley kissed you and you were sure you had soaked through your panties. 

once she pushed the shirt off of your frame she let her hands travel over each inch and curve of your body, letting out hums of approval. she pulled you onto her lap and pressed her lips back to yours. her hands grabbed onto your hips and started to help you grind against her. 

jj was the only thing swimming in your brain. her kisses topped with the faint touches and the smell of her perfume were intoxicating. your head fell back as she let her lips trail down your neck. your hips never seizing in order to gain the friction you wanted. 

you felt her fingers easily pop the clasp of your bra and slide it down your arms. she pulled away and took in the sight of you breathless and almost naked on top of her. the only leaving you bare compared to her fully clothed figure was the tiny cloth between your legs. 

“you’re so pretty, honey.”

you whined, “please touch me jennifer. i want you so bad, please.”

she pecked your lips then tapped your thigh for you to stand again. her head nodded for you to lay back on your bed. you climbed over to rest your head against the plush pillows, watching as she started to get rid of her own clothes. 

she swiftly pulled off her long sleeve, leaving her in a navy blue bra. next she kicked off her heels and went to unbutton her jeans. your legs rubbed against each other as you caught sight of the matching thong she had on. 

she made her way over to you and put her hands on your bent knees, opening them apart so she could slot her herself in place. she reached for the sides of your panties, pulling down the final article of clothing. you felt your cheeks heat up at her gaze on your dripping center. she leaned forward to press kisses from your stomach to your chest, letting her hand dip into your pussy. 

you let out a moan at her nimble fingers collecting your arousal before spreading it over your folds again. 

“please mommy, want your fingers,” you said pulling her lips closer to yours. 

“aw let me give my needy girl what she wants then,” she said pecking your chin. 

she let her middle finger plunge into your cunt, expertly curling it, trying to reach your g-spot. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, basking in the pleasure she was giving you. 

she watched as your eyes shut closed and your mouth fell open letting out mewls of her name. 

“more,” you whimpered out, pleading for her to add another finger. 

she happily complied, adding in her ring finger and admiring you body as it writhed searching for release. 

“you’re doing so well pretty girl. i know you wanna cum on my fingers. go ahead baby, cum for me,” she said as her unoccupied hand wrapped around your neck. 

you let out a load moan from the added pressure. it was light but had you fuzzy on the edge of release. you frantically rocked your lips, meeting her fingers as you rode your high. her thumb started circling your stiff clit and spurred your orgasm. 

“jennifer fuck! oh god mommy, im cumming,” you all but screamed out. 

“that’s it princess, get loud for me.”

the noises slipping from your lips were most likely going to piss off your neighbors but you could care less. the waves of ecstasy flowing through you clouded your mind. you were only focused on the blonde above you. 

her fingers stilled inside you as you slowly came down. she pulled them out and you reached for her hand, taking the digits in your mouth as you kept eye contact licking them clean. 

she pulled them away and leaned down to meet you in a heated kiss, moaning at the taste of your own arousal on your tongue. you flipped her over so you were now on top of her. you slid down pressing kisses down her toned stomach. 

“let me make you feel good mommy.’ 

[hotchseyebrows]

emily: ok, we gotta go through this locked door. rossi, quick, give me your credit card.

rossi: here.

emily: [puts the card in her pocket] cool, now morgan kick the door down.

[loserholland]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

Pairing ➺ Spencer Reid x SSA!Reader

Warning ➺ None really, just flashbacks to episodes from season 7 

Word Count ➺  6,408

Summary ➺  When the Reader needs a date to her sister’s wedding, Spencer volunteers to be her date.

A/N ➺ Please enjoy! Maybe I’ll do a part two, who knows! But the bold text are the readers thoughts (:

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☞  Masterlist  ☜

“Shots!” 

Garcia shouted as she placed a the tray onto the table of the booth, it had been one hell of a long week and they finally had a free night. And with a free night meant head to the local bar make it one hell of a night.

Everyone reached for a shot glass whereas Reid raised his glass of Arnold Palmer.

The bar was slightly packed, mostly by FBI agents, the sound of music plus the amount of chatter in the club brought a smile to everyone’s faces. It’s been a while since they had gone to the bar as a team.

The booth was filled with laughter, the team had been talking about anything and everything, passing around jokes about one another.

Originally it was supposed to be a girls night, but the boys had begged that they allow we allow them to join. Well Rossi and Morgan were the ones who pleaded and insisted on dragging Reid and Hotch along.

(Y/N) felt her phone vibrate causing her to bring it out of her pocket wondering who was texting her at this time.

𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

She groaned loudly reaching for another shot placing her phone face down on the table. Morgan raised his brows lightly noticing her sudden mood change.

“What’s up with you (Y/L/N)?”

(Y/N) leaned back into the booth drawing out a long sigh before answering “Nothing, my sister was just asking who’s my date to her wedding which is next week.” 

Rossi chuckled lightly before asking, “Who’s the lucky fellow?”

Yeah that’s the thing

There was no lucky fellow.

“Funny story..”

The team had just gotten back from Atlantic city. It was one of those cases where Hotch had given the team a long weekend off.

(Y/N) sighed lightly opening the door to her apartment kicking her boots off as she entered and locking the door behind her. Shrugging her coat off and placing it on the coat rack, she walked over to the kitchen placing the stacks of mail she had gotten before coming upstairs. 

After one hell of a week, she opened a new bottle of red wine and poured it into a glass before heading into her room for a nice hot bath.Once she was done relaxing she headed back into the kitchen, sorting through her mail till she stumbled upon a wedding invitation.

𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁 (𝗬/𝗟/𝗡)

“𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴”

“𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴”

“Are you bringing a date?” (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she read the options to check off, of course only Scarlet would want to include that.

Not, number attending but are you bringing a date. Letting out a deep sigh her eyes gaze over to the pictures scattered over the fridge. (Y/N) was the second oldest of four siblings. She was the one out of four siblings to not be:

One- Married

Two-Soon to be married

and Three

Recently engaged.

Without thinking, she grabbed a pen and checked off to where we are now.

Morgan bursted into a fit of laugher before saying in between breathes “So, what I’m hearing is you don’t have a date?”

She glared at Morgan sticking her tongue out at him like a five year old child. It was already bad enough that every time she goes home to visit her family will ask: “Found anyone special?”

“Yeah, I don’t.”

It was a simple mistake, and well that simple mistake left her with no date. The last thing she wanted was to text her sister, “I actually have no date lmao.” because if that were to happen bridezilla would make quite the show. And she’d also never hear the end of that. Now, she has a week to find a date. That can’t be that hard right? Just who?

Morgan could barley catch his breath, (Y/N) kicked his ankle in annoyance “It’s not funny Derek! All I hear from my aunts are, oh you’ll find someone sweetie or you’re getting order you’ll find someone soon enough!” she leaned her head against the wall continuing to glare at Morgan.

“I could be your date.” Spencer spoke up trying to ease the tension that filled the booth.

Emily used her foot to nudge (Y/N) leg, she glared at the woman sitting across from her who wore an amused smile. (Y/N) glanced over at Penelope and JJ who also had the same expression on their face.

His brows furrowed, he didn’t see anything wrong with what he offered so- why was everyone staring?

“What? I-It was a suggestion.. that’s all.” His nose crinkled as he spoke pressing his lips into a thin line focusing his attention to the table in front of him.

Spencer may have an IQ of 187, and (Y/N) may be the youngest and second smartest of the team. These two are blind. Literally blind. It was quite obvious that boy wonder and miss.young and beautiful (well said from the one and only Penelope Garcia) have feelings for one another. 

If there was someone who can talk Spencer down, to get him to bring his walls down, it was (Y/N). Just a few months ago when everyone found out that Emily was in fact alive and not dead, everyone was happy that she was alive but that also came with being questioned by the Senate Committee for our retaliatory action.

But before Emily had came back everyone was dealing with her death differently.

There are five stages of grief:

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

Acceptance

With those five stages, everyone deals with their emotions differently. (Y/N) and Garcia did as much as they could to honor Emily’s name. Whereas Morgan felt guilty, telling himself he if he were there a second early he could’ve saved her. Spencer took it the hardest, he had gone to JJ’s house crying for almost 10 weeks.

Now with Emily back, the team felt back to normal. Well, some what back to normal. We had been called to Oklahoma, and it wouldn’t be a lie to say Spencer was not Spencer adding into the conversation or throwing in "Did you know.. facts”

He was quiet, distant.

“It’s too late alright!”

“Reid?” Emily spoke only watching as walked away.

(Y/N) looked at Hotch before saying “I’ll go talk to him.” giving her a nod of approval she grabbed one of the car keys and headed out towards Spencer.

Running out she watched as he continued to walk away, “Spencer!” she shouted yet no response.

“Spencer Walter Reid!”

Nothing

“Reid!”

The nearly 6’1 genius continued to walk away ignoring your calls. 

“Hey loverboy! I am talking to you! You know I don’t like being ignored!”

Spencer stopped in his tracks throwing his head back lightly “I don’t want to talk.” he spoke without turning around.

The heels of her boots clicked against the sidewalk once she was next to him she linked her arm with his pulling him towards one of the SUVS.

“Who said I wanted to talk? What if I wanted to get some coffee.”

Luckily there was a coffee shop that was a few blocks down the road, the car ride was silent- comfortable silence. (Y/N) never pushed Spencer to talk, she waited patiently for him to bring it up on his own.

In which, he did.

“I cried.. for ten weeks (Y/N).. ten weeks back to back.”

His voice barley above a whisper.

(Y/N) brought her right hand forward taking ahold of his left giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Spencer, Hotch and JJ kept Emily safe. The less people knew that Emily was alive, the better because Doyle was still out there. If he found out Emily was still alive, he would’ve gone after not only Emily but the rest of the team as well. Trust me, it’s odd to have Emily back I mean we ‘buried’ her for christ sakes. But she’s here, with us again. Not six feet. under. I can’t speak for JJ but, I know she never meant to intentionally hurt your feelings or make you feel vulnerable. We were bound to find out sooner or later Spence.”

Truth be told, (Y/N) hated seeing Spencer sad and angry. Something she never saw all that often but knew him being sad made her feel sad.

They had spent an hour an a half in the coffee shop, now they were walking back into the station. Slowly Spencer had opened up more, she let him go uninterrupted allowing him to speak as she listened.

“Thank you by the way.”

(Y/N) smiled nudging him with her elbow, “Anytime loverboy.”

-

"Look at pretty boy go!” Morgan chuckled raising his enclosed fist towards Spencer who awkwardly fist bumped him back. She watched as he pursed his lip his gaze fixed on his drink avoiding eye contact with the rest of the team and especially (Y/N).

Hotch sighed lightly glancing at his phone before giving Rossi a nod, “I better get going, I don’t want Jessica to stay too late. Have a nice weekend guys, I don’t want to see any of you at the office.” 

It was just fifteen minutes past eleven and everyone was ready to head home and call it a night. Stepping out of the nearly now packed bar greeted by the cool air of Washington D.C. They had bid their goodbyes and headed to their cars. 

All she could think about was what Spencer had said, “I could be your date.” I mean, there is no problem with him being her date right? Beside the fact that you have a huge fat third grade crush on boy genius. 

Once she got home she kicked off her boots padding over to the kitchen for a glass of water placing her belongings on her couch. A loud ding echoed throughout her apartment, it may be her sister again wondering who her date is.

Grabbing her phone out of her purse the notification flashed across the screen:

A message from Scarlet. Swiping her thumb across the screen unlocking her phone to read the message.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦?

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭?

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?

𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

𝘗𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦!

“Love you too whore.” (Y/N) mumbled placing her phone onto the coffee table walking away to her room to get changed. Another loud ding caught her attention, “I thought she was going to sleep?” (Y/N) thought to herself.

Instead it was a message from Emily.

𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦!!

Plopping herself onto her couch running her fingers through her hair.

He’s awake right? I mean it’s only twelve-fifteen? She held her phone in her hand tapping it lightly against her thigh contemplating whether or not to call him. 

“Just call him.” she mumbled to herself

Her family didn’t have any problems with Spencer. The one thing she’ll never forget is when he had told you father "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." The look on your fathers face was priceless.

Besides that her family had no problems with Spencer. They just describe him as being bit awkward and rambles on about well anything. It’s almost been four years since she joined the BAU. She was lucky enough to join at the age of twenty-three. And she’s been with them ever since.

When (Y/N) first joined the team Jason Gideon had just recently retired and David Rossi had returned voluntarily. You know that new kid feeling? New school, fresh faces, no friends? Yeah, that was the was her current feeling.

(Y/N) had barley gotten any sleep the night before. She felt anxious, tossing and turning the almost the entire night only to get about three hours of sleep. She had gotten up thirty minutes before her alarm, and had gotten there thirty minutes early.

Now she was currently sitting in SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office. You’ve heard many amazing things about his team, they are truly one of the best. Brushing her hands against her skirt for what felt like the hundredth time.

Pull yourself together, there’s nothing to be worried about.

“Agent (Y/L/N), would you like to meet the team?” Hotch spoke, (Y/N) turned her attention to the door giving him a nod of approval. Standing from her seat she followed him into the conference room.

“You’ll be fine.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Sorry, I’m just extremely nervous.” he smiled lightly opening the door to the conference room, the only person she knew was David Rossi, the BAU wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Gideon and Rossi.

“SSA (Y/L/N), this is SSA-”

“David Rossi, I’ve read your books and they are magnificent.” Rossi chuckled lightly sticking his hand out for her to shake in which (Y/N) gladly shook. She had just met one of the greatest profilers of all time.

(Y/N) looked up at Hotch before quickly apologizing “This is SSA Prentiss.” The beautiful raven haired woman smiled “Emily, nice to meet you.” moving to the man standing next to her “SSA Morgan.” he smiled shaking her hand “Derek.”

“(Y/N).” she replied.

“Our Communications Liaison Jennifer Jareau.”

“You can call me JJ.”

“Our tech analysis Penelope Garcia.”

Finally, the last person whom she had grown closes too.

“And Doctor Spencer Reid.”

That was your team. And they were more welcoming than you thought they would be, they were your second family. If you guys weren’t on a case, you’d be at the bar raking up Rossi’s tab. You were able to talk to them about almost anything, if you needed time off Hotch understood.

The first year she had worked with the team, they were very welcoming. Hotch had partnered you with Spencer most of the time, either you two would check out the M.E or stay back at the police department. It was safe to say it was a bit awkward at first when you were partnered with Spencer. But, she wouldn’t have wanted to be partnered with anyone else.

“Hello?”

Shit! He’s awake. Wait, when did I call him up?

“(Y/N)?”

Say something, he knows you’re on the other end of the line.

“Are you okay?’

Are you having a stroke right now? Say something!

“H-hi, sorry to bother you so late.”

It was fifteen minutes to one, did it really take me almost thirty minutes to call him?

“It’s fine, just getting a little bit of reading in. Did you need something?”

She bit the bottom of her lip getting up from her seat on her couch, just say it! Tell him you’d love to have him as a date.

“If your offer still stands.. I’d love to have you be my date.” she paced around her living room. Please say yes, this would be totally awkward if you said no but- you did offer to be my date?

Spencer smiled widely “Yes! I-I mean of course, I mean- I’d love to accompany you.” though (Y/N) couldn’t see him she knew he had his hand covered over his eyes mentally curing at himself.

“Great! I’ll text you the details tomorrow? Thank you again Spencer, I appreciate it.” 

“Y-yeah cool cool, um good night, sleep tight.. don’t let the bed bugs bite.” 

He could be such a dork sometimes. A cute dork. Rambling on until someone says something or he’d catch himself and apologize. Usually the team would exchange looks but, you’d sit there listening intently. It’s amazing that someone so young has already three PhD’s and as the genius said himself “I just keep getting PhD’s”

“Good night loverboy.”

Spencer had his nicknames, from Pretty boy, boy wonder, kid, doc etc.

Loverboy however, kinda just slipped. They had been working a case and Spencer was deep in his thoughts, she had been trying to get his attention for the last five minutes. When she had said it, he cheeks were painted a deep shade of red. Ever since then, the nickname just stuck.

(Y/N) tossed her phone onto the couch squealing loudly, surely enough she knew one of her neighbors would file a complaint against her but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the fact that Spencer Reid was her wedding date, and she couldn’t be more excited.

-

The entertainment capital of the world

Sin city

Fabulous Las Vegas.

Home to Spencer and (Y/N), the two were going to be staying with her parents since they live the closes to the venue. The drive to her parents house meant passing by her high school, and without a doubt she knew Spencer would have something to say.

“Isn’t that your old high school?” 

She glanced at Spencer for a short moment before answering, “Yup, class of 2003.”

About a month ago the team had gone to Boise,Idaho where a serial killer is murdering the survivors of a high school massacre that took place exactly ten years earlier. Hotch had sent (Y/N) and Spencer to examine the crime scene. 

“The unsub has to be tied to the school somehow. Maybe a current student, alumni, or a family member who lost someone?” (Y/N) mumbled as she scanned the crime scene 

“It could be a Slade groupie celebrating his hero. He taped nails to the exterior of the bomb. Specifically to rip open flesh-” Spencer spoke turning his head slightly to see (Y/N) examining the various pieces of nails.

“That’s a Slade detail of Slade’s the unsub copied.”

“Except he tricked Givens into blowing himself up.A groupie probably wouldn’t show that much self-control.” (Y/N) pointed out her eyes looked from the ground to the ceiling.

“But someone with an ax to grind against the principal would. Maybe he’s a surrogate for the tormenters in high school he can’t punish...” he examined the photos he held in his hands, “who were yours?”

(Y/N) chuckled reaching forward to touch the piece of nail in the wall, “I don’t even remember.” she mumbled.

Spencer raised his brow in confusion, “You don’t even remember?” his voice filled with disbelief. He stepped forward still stuck on the subject, “Wait, were you one of the mean girls?”

She turned around in surprise her eyes widened at his question, “What? No!” Okay maybe there were some people she was a bit rude to. That only being her  younger brother who was a freshmen when she was a senior.

“Track star with a full ride scholarship to UNR and was accepted by many universities, one of the valedictorians of her class, and the student body president? That not only screams popular but you could’ve been one of the mean girls!”

(Y/N) gasped loudly walking past Spencer to get to the other side of the room, “Could’ve been, I was actually one of the nice popular girls! I was even friends with guys like you!” 

“Guys like me? I'll have you know that my social standing increased once I started winning at basketball.“ now that was hard to believe.

“Spencer Reid playing basketball no way.” (Y/N) snickered causing Spencer to press his lips into a thin line, “Okay, I coached basketball. I broke down the opposing team's shooting strategy.” Now that sound more like Spencer.

“Is that why Morgan kicked you out of the pool last week?“ Rossi held a BBQ last Sunday, inviting the entire team over and Spencer and Derek were going at it in the pool bickering with one another.

“Yeah. Took him three rounds to realize I was hustling him.”

(Y/N) pulled into the driveway shifting the gear into park, she turned slightly to face Spencer. “Spence.” she whispered, he turned his head in confusion. Spencer had met her family, but he was about to meet MORE of them. As much as she loved them to death, they could be a little too much.

“First off, I wanna say thank you so much for being my date. Second, my family.. they are loud and can get very.. touchy? If you feel uncomfortable in any given moment please tell me because I don’t want you to think you made a mistake by coming.” He gave her a warm smile, placing his hand over her’s.

“(Y/N/N)!” a voice shouted causing (Y/N) to jump slightly pulling her attention away from Spencer. Her mother smiled happily, she was beyond excited to hear that (Y/N) was bringing Spencer as her date. The two exited the car retrieving their luggage from the trunk. 

“Hey mom!” (Y/N) shouted as she closed the trunk watching as Spencer waved hello to her mother.

“Hi Mrs.(Y/L/N).” 

“Oh Spencer! How have you been? Come in get settled Steven and I are treating you two to dinner tonight!” She watched as her mother followed Spencer into the house, it would be an understatement if I said my mom loved Spencer.

I mean who wouldn’t?

Later that night when they had gone out to dinner they just so happened to run into one of her family members that every so gladly invited themselves to dinner. 

And the immediate question was, “So (Y/N), who’s this?” that lead to a somewhat awkward dinner. You know how everyone has that one favorite cousin? Then there was that one cousin that was a tattle-tale and much of a show off? That was the cousin that was at dinner tonight. 

“This is Doctor. Spencer Reid, he’s my partner. I-I mean the partner on my team, a-

“So what I’m hearing is you’re single?” Gwen questioned causing (Y/N) to gasp lightly watching as Spencer shifted in his seat “Um- well yeah but-” his voice had gone up a couple octaves. Drawing his hand away from the table watching as Gwen’s cheeks tinted a deep red.

“Gwen quit it, you’re making him uncomfortable!” (Y/N) snapped annoyed with her cousin’s behavior. This was the last thing she wanted Spencer to feel, uncomfortable. She didn’t want Spencer to think he made a mistake, before she could say anymore he glanced at her for a second before whispering “It’s okay.” If only she could strangle Gwen right here, right now. The table was filled with awkward silence, (Y/N) mother chuckled lightly before quickly changing the subject “So, who’s ready for tomorrow?”

-

The only thing (Y/N) always looked forward to was the reception. Her least favorite part was the ceremony where most of her family members would be asking her one too many questions. She had spent half of her morning mentally preparing herself for what’s to come today. What she was not prepared for was the suit Spencer had worn, well the velvet suit jacket to be exact. It had matched perfectly with the red dress she had worn.

Spencer sat with (Y/N) siblings watching as she chased around her niece and nephews, “I’m gonna get you!” she shouted causing her niece to squeal loudly running father away from her aunt. (Y/N) had always gotten along with kids, they’d easily adjust to her. When they had cases dealing with kids, it would either be Spencer, JJ, or (Y/N) to be the ones to talk to them.

“Remind me, the next time Garcia tries to get me to go to a shoe sale I need to say no.” (Y/N) spoke in between breaths settling next to Spencer, Wonderful tonight began to play bringing almost everyone to the dance floor. She took ahold of his hand dragging him up from his seat, “Spence we need to join them!” 

The sound of his heart beat was music to her ears, beating softly. The feeling of being so close to him, left butterflies in her stomach. It felt so, domestic? It’s not an everyday thing to dance with Spencer Reid.

“Do you see yourself having kids some day?”

(Y/N) pulled her head away from his chest looking up at him with a raised brow. That was a bit out of the blue.

“Just the way you interact with your niece and nephews, you’re good with kids. i’ve noticed that when we work on cases dealing with kids. you’re patient with them.” Spencer glanced down at her, she looks so beautiful.

(Y/N) sighed lightly before answering, “Yeah, ideally... I want to have kids by the time I’m thirty and well, I have three more years to make that happen.”

Spencer hummed at her response allowing (Y/N) to continue.

“My parents... they had told my siblings and I that I would be the first to have kids, and well-“

Her eyes gaze over to her older sister whom was the first to have kids, her beautiful niece and nephew. Seated at the same table her brother whom was recently engaged and his fiancée awaiting their first child.

And now her younger sister wouldn’t be too far behind.

“I’m not a profiler, but aren’t those two completely oblivious about their feelings for one another?” Isabelle commented watching as her sister dance with her date.

“That’s what I was thinking the entire time! The FBI should hire us, we’re good!” Cole exaggerated lifting his hand for Isabelle to high-five.

(Y/N) turned her attention away from her siblings back to look at Spencer. If only she could hear her siblings conversation.

“I’m gonna be the last to get married.” she said with a light chuckle.

There was no one to blame, i mean at this point she was married to her job and she knew the pros and cons. But there’s still time for her, time to find someone, to have kids.

“What about you doc? Do you want little geniuses?”

Spencer sighed lightly moving his right hand that was resting on her waist taking ahold of her left, spinning her around.

He held her hand for a moment swaying the two from side to side, “Of course, as much as I love being a godfather.. I wanna have kids of my own. An entire soccer team as one may say.”

That was something the two had in common, being a godparent. (Y/N) loved spoiling her goddaughter, even before she was asked to be the godmother.

(Y/N) giggled at his response, any woman would be lucky enough to have a child with Spencer. He’d make a wonderful father, he’d be ever so patient with his little boy or girl.

“Well your future wife is in for it.”

He felt a slight tug on his suit jacket, he looked down to see (Y/N) niece Lyrical, “I wanna dance.” the four year old said moreover demanded.

(Y/N) gasped lightly before letting go of Spencer’s right hand and moved to wrap her arms around him.

“No he’s mine.” she joked sticking her tug out at the four year old.

If he was standing in front of a mirror right now, he’d be as red as a tomato.

“No! My boyfriend!” Lyrical huffed wrapping her chubby arms around her chest with a pout. That was something Lyrical basically established during prior visits.

Whenever they’d have cases in Vegas the night before they leave the team goes to hangout with (Y/N) family. Her second family meeting her well family

(Y/N) drew back her arms from him as she looked between Spencer and her niece, “So- who’s it gonna be loverboy?”

Spencer hummed at her question before picking up Lyrical causing her to giggle lightly wrapping her arms around his neck swaying from side to side.

She held onto him, her fingers slightly tugged at the back of his hair. (Y/N) smiled, the warm fuzzy feeling she felt earlier was back again.

If Spencer’s first born child is a girl, she’d have him wrapped around her fingers before she was born.

She walked up to her niece peppering kisses onto her chubby cheeks earning a burst of laughter, the song changed into a more upbeat rhythm causing almost everyone to come to the dance floor.

“So, who was going to tell me they were dating?” Scarlet questioned, walking over to sit at the same table her siblings were seated. Isabelle snorted reaching for the glass of water in front of her.

“Why would we? They aren’t dating.. yet.” Cole answered sarcastically earning a slap to the back of his head. He glared at his younger sister, “I answered your question why did you have to hit me!” Scarlet shrugged lightly taking a sip from her champagne glass.

(Y/N) looked over to her siblings, who were bickering as usual.

“I’m gonna go sit for a bit.” Spencer nodded watching as she walked back to sit with her siblings before turning his attention back to the four year old.

“Woah Lyrical stole your date.” Cole snickered causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes playfully, “I know, better watch out she’s gonna have boys waiting on her beck and call.” The table rose with laughter, as they moved onto a different topic.

It felt like old times, sitting around with her siblings as they talked about childhood memories and embarrassing moments. She needed to come home more often instead of having them fly out to only spend a day or two.

Her eyes gazed over to Spencer and her niece who were stilling dancing, that warm fuzzy feeling. It’s unexplainable. She couldn’t help but imagine, what if. What if her and Spencer do end up together? Oh would their daughter be his princess. He would do anything for her. Whoever get’s to be the future Mrs.Reid would be the luckiest women in the world, his kids would be blessed with such a wonderful dad.

Scarlet looked over to her older sister who was too deep in thought as she watched her date dance with their niece. She couldn’t help but notice the smile that tugged at (Y/N) lips.

“So does that mean you’re next?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her train of thought coming to a screeching halt. Next?

“For?” (Y/N) questioned back, unsure of what Scarlet was trying to lead on.

“You and that handsome Doctor Reid.”

(Y/N) eyes widened causing her to shake her head from left to right, “What? No no, we’re just friends.” she tried to suppress the smile that dared to paint over her lips.

Her siblings look between each other before bursting into a fit of laughter, “Sure keep telling yourself that.” Cole spoke in between his laughter.

Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms over her chest before responding “Hey! We’re just friends.” 

Cole leaned back into his chair raising a brow at her, “So, you’re telling us you don’t have any feelings for him? Zero, nada, zilch?” she glared at Cole kicking his ankle lightly. He winced at the sudden action reaching down to sooth his ankle.

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

Isabelle rose her brow at her younger sister, “You’re doing that thing.” If there was one thing she was bad at it would be lying. You’d think for a profiler she’d be better at lying and would be able to keep a poker face.

“What thing?”

Scarlet sighed loudly, “(Y/N) you may be a profiler but, we’re your siblings we know when you’re lying.” That only caused (Y/N) to scoff loudly and shake her head at her siblings.

Why are they attacking me right now?

“You cross your arms over your chest and you smile, A LOT it’s kinda no it IS creepy. Plus you get defensive, like very defensive.” Cole pointed out only for the rest of her siblings to agree.

Let’s forget what I said early about visiting more often. They can continue flying out to D.C.

(Y/N) got up from her seat slipping her heels back on causing Cole to flinch slightly, growing up the only boy meant dealing (Y/N) scared him. A lot.

 “I wasn’t going to hit you ass clown!”

Maybe, just maybe she was spending a bit too much time with Rossi.

 “I’m gonna go for a little walk.” 

The three siblings looked between each other. If there was something she knew all too well of doing it was avoiding her feelings. Not opening up to others, building walls high enough so no one can look over and see what she’s feelings or thinking. 

“Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be said!”

It felt like deja vu. 

Emily had told her the exact same thing a few days ago.

"Oh my sweet angel face (Y/N)! You and boy wonder are blind!” Penelope slurred as she attempted to place her glasses on (Y/N) face. JJ couldn’t help but laugh at Garcia’s actions.

“My vision is 20/20 as a matter of fact!” (Y/N) answered earning another laugh from Emily, “Pen is right you know? Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be-”

“Hey, you missed the bouquet toss.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times before looking up to see Spencer.

“Did you know the tossing the bouquet is a tradition that stems from England. Women used to try to rip pieces of the bride's dress and flowers in order to obtain some of her good luck. Today the bouquet is tossed to single women with the belief that whoever catches it will be the next to marry.”

This was one of the many things she loved about Spencer. The amount of knowledge he holds in that huge brain of his. Usually the team isn’t much of a fan when he rambles on but, you loved it. The way he uses his hands to explain what he was thinking, or how he basically has an answer for well everything.

“Who caught the bouquet?”

He chuckled lightly taking a seat next to her, “Well Scarlet kinda threw it at me and said you know what to do. But your mom made her redo it, got a laugh out of everyone though.”

“Pretty sure you’re suppose to catch the garter.” (Y/N) giggled turning her head slightly to look up at Spencer who was laughing along with her. There was a sudden cool breeze causing her to wrap her arms around her chest.

“I knew I should’ve brought my jacket.”

Spencer shrugged off his dress jacket draping it over her shoulders. It was ever so slightly bigger on her she slipped her arms through the sleeves

“Thank you... and another thank you for being my date. I really hat- dislike attending weddings.”

“Did you know the first recorded evidence of marriage ceremonies uniting one woman and one man dates from about 2350 B-“

Her eyes fell towards the ground in front of her. Fixated on the shoes he was currently using.

The converse she had bought him for his 30th birthday, well belated 30th birthday. Not only was he using the converse she bought him but the mismatching socks as well. The team had been called to San Francisco to investigate a possible Zodiac Killer copycat. There was something up with Spencer however, he was quieter than usual. 

But it was only because he had doubts on why he’s in the FBI, questioning that he should be doing something more in his life with the amount of knowledge he had accumulated over the years. The team didn’t even realize they had missed his 30th birthday, and (Y/N) felt so bad for it. She was the one to always bring in the birthday boy or gal their favorite donuts and a cup of coffee. 

When the team had gotten back to Quantico she had stopped by to get him a new pair of converse and of course mis-matched socks.

“How did I not notice you’re using the shoes and socks I gifted you?”

His brows furrowed,“Is something wrong (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) sighed ignoring his question “I read that a crush only last four months. But if it last longer you are considered to be in love. is that true?”

“Actually, many people often mistake crushes and infatuation with love. The initial feelings of crush and falling in love are very similar. The rush of euphoria happens in both cases. The butterflies, and the feelings of pure joy at the sight of them happens in both cases. It’s easy to see how the two are mistaken for love because the feelings are so intense, but there is a difference. Crushes and infatuation go hand in hand, and are very similar-

He paused for a second catching his breath before continuing, “-a crush is defined as a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone inappropriate or unattainable. Infatuation is defined as an intense but short lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

Involuntarily she rest her head against his shoulder, “What about love?” she questioned. You glanced up for a second watching as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

“Love is truly seeing and accepting their object of affection. It’s an intense feeling of deep affection. to be patient and understanding, love is forgiving. It desires a deep connection. When we truly love someone, we see their flaws, and we accept them. there are thoughts of a future together, and realistic expectations of ea-“

JJ sighed, “Just tell him say I love you. Not as a friend. But I love you, on a deeper connection. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m in love with you.” her eyes fluttered shut, her heart was pounding in her ears, she felt Spencer tense at what she had just said. Oh god did I make a mistake?

She pulled her head away from his shoulder, tell him why just tell him.

“You’re the most sweetest, yet awkward guy I know. Not only are you sweet, you’re also so smart. I love to hear you ramble on about, honestly anything. You’re so caring, and kind. It hurts me when you beat yourself up, I just want to hug you and tell you why you’re wrong and tell you that I love-” 

Spencer placed his hands on her cheeks pulling her into a slow passionate kiss, everything happened so quickly it took her a moment to process what was happening. Wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss, the feeling was so surreal.

He pulled away slowly his hands still on her cheeks as he rest his forehead against hers, “I love you too.” he spoke as he stared into her (Y/E/C). (Y/N) smiled from ear to ear, stealing another kiss from Spencer.

“Finally!” a voice spoke startling the two. (Y/N) peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see Cole standing there with well the rest of her siblings, oh yeah she was never going to hear the end of this. 

[popcornanon]

Metal, Part 1

A/N: the backstory to my ‘Glass’ story, also I never know what to title my writings lol

Warnings: blood, gore, physical and sexual assault

BAU Team x Reader

Hotch x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Hotch, Morgan and you were crammed into the booth with the best vantage point of the bar. This bar, The Black Cat, was one of the three bars young brunette women disappeared from, only to be later found brutally beaten, sexually assaulted and wrists slit. The bar was packed tight with college students fresh from a university football game. Reid had, of course, decided to stay back at the precinct since bars weren’t really his ‘scene’. He felt he was more helpful going over the files and narrowing down the profile with Rossi.

Morgan’s eyes were trained on the front entrance of the bar as he took a sip of his ginger ale. Hotch’s eyes moved through the room like he was reading a page in a book. His hand fidgeted with his glass.

The bar seemed to become hot and humid with all the sweaty bodies constantly moving around. You scooted out of the booth and told the guys you were going out for some air. You had also wanted to check out the taxi situation to see if the drivers had noticed anything out of the ordinary.

“I’ll come with you.” Hotch yelled slightly over the music.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.” You yelled back. Hotch saw the look on your face and read that you’d rather go alone for some quiet and fresh air. He settled back into his seat.

You made your way pushing through the crowd towards JJ and Emily. You quickly informed them of your plan as you kept pushing to the door before they could argue. Finally once you were outside, you positioned yourself under the awning of the bar off to the side. The cool air felt wonderful on your skin as you breathed in the night. The rain was a sprinkle now and several taxi cabs lined the street waiting for potential customers. You looked at your phone to see the time. It was just after 2:00 am. You were hoping last call would be soon and Hotch would allow the team to return to the hotel for a few hours of rest. You shifted on your feet as you regretted not packing your more comfortable shoes. The new shoes had started to ache the soles of your feet and you were dying to kick them off and crawl into your mediocre hotel bed.

You decided to pace the front of the outside of the bar. You tried to determine different vantage points the unsub may have used. As you get closer to the alley to the left of the bar, an arm reached out and wraps around your neck. You knew what this was and you refused to go down without a fight. The attacker pulled you into the darkness. Derek has always described you as small but feisty and you were going to show this unsub just how feisty you could be. His hand now covered your mouth to keep you from yelling out and alerting close by-standers. As the man struggled for something in his pocket, you placed your left foot behind his and twisted to break out of the hold. You broke free but he grabbed your shirt and yanked you back into the alley. You tried for your gun but suddenly a foul smelling cloth covered your mouth. The unsub held you hard against a dumpster. You felt your body begin to weaken despite of your protests. But you didn’t lose consciousness, just lost control of your own body. You leaned on the man as he held you up. Carefully, he unholstered your gun and gently placed it on the alley floor. Your vision began to blur at the edges and the lights blared brightly. You shoved your phone into your pants as best as you could. The man wrapped your arm around his neck as he half carried you to the line of taxis. After deciding on the taxi farthest from the bar door, he smoothly slid you into the backseat of the cab behind the driver. The attacker began casually talking to the driver.

“Whew, what a night! Think my wife drank a bit too much.”  He said as he closed the car door.  “She’s a bit of a lightweight, if you know what I mean.”

The driver chuckled and the unsub gave an address you heard but couldn’t decipher. A phone rang out and for a second you thought it was yours but the attacker answered his own. While he was distracted, you shoved your own phone down a crevice of the taxi seat. You desperately hope someone would find it. You began to fade in and out, hearing only bits and pieces of the unsub’s conversation.  

“Yeah, I can get you the paperwork…sorry babe…got to stop at work for some things. Hey buddy, change of address.”

The rest of the ride was a dizzying fight to stay awake. The cab soon stopped outside a dark warehouse with one dim lightbulb lighting the entrance.

“You want me to wait?” The driver asked.

“Nah, I’ll be awhile. Come on, honey.” He said supporting you and paying the taxi in cash.

The taxi drove off and as soon as you were forced through the door, a powerful punch landed square in your face and you were on the ground. Before you could even register the pain from the blow and the now blood seeping from you nose, you were being dragged through a hallway, down a stairwell, and into a basement. Momentarily you were on your feet only to be pushed down again onto a cold concrete floor. The man began kicking you in the abdomen. The pain was close to blinding now.  

“FBI…huh…not that impressive.” He commented as he circled his prey. “You’ve been gone, what, 20 minutes. Have they even noticed you’re gone?” He landed another kick to your side, this one just as powerful as the others. You began to cough violently.

“How about some music?” Raging heavy metal boomed through the empty basement. Your head rang from what was bound to be a concussion now from all the hits.

He turned you on your back and for the first time you saw your attacker’s face. His eyes were steely blue yet dark with perversion. He straddled you and carried out several more punches to your face and jaw. Red filled your sight and you choked on the blood that rose in your throat. He leaned down to your ear and whispered with his hot breath.

“How about we have some fun before your friends show up?” And the unmistakable sound of a belt unbuckling echoed as a pause in songs happened.  

~ ~ ~

Back at the bar, last call had been called ten minutes ago and there was no sign of you. The team gathered outside of the entrance of the bar.

“I’ve called several times.” JJ said as she hung up her phone. “What if she went back to the precinct?”

“Without telling us?” Morgan stated the obvious.

“No, Reid said she wasn’t there.” Prentiss hung up her own phone.

“I’m calling her again.” JJ shook her head and pressed dial once more.

A balding heavy set men grunted as he got out of his cab to dig in the back of his car. He held up a ringing familiar phone and before JJ could say anything, Hotch was springing over to the taxi. The team following his steps.

“Was that in your passenger seat?” Hotch questioned.

“Uh, yeah think that couple must have left it.”

“What couple?”

“A man and his lady…lady was pretty much out of it. Said she drank too much.”

“Did she look like this?” Emily pulled up a picture of the team at the annual triathlon on her phone. She pointed to your zoomed in smiling picture.

“Yeah, that’s her…ah don’t tell me that was her ex?” The driver asked.

“No, much worse.” Derek mumbled.

“Where did you take them?” Hotch said trying to maintain his voice.

“A warehouse. The guy said it was his office.”  

“We need that address now.” Hotch got his phone out and called Reid. “Reid, we need SWAT and police at this address. We’ll most likely will need EMS too. He has (Y/N).”

~ ~ ~

It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe as you gasped. He was still on top of you. But now he had a knife out and was lightly dragging it across your stomach. Your chest ached, you could tell your ribs were bruised or broken from fighting him.

“Now, for the final performance…my favorite.” He announced.  

He plunged the knife into your lower abdomen as you gasped and coughed. Your body was close to being paralyzed from the pain. He continued stabbing at random places on your torso.

“The piece de resistance!” You could feel the blade drive down your forearm on both wrists, one at a time. He was finishing his MO: slit wrists.

Th CD was now finished with its songs and the faint echoing of sirens filled the musty air. The unsub whipped his head to look in a darkened corner where a shadow moved and the creaking of a door hinge originated.

“Well, funs over now. Ta-ta!” And with that you were left alone.

Your hands and legs began to numb and you struggled to breathe through the blood. Your vision was blurred with crimson. Suddenly, a familiar face peered down into yours. More faded into view. Then mouths moved but the sound was slurred and slow, almost echoing through empty space but unintelligible. Pressure built on your stomach and arms. Your eyes were open, barely processing the chaos surrounding you. Everything went white and suddenly you were in the back of a tall vehicle watching orange lights reflect off objects. A mask covered your mouth and nose but did little to improve your breathing. Your eyes wandered to your side where a grimace of a face was. His umber eyes on yours and you thought to yourself: I don’t have shoes on…when did I take my shoes off?

You attempted to sit up but immense pain and pressure forced you down. The pressure coming from the hands of the umber eyed face. You stared confusingly at the face. It said something but you didn’t understand the words. They were muffled and far away. Your eyes wandered again to your bloodied bandaged left hand and saw the face’s hand in yours. This seemed to confuse you more. You raised your free hand to the hissing mask and removed it as you tried to free yourself from the cords. You began to cry as more hands pushed you gently but forcibly down. You were so tired and weak and confused. A hand reached to your arm and your eyes fluttered closed and all was quiet and still.

[spoookymuulders]

you make my heart beat like the rain

read it on ao3 here total word count: 29,635 chapter word count: 4,806 WARNINGS: mentions of bruises and abuse, alcohol, panic attacks, claustrophobia

chapter eight. you a star you can touch the sky. in which the girls go out for the night.

November

           Halloween comes and goes, and with its passing comes cooler weather and Thanksgiving decorations and plans. Penelope insists on decorating the entire sanctuary for every holiday imaginable, and Abby doesn’t usually have any complaints about that. Today, however, that requires her retrieving the box of Thanksgiving decorations from the closet in the back room. She hovers in front of the closet, glowering at the door - something about this tiny room has always given her the heebie-jeebies.

           If she’s being entirely honest, the whole sanctuary gives her the heebie-jeebies sometimes; there’s a reason she tries not to stay after dark. She always feels like someone (or something) is watching her, and she’s definitely heard some shit in the past when she’s been here, locking up at night. Exhaling quietly, she steels herself - it’s the middle of the day and it’s just a damn closet, Abigail , she tells herself - and steps forward. She pushes the door of the closet open, grimacing as she steps inside. Standing on her toes, she grabs the box she needs and turns around as the door swings shut behind her. Eyes widening, she drops the box and hurries forward, tugging on the handle.

           “No no no no-“ she breathes, twisting the handle again. “No, come on, please-“

           It’s stuck. It’s never gotten stuck before, but of course it gets stuck the one time she actually has to go into the closet and she’s alone at work. And of course she left her phone on the counter, she realizes as she pats her pockets frantically. She can feel the panic rising in her chest as she yanks on the handle desperately. “Open, dammit!” She cries, feeling tears sting her eyes, and sinks down to sit on an overturned bucket, putting her head between her knees.

           She’s not entirely sure how long she’s been stuck in the closet when she hears the main door open, the bells above it tinkling brightly. She leaps to her feet, straining her ears to see if she can figure out who’s here. It’s Emily’s voice that floats towards her, muffled through the door.

           “Abby? Penelope?” Emily calls. She frowns, looking around, and jumps when she hears pounding coming from the back.

           “Emily!” Abby shrieks, slamming her hands against the closet door. “Emily! Help, I’m stuck!” She hears Emily’s boots come closer and stop in front of the closet. She watches the knob jiggle for a moment and can almost see the frown on Emily’s face.

           “What happened, Ab?” She asks. Abby shakes her head, feeling a fresh wave of tears.

           “I don’t know!” She sobs, “I came in to get something and it closed behind me and it’s never gotten stuck before but I’ve been in here for ages and I can’t breathe-“

           “Okay, okay, Abby, it’s okay.” Emily says quickly, her voice gentle. “I’m gonna call Derek, okay? He can help us get the door off the hinges or something.” Abby hears the clicking of Emily’s boots move away from the door and she presses closer.

           “Don’t go!” She says desperately. Emily stops in her tracks, turning back around.

           “I’m not going anywhere, Abs, I promise.” She calls through the door. Abby’s heart rate slows just so as she hears Emily talk to Derek on the phone for a moment, her shadow pacing back and forth in front of the door.

****

           Callie has been spending more time at the B&B than at her own apartment lately - not that she’s complaining. She likes spending time with her boys, as she’s begun referring to the Hotchners (only internally, of course). Today, she shows up for lunch and hangs out with Jack while Hotch runs out to do some grocery shopping, the two of them settling in front of the fireplace with a bucket full of legos as a cool November breeze makes the windows rattle gently. Jack looks up with a grimace, watching the trees outside warily.

           “My mom used to call that big wind .” She says gently. “It make you nervous?” Jack wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.

           “Nuh-uh.” He says, pushing two legos together. Callie chuckles softly and sets her legos aside, pulling herself up to the window seat and patting the spot beside her.

           “C’mere.” She says softly. Jack stands and clambers into the seat beside Callie, tucking himself into her side. Callie settles an arm around him gently and shifts so she’s reclining against the wall, Jack nuzzling close to her as she draws her fingers through his hair slowly. “I used to get freaked out during thunderstorms ‘cause the wind could get so strong. My mom would play with my hair and sing to me to distract me while it blew. Now thunderstorms are one of my favorite things ever.”

           “What’d she sing?” Jack asks softly, looking up at Callie, his eyes already drooping. Callie hums, resting her cheek to Jack’s hair and thinking for a moment. She decides on one of her favorites, an old Norah Jones song, and sings softly. Jack, despite all his protests that he’s not at all tired or nervous, is asleep within minutes, and Callie isn’t far behind him.

           When Hotch returns from the grocery store, he hurries inside, head ducked to avoid getting the first few drops of rain in his eyes as the sky spits them out. He shakes his hair out as he nudges the door shut, frowning thoughtfully - the house is almost eerily quiet. Shedding his jacket and putting the groceries down, he peers into the living room, his heart squeezing painfully.

           Callie is curled up in the window seat, Jack tucked into her side, burrowed close to her. Hotch feels tears well in his eyes and he blinks them back quickly, slipping into the kitchen to put the groceries away. When he slips back into the living room, Callie and Jack have shifted just so, Jack throwing one arm around Callie’s neck and snuffling in his sleep. He grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and settles it over the two of them, then sinks down to sit beside the window seat, resting his head against the cushion and closing his eyes. The feel of gentle fingertips against his forehead makes him open his eyes and he hums softly, meeting Callie’s gaze.

           “Hey.” She whispers.

           “Hey.” He whispers back. Callie smiles softly and brushes her fingers against Hotch’s cheek gently. He sighs softly, closing his eyes again.

           “Don’t stay down there. You’ll mess up your neck sitting like that.” Callie murmurs. Before Hotch can argue that his neck will be fine, Callie is shifting around, careful not to wake Jack, and patting the now-empty spot beside her. Hotch stares at the cushion for a moment before pulling himself up and settling onto it. Callie leans over instantly and tucks herself against his side, and he winds an arm around her slowly. As Callie drifts back to sleep, she mumbles, “Mm. ‘s the best.”

           “What’s the best?” Hotch asks softly, a small smile touching his lips.

           “This. Spending time with my boys.” She hums. Before Hotch can ask what she means, she’s sound asleep again, her chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths. He stares down at her, his stomach in his throat.

           Her boys .

           She called them her boys .

           He watches her nuzzle her cheek against the crown of Jack’s head, and he’s not sure if the fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach is butterflies or anxiety.

****

           Derek’s voice joins Emily’s very suddenly.

           “Hey, sweetheart, how ya doin’?” He asks through the door.

           “Not good.” Abby says miserably. Derek nods, looking over the door. She can hear him conferring with Emily for a moment - something about the hinges being on the wrong side.

           “Alright, I need you to step up against one of the side walls, okay? Get as far away from the door as you can.” Abby does as she’s told, calling an affirmative to Derek when he asks if she’s out of the way.

           Whatever she was expecting, it was not Derek Morgan kicking down the door . But that’s exactly what he does, and Abby shrieks as it swings quickly inwards and banggs against the wall. As soon as it’s out of the way, she rushes out of the closet. Emily catches her easily, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman, and rubs her back slowly as Abby clings to her.

           “Hell of a way to come out of the closet.” Emily says, smiling gently, and Abby, despite her slowly dissipating anxiety, laughs against Emily’s shoulder. “What were you looking for in here, anyways?” Emily asks, looking over Abby’s shoulder.

           “Penelope wanted me to get the Thanksgiving decorations.” Abby says, glaring over her shoulder at the box in question. Emily hums, opening her mouth, but Abby continues. “I had to get up on the stool to get it ‘cause I’m too short to reach the stupid top shelf.”

           Emily laughs softly at that, covering her mouth when she hears Abby scoff indignantly against her shoulder. Abby straightens and pushes her hair back, trying her hardest to look like she hasn’t just spent the last half-hour in a closet crying on and off. Turning to Derek, she gives him a small smile and thanks him quietly, shuffling over when he opens his arms.

           “Tell Penelope I’ll replace the door myself, okay?” He says gently, rubbing Abby’s back. She steps back and nods, and Derek squeezes her shoulders, smiling. He steps away and grabs the box of decorations Abby had been going after in the first place, carrying them to the counter and winking playfully, then throws a wave over his shoulder and slips out of the sanctuary. Abby exhales loudly and Emily leans against the counter, watching her.

           “So we’re a little claustrophobic, huh?” She asks. Abby glowers at her.

           “Don’t start.” She huffs, grimacing. Emily chuckles, lifting her hands in surrender, and Abby moves to stand next to her, twisting her sleeve absently. “Thank you for staying with me.” Emily’s eyes soften and she smiles gently, reaching out to tug at the end of one of Abby’s braids gently.

           “Don’t mention it.” She says. Abby smiles up at her, then pushes onto her toes and presses a kiss to Emily’s cheek quickly. Emily blinks as Abby steps away to grab the box of decorations. As Abby digs through the box and starts pulling out decor, Emily touches her cheek, a goofy smile finding its way to her lips.

****

Groupchat with: Penelope Garcia, Zoe Collins, JJ ♡, Callie Williams, Abby Williams, Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia 12:30 PM

We’re still on for girl’s night tonight, right?

Zoe Collins 12:30 PM

I’m in for sure!

JJ ♡ 12:31 PM

I’m in too! Henry and Jack are having a sleepover I guess, so Will’s gonna hang with them.

Callie Williams 12:32 PM

I’ll be there. Are we meeting at your place, Pen?

Abby Williams 12:32 PM

Em and I are in!

Penelope Garcia 12:50 PM

YAY :) @Callie yes! We’ll pregame and get ready at my place!

Zoe Collins 12:51 PM

We’re pregaming???

Penelope Garcia 12:55 PM

DUH

Penelope Garcia 12:55 PM

See you later ladies!! ♡♡♡♡

Penelope Garcia changed the name of the group to Callahan Cuties

Emily Prentiss 12:56 PM Absolutely not

Penelope Garcia changed the name of the group to Emily Prentiss Is A Party Pooper >:(

           Zoe exhales, staring at her phone. She hasn’t been out for a girls night in.. She can’t remember how long. But it’s been a long, long time. The last time she was out late, she ended up with a cast on her left wrist, so the prospect of going out with the girls tonight makes her nervous to say the least. But she tries to shake the fear out of herself; there’s no reason to be afraid. No one is going to hurt her for going out. Not anymore.

           However, she might hurt herself trying to find the outfit she wants to wear tonight. She can picture it perfectly in her head - it’s one she’s wanted to wear for ages but she hasn’t been able to. Now, for the first time in a long time, she’s not covered in bruises that she needs to hide, and she’s going to wear it if it’s the last thing she does, dammit. She squints at the assortment of blouses in her closet, hands on her hips - how hard can it be to find the one blouse she doesn’t wear to school?

           The light from the window shines on green satin and she lets out a triumphant noise, jumping forward and pulling the blouse off its hanger. She tosses it onto her bed with a pair of jeans and digs out her favorite pair of heels, setting them by the door, then glances up when her phone buzzes on her dresser again. Tying her hair into a lazy bun, she grabs it, her heart stuttering when she sees Spencer’s name pop up on the screen. She unlocks the phone, twisting her lip as she reads his message.

Spencer Reid 4:15 PM

Are you busy right now?

Zoe Collins 4:15 PM

I was just starting to get ready for girl’s night. What’s up?

Spencer Reid 4:15 PM

Can I stop over? I have something for you.

           Zoe’s heart stutters again and she texts back an affirmative as the ever-present butterflies take up their residence in her stomach again. They’ve talked since harvest fest, but they’ve both danced around the kiss so much that sometimes Zoe almost wonders if it actually happened. But then she remembers the way his hands felt against her cheeks and the way he tasted like cider and donuts and cinnamon-sugar and her cheeks burn bright red all over again.

           She putters around, making herself look somewhat more presentable, and jumps when the doorbell rings. Exhaling quietly, she pads to the door and pulls it open, giving Spencer a small smile.

           “Hi.” He says warmly. Zoe returns the greeting, stepping aside to let him in, and rocks on her feet. “How are you?”

           “I’m good!” She says, almost too quickly. Her cheeks flush again and she smiles sheepishly. “I’m good. Penelope planned a girl’s night for us tonight, and I haven’t done a girls night in ages.” Spencer nods, smiling.

           “Sounds like fun!” He says. Clearing his throat, he shuffles his feet for a moment, then holds out a small package.

           “What’s this for?” Zoe asks, taking it. Spencer shrugs, his cheeks turning pink now.

           “Open it.”

           Zoe does as she’s told, tearing the paper carefully and flipping it over. She grins when she realizes what it is - The Ordinary Princess , the book she’d told him about the day they’d pulled over in the rain. Before she can thank him, he reaches out and flips the cover open, and she looks over the title page.

           “It’s a first edition.” He tells her, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he points to the year of publication.

           “Where’d you find this?” She asks softly, brushing her fingers over the worn pages slowly. She flips through them, smiling softly as she spies a handful of scribbled notes in corners of pages.

           “It was at the bookshop.” He says, shrugging. Zoe looks up at him, her heart swelling.

           “Spencer..” She says softly, biting the inside of her lip for a moment. He smiles sweetly at her, his nose crinkling just so, and any resolve she’s been trying to uphold crumbles. Before she loses her nerve, she steps closer and curls her fingers in Spencer’s purple scarf, using it to pull him closer as she pushes onto her toes to kiss him.

           His heart soars and he wraps his arms around Zoe’s waist, pulling her flush against him as her arms wind around his neck. When they break apart, Zoe lifts one hand to brush Spencer’s cheek gently, her eyes roaming over his face slowly.

           “Nobody’s ever gotten me anything like this before.” She whispers. Spencer smiles sheepishly, shrugging.

           “I saw it and I thought of you.” He murmurs. Zoe feels her throat tighten for a moment, and she drops the book carefully onto the couch behind Spencer before dragging him down for another kiss. His hands slide up her back and she sighs into his mouth. A shiver runs down Spencer’s spine as he leans back, and Zoe shifts her hands to cup his cheeks, her forehead resting against his as she catches her breath.

           “I have to get ready.” She breathes. Spencer hums softly, dipping his head to kiss her again. She smiles against his mouth, returning the kiss before leaning away. “Come over later.”

           Spencer opens his eyes, watching her for a moment, then lifts his hand to brush his knuckles against her cheek delicately. A small smile touches his lips and he nods, leaning down to steal one final kiss before he slips out. Zoe closes the door behind him, leaning against it and putting her face in her hands for a moment, unable to stop the smile that overtakes her or the fluttering in her chest. On the other side of the door, Spencer mirrors her pose, grinning up at the sky as he pushes away and heads for the truck.

****

           How exactly Spencer let himself get roped into a night at the bar, he’s not sure. He’d much rather be at home with a cup of tea, but Derek had threatened to show up at the ranch and drag him to The Alibi by his ear if he didn’t go, so here he is; sitting at a hightop table with Derek and Matt and Hotch as Luke goes up to the updated jukebox that Dave had only installed at Penelope’s (and Krystall’s) insistence.

           And Spencer feels severely overdressed. Well, he is severely overdressed, really. But he’s still wearing what he’d worn earlier today - button down, a bowtie, and a cardigan - and Derek hadn’t exactly given him the option to change. As he sips at his drink, the door to the bar bursts open and Penelope comes in, loudly announcing the arrival of the girls and claiming a booth. The rest of the girls trail in after her, Zoe bringing up the rear with Emily, and Spencer’s breath catches in his throat when he sees her.

           Up until now, he’s only seen her in her teacher outfits - jeans or leggings and fun t-shirts or button downs, flouncy dresses with planets or pencils or all sorts of wild animals printed along the skirts. But tonight she’s in a loose, satiny, green tank top, tucked into black jeans, and she’s wearing black strappy heels that add at least four inches to her height. She locks eyes with him across the bar and offers a small smile and wave, her cheeks flushing. Spencer returns both and clears his throat, sipping at his drink as Luke rejoins them.

           “Did you bring us out tonight just to spy on girls’ night?” Luke asks Derek, squinting at him. Derek laughs, shaking his head.

           “Nah, man. Penelope mentioned they were doin’ a girls night, but I didn’t know they’d be here. Last time they did a girls night they just stayed at Callie’s place and watched romcoms or something.” He says earnestly. “But it looks like someone convinced pretty miss Ellie to come out tonight.” His voice adopts a teasing tone and Luke’s cheeks flush instantly as he searches the group of girls for Ellie. Her dark hair is piled atop her head in a hasty bun and she’s laughing brightly at something being relayed to her with signs. She catches Luke’s eye across the bar and beams at him, waving eagerly. He smiles warmly, waving back and ignoring the teasing from the rest of the guys.

           Penelope, across the bar, makes her way to the jukebox and slides her card, tapping in several songs before going back to the booth and flopping down beside Savannah.

           “Luke Alvez, if you change this song, so help me God I will destroy you!” She shouts as she spies Luke moving for the jukebox. Luke holds his hands up innocently and sinks back into his chair, huffing quietly.

           “Someday she’ll like me, right?” He mutters. “I wasn’t gonna change it.”

           “I wouldn’t count on it, man.” Derek laughs, clapping him on the shoulder. Spencer isn’t paying attention - he’s focused on Zoe as she lets Emily and Penelope drag her to the dance floor reluctantly. As the song goes along, she starts to dance a little more, wiggling her shoulders with a small smile. By the end of the song she’s dancing - moving her feet and everything - and her eyes widen when the song changes and Penelope whoops.

           “Did they just put on a shit ton of Lizzo?” Derek asks, chuckling. Matt shrugs.

           “Lizzo is fun!” Luke says, wiggling in his seat.

           Zoe is getting fully into the music now, leaning forward and singing - more like shouting - along with Penelope. As the songs change again, Spencer feels a smile tug at his lips. This is the most he’s seen Zoe open up since her arrival. It’s amazing to see such a different side of her. The song changes again, and suddenly, in the middle of a chorus, Zoe is dancing towards him, grinning as she sings along. As she sings something about pretty boys in bow ties, she wiggles his bow tie lightly, leaving it slightly askew, and dances away, her hair flying as she spins on her toes and bounces back to Penelope. He stares after her, completely perplexed, and is jerked back to reality when Matt claps him on the shoulder and the other guys start laughing.

****

           As the night wears on, Spencer keeps his eyes on Zoe carefully, wanting to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. He doesn’t know here extremely well yet, but he’s seen JJ and Emily drunk often enough to know that heels plus alcohol doesn’t always end well. As Zoe flounces past the table on JJ’s arm, she grins at Spencer and wiggles her fingers, squeaking when she stumbles over her heel.

           “I’m gonna make sure she gets home okay.” Spencer says suddenly, standing and fixing his still-crooked bowtie. Derek nods and stands as well, giving his friend a hug and clapping him on the shoulder. As Spencer heads for the girls’ table, he can hear Matt and Derek teasing Luke about Ellie, and he smiles.

           “Oh, it’s Spence! Hi Spence!” JJ crows when he approaches. Zoe looks up, grinning and hopping to her feet carefully.

           “Looks like you’re all having fun.” He chuckles, winding an arm around Zoe’s waist on instinct when she wobbles on her feet. She smiles up at him, leaning her cheek against her shoulder, and he looks down, shaking his head fondly. “Hey, I’m gonna take you home, okay?” He says gently. His hand hovers at the small of Zoe’s back and she nods, grabbing her purse and finishing the last of her drink with one swig. She grimaces a little, waving and shouting a goodbye to the girls, then follows Spencer out, still singing. The cool evening air raises gooseflesh along her arms and chest instantly and she giggles at the sensation. “You have fun tonight?” Spencer asks, chuckling quietly as she continues to sing along with the fading music.

           “The most fun ever !” Zoe squeals, turning around to walk backwards in front of him. She stumbles and he catches her quickly.

           “Probably not the best idea you’ve ever had to walk backwards in those shoes.” He says, raising a brow. “Especially when you’re drunk.” Zoe scoffs at him and bounces away, leaning against the nearest lamppost for a moment and tugging her shoes off. “Not quite what I meant.” Spencer chuckles. Zoe falls into step beside him again, barefoot now, looping her arm through his and giggling as a breeze blows tendrils of hair against her collarbones.

           The truck isn’t far away, thankfully, and Spencer opens the passenger door and helps Zoe in when they arrive. Before he can close the door and go to the drivers side, Zoe leans over and puts her hands on his shoulders. He raises his brows, steadying her as she sways forwards.

           “Did you know.” She says, hiccuping in the middle of her sentence. “Did you know that - that Lizzo wrote that song about you !”

           “What are you talking about?” Spencer asks, laughing quietly.

           “That - the - the boys song, the song about boys , dummy!” Zoe says, huffing. “She wrote that line. About the bow ties. She wrote it all - about - you.” She punctuates each of the last three words with a gentle jab of her finger, tapping his nose lightly on you .

           “Did she now?” He asks, brows lifting. Zoe nods, looking immensely pleased with herself, and Spencer shakes his head, smiling fondly. “Move your legs, Zo. I’m closing the door, we gotta get home.” He says gently. Zoe huffs again and shimmies around, drawing her legs to her chest. Spencer shuts the door, satisfied that none of her appendages are going to be sacrificed, then goes around and climbs into the driver's side. The ride back to her apartment is quiet, the silence occasionally broken up by a hiccup or a giggle from Zoe.

****

           He leads Zoe to her room, making sure she’s settled on the edge of the bed and able to change into her pajamas by herself before he goes out to the kitchen, where he fills the largest glass he can find with ice water. He knocks at the door to Zoe’s room, peeking in when she calls the okay, and slips in when he sees that she’s decent. He sets the water on the nightstand as Zoe crawls up the bed, collapsing against the pillows and squirming her way under the blankets.

           Spencer pads into the bathroom and returns with a bottle of Advil, setting it beside the water, and busies himself with tucking Zoe in gently. Satisfied that she’s settled and comfortable, he steps back and flicks the light off.

           “Goodnight, Zoe.” He says softly, padding to the door. He’s about to step out when her voice floats to him from the bed, almost too quiet to be heard.

           “Are you mad?”

           He stops in his tracks, frowning, and turns back around before padding to the bed. He crouches beside it, watching Zoe in the moonlight as she peeks at him through heavy lids, and his heart jerks when he realizes there are tears in her eyes.

           “Why would I be mad?” He whispers, reaching out. She flinches a little and he frowns more, making sure his hand is in her realm of vision and moving slowly as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. She sniffles and shifts the blanket.

           “I got drunk. And we were out late.” She mumbles. Spencer shakes his head, brushing his fingers through Zoe’s hair gently.

           “Why would I be mad, Zo? There’s nothing for me to be mad about.” He tells her softly. His eyes widen when her tears start to fall, and he shifts to sit on the edge of the bed, helping her sit up gently. “Hey, hey. What’s going on, why are you crying?”

           Zoe rubs at her eyes furiously, actively avoiding Spencer’s gaze. “Josh gets mad if I stay out too late. Or if I get drunk.” She says, her voice wavering. “Last time I stayed out too late..” Spencer tips his head, rubbing Zoe’s back slowly. “He got really mad - that’s how I ended up with that cast.”

           Spencer puts two and two together very suddenly, and he sees red. He takes a slow breath in through his nose and shifts closer to Zoe, drawing her into his lap. She lets him move her, settling against him delicately and glancing up when he hooks a finger under her chin gently. His heart breaks to see her so sad and frightened, and he brushes his fingers along her jaw gently before reaching up to brush her hair back again, making sure he moves slowly so as not to scare her again.

           “Zoe, you’re allowed to go out and have fun. You’re allowed to get drunk, you’re not gonna get in trouble for anything.” He tells her. She tears up more and presses her face to his chest, and Spencer wraps his arms around her securely, cupping the back of her head and pressing a kiss to the crown of it. At this moment, he wants nothing more than to find whoever Josh is and beat the living tar out of him, but he holds Zoe closer and rocks her gently.

           “Nobody is going to hurt you.” He promises softly, resting his chin to her hair. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

[actuallyspencerreid]

Follow My Lead

A/N: I don’t know what it it, but I’m not as confident in this one as I am in all of my other fics. idk. I might pull this one completely and rewrite it, but I physically couldn’t work on anything else while this was still a wip, so here it is. 

Requested by technically me, but prompts/title provided by , @suckonmybalz @dracosparselmouthprefect , @ultrarebelheart , @cjameswrite , @dontshootmespence. -- I tried to incorporate all the prompts into one cohesive fic but honestly, i think i just made a mess. 

Word Count: 1k

Tags: @the-unfortunate-fangirl @cynbx @princesswagger15 @obsessivereader36 @hearts-to-the-sky @mantlereid @dreamxcollide @qu3n-elizab3th @hiya-imthatgirl @literallyprentissstwin @bauboywonder @everyday-imfangirling @spencerreidreads @alixcharmedworld @writer-of-camelot @grubler @10kcriminalsatthedisco @extremeobsessions101 @spideysstarks

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“This is Agent Spencer Reid with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I need a SWAT team to 2995 Jefferson Davis Highway in Stafford, Virginia immediately.”

“He called for SWAT in Stafford half an hour ago.” Emily finished strapping her vest on as Penelope spoke. “It looks like they’re headed to a storage facility. I’ve already sent the address to your phones.”

“Thanks Garcia!” Emily hung up her phone before dialling Spencer. He answered on the first ring.

“I’m not leaving her in there Emily.”

“Reid, we’re on our way, just give us five minutes.” She looked over at a Luke, silently begging him to drive faster.

“I can’t do that.” Spencer didn’t wait for her response. He hung up, dropping the phone and stepping on it as he made sure his gun was loaded.

His head wasn’t straight. It’d been almost a day since you’d been snatched. Of course, Chief Cruz had ordered that the BAU not work your case, as it would be a violation of protocol and Internal Affairs was an absolute nightmare to deal with. He couldn’t accept that though.

Emily had ordered that he not be left unattended all day, but he’d previously memorized everyone’s routines and patterns and slipped out during JJ’s watch. He’d left his badge on his desk, knowing that his actions would cost him his job, but he couldn’t let this job cost him the love of his life.

“Agent Reid.”

He turned to the lieutenant and his team. Taking a deep breath, he addressed them. “Before we go in there, I need everyone to understand that I am technically a rogue agent. This operation is very delicate. The orders that I make are purely professional opinion and anyone who fails to listen will be met with disappointment, not to mention a high fatality risk. That being said, does anyone want to pull out?”

They looked around at each other, but no one said anything or left. “Alright then.”

It was at this moment that Spencer realized how the next few minutes of his life might play out. Placing one foot in front of the other, he began his slow journey through the hallways. Nearing his destination, he heard a muffled voice saying something suspiciously close to his name.

--

“You’re a fighter. I like that.”

You stared down the sleaze who’d grabbed you, fists raised. His team lay around you, all unconscious by your hands. You ignored the burn in your knuckles and the soreness all over your body. The adrenaline pumping through your veins made you a lot bolder than you’d normally be.

“You have two choices.” You snarled. “Surrender. Or shut the fuck up and prepare to die.”

“I’m going to--”

You’d charged at him, fist connecting with his jaw before he could finish his sentence. Your knee came up into his groin, making him cry out. You weren’t completely right in the head at this point, swinging and kicking in an effort to keep the upper hand. By the time he finally slumped onto the ground, near dead, you were covered in blood.

“Asshole.”

You reached down and grabbed the keys from his pocket, stepping over him and dragging the door up. Your ears picked up the soft sound of boots.

“Spencer?” You called.

“(Y/N)!” You ran through the dark towards his voice. When you turned the corner, you were greeted by a group of guns pointed directly at you.

“Stand down!” He called immediately. He took in your appearance, a mix of relief and fear -- and arousal -- washing through him. “You’re okay.”

“You didn’t have to bring the whole FBI.” You joked, slowly moving towards them.

He wrapped his arms around you. “Apparently not.”

“Can we please get out of this cold, dark ass hallway?” You muttered, suddenly fatigued.

He laughed, waving the SWAT team to continue looking for the unsubs. “The rest of the team are on their way.”

He led you out. The SUV’s were pulling up as you stepped into the cool autumn air. Wiping the blood from your cheek, you gave your boss a meek smile.

“Unit 268. I don’t know how many of them are still alive.”

No one would ever actually admit it to you, but seeing you like this gave them all a chilling feeling. You were never the person to lead the charge; you stayed at the station when arrests were made and if you had to go into the field, you lingered in the back. You were appalled by death, but you were even more appalled by people who prayed on others. It’s why you joined the FBI.

“Who knew she had this in her?” Emily stood with Spencer, watching you get checked out by the medics.

“Definitely not me.” He chuckled, shifting on his feet.

Looking around, she gave a tired sigh. “Internal Affairs is going to have one hell of a case. Again.”

“I’m sorry, Em.” His voice was low.

“Don’t worry about it.” She slid his badge into hands. “I expect to see the both of you in the morning, bright eyed and bushy haired?”

“You got it.” He plucked the blue folder from her fingers and headed over to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” You chuckled. Gently dismissing the medic, you stood and wrapped your arms around him. “I’m glad you came.”

He rested his chin on your head, rubbing a hand over your back. “I’m glad you took up Morgan on his offer of fighting lessons. You did some serious damage back there.”

You pulled away, seeing your assailants being led away on stretchers. Tears filled your eyes. “I didn’t have any choice, Spence. They kept yelling at me and hitting me and touching me. I just wanted to get away.”

“Shh.” He pulled you back into his arms. “No one is blaming you for whatever happened in there.”

“I shouldn’t have followed that lead on my own.”

“No you shouldn’t have.” He was quiet for a moment before leading you to one of the SUV’s, grabbing the keys from Dave. “At this point, that’s irrelevant. Now we have to go home and get ready for the shitshow that is IA combing through the unit again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reached over and took your hand in his, offering you a small smile. “I’m really proud of you.”

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Coercion - 13

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You are just about to start your new job at the BAU after years of working to get there, when a man you don’t know approaches you with an evil plan and knowledge of every sordid detail of your past. What will you do? Will you give into the man’s demands? Or will you be able to find another way out?

                                                              ----

A gasp ripped through your chest as your eyes popped open. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” Emily said, placing her hand on your arm. “You’re okay.”

Frantically, you looked around the room. Everyone was there, looks of relief painting their tired faces – in stark contrast to yours. Last you remembered, you were cold, warm blood seeping from the hole in what was apparently your arm.

When you glanced to the side, you caught sight of the white bandage. Underneath, you saw a faint tinge of red. “How bad was it?” you asked, placing your hand over the bandage.

“The bullet nicked your brachial artery,” Hotch said, pushing off of the wall and walking toward your side. “You lost a lot of blood, but they patched you up in surgery.”

You allowed your hand to float off of your arm and fall to your side. “Ashton,” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in recognition. “What happened to Ashton?”

“In custody.” Rossi smiled in your direction from his chair in the corner of the room. “Awaiting transport back to the states with us.”

You took a deep breath in. First, you smiled, sighing heavily as what felt like the weight of the world falling off your shoulders. But then you clutched at your throat, the tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you tried to take a deep breath. “Would you guys mind giving me a moment alone?” you asked shakily. They were apprehensive, considering the last time you were alone in a hospital, you had to be watched in order to not take your own life, but when you asked a second time, they agreed.

Slowly but surely, they filed out of the room. The shaking breaths inside you threatened to barge their way out, but you held them in. Spencer was the last one out. He nodded in your direction, the corners of his mouth turning upward as he closed the blinds on his way out. He knew what was coming and knew you wanted privacy to do it 

With the door closed and the blinds shuttered, you let it all out. You pulled your hospital gown up to muffle your screams and cries. Everyone knew what was happening, but you didn’t want the entire hospital hearing you. It was over. He was caught. You could finally start to heal. 

The tears that had pricked at your eyes streamed like hot lava down the sides of your face. Over and over again, you wiped them off, feeling them burn your skin, but they just kept flowing. “Oh my god,” you sobbed out loud.  “It’s over. It’s finally over.” You smiled to yourself, kicking up and down like a child on Christmas morning. When you moved, it rustled your arm, causing a dull pain to emanate its way up your skull, but you didn’t care. You could get into therapy again. You could make amends with your friends. It was finally okay to start that.

For another few minutes, you allowed everything that had been building up over the past month to escape you. Everything hurt. Your body, the tears, every negative emotion you’d had for weeks, but it was okay; you were cleansing your body of the past, and shortly, you had exhausted yourself into some much needed sleep.

---

It was another two hours before you woke from your cry fest. Again, when you awoke, the team was there, having let themselves back in after you’d fallen asleep.  “Hey,” Spencer said softly, “You’re gonna be discharged tomorrow.”

When you got back, Ashton was going to be questioned. “Hotch,” you said. “Can I-?” 

“Yes,” he said without missing a beat. “We’ll be watching outside, but yes.”

The first genuine smile you’d cracked in ages spread across your face. “I’ve got lots of questions.”

A small chuckle resounded from the rest of your team and for a few moments you just reveled in what you assumed was a feeling of peace – contentment. “Hey guys,” Morgan said, turning around to the rest of the team. “Mind if I have a moment alone with Y/N?”

Well, that was nerve-wracking. What could he want to talk to you about? Spencer must’ve noticed the apprehension on your face, because he shot you a glance. “You’re not gonna kill her, are you Morgan?” 

He chuckled. “No, I’m not. I just wanna talk.”

You gave everyone a nod that it was okay to leave, so they did. The tension of not knowing what he wanted to say was weighing heavily on you, so you decided to be the one to break the ice. “So, what’s up, Derek?”

He swallowed hard. “Why did you jump in front of me?” 

In his mind, it must’ve seemed like an honest question, but to you it was so simple. “Because, Derek, after everything that’s happened, the thing’s I’ve done, the circumstances that have befallen me, this team, through it all, I’ve loved you all. I mean it when I say that I was put in a bad position. I chose Spencer because I was…I am in love with him, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t, that I don’t, love every single one of you. I saw you about to get shot, so I jumped. Because I care.” After a few moments of thick silence, you looked up again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said. “What is it?” 

“What would you have done in my shoes?”

A small huff of air escaped his nose as he contemplated your question. More accurately, he tried to form the right words. “If I came where you came from, and was given the ultimatum that you were given, I would’ve chosen Savannah���I’ve been thinking about it…and I think the reason I acted the way I did is because like you, I wouldn’t have thought twice about saving the woman I love. And I think that angers me.”

“Why?”

His eyes opened slightly. “Why? Because I’m an officer of the law. I’m supposed to protect people.”

“But you’re also a man, a husband. You’re almost a father.” You understood what he meant - why he was conflicted, but you were sure in your decision. “Some people make work their lives. Some people make their families their lives. Some people are able to balance both, and you do, but at the end of the day, even though this job in large defines you, you are a husband and father-to-be….just as I was a girlfriend, madly in love with the man of her dreams. Some might have the ability to always do what is right by the law…but honestly, I don’t think I’ve met one of them yet.”

Derek pushed his tongue against his bottom lip. “I just think the fact that I would’ve made the same decision just as quickly angered me. And since you actually did it, that angered me. Because it was so close to home. Like suddenly someone could try and make me decide something so horrific.”

“Can’t make this shit up,” you laughed. It elicited the same response from Derek and he placed his hand on yours. “Do you think you can forgive me? Can you see that this is never what I wanted?”

“I can see it’s never what you wanted,” he said. “And I think I can forgive you. I’m going to be honest with you though, I may end up being snappy now and then.”

Although you hadn’t know him that long, you knew enough from Spencer that Derek was the type to hold a grudge – get a little hostile. “You? Snappy? Noooo.”

“Shut up,” he snickered. A few moments later, he got up from his chair. “I’m gonna go get a cup of coffee, you want anything?”

As you inhaled, you caught the scent of something bready and delicious. “There’s some kind of sandwich I keep smelling and I want it. I haven’t actually felt like eating in a month, so I could eat a horse right now.” 

“That actually sounds good,” he laughed. “I’ll get me one too. Be back.”

“Derek?”

He turned around. “Yea?”

“Thanks. It means a lot to know that we can work on this.” 

With a nod of his head, he turned to leave again, before stopping in the doorway. “Thanks for jumping in front of me. It’s because of you I get to meet my son.”

--- 

After devouring the sandwich that Morgan brought back for you, visiting hours were almost over. “You guys should get going,” you said, feeling your own eyes get heavy with much-needed sleep.

“We aren’t going anywhere.” Rossi smirked. “We’ll be outside.”

“Go,” you laughed. “I’m going to be passed the fuck out and there’s no need for you all to sleep in chairs when you could spend the night in a cushy Hong Kong hotel courtesy of the FBI.

Hotch, Rossi, Emily and Morgan decided to take you up on your offer, but Spencer and JJ insisted on staying. “You mind if Y/N and I have a moment, Spence?”

“Sure,” he said, “ I’m gonna go grab some waters in case we need them in the middle of the night, and then I’ll be back.” As Spencer left your hospital room, you looked over at JJ. 

After putting her phone back in her pocket, she huffed and sat at your bedside with a strained smile. “Everything okay?” you asked. You couldn’t be more over the moon, but that didn’t mean everyone else felt the same, especially considering you didn’t just ‘get over’ what happened; it would take work.

“Just got off the phone with Will a few minutes ago…”

“Let me guess, he doesn’t like the fact that you’re staying her tonight…with me…” Will didn’t know you as well as JJ did, so you assumed he’d have an issue with JJ giving you the chance to prove yourself. You didn’t really blame Will for his anger; you’d almost taken away his wife and the mother of his children. Work would be required to mend that relationship too.

JJ sighed heavily. “Yea. He says I shouldn’t trust you. Ever. He’s mad.”

“I get that.”

“Yea,” she laughed. “I do too, but I know you better than he does, and although it’s going to take a lot of work, I believe that you were put in the worst possible position imaginable.”

The tears welled up, but you held them back. “Umm...I know you said baby steps, and I’m cool with that, but can I hug you?” Longingly, you looked over at her. You wanted more than anything to say sorry like this, but you hadn’t touched anyone, except Spencer’s hand the other night, so you felt like you needed to ask. 

With a smile, JJ stood up and leaned over you. Your good arm stretched around her and held her tight. “I’m so sorry, JJ. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’m not that person…I promise.”

“Pushing me out of the way and jumping in front of Morgan, which I told Will about by the way, went a good way to proving that,” she said, sitting on the side of your bed. “We’ll work on it.” She reached down and grabbed your hand, and you moved to the opposite side of the bed so she could sit with you. 

By the time Spencer got back, he smiled. You were fast asleep. And at your side was JJ, asleep as well with her head resting on yours.

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A Little Too Late // Chapter Fifteen

Fandom: Criminal Minds Words: 7,310 Warning: mention of the word sexual Pairing: Luke Alvez / Penelope Garcia Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Tara Lewis and Stephen Walker

Chapter Fifteen [link to FF]

Saturday 7:00AM

Penelope opened her eyes as soon as the landline phone started ringing in the middle of her sleep. Groaning as she crawled around the floor for the phone, she cleared her throat. "Hello?"

"Why aren't you answering the door?"

She froze and stared straight at the apartment door. "What do you mean?"

Derek arched an eyebrow as he placed his fist on the door, knocking it four times so she could hear it. "What I mean is that I've been knocking on the door in the last twenty minutes and you're not answering it. Come on, Pen. Open the door."

Penelope silently gasped as soon as she realized that she was naked. Her eyes adverted over to Luke, who's also naked and sleeping soundly. "Hold on." Hanging up the phone, she rushed around the floor for the clothes that was thrown around from last night. Kicking Luke on the legs, she spoke in a hush tone. "Morgan's here..."

"Hmm..." Luke turned around in his sleep, the hardwood floor not providing much comfort at all. "What did you say?"

"Morgan's here..." Penelope repeated as she button her shirt and pulling on her skirt.

Luke immediately opened his eyes in shock as he sat up. "What?!"

"Shhhh!" Penelope's eyes widened as she quickly covered his mouth. "He's waiting outside the door." She watched as he grabbed his shirt and pants, he took a deep breath before dashing straight into the bathroom. As soon as the coast was clear, Penelope made her way over to the door. "What are you doing here?"

Derek narrowed his eyes at her before he entered the apartment. "Prentiss wants us to be at the BAU by 8. I tried calling your cellphone but I remembered that Superior Lillian Young confiscated it." The superiors are worried that Penelope would buy an one way ticket and vanish in thin air if she had her technology back. Of course, Penelope is capable of something like that but she wouldn't do such a thing. "Tara is heading over to Luke's right now. Prentiss thinks that the superiors will make a decision by the time we arrive at the BAU."

"Oh," Penelope forgot about that within a few hours, her career could be over instantly. The same goes with Luke. "Let's go."

Derek laughed. "You don't want to change?"

"Baby, I don't have clothes here." Penelope moved her arms around the empty apartment.

"That's what I thought," Derek handed her a bag with a smile. "JJ bought these for you before she came home last night. Don't worry, she chose the brightest colors there was."

Penelope couldn't help but smile at their generosity. "Alright, let me go change."

Derek nodded his head. "I'll wait here."

"Cool." Penelope cleared her throat as she slowly walked into the bathroom and locking the door. "Oh my God."

Luke was sitting in the bathtub as he cracked a smile. "This is crazy."

"It is," Penelope softly replied. "We can't just let the team know about this. It has to be a secret for now. So much has happened and I don't think we exactly have the best timing in the world."

"A little happiness over the chaos can be considered as nice news for them." Luke reasoned as he looked around the bathtub, the apartment isn't exactly empty. Before she came in, he had counted over seven shampoo and conditioner bottles and almost eighteen bath bombs near the sink. A woman's bathroom is definitely different from a man's.

Penelope looked at herself in the mirror. "If we end up not being in prison, maybe we can tell them. Double the happiness."

Luke stared at her. "Do you want to tell them or just wait it out? We don't even know what exactly this," gesturing his hand between them. "...is." He shrugged his shoulders as he got out of the bathtub. "Maybe we can wait it out."

"Yeah, I agree." Penelope smiled. She started to notice how close they are within each other again. God, he's more sexier after waking up. Her eyes widened as soon as that thought ran through her mind. "I need to change."

"Okay." Luke stepped back, obviously noting at how Penelope was staring at him. "Go ahead."

"Go back into the bathtub and close the curtains."

"Are you serious?" Luke quietly laughed. "Penelope, we saw everything of each other last night."

Penelope frowned. "Please."

He nodded his head as he got back into the bathtub and closed the shower curtains as told. "I'll see you back in the BAU."

"How did you get here?" She was so immersed in their exchange last night that she forgot to ask how he managed to escape while being under house arrest.

"Patrol cops aren't the brightest people in the field yet," Luke answered as he closed his eyes for a bit. "And they never installed the tracking device around my ankles so it's not my fault. I wanted to see you and that's that."

Penelope finished changing and sighed. "What are you going to say? Tara is heading to your place right now."

"I'll think of something." Luke opened the curtains and smiled. "Doesn't this make us sound like teenage kids who are in love and trying to hide their secretive relationship from their parents?"

She laughed as she threw her old clothes in the corner of the bathroom floor. "I'll see you later." Opening the door, Penelope head over to the kitchen where Derek was waiting. "Alright."

Derek smiled. "With whatever decision they make, don't worry about it. I called somebody for help last night and I think she can be the decision breaker for them."

"Who?"

"You'll see." Derek put his arm around her shoulders as he kissed the top of her head. As they walked toward the door, he stopped at the doorway and furrowed his eyebrows together. "Where's Luke?"

Penelope knit her eyebrows together. "Home?"

"Okay." Using his free hand, he took a black sock from his back pockets before throwing it over to the direction of the bathroom. "See you later, Luke!!"

An echoing sound coming from the bathroom was automatically heard. "Okay..."

Her eyes widened as soon as Derek started hysterically laughing before he closed the apartment door. "How'd you know?"

"Well," Derek looked at his best friend. "Tara actually went to Luke's first. When she said that his place was empty, we all assumed that he can only be at one place. And when I came here, knocking on your door over thirty times, I knew something was up." He held onto Penelope's hand as they walked down the stairs. "That black sock was the one thing that confirmed it for me." Derek shrugged his shoulders as he laughed. "I just didn't thought that something was definitely up."

Penelope groaned to herself as she covered her face in humiliation. "How? Why a black sock?"

Derek opened the passenger side door for her. "Baby Girl, you would never wear black socks."

. . .

Saturday 8:30AM

Emily leaned against the wall as she watched Section Chief Matt Cruz and the other four superiors walked into the bullpen. "Hello."

"Lovely to see you this morning, Unit Chief." Lillian greeted as she shook hands with her.

"I'll find out if it'll be truly lovely in a minute, wouldn't we?" Emily retorted as she guided them over to the conference room where the others are. "You've met the team."

"Yes," Lillian glanced between everybody, her gaze stopping at particularly Luke and Penelope. "It seems as if the team has decided to not take upon a new case until this issue is settled down."

Emily nodded her head. "Section Chief has approved of a break."

"I see," Lillian opened the folder in her hand as she sighed. "Let's get down to business then."

Penelope sighed out of nervousness as she clenched her hands together. She never thought that she could possibly go to prison for murder. Maybe for hacking into federal systems or releasing top secret information for the world but never murder. It hasn't crossed her mind that she would even go to prison in the first place. She blinked her eyes when she realized that Luke was holding onto her hand, looking up and giving him a brief smile. What about Luke? He was just brought into the BAU after being in the Task Force. With losing Bernice already, he can't possibly be out of a career in the same week span. Luke could feel the intensity from Penelope by the way she was clenching onto his hand. Honestly, if he is out of a career and spend some time for the kidnapping - he doesn't care. The idea of Penelope being behind bars and away from the team that she spent over a decade with, it hurts more. Her presence in the team is a lot more important than his.

"We acknowledge Jacob Franklin's criminal actions and the damage he has done to this team, particularly toward Penelope Garcia is greatly tremendous. That still doesn't change the fact that Agent Alvez kidnapped him while Jacob was under custody. If you hadn't done what you did, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation right now. And Technical Analyst Penelope wouldn't have shot the gun then."

"Can we please get to the point?" Rossi asked. He isn't exactly up for the superiors running down the whole issue.

"Wait," Spencer said. "You called them by their title." He narrowed his eyes at them. "You wouldn't call them by agent or technical analyst if they weren't going to stay with the FBI."

Lillian cleared her throat as she nodded her head. "After careful consideration and a phone call during our meeting last night, we have come to a conclusion that Penelope Garcia's shot was in self defense. With not enough time to announce her presence, she had to fire her gun in order to save one of her own. The forensic team has also given us ballistics report, stating by the way Jacob was charging toward Luke and the witness - the bullets can prove that it was a self defense act."

"Oh, thank goodness." JJ breathed in slowly as her hands stopped shaking.

"We do want Penelope to attend therapy sessions," Lillian added. "Given what she went through in the last few weeks, we understand that certain things remain traumatic. Until she receives the okay from the psychologist, she will be on leave from work." She looked at Penelope as she handed over the paperwork for her signature. "We just want to make sure that she'll be 100% once she returns."

Penelope looked at the papers. "I'm fine."

Emily adverted her attention over to Penelope. "You should attend the sessions, Garcia. It'll be for the best." Knowing how Penelope is, she can feel fine right now but if something comes up that can trigger the horror that Jacob has caused, it'll be better if she attended these sessions beforehand.

As much as she wanted to disagree, she knew that no one can argue with Emily Prentiss. Penelope simply nodded her head as she leaned over, signing the paperwork before handing it back to Lillian. "What about Luke?"

"Agent Alvez will also be on leave, suspended leave for his actions as a federal agent." Lillian handed him another set of paperwork. "Attending a couple of training courses during the suspended leave."

Luke arched an eyebrow as he scanned through the paperwork. The FBI wants him to take five training courses, including the physical course? "And that's it? I'll be able to get back in the field as soon as these courses are done?"

"Yes, Agent Alvez." Lillian took out another piece of paper. "A therapy session will also need to be done before then."

"What?" Luke couldn't believe this. "Why would I need to take these sessions?"

Lillian handed him the pen. "We haven't forgotten about the incident where you were stabbed over ten times. And considering the recent death that you're going through, a few therapy sessions is the nicest we can do right now."

Finding no point in trying to get out of it, Luke took the pen and signed the paper. "When will we start these sessions?"

"I'll have to look through my schedule but possibly as early as next week," a woman walked into the conference room with a smile plastered on her face. Placing her handbag down on the table, she held her hand toward Emily. "Unit Chief Prentiss, I've heard a lot of things about you."

Emily shook hands with her as she knit her eyebrows. "I know you," she looked around in confusion. "Have we met before?"

"I'm Doctor Olivia Davis," she looked at everybody else as she giggled. "I'm actually the witness from the motel."

Luke snapped his fingers. "It is you!" He made his way over to her and chuckled. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Olivia smiled. "All thanks to you and," she turned her attention over to Penelope. "And Miss Garcia." Making her way over to her, she held her hand out. "Thank you for saving my life."

Penelope lightly laughed as she shook hands with her. "You're welcome."

Lillian closed her folder. "Doctor Davis has been working with the FBI for a little over a year. She also is the one that helped us with the case, telling us what happened after she came into the motel room. It's actually her decision to have you both attend therapy before you return back to work." She smiled as she looked over at Matt. "Section Chief, I hope you agree with our decisions."

"Of course," Matt quickly replied. "As long we still get to keep the team together, everything is fine by me." He glanced over at Emily. "Right, Unit Chief?"

Is there any other choice that she has? Emily smiled briefly before nodding her head. "Keeping Penelope and Luke with us is good enough. We will make sure to follow through with the therapy sessions and training courses."

Lillian smiled. "That's lovely to hear."

Penelope exhaled deeply as soon as the superiors left the room. With her hand clenched over her heart, she looked at the team. "That was crazy."

Derek clasped his hands together before a bright smile covered his face. "Thank you for helping us out, Doctor."

"Please," she pulled her hair to the one side as she spoke. "...call me Olivia. It's not my office so no need to be so formal." She glanced over at Luke and Penelope. "I am looking forward to our first sessions together. I will call you both individually on the perfect days for you to come in." Grabbing her bag, she smiled once again. "As for now, I will be in my office. It's on downstairs."

"Thank you." Rossi said as she walked out of the room. "Who would've known? The witness was a FBI's psychologist?"

Derek laughed. "Coroner helped out a lot," he explained. "She was so worried over Penelope that she snuck off and took a peek at the witness's name when one of the superiors came for the autopsy results. She recognized the name immediately and told me about her."

Penelope sighed out of relief. "I should treat her out for a drink."

"You should treat everybody out for a drink," JJ said. "It's finally over." Without saying much, everybody caught on what she meant. After weeks of constant chaos, no one was in danger anymore. Jacob Franklin's dead. Luke and Penelope aren't being punished too severely for what they did. The team can definitely start off this week long break with a drink celebration."

Hating to burst the fun that the team hasn't felt in a while, Luke cracked a small smile as he spoke. "There's something I must do first."

. . .

Sunday 9:00PM

After a day of greeting and bidding goodbye to the incoming guests, Luke collapsed onto the couch as he took a deep breath. The wake and funeral took practically the whole day. He never knew that his grandmother knew so much people in her life. Throughout his childhood, she only spoke of her market friends. People who have stated that they're friends with his parents or grandmother kept coming in. It's almost crazy how much love and care that everybody else felt when Bernice Alvez was still alive.

Luke smiled when Roxy climbed onto the couch, putting her hand on his lap. "I know, baby. I miss her too." When Luke's busy with certain cases, Roxy is the one that spent the most time with his grandmother. With her gone, it's almost as if Roxy has felt the missing existence in the family. "She's probably looking down at us right now, complaining that we haven't eaten right."

Roxy whined as she moved around on the couch.

"I know, baby." Just as Luke closed his eyes, the doorbell rang again. Groaning as he got up, he opened the door in surprise to see the whole team standing there. "Hey."

"We just wanted to come by," Spencer said. "And check up on you."

"Thanks," he opened the door wider for them. "There's food everywhere." The other guests that had arrived kept giving him food. Most are lasagna and he doesn't exactly know how he'll ever be able to finish that. "You really didn't have to come."

Rossi smiled. "Don't be silly."

Luke closed the door and sighed. "A lot of people were here earlier."

JJ crossed her arms. "We saw, the parking was packed." She looked at the food dishes on the table. "Did you eat yet?"

"Not hungry at the moment," Luke answered. "Be my guest and take some of the dishes home. I'm just here with Roxy, we'll never be able to eat this much."

Emily leaned over and grabbed a fresh lasagna dish. "I'll take this one."

Luke laughed as the team started dividing the food with each other. He turned his attention over to Derek, who was staring at him the whole time since he walked in. "Derek.."

Derek could see the nervousness coming from Luke's eyes. "Don't worry. I haven't said a word about yesterday's eventful morning to them yet. Penelope would kill me if I did."

"Thanks," Luke said. "We're just not ready to expose something like that. With everything that's been going on, it's best if we just keep to ourselves."

"The danger's over," Derek reassured him. "Penelope is really safe this time. The only thing we have to worry about is her mental health. She seems fine and happy but if she is going to return to this line of work, I can already tell she isn't mentally prepared. Maybe the therapy sessions is the silver lining and once she's back, we can finally relax."

"Are you staying with us as a team?" Luke asked.

"No," Derek chuckled. "I've been back long enough. Savannah and the baby is waiting for me and I honestly can't wait until I wrap my arms around them. Working with the team and being out on the field again was honestly great. I missed the rush but it can't compare to watching your little kid grow up, you know? Maybe in 2-3 years time, I'll slowly come back. Take a desk job or whatever."

Luke nodded his head as he laughed. Someone like Derek Morgan, he can never imagine him sticking with a desk job. "It's been really nice working with you."

"Likewise, Alvez." Derek agreed. "We may not get along sometimes, I learned a lot about you and it truly makes me glad to say that I consider you as a friend. And knowing that Penelope is with you, I know everything will be alright. She trusts you and that's all that matters."

"Thanks." Luke smiled as he looked around. "Where is she?"

Derek checked the time on his watch. "She should be back in her apartment. She wanted to set up her living room before she came here."

. . .

Sunday 10:00PM

Luke finished cleaning up the kitchen and dining room when the doorbell rang. Making his way over, he couldn't but chuckle as soon as he opened the door. "What are you doing here so late?"

Penelope softly smiled as she walked in. "Did everybody already leave?"

"Yeah," Luke closed the door and followed her into the kitchen. "They didn't want to stay any longer so they left." He watched as she placed down a couple bags onto the table. "What's all of this?"

"Have you eaten?"

"No," Luke answered. "I'm not really hungry."

"That's a shame," Penelope took one of the containers out of the bag and nervously smiled as she opened the lid. "Ta-da!"

Luke arched an eyebrow and looked at her. "Did you make this?" It was rice and beans, his known favorite.

"I tried," Penelope said. "That day at the hospital when I brought the food that she made, I tried to remember what the taste was like when I was making it earlier." She took a spoonful and held it out for him to eat. "It's not perfect but I honestly feel like it's almost the same. Of course, I can never get Bernice's flavor or her cooking right off the bat but I just thought that maybe, just maybe today you wanted to eat this kind of food again."

"Penelope..." Luke was completely taken back by this sweet gesture. "I don't know what to say."

She held the spoon closer to his face. "Maybe that you like it after giving it a try."

Luke laughed as he took a bite of the rice and beans. His eyes immediately beamed in happiness and awe as he chewed. "It's amazing." He winked at her while chuckling. "Not as amazing as my abuela's though."

"Good," Penelope happily replied. "I wasn't trying to be as amazing as hers anyway." She took out the other containers consisting of fruits and dessert. "I can't make the pork because well, you know." She opened the lids and looked at him. "Eat."

"You should eat with me," Luke held out the chair for her to sit. "Come on."

Penelope sat down. "When do you start your training courses?"

Luke took another spoonful of the food. "Tomorrow."

"Will it be the same as before?"

"I don't know about that," Luke chuckled. "I graduated the academy a decade ago. The FBI must've changed their training courses by then." He watched Penelope as she snacked on some of the fruits. "What about you? Are you nervous about the therapy sessions?"

Penelope shrugged her shoulders. "I do love talking but I'm not sure about spilling everything that I went through all over again to a complete stranger." She handed him a slice of an apple. "Why was she at the motel?"

"I'm not sure," Luke furrowed his eyebrows together. "That was odd, wasn't it?"

"Should we ask about it?" Penelope asked.

Luke chuckled. "Maybe it's not a big deal." He cleared his throat as he finished the slice of apple. "I spoke to Derek earlier."

"Oh." Penelope scratch her neck out of nervousness. "That was humiliating, wasn't it?" She smiled over at Roxy, who was asleep by Luke's foot. "So, I wasn't going to ask this because maybe I don't know how to approach this kind of topic or possibly wrong timing."

"Ask me about what?" Luke closed the lid to the rice and beans as he got up to wash his hands at the sink.

"Us." Penelope whispered softly so he wouldn't hear her.

"Excuse me?" Luke cleaned off his hands with a towel and slowly paced his steps toward her. "I couldn't hear you."

Penelope checked the time on her watch. "Nothing, never mind." She stood up from the chair and started to grab her jacket. "I should get going and - " Penelope stopped talking when she felt his arms wrapped around her. "What's this for?"

"Just wanted to hold you in my arms," Luke muttered softly near her ear which sent chills down her spine. "Thank you for cooking this for me." He turned her around so they could face each other, tightening his grip around her waist. "You want to know what this is?"

Penelope tried her best to breathe calmly as she looked at him. "Yes." She has noticed his brown eyes before but never like this. As those beautiful brown eyes stare back at her, she could feel her legs becoming weak. It definitely wasn't helping that as they're standing this close to each other, Luke was caressing his thumb on lower back. "What is this?"

Luke leaned forward and shrugged. "Tension?"

She rolled her eyes and tried to pull away. "I'm being serious."

Not willing to let her go, Luke pulled Penelope even closer so their faces are inches away from one another. Without another word, he softly kissed her on the lips. "Penelope Garcia," he muttered in a hush tone. "Let's officially date starting now."

"Date?" Penelope couldn't hide her smile. "We must suck at dating then. We skipped first and second base and went straight to third last night."

Luke laughed. "Seven months of sexual tension led to what happened last night."

"Sexual tension?" Penelope arched an eyebrow. "I'm not sure about that." Just as she was about to grab another fruit to eat, she screamed in surprise when Luke picked her up before pushing her against the wall. "What do you think you're doing, newbie?"

"Newbie?" Luke smiled at the nickname returning blissfully toward his ears. With his mouth near her ear, he playfully whispered. "Is this the obvious sexual tension that you won't admit?"

Penelope could just melt with only his voice. She forced herself to look at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Luke smirked. "Alright then." Walking back over to the couch, he leaned against the armrest and settled down with his eyes closed.

She couldn't believe that he actually walked away. Narrowing her eyes at him, Penelope softly sat down next to him, playing with her hair as she wait for him to open his eyes. After a few minutes of complete silence, she could practically hear Luke snoring. Smiling to herself as she looked at him, she sighed. It's been such a long day for him. Penelope looked around the apartment, noticing a couple of boxes that must've been from Bernice's house that he brought back. Quietly and carefully, she got up from the couch to get ready to leave. That's when she felt him pulling her arm causing her to fall onto the couch next to him. "You should sleep."

With his eyes still closed, he wrapped his arms around her as they both laid on the couch. "Let's just stay like this for the rest of the night."

Penelope blinked. "Are you sure?"

Luke kissed the top of her head before resting his head on the couch pillow. "I'm sure."

. . .

Monday 11:50AM

"Don't be nervous," Olivia Davis calmly said as she crossed her legs in her seat with a notebook and pen in hand. "It's only our first session together. I won't force yourself to go into much details."

"Shouldn't I start with my training courses first?" Luke asked. When he woke up this morning to a phone call from Prentiss saying that he has to start with the therapy sessions first, it was confusing.

Olivia smiled. "I spoke to Prentiss and we both think it's a better idea for you to start with me first." She wrote down a few notes on his current behavior as she spoke. "I think we both know that you'll easily pass the training courses. Might as well start with the tough patch first, right?"

Luke looked around her office, noticing the degrees on her wall. "I guess." He really can't argue about it since he's already here.

"You lost your parents when you were nine?" Olivia asked.

"Yes," Luke answered quickly. "I rather not topic about that."

"You still blame yourself for their death?"

Luke narrowed his eyes at her. "I thought you said you weren't going to force anything that I won't talk about?"

Olivia lightly laughed. "You have a good memory." Writing down another note into her notebook, she leaned against her seat as she looked at him. "How long have you been working with the FBI?"

"Almost eleven years."

"How long have you been with the BAU division?"

Luke folded his hands together. "Next week would be my eighth month with the BAU."

"What do you think of the division?"

"One of the best division there is within the FBI," Luke replied. "The most hard working team I have the pleasure of working together with."

"Even after what happened?" Olivia questioned.

Luke doesn't understand where she is getting with this type of questioning. "What do you mean?"

"You've been with the Task Force for almost ten years and you remained mentally and physically throughout the decade. Your grandmother was perfectly fine." Olivia shrugged her shoulders as she looked at him. "Now, within seven months with the division that you say is the best, it has caused your grandmother's death. Not to mention the damages it probably it has done to you physically and mentally."

She has to be joking, Luke immediately thought. "Jacob Franklin is the cause of my grandmother's death. He's the one that strangled her. The team had nothing to do with it let alone the division that holds over a hundred agents." He watched as she wrote down on her notebook again. "I hope you reframe yourself from pointing fingers."

"I'm not pointing fingers," Olivia said. "I am simply stating the obvious. If you were to stay with the task force, would you be sitting across from me right now? Would you be going through training again just to retrieve your credentials and gun back?"

"Probably not," Luke truthfully answered. "But that doesn't change the fact that anything can happen when you're out on the field. Despite being in the task force or with the BAU, none of that matters. I could've met an Unsub that had it out for me and wanted revenge. Like I said, anything could've happened no matter where I am within the FBI."

Olivia nodded her head as she adjusted herself in the seat. "There's a huge difference in what you said though." She closed the notebook and looked at him. "Jacob Franklin would've never been on your radar if you stayed with the task force. Didn't he come up under the BAU's watch because he targeted your fellow team member, Penelope Garcia? His main goal has always been Penelope. If you weren't with the team, you wouldn't have gotten involved and Bernice Alvez would still be alive." She opened the notebook again, taking careful notes of the way he was staring at her. "Am I right?"

Having enough of this blaming game that she is trying to pull off, Luke crossed his arms across his chest as he narrowed his eyes at her. "Is this a therapy session for my benefit or for the superiors, who are trying to break apart the team still?" Being a psychologist is one thing but to have a medical degree and point fingers at a group people who she doesn't even know, it's outrageous. "I really don't appreciate - "

"Luke Alvez, the way I am asking questions or talking is simply my own personal kind of way when I speak to clients."

"You have a funny way to speak with your clients then, don't you?" Luke wasn't going to do this. He didn't plan on going in here with an attitude and prejudice against someone who he doesn't know but with the way this session is going, he didn't like it. "Why were you at the motel?"

Olivia laughed. "I'm the one that's supposed to be asking." She pointed her finger over to the degrees on the wall. "I'm the licensed doctor."

"And I'm the trained agent who knows something is up when a complete stranger who knocked on my motel door for a bucket of ice just happens to be the psychologist for the FBI." Luke checked the time on the wall as he cleared his throat.

"I'm also the psychologist who happened to save your career," Olivia stood from her seat and smiled. "Our session is over. I hope that next session will be a lot more productive and calming."

Luke lightly scoffed as he stood up and walked out of the door. As soon as he was walking down the hallway and waiting for the elevator, he took out his phone. "Hey, it's Luke Alvez. I have a favor to ask."

. . .

Monday 3:00PM

Penelope watched as Derek set up the paintings and photo frames onto her wall around the living room. "Thanks for doing this," she turned her head with a wide smile on her face as she picked up Hank in her arms. "Hey, adorable. How was your nap?" She glanced up at Savannah. "Was the bed comfortable enough for him? I just bought it so it must've been hard for him."

Savannah shook her head as she lightly laughed. "It was fine, I'm just thankful that you let Hank sleep on your bed."

"Of course," Penelope made funny expressions so he could laugh. "God, he's getting so big."

"They grow up so fast," Savannah complained. "Makes me want to have more so I could keep holding them in my arms."

Derek's eyes widened as he finished hammering the last picture frame. "Whoa, there. Let's step on the brakes and relax a bit. It's already a handful with this one."

Savannah rolled her eyes as she put the milk bottles away into the diaper bag. "We are having more in the future."

"Baby," Derek stepped forward as he put the hammer away. "Having more in the future isn't a problem, I just think we should pause and really appreciate having Hank with us until he's a kid, like an elementary kid."

Penelope laughed as she played with Hank. "You just miss your sleep."

"I miss it so damn much." Derek whined as he wrapped his arms around Savannah, kissing her on the cheek. "I miss my bed."

Savannah shook her head as she held onto Derek's hands. "What about you, Penelope? How many kids do you want?"

That's the kind of question that Penelope has never thought of. Or even have time to think of something that may happen in the long future. "Let fate decide."

"What does Luke think?" Derek slyly asked before he dodged the pillow that Penelope threw towards him. "I only told Savannah! How are you going to expect me to keep something from my wife?!"

"Luke's seems like a really good guy," Savannah added. "I haven't met him but he sounds like a honest good guy."

Penelope let Hank play with her stuffed animal that she has laying around on the couch. "He is but we barely started dating. A lot has been happening so it would seem crazy to think that far off."

Derek nodded his head in agreement. "Dating sounds perfectly fine for me." He sat down on the couch and sighed. "But if he does hurt you, let me know. I'll kick down his door so hard that no matter how many replacements he buys, it wouldn't work."

"You said he was a good guy!" Savannah laughed.

"He is!" Derek said. "But I have to watch out for my best friend."

Penelope smiled as she watched Derek and Savannah playfully hit each other as they argue over his idea on kicking down the door. She looked down at Hank in her arms, who's happily drooling all over her shirt. It's been so long since she actually sat down and have a conversation for more then two hours. Something that doesn't involve murder or running away. A conversation about families and having babies, it seems so normal that it's so odd to hear it again. Penelope scanned around the living room, she spent most of her time last night ordering things online for her apartment. For the first time, she is surrounded by beige colors instead of sparkling, colorful patterns. She can't bring herself to turn her apartment to the way it originally was, not with the memory of what Jacob had done to that particular room is still on her mind.

"Penelope..."

She returned to reality and looked at the married couple. "Huh?"

Derek cleared his throat as he took Hank out from her arms and smiled. "Savannah and I are heading out. Hank has an appointment for a check up."

She smiled. "Okay," Penelope quickly rushed over to the door, waving goodbye to Hank before she hugged Savannah and Derek. "Thanks for helping out today."

"Call me anytime, baby girl." Derek kissed the top of her head. "When the rest of the things you ordered come, call me. I'll help you set up."

"Thanks." Penelope watched as the happy little family walked downstairs before closing the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at every single item in the living room. Shaking her head to herself, she quickly grabbed the trash can and threw every little figurine that's colorful or has pattern on them inside. As soon as she was done, she fall onto the ground with her arms wrapped around her legs - her eyes wide and shaking.

. . .

Monday 4:30PM

Spencer walked into the diner with his bag around his shoulders and a book in his hand. "It's odd that you're asking to meet here." He sat down across from Luke and smiled. "We could've met at the BAU. Being on suspended leave doesn't mean you can't be in the BAU."

"I know," Luke said as he took a sip of his water. "I wanted to meet you because I think something's weird is going on with Doctor Olivia Davis."

"The witness?" Spencer looked at him. "What about her?"

Luke furrowed his eyebrows. "Doesn't it seem a bit off for a psychologist to randomly be at the same motel as I was and just also so happens to be the assigned psychologist for myself and Penelope?"

Spencer haven't given much thought about it. "It does seem a little off putting."

"Right?" Luke sighed. "I had ask a favor from a friend that works in the psychology department in the FBI. She said that it was surprising to see how Doctor Olivia Davis was so open about taking upon our case."

"Why?"

"Olivia Davis has only been instated into the psychology department in the FBI for a year. My friend said that she didn't interact much with the other people there. She mostly kept to herself when she didn't have clients." Luke took another sip of his water. "She's a psychologist for other agents who has problems on the field or has run into a traumatic experience."

Spencer nodded his head. "Obviously," he looked around the diner before returning his attention to Luke. "What do you want me to do?"

"You're also a doctor," Luke said. "Maybe you can help me find out what's actually going on with her. If my friend also thinks that Olivia has been acting weird as of lately then something must be going on that we don't know about."

"Okay." Spencer immediately agreed. He can't help also feel strange at the fact that she was there at the moment. That must be some kind of timing. "I'll help you."

Luke sighed out relief. "Thanks."

. . .

Tuesday 10:00AM

Penelope sat with her hands fidgeting and her body trembling from the nerves running down her body. She looked at Olivia, who has been silent since she walked in ten minutes ago. "You're not going to hypnotize me, are you?"

Olivia laughed as she shook her head. "No, I'm not licensed for that." She leaned over to take a sip of her tea as she smiled. "I won't force anything out of me since it's our first session together." Placing down the cup of tea onto the table between them, she crossed her legs as she leaned back against her chair. Opening her notebook, she twirled the pen around her fingers as she spoke. "Your parents died when you were eighteen?"

Surprised by the kind of topic that's being asked instead, Penelope looked at her with confusion. "I'm here about what happened to me involving Jacob Franklin. I rather not talk about my parents."

"We should start somewhere easy, right?"

Penelope cleared her throat. "Well, that topic's never easy for me so if you can please change the question or topic."

"It's a simple question, Penelope."

"And it's a simple answer of no, Doctor." Penelope frowned. Just a few seconds ago, this woman had said that she wouldn't force anything out of her. Why is she acting like this? "My parents is a different kind of scenario that's unrelated to the reason behind why I'm sitting here across from you."

Olivia wrote down a couple of notes. "I understand that."

"Good."

"Which is why I feel as if your parent's accident could've triggered something around Jacob."

"What?" Penelope questioned. "No."

"Do you feel as if Jacob had used the weakness involving your parents to attract you?"

"No." Penelope retorted. "That's ridiculous." What kind of therapy session is this? Isn't this session supposed to have her talk about how she feels about the aftermath with this doctor listening?

Olivia looked at her as she tapped the pen against the notebook. "Would you say that your involvement with Jacob Franklin is the reason behind Bernice Alvez's death?"

"No," Penelope said. "Jacob Franklin was a psycho who would've done anything. He's the sole reason behind her death."

"I see," she wrote down a couple more notes. "It's good that you think like that, it's a shame that - " Olivia quickly covered her mouth. "I'm sorry."

Penelope looked at her. "It's a shame what?"

"Nothing."

"It wouldn't have been nothing if you didn't speak up." Penelope couldn't help but feel uneasy again. Just last night, it took her a couple minutes to get up on the floor and lay on the couch to rest. She had come in here thinking that maybe she should share that type of information so she could get better. But why does she feel as if she is about to have more problems on her shoulders as soon as she walks out of this office? "What is it?"

Olivia sighed. "I wasn't going to say this but in order to help you both before your suspension is over, I guess I can share."

"Share what?" Penelope asked.

"My session with Agent Luke Alvez had a bit of a progress. More than I had expected honestly."

"That's great."

Olivia slightly smiled as she watched Penelope's expression carefully. "It is but it seems as if he doesn't think alike as you."

Penelope knit her eyebrows together. "What do you mean?"

"Luke Alvez is blaming his grandmother's death on the BAU and particularly on you due to your involvement with Jacob Franklin." Olivia finally said as she closed the notebook.

She couldn't think for a few seconds as she processed the words that had just left Olivia's mouth. "What? That's - " it's impossible. Luke would've never said those words. The both of them has had this type of conversation over and over again throughout the last few weeks. He wouldn't just outright blame the team or her on Bernice's death. And he especially wouldn't share something that deep and personal with a complete stranger just yet. Penelope glanced up from her trembling hands, narrowing her eyes at Olivia Davis. "Who are you?"

Olivia simply smiled before walking over to the door and locking it.

a/n: thank you for the continuous love and support on the previous chapter! hope you all like this one!