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an-angels-blessing · 3 years ago

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Sugar Baby

Song🐣🎵- N/A

Artist🤸‍♂️🎤- N/A

Warnings😳⛔- Fluff, Dinozzo being... well Dinozzo

Prompt🥺🔥- N/A

A 5" 2' black haired woman who appeared to be in her late 20's walked into the quiet office area wearing a guest pass on the strap of her black cross bag. When the elevator door closed, the team's eyes were on this beautiful ebony woman.

~~~~~~~ Reader P.o.v.~~~~~~~

As I walk into the room I don't see who I came here to see, but I can recognize a few members from Jethros description. As I walk over to the group of NCIS agents, who I believe is Dinozzo, walks over to me, taking my hand in his own and kissing it. This causes me to laugh slightly, "Hi, what's your name gorgeous?" I try not to bust out laughing knowing that if Jethro saw this he would flip. Y/N." I give him a quick answer before showing him a smile. I could see the people behind him tense at his attempt to flirt with me. "Well Y/N, I'm Anthony Dinozzo, but you can call me Tony. Where have you been my whole life?" He finally drops my hand as he finishes talking, a cocky smirk planted on his face, not a Jethro smirk but a fuck boy smirk. "London and Married." Those 3 words cause his mouth to hang open and the 2 people behind him to laugh, loudly. I push his chin up, closing his mouth and pat his shoulder as I walk away from him, towards the other 2 agents. "I'm Ziva David and this is Timothy Mcgee. How can we help you?" The female agent holds her hand out for me to shake and I quickly accept with a smile. I then shake Tim's hand and then take a quick look around the entire room. "Is agent Gibbs here at the moment?" The three agents tense at my mention of their stoic boss. "He is down in Autopsy, he should be back soon. Is there something you need him for?" Mcgee breaks the silence in the room, causing me to nod my head. "Well have a seat Y/N" Dinozzo suddenly snaps back into action, point in the direction of what I am guessing is his desk. I take one last look around the room and land on the 4 desks in my vicinity. I take in all the aspects and finally spot Jethro's desk, there is a cup of coffee on the desk, and even more in the trash. I take a seat in his chair and I can see the agents instantly tense and stress. "You might not want to-" Before Tony can finish his sentence I grab the cup off the desk and take a sip. The three agents almost faint, and if the situation was different I would have laughed. Before the agents could get me out of his seat, Jethro exits the elevator. "What the hell are the three of you looking at?" I'm guessing that he hasn't seen me by his words but when he does, I could see his struggle to not smile, which makes me smile. "Boss, she was looking for you and she didn't know it was your desk." Tony goes into a frenzy trying to get his boss to not kill me.

This recieves him a smack to the back of the head, before Jethro grabs the cup out of my hand and takes a sip, shocking the agents. "You should have seen it J, Tony tried to flirt with me." A giggle escapes before I can even finish my sentence, I can see that he wants to be mad but a low chuckle escapes as he takes another sip. If his team wasn't shocked before, they are now. I can see that he wants to sit down, so I get up and go to get another chair, but before I can, Jethro sits down and grabs my waist, pulling me down on his lap. "Does someone want to explain what is happening?" I know that all of them want answers but Tony is the only one with the confidence. It's obvious that Jethro isn't going to answer by the way he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him before picking up a file off his desk. I go to answer but the elevator dings and Abby walks out, almost instantly seeing me. "Mrs. Gibbs!" Tony's knees buckle at her outburst of my name, causing not only his coworkers to laugh but me as well. "Hello Abby, stop with the misses. I'm younger than you babe." She rushes over to me and hugs me, attempting to not anger Jethro by moving me off of his lap. "G-g-gibbs?!" I think Tony was still coming to grips with Abby's use of my last name. I try to stand up to introduce myself properly but he refuses to let me stand so I remain on his lap and lean into his touch. "Hi, I'm Y/N Gibbs. This man's wife " I rub his thigh, no one can see it, but the tightening of his grip on my waist let's me know that he had a reaction to it. "You're married to him?!" I could feel Jethro tense, I know he has

insecurities about the age gap between the two of us. This made me get extremely defensive, "What.... did you expect me to date you? Sorry, well... not really." Abby starts squealing, she already knew about us but she gets excited everytime. The sequel grabbed EVERYONE'S attention, causing her to quickly apologize. I could tell that Dinozzo wanted to say something else. "Speak Tony." He tensed at my tone and thought about canceling the thought before actually speaking. "So... Sugar Daddy?" This catches all of us of guard, but nonetheless it makes me laugh, I can't tell if he's serious or if he's joking, which only makes me laugh harder. "I have an IQ of 195, I don't need a sugar daddy" I can't help but laugh again. "I'm sorry, but-" Before Mcgee could finish his sentence, Jethro spoke and I mimicked him in a terrible American Accent. "Rule 6" He quickly silenced himself, "I'm joking, he's not. Continue Tim." I smile at the shy male, it can't be easy remembering Jethros rules. "With an IQ that high, shouldn't you be famous." I don't exactly know what to this statement, because I'm not famous in the way he'd think. "So what do you do?" I sigh, thinking of how to answer the boy, so I settled with part of the truth. "I'm a student at Marymount University." Someone else was about to speak up when my phone rang and I instantly know who it was, JJ, telling me that we had a new case. "L/N speaking." After speaking, I could hear Jethro whisper into my other ear, "Liar." The first words that came out of her mouth was exactly what I was expecting. "We got a new case, D.C. district. Call that husband of yours, last victim was a Naval officer. Meet at the table." I could hear Em and Spence in the back, talking about God knows what with how Spence's brain works. "I'm in D.C." I could hear slight giggles from my statement, they didn't know I drove an hour just to see Jethro. "Ok, I'll get Garcia to send you the file." After her sentence, she hangs up, supposedly to call the rest of the team. I knew Jethro heard the entire conversation by the way he released his grip on my waist. When I don't move, he looks at me confused. "I'll look at the file from your computer, plus... they'll be here anyway." He moves us towards his computer so I could use it, before rounding up his team. "We got a case, but we're consulting with the FBI. They'll be here in 30 minutes to an hour." I saw the confusion on his team's face, Jethro wasn't one to comply especially when it comes to the FBI, but it's me so.... whatever. "What are you standing around for. Go." His tone was less than friendly, causing his team to jump into action, it was nice being on the outside view, a few of them went to the elevators while the rest went on their computers. I think he noticed the smile on my face, because I could hear Jethro chuckle. "First time seeing it?" This made me giggle, "Yeah, normally I'm the one rushing to pack and stuff." He pulled me closer and leaned his chin on my shoulder looking at the screen. "You read it." He whispered into my ear. "Because you can't read or because you want to hear my accent." He chuckled at my comment. "Both, now read." This made me smile. "Murders husbands and wives. There seems to be quite a large age gap between the couples. The husband's are killed execution style, while the wives are raped and tortured." I begin to read the file loud enough for Jethro to hear. "Latest victims, Johnathan and Martha Waves. Jonathan was a Senior Chief Petty Officer, just got home after an 18 month expedition. No children or pets. Jonathan was 68 and Martha 24" His breath was hot on my neck, and it was honestly kind of distracting. Before I can say anything, Tony walks in with the keys to the van. "Ready boss." I could recognize that Jethro didn't want to leave me, it's rare that we see each other. "Go, I'll be fine here. I'll look into my case." He reluctantly nods his head and we both stand up, he kisses my forehead before walking away with Tony, McGee and Ziva following close behind. I sat there, scrolling through the file waiting for

either my team or Jethro to come back. Yet somehow, Abby got the message that I was starting to get bored, because when she walked out of the elevator, she walked directly to me. "I thought you had a case, why are you still here?" She sounds glad, but still slightly disappointed as she pulls a chair from one of the other desks and takes a seat. "My case is here, the latest victim was a naval officer." As soon as those words left my mouth, she got excited. "So I can see how you work?" We both giggle, we continue to talk until we hear the elevator door open. Out walks Spence, JJ, Em, Derrick, Rossi, Aaron, Jethro, McGee, Ziva, and Tony. As they reached the small area, they spot Abby and me. McGee, Ziva, and Tony all give me a confused look. "Let me introduce my team, I am Aaron Hotchner, this is Derick Morgan, Emily Prentice, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid, and you seem to already be familiar with Dr. Y/N L/N." Hotch points to each member as he introduces them, before pointing to me. "I thought you said you were a student?" Dinozzo's jaw almost hits the floor, "I am, 3rd PHD." I smile innocently and I can almost see the smirk start to form on Jethro's face. "Okay, let's get to work." As the groups split off, we all started looking at the evidence we learned from the crime scenes. There was just something I couldn't understand, I think Spence and Em could see the cog wheels turning in my head. "What's going through that beautiful head of yours?" Em was the first to acknowledge my struggle. "Age gap." My voice was low and I was mumbling. "What?" Spence asked me, "Why age gaps? There always is one." As that sentence came out of my mouth, something clicked, but I had to be sure. I took out my phone and called Garcia. "House of Supreme genius, how many I serve you today?" I giggle at her. "Hey sweetheart, could you look at all the wives checking accounts. How much is coming in, going out, and where? Call me back when you get it." I could hear rapid typing from her side of the phone. "The accent gets me every time, how could I say no. I got you babe, Garcia out!" I could feel the stares from not only Em and Spence, but the rest of the team now. "Would you like to share with the class?" Morgan can't help but be snarky, like Dinozzo but cuter. "Why go after age gaps? That's what I couldn't figure out." I try to talk slow, but the anticipation of Garcia's call is getting to me. "And something Dinozzo said earlier made me realize something." They were all waiting for me to continue when my phone rang. "Hello," I could hear Garcia's chair roll across her floor, assumingly to her other computer. "So, the wives seem to be getting $4000 to $8000 weekly into their checking accounts. And they seem to spend it as fast as it comes. The first Victim, Cindy Washington, was a shopaholic, she spent tens of thousands online a month." So I was right, "Thank you darling. I'll call you if I need anything." I hang up the phone and turn back to the group. "Dinozzo asked if I was a sugar baby, which I'm not. But all of these women, are."

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#Jethro x reader #black reader #NCIS #Jethro Gibbs #Gibbs x reader #jethro x reader #gibbs x reader

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whump-town · 4 years ago

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Crawl Home

I thought to myself Hannah why are you so mean to Hotch? Hmm, well, I’m a self-destructive little bastard and he’s a self-destructive big bastard so I just think it’s fun to project onto him. Then I considered -- shit, why not take it out on Emily too? So, I did.

Going to college hadn’t been nearly as difficult as leaving her soul, every good part of Emily Prentiss, behind her in Virginia. But there the pieces of her could be protected and here, in Europe working for Clyde, she can’t be sure she can offer the human parts of her that condolence. Then again, leaving for college had been leaving her mother. Freedom, at the time, she hadn’t known to its full advantage. Leaving Virginia is leaving the only family she’s ever known. The safety of girl’s nights, Dave’s expensive taste in bourbon, and the knowledge that if she had nowhere she still had them. Aaron’s couch where Jack calls her his favorite aunt and Spencer’s library so extensive she’ll never reach the bottom.

Emily is safer there with them.

The case is grueling, ripping apart wounds she thought healed and scarred over. It’s enough to make her consider calling Hotch. She gets so close, finger hovering just over her screen until she remembers that it’s probably three in the morning over there and she’ll probably wake him up. Stealing from him what little sleep he can manage and so she doesn’t call him despite the promise she made him just a few months ago. Looking into the vulnerability he’d laid out between them, needing her to be something unlike him, someone not consumed by this damned job that will take everything.

She took his hand -- rough and damp with his anxiety -- and said the words she knew he wanted to hear. Knowing that stepping foot on that plane, leaving them, was giving the job everything. It’s falling into the trap that nearly killed him and she’d watched it happen and still, she couldn’t stop it from happening to her.

Instead, she texts Garcia for a picture of Sergio and sends Dave a picture of her lunch so he can pride her on actually taking the time to at least try and eat. The food sets a little easier when he sends her some corny-ass text with an emoji he doesn’t really understand. To top it all off, Derek sends her a selfie from the bullpen where he’s actively sitting on Spencer and pinning him still for the photo. It solidifies her, the boost she needed.

See? she asks her reflection, she didn’t need to call Hotch. No need to admit defeat just yet. (and when he sends her a picture of Jack wearing the sweater she got him with the added detail that Hotch is wearing his matching one, she cries in her bathtub and reminds herself this is for the best). So this is what her freshman year roommate met by homesick…

“Clyde,” she announces, avoiding touching him as she slides past him. “After this case, I’m retiring. I’m going to go home and sleep for three days and then you expect my resignation. I’m going to go live in the Alps and hope a bear of some variation eats me after I freeze to death.” She says all this while she pours herself a cup of coffee. This is certainly a situation she’d mirrored with the likes of Hotch, Dave, Derek, and even Reid over the years. Where Clyde meets her with a raised eyebrow Hotch would have handed her his coffee and offered her a dimpled half-grin of agreeance. Dave would have taken her out for lunch. Derek would have hit her shoulder, stolen her coffee, and told her “toughen up, princess, it’s nearly Friday”.

Clyde takes a long pull from his own mug, drawing his eyebrows tight as the bitter, not properly steeped mess of his tea hits his tongue hotter than he anticipated. With a grimace he clicks his tongue, “you’ve got the vacation days.” He takes her by surprise, she wants him so desperately to be someone else. Reid’s bashful, not quite sure what he should say, face or Dave coming to sit on the edge of her desk until she caves and goes for lunch. But Clyde is Clyde is Clyde and he offers her a solution none of the others would have mentioned.

She does have time building up. Fall is rapidly approaching in Virginia and she could get home to see Henry and Jack before school. Spoil them with trinkets to show off to their friends. It’s her favorite season there and it would make great circumstances to steal one of Derek’s sweatshirts and escape with new recipes from Dave to try out. Enough time for so many girl’s nights -- her skin needs the reprieve and Garcia’s hand-picked face masks and JJ’s fantastic taste in wine. She needs to spend too many hours on Hotch’s office couch, listen to his deep baritone start to slur with Dave’s bourbon. To feel Dave’s crushing hug when they pour themselves into a cab and, like an idiot every time, the three of them bunch up in the backseat with her in the middle.

“I can see that look in your eye, Emily.” Clyde points right at her -- again, why does she expect him to be like them and just not profile her -- and he smiles with a shake of his head. “You’re going to go back to them, aren’t you?”

She takes her mug, solutes him with it, and walks away. Here, the rules aren’t the same. There is no Hotch standing over her shoulder, sending a glare in every direction, as the permanent reminder that there is a rule against inter-team profiling. But, that’s the catch. They’re not like her over here. Clyde has no secrets and she’s a field of undiscovered bodies in shallow graves. It doesn’t take a lot to go tripping over her bones.

As she sits herself down behind her desk, she spots the flicker of movement she’s learned to associate with her youngest agent and she knows exactly what the other woman is bringing. She finds herself sighing, feeling that bone-tired Hotch always looked (oh God, she hopes she doesn’t look like that). Why are there so many twisted fuckers in the world? She just wants to take a moment to enjoy her coffee.

“What is it?”

The poor woman coming into her office is taken aback but not entirely thrown off. “We found him.”

There goes her fucking coffee.

“Where?”

She’s going to hug Reid for as long as he lets her and she’s going bully him like he’s her baby brother until his face is red. When she sees Jennifer Jareau she’s going to force herself not to cry and she already knows Henry will be as tall as her by now. He just got glasses -- how do they grow up so fast? She’ll laugh, unabashed and loudly when Derek lifts her off her feet. Squeeze Garcia just as tight as Garcia squeezes her. Let Dave kiss her cheeks and press her face into his jacket when he pulls her in. She’ll snag a hug from Hotch when she knows they aren’t looking and quickly wipe her tear away when he whispers that he missed her.

“Be careful,” Clyde advises around a mouthful of cookie. “Don’t need any more paperwork than I already have.”

She rolls her eyes because it’s funny when he says it��

“Prentiss!” The agents here don’t call her Emily. “Ok, ok, okay--” The shot comes suddenly, unexpectedly and it hits her and for a blinding moment, she feels nothing. Searing, like the brand Ian pressed into her skin and then consuming so quickly that all she feels is hot, intense pain all across her body. “Hold still.”

There’s a blonde woman leaning into her wound, failing despite her desperation to keep Emily’s blood inside her. She looks like JJ -- or maybe the sky is just dark enough and the beams at just the right angle or the blood is pumping so quickly from Emily’s body that her mind is starved. Maybe there isn’t a blonde woman, she’s a hallucination, but it doesn’t matter. Emily just wants to go home.

“Hey, hey!”

Derek. It sounds just like him, his voice and roughly the hand that shakes her shoulder grips at her flesh. She feels weightless, suspended by her hips as she falls backward. The haze of blood loss and shock shutting down her functions. Tears sting her eyes and she sees the people hovering over her -- the distinct lack of Reid’s nervous voice, the hand holding onto hers is neither JJ nor Derek’s -- and she knows she’s not going home.

“Stay with me, Prentiss.”

Will they come here she wonders. If this is it, will they bring her home one last time? She doesn’t want to be buried in Europe. She wants Virginia and the fall and home. She wants to go home.

“Hey, hey--”

She feels the cold sting of a hand across her cheeks but her eyes have sunk. Home.

She just wanted to go home.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #derek morgan #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #david rossi #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #jack hotchner #henry jareau

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unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix · 4 years ago

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“The Tall Man” Rewrite

Summary: A few additional moments and scenes from “The Tall Man” episode.

A Jemily comfort fic again, this time with JJ.

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“Breakfast is served.” JJ set out two plates of wheat bread, scrambled eggs, and green grapes for Henry and Michael.

“Now what do we say, boys?” Emily said, appearing from the kitchen behind JJ.

“Thank you,” their sons said in unison.

“You’re welcome,” JJ answered.

Emily held two cups of coffee for JJ and herself, kissing the blonde’s cheek when she gave one cup to her. JJ smiled and thanked her wife.

“Any special requests while we’re here?” JJ asked the boys.

“May I have some ketchup with my eggs?” Henry piped up first.

Michael followed after, “Can I have lime juice?”

Emily and JJ looked at each other before bursting into laughter. “Lime juice?!” the blonde mother playfully exclaimed. “What? On your eggs?”

“I’ll go get some,” she said, ruffling her youngest son’s blonde hair and going to the kitchen.

A buzz was heard from the kitchen table and Emily took a look at her phone, receiving a text from Penelope. As she read the message, her eyes widened. JJ’s not gonna like this, she thought and clicked her tongue.

On cue, JJ came back with a glass of lime juice for Michael and saw Emily’s worried expression. She frowned at her, “What’s wrong? Is there a case?”

The older woman slowly nodded, “Yeah. Penelope just texted.” JJ took the phone from Emily and looked over the message. Her body stiffened and eyes widened as memories flashed back to her. “East Allegheny,” she blinked.

“Your hometown,” Emily stated.

JJ sighed. “I swore I would get out of there and never go back.”

“Look, Jen, if this is all too much, I’ll tell Penelope to look after you,” Emily offered. JJ told Emily before that she never wanted to go back to her hometown because it brought too many painful memories for her. Emily respected her wishes and kept her word.

The blonde shook her head, “No. I have to go. Right?”

“If you feel it’s right,” Emily gave a neutral answer, knowing she can’t control her wife’s decisions. “The case is in the woods, two girls missing. In Dead Man’s Conservatory.”

“Wait, wait. Where?” JJ backtracked Emily’s words, looking at the text again.

“Dead Man’s Conservatory. Is that important?”

Emily pinned a victim’s picture up on the clear board. “Ok, so let’s roll with this for a second. Bethany has a secret boyfriend. He doesn’t want to be exposed, neither does she. But then, Chelsea gets her hands on something neither one wants her to have.”

“Yeah,” JJ nodded. “I think I know what they were looking for."

“Right,” JJ absentmindedly responded, nodding.

“So, the jewelry has to be the key to all of it. What motivates them to this extreme?”

All of a sudden, Emily’s voice becomes a little distant to JJ. The blonde conjures up a memory she had been locking away in the past as she nodded along to what Emily was saying.

“JJ?” Emily’s voice became soft when she saw her wife distracted, her professional voice breaking.

The blonde looked up at her, breaking through her cursed memory.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The unit chief gave her a sympathetic look with her eyes softening.

JJ blankly stared at Emily for a few seconds, contemplating on telling her why she’s been off during the whole case. She lightly shook her head and bit her lip.

“Look, ever since we took this case, all of these…” she exhaled out a breath before continuing, “memories are coming back, and they are not good memories, you know.”

“About Roslyn?”

“Yeah. Like, that morning she took my father’s razor,” JJ started. “I found her. And I just stood there. Frozen. For probably 10 minutes. It’s like my brain couldn’t, um, comprehend what I was seeing.”

She started softly crying at the memory, sniffling. “You know, sometimes l think- I think that’s why I took this job. So I’d always know what to do. So, I’d never freeze again. So, can you- can you give me something to do, Emily? Because I am starting to freeze up again,” JJ’s voice cracked as she blinked her tears away.

Emily checked to see if the office door and window blinds were closed before stepping closer to her blonde wife. She knew it wasn’t the appropriate time or place, but she wrapped her arms around JJ's back and pulled her head close to her chest. JJ reciprocated by wrapping her arms around Emily’s waist and quietly sobbing into her body.

“Shh, shh…” the older agent cooed. “It’s ok, just let it all go. I’m right here.” She rubbed her back in a soothing manner.

“I miss her, Emily,” JJ cried.

“I know. I know," Emily kissed the top of her head. After a few moments, JJ calmed down and slowly pulled back, wiping away her tears.

“Are you ok?”

JJ nodded and cleared her throat, “I think so.”

“Ok,” the unit chief softly kissed her lips and JJ relaxed in the contact. The younger woman gave a small smile, “Thanks.”

JJ was staring through Chelsea’s hospital room window as rage started to build up in her body. She gripped onto the necklace she had taken off when Chelsea pointed it out to her, instantly coming to a realization when she did.

Emily pulled back and nodded. She ran her fingers through JJ’s soft blonde hair, tucking some behind her ear. She then picked up a file. “Luke and Tara are going back to Ally. They are going to use the EMDR technique on her. It’s supposed to be especially effective with schizophrenics...”

“JJ,” Emily called out, walking towards her.

“They had to induce a coma, and we misjudged,” JJ turned to her wife. “The boyfriend, we thought he was a teenager. A peer. Well,” she bitterly chuckled. “He’s older. Much older.”

“How do you know?”

She held up the necklace to Emily with angry, trembling fingers. “Chelsea saw this around my neck. The look in her eyes was recognition.”

“The jewelry the unsub gave Bethany,” Emily noted, piecing together what JJ had found.

“Same one. He gave this to Roslyn, who gave it to me. God only knows how many other girls there’s been since then.” She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth, “I have been wearing this around my neck, his trophy, this whole time.”

Emily cautiously reached out to the blonde. “JJ, we will arrest him.”

JJ had just handcuffed Ethan Howard, their unsub, Roslyn’s older boyfriend and killer and brought him out of the interrogation room. A betrayed Bethany slapped Ethan across the face before being taken into custody as well. JJ, Emily, and Rossi watched as the young girl and unsub left. Emily laid a comforting hand on the small of JJ’s back, and the younger wife eventually relaxed in her touch.

“I know,” JJ nodded. “But when we do, I’m gonna need you to keep me away from him, because if I get a chance, I swear to God, I will kill him.”

“You good, JJ?” Rossi asked.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

“Come on, honey. Let’s go,” Emily softly said and the three walked away. As they were walking to the doors, the unit chief intertwined her fingers with JJ's to comfort her.

JJ and Emily came back home. Emily paid the babysitter and checked on the boys in their rooms. She gave each of them a forehead kiss and smoothed their hair down before going back to her and JJ’s room. JJ let out a heavy sigh and dropped her bag on their bedroom floor before lying down on the bed. Emily laid beside her and pulled her body close to hers. The blonde rested her head on her shoulder, and the older woman ran her fingers through her hair.

JJ took out the gold necklace and ran her thumb over the heart locket. She didn't know what else to do with the necklace. It was her sister's. It held so much meaning to her. So, she put it back inside her pocket and squeezed Emily's hand for reassurance.

“Emily-”

“Shh. Just get some rest, ok? We had a tough case. You did,” Emily whispered.

"I just-" JJ sat up and ran a hand through her hair. "I almost didn't save Bethany in time. She- she would've become… his next trophy. I couldn't save Roslyn then. Bethany could've ended up like her."

Emily sat up, too, and reached out to touch her wife's hands. "JJ, this is not your fault, ok? Don't put yourself down like this."

JJ nodded and sighed, “I’m sorry.” She slumped her shoulders and glanced down at their joined hands, playing with Emily's gentle fingers. "I just really miss her. Ros always gave up her time for me, helped me whenever I got hurt, and… I looked up to her a lot. I even wanted to play soccer because of her," she smiled fondly at the memory of her sister. “She even told me I was a badass."

Emily chuckled along with her, “Well, she’s right. You are a badass.” She kissed her lips and pulled back to look at her. "Roslyn would've been proud of what you did with the case. You did her justice and she would’ve been grateful for that."

JJ slowly nodded and bit her lip. Emily’s right. She did bring justice for her sister, and Roslyn would’ve thought it was badass. The blonde agent quietly chuckled to herself as she remembered Roslyn's words from before, "...he'll know not to mess with Jennifer Jareau. 'Cause she's a total badass.”

"Now, get some sleep. You need it," Emily's voice quietly broke through and JJ felt herself being pulled back down. She laid her head on Emily's shoulder and snuggled back into her body.

The next day, Emily was in her office, fixing a small black box for her wife. Earlier that noon, she had used the last 15 minutes of her lunch break to “run an errand” at the jewelry store, leaving a confused JJ behind because she usually ate with her. When Emily was done with her finishing touches, she went outside her office to see JJ at her desk, concentrating on her reports.

Emily let her wife fall asleep first. She thought about the necklace JJ had before they learned it was a painful and awful reminder of what happened with Roslyn before. She noticed JJ taking the necklace out at the police precinct and made a mental note to go to the jewelry store tomorrow.

“JJ, I need to see you for a moment,” Emily called out across the bullpen, using her stern unit chief voice.

“Ooh, looks like you’re in trouble, JJ,” Matt joked, looking up from his paperwork. JJ playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head before heading upstairs to see her wife.

The blonde profiler followed Emily into her office, closing the door behind her, “What’s up?”

The unit chief grabbed the box from her desk, “I got you something earlier while you were busy.”

JJ took the box from her and slowly opened it. She quietly gasped at the sight. It was a gold necklace, similar to the one Roslyn gave her, but there was a minor difference. The locket was not heart-shaped, but a different one.

“Blackbird,” JJ noticed and looked up at Emily.

The unit chief nodded and pointed at the locket, “Look what’s inside.” The blonde picked it up from the box and opened the locket, revealing two pictures: one of Henry and Michael on one side and the one of Roslyn and JJ on the other side. Emily had enlisted some of Penelope’s help with the photos to fit the locket size. Tears started to form in JJ’s eyes as she ran her thumbs along the pictures inside.

The older woman softly smiled, “I hope you like it.”

JJ nodded and smiled, “I do. I love it so much.” She kissed her and Emily grabbed the necklace from her hand. The blonde wife turned around, brushing her hair aside. Emily clasped the necklace closed when she put it around her neck.

JJ turned back around to face Emily and looked down to toy with her new necklace. She gave a tearful smile and kissed the brunette for a few seconds, resting her forehead against hers after, “Thank you, Emily.”

Emily smiled back, “For what?”

"For understanding. For being there when I needed you," the blonde answered, playing with the fabric on the shoulder of her wife’s work shirt.

"I will always be here for you, JJ. You know that," Emily kissed her forehead.

“I know. I love you.”

“I love you, too, JJ,” the older woman said and pulled her into a tight embrace.

JJ smiled and kissed her again, this time deepening it. She lightly pushed Emily against her desk and her hands blindly found her boss’s belt buckle, attempting to undo it.

“Babe, we have work to do. Those reports aren’t going to finish themselves,” Emily murmured and chuckled.

“Mm-mm, I want to properly thank you,” JJ said, kissing Emily’s jawline. “I’m determined to make you finish first.”

The brunette lightly laughed and pulled away, with JJ slightly frowning at the loss of contact. Emily kissed her cheek and offered to make a deal, “How about this? We get off work at around 5, so I’ll let you have your way with me then.”

JJ’s eyes lit up as she nodded. She kissed her one more time and hugged her again. JJ rested her head on Emily’s shoulder as her fingers played with the blackbird locket again.

The blackbird was very significant to JJ. Not only did it mean a code for danger to her, but it also meant courage and change. JJ thought about how she grew up the person she is today, but she couldn’t have done it without Roslyn in her younger years and Emily in her older years. Her sister helped her learn how to find herself when she was younger, and her wife built JJ to become the stronger version of herself later on. It’s no wonder why Emily chose a blackbird for the locket. It’s because that’s how the unit chief saw JJ: hopeful and brave.

#jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #roslyn jareau #jemily fic #tw suicide

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etherrealoblivion · 4 years ago

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Chapter Twelve: We May Have A Problem

Table of Contents

Fic summary: Owning a bookstore in downtown D.C. came with its fair share of downsides. You never thought that being the target of a serial killer would be one of them. Luckily, a nice FBI agent by the name of Spencer Reid is assigned to watch over you. What's the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1,810

MASTERLIST

When you woke up, Spencer was standing, fully dressed and talking on the phone.

“No, I didn’t hear anything. . . . Yes, it had been open but this morning it was closed and so was her bedroom door. . . . A new one? . . . What book? . . . Okay, I understand. . . . Yes, sir. . . . You too.”

He hung up, running a hand through his hair and turning towards you. Startled to see you awake, he came near and sat on the couch.

“Hey,” his voice was much gentler than it had just been on the phone. Presumably, he’d been talking to Hotch, his boss.

“You said ‘A new one’. Is there a new victim?”

“I really don’t think—“

“Spencer.” You didn’t have time to argue with him about whether or not you should know what was going on. “I need to know.”

He must’ve known it was no use putting up a fight. He sighed softly before he spoke, setting the tone for the conversation.

“Yes. There’s a new victim, pushing the total up to six. I shouldn’t be telling you this,” he said, more to himself than you.

“I need to know,” you repeated, urging him to go on. “Please.”

Silent for a moment, he said, “Okay, but first get dressed and eat breakfast. Then we’ll sit down and talk.”

Right. You were still missing your pants. And your last shred of dignity.

So you stood, went to your bedroom, and dressed in jeans and a tank top. It would be a decidedly unremarkable outfit if not for the fact you never wore very exposing clothes, such as a tank top. This particular one happened to expose just the right amount of skin. You wondered if Spencer would notice. Not that that was important! Someone had been killed, for christ sakes.

“What time did you get up?”

He’d found a box of cereal and poured two bowls. The living room was much cleaner and you suspected he’d tidied up, ridding the room of evidence of last night.

“Six,” he said with a mouthful of cereal, not sparing you a look. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell y—“

You had stepped into his line of sight and his jaw had dropped. It was like a moment out of a sitcom.

“What is it?”

Suddenly aware of the way he was gaping at you, he adjusted, looking at you in confusion.

“What’s what?”

You would have laughed at his shock if not for the pressing matter at hand.

“You said there’s something you need to tell me?” and you sat next to him, picking up the bowl of cereal and eating.

“Right. Yes, um. . . .” he hesitated for a moment, putting down his bowl and breathing deeply. When he looked at you, you understood that there was something more to what had happened.

“Just tell me,” you took his hand in yours and he let you. Strange how you were the one in danger but you frequently found yourself comforting him. Not that you were complaining! It actually felt nice to take care of someone else. Made you feel less useless.

“Last night . . .” you drew a quick breath in anticipation of the discussion to come. “Last night, someone snuck into the apartment.”

You released the breath you’d been holding. That wasn’t what you were expecting. You waited for him to go on.

“When I woke up, the window and door to your bedroom were closed even though last night they’d been open. Someone must have entered the apartment. Presumably the stalker. I’ve already called the team and they’re sending a unit over.”

He paused, giving you the opportunity to ask, “Why didn’t he . . . kill me?”

“We’re operating under the assumption that he doesn’t want to kill you. He wants to play out a fantasy with you but since he’s too scared to approach you, he has to substitute you with other women. However, we have to assume that he won’t stop killing until he finds some way to play out his fantasy with you.”

“What’s the fantasy?”

Spencer paused.

“We aren’t quite sure. Each of the victims was killed in a unique manner based on certain books. A copy of each book was found at the crime scene. We’re still unsure as to why he’s choosing these specific books as there’s not a lot that connects them.”

“How did he kill them?” you didn’t want to know but you had to.

He seemed to understand this so he answered without too much protest.

“The first victim was found with a copy of The Handmaid's Tale. She’d had her eye scratched out and was hanged. The second book was The Picture of Dorian Gray, victim found stabbed next to a self-portrait. The Telltale Heart and The Great Gatsby pretty much speak for themselves. The most recent one was 1984. She, uh . . . had a cage strapped to her head and . . . well, you can picture the rest. Are you okay?”

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, breath frozen in your throat, putting a pattern together.

“That’s only five. What book did the new one have? How was she killed?”

“Oh, um. A Clockwork Orange. It looked like he made her jump out of a window. What’s wrong?”

You stood and started to pace slowly, processing all this information. Absentmindedly, biting your nails, you thought hard if it was just a coincidence.

It can’t be. Is it? It must!

“Y/N!” Spencer was in front of you, crouching slightly with his hands on your shoulders. “What’s wrong? Should I not have told you?”

Rather than answer, you pulled him to your room, flicked on the light, and sat on the floor in front of your nightstand. Underneath it was a little cabinet, both doors closed, a little latch locking them.

You looked at Spencer. He looked so worried like it was his fault all this was happening. You wished you could kiss all worries away so that it was just him and you and nothing else. But you couldn’t. There was something far more pressing now.

With a flick of your wrist, you unlocked the cabinet and opened it. There were two little shelves, each holding an assortment of books.

“I keep my oldest classic books in here,” you said, watching his expression change to understanding as he saw the books.

The first six on the top shelf were the exact ones that had been found at each crime scene.

Spencer’s team had arrived two hours later, preceded by an entire Crime Scene Investigation unit. Your entire apartment was cordoned off, the only people in and out being the FBI personnel, so you were standing in the hallway, watching people help themselves to your apartment.

“Y/N?” it was the blonde woman. “I’m sorry we haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Jennifer Jareau, I’m the media liaison. We’ve decided to release this case to the press. It might help push the killer out of hiding, attract more attention.”

You nodded, understanding what that meant. They’d have to give all sorts of details that involved you. What the victims looked like: you. Why he was killing them: you. And who he was really after: . . . you.

“We also need to change your cover, move you to a safer spot.”

You looked at her, confused.

“Why?”

“He clearly knows where you live, who is with you, and how to get in. We’re going to relocate you to a secure location. Doctor Reid will take you as soon as your things are packed.”

“Wait, I don’t want to go somewhere else. I wanna stay here. Can’t you just put more cops nearby?”

You were being stubborn, you knew. But your apartment was the only place you felt comfortable anymore, anywhere else and there was the threat of being attacked. Only now, that threat applied here.

“We need to keep as many people working on catching the unsub as possible. The more people worrying about you, the less trying to catch this guy.”

It was blunt but she was right. They needed to be focusing on taking him down, not keeping you safe. They needed the best people on the case. Then why. . . ?

“Then why is Spence the one protecting me? He’s a literal genius, shouldn’t he be heading up the case?”

She looked at you quizzically, like she was trying to figure you out.

“What?” you spat harshly, having had enough of not getting answers.

Coolly, surely from years of experience dealing with impatient people, she replied, “Doctor Reid has expressed a . . . request to keep his assignment with you.”

You took a moment to process that information. He’d asked to stay with me. He’d requested it.

“Why?”

Jennifer was looking at you analytically; like she was deciding the right thing to say.

“I don’t know.” And you knew she was telling the truth. She honestly had no idea why Spencer would choose to stay with you rather than help catch the killer.

You smiled politely at her, “Thank you, Jennifer.”

“My friends call me J.J.” she smiled back, lightly placing a hand on your arm comfortingly. Her phone rang. “If you’ll excuse me.”

And she left you in the hallway, surrounded by people yet feeling so alone, wondering when Spencer would be back.

J.J. had to work late, fixing the stupid paperwork error she’d made earlier. Hotch was the only one still there.

Deciding to check in with him before she left, she knocked on the door to his office, already stepping in.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out. You good?”

“Hmm,” he grunted, not looking up from the case file.

Debating whether or not to prod, she sat in the chair across from him. He glanced at her, realizing he’d been dismissive.

“Sorry,” he said, wiping a hand over his face and sighing.

J.J. chuckled. “It’s ok. It’s been a rough week.”

“Tell me about it. This guy hasn’t been leaving any indicators of who he is, where he works, and why he’s targeting this girl.” Hotch slapped the file and sat back.

J.J. shuffled in her seat awkwardly.

“Has Reid ever . . .”

But she trailed off, prompting Hotch to look at her seriously.

“Has Reid ever what?”

“Has he ever asked to be assigned as a protector? Rather than be in on the case?”

Hotch looked at her suspiciously, trying to recall previous cases.

“Not that I can remember. Why? Wondering what makes this case different?”

J.J. shook her head.

“It’s not the case.”

“What do you mean?”

She smiled sheepishly.

“We may have a problem. Earlier, outside her apartment, she was talking about how she didn’t want to move locations. And—”

“—Well, that’s normal. She feels comfortable where she is, wary of pushing her comfort zone.”

“Hotch,” J.J. said seriously, prompting Hotch to look at her again. “She called him ‘Spence’.”

After a moment Hotch sighed, face-palming.

“Shit.”

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spencersstrawberryjello · 3 years ago

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Inside Scoop (Chapter One)

Chapter One - The Greatest Regret of my Life

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Chapter Summary: Dahlia Silvers is on her way to work when she makes a horrifying discovery that will change her life... and lead to her getting tangled up with the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of corpse (violent death), police interactions (please let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 2417

A/N: Yay new story!! Ok, two quick things I need to mention before we get into it: one, I have absolutely no clue about the roads in DC and I merely listed two ones that I knew were on a corner. And two: I also have no clue where the Washington Post office is, and am not trying to make any claims about the company in any way, it’s just a reputable news place in DC so I wanted to use it for the story (please don’t sue me Jeff Bezos). Ok that’s all - hope you enjoy!! :)

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It was raining.

I knew we were supposed to get a short shower this morning, but I still groaned as I walked out into the disgusting downpour bombarding the streets of DC.

The only positive thing about days like this was the lack of people on the sidewalk. Generally everyone was dashing to the subway before they could get too soaked, but I only lived a few blocks from work. So I elected to walk.

Usually, that was fine. I had my umbrella, and I got into the office in about fifteen minutes, give or take a few. After that I got my writing assignments for that day within ten, and I got to work.

Usually.

The smell hit me first. Initially, I thought it was just rotten fruit, or something similar that someone had thrown out, but the closer I got the more it smelled rancid, impossible to describe.

The next thing I noticed was the bag.

The woman’s purse had been thrown from her hand. Or maybe it had fallen, I had no way of knowing. All I knew was that I saw it sitting on the sidewalk at the mouth of the alleyway I was about to walk past.

One of the greatest regrets of my life was picking up that purse.

Because when I picked it up, I had to turn and see who it belonged to. And that’s when I saw her.

I wasn’t sure how long the blood had been pooled around her body, but it was dried on the concrete. Her head was twisted at an unnatural angle, revealing the deep slash wound across her throat. Her hands were bloodied, and I had no way of knowing if it was her blood or someone else’s. All I knew was that this woman was dead, and there was no way in hell it was due to natural causes.

The combination of the sight in front of me and the smell of decay permeating the air sent a wave of nausea through my body, and my eyes watered as I turned away, vomiting on the sidewalk not far from where the woman laid. I fumbled to pull my phone out of my pocket, my hands shaking as I dialed 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“Someone’s dead. It’s a woman, she - I was on my way to work, and I just found her - holy shit…”

“Ok ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down please, everything will be ok. Can you tell us where you are right now?”

“Yeah, yes,” I forced myself to breathe, stepping out to the edge of the sidewalk in an attempt to read the street sign in front of me. “Right by the corner of 9th and G Street NW. There’s an alley a few feet away from the intersection. She’s…” I turned back to the woman’s body for a moment before forcing my eyes away again. “I don’t know what happened. It looks bad, I -”

“It’s ok ma’am. What is your name?”

“Dahlia. Dahlia Silvers.”

“Ok Dahlia. Is there anyone else with you? Or around you?”

I scanned my surroundings before responding shakily, “No.”

“Is the woman alive?”

“No.” I don’t know of anybody who could survive their throat being slashed.

“Ok. A team is on their way, but I need you to stay calm for me, ok?”

I nodded, despite the fact that she couldn’t see me. “Alright.”

“Good. Can you stay on the scene so that investigators can speak with you when they arrive?”

My first thought was that I was going to be late for work. It’s actually kind of funny, in retrospect, how unimportant that is compared to the discovery I just made. But the thought was still there.

“I think this would be a valid reason to call in sick.” I replied. The woman on the other end of the phone laughed lightly.

“Yes, I think it would. Would you like me to stay on the phone with you until the team arrives?”

“No, I’m just… I’m going to walk away a bit? Is that ok? I can’t… I mean, I’ve seen pictures and videos of stuff like this, but I didn’t think it would be so -”

“As long as you’re nearby, everything should be fine. It’s understandable that you would need to move away from the body.”

“Ok. Ok,” I took in another deep breath, “I’m ok.”

“A team should be there in a couple of minutes.”

The line went dead, and I sunk down against the wall of the building by the alley, far enough away that the smell of death couldn’t follow me. I felt like it was in my clothes, in my hair; for a second I thought I was going to throw up again, and I put my head in my hands, forcing myself to breathe until the investigators arrived on the scene. I had half a mind to realize that it wasn’t raining anymore, but I couldn’t be bothered to figure out where I’d dropped my umbrella. My clothes were sticking to my skin, and everything on my body felt viscerally wrong.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen images of dead people before; I was a young adult, and I liked movies. Obviously I was used to gore. But the stench… nothing could’ve prepared me for that.

I was surprised at the sheer number of people that showed up: I mean, there was a CSI van, which I expected, but a black car pulled up behind them, as well as two city police cars. Immediately, the CSI team got to work, and the rest of the people began piling out of their cars. The first person to take notice of me was one of the police officers, and he immediately made a beeline for where I was sitting on the sidewalk.

“Are you Dahlia Silvers? The woman who called in the body?” He asked. I nodded, and he held out his hand to me, helping me up on unsteady feet.

“Thank you.”

“‘Course. Now, I’d like to ask you a few questions if that’s ok?”

I nodded again, and he began a surprisingly long tirade of questions. Why was I passing by, where was I going, did I walk this street every day, what did I see first, did I touch anything on the scene, did I know the woman, had I seen anyone else - everything I should’ve expected but didn’t even think about in the wake of everything I’d just witnessed.

I answered accordingly: work, work, yes, the purse, the purse, no, no - I mentioned that the vomit was mine, and that I’d picked the purse up with the intent to return it to whoever dropped it. I mentioned that the first thing I picked up on was the smell, and that I had no idea what happened. Only that my day was perfectly normal, and then -

“Excuse me, officer?” A new voice cut into our conversation, a woman. I turned to look at her, noticing the FBI logo on her jacket immediately. “I’d like to speak with Ms. Silvers for a moment, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course Agent,” He nodded, rejoining the larger group that we were standing a bit away from. I knew he was still watching me, but I couldn’t be bothered to worry about my status on this case’s suspect list right now. I was still trying to process the fact that there was a fucking dead body about five feet away from me.

“Dahlia Silvers?” She asked, as if she didn’t already know. I nodded, and she smiled, introducing herself as well.

“I’m Special Agent Prentiss, I’m with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

Immediately my brow furrowed with confusion. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, we study -”

“No, I’m sorry, I should’ve been clearer: I know what the BAU does. What is the BAU doing here, in DC?”

“We’re investigating a string of recent murders, and we believe that this one is most likely connected to the case.”

“... If there have been enough murders here that your team needed to come down, why aren’t any of the news stations covering it? I haven’t heard anything about this.”

“We’ve put a block on most of the press until we can gain a better understanding of the situation. I understand why you might feel betrayed by the media -”

“It’s not like that at all,” I rushed to correct her, not realizing I’d cut her off again, “I’m a journalist. I work for The Washington Post. Our office is like three blocks away, that’s where I was headed when - when I saw her.”

The woman nodded, a sympathetic expression on her face. “I’m sorry that you had to see all of this.”

“Thank you,” I gave her a small smile. I did appreciate it, but honestly, I’d recovered from the sight pretty quickly. I’d started working in crime journalism recently, and that came with it’s fair share of gruesome images and stories of tragedy flooding my computer. Hence the reason why my lack of knowledge on these murders was a concern. “I’m just confused as to why I didn’t hear about the murders, while working for a news site. It would make sense for a few stories to slip through, or for our CEO to announce something to us writers - how the hell did you manage a full media block?”

She laughed a bit at my bluntness, but said, “We got here very shortly after the first murder. We were able to restrict almost all stories about the event immediately.”

“Almost all? No, you guys got all of them - I have a keyword filter set up on Google to email me whenever a seemingly newsworthy event happens in the surrounding area, and I feel like ‘local murder’ would definitely count as newsworthy.”

“That’s… surprising, but it makes sense. Never underestimate the power of Jennifer Jareau - that’s our press liaison, she handles -”

“Oh yeah, I know her! I’ve spoken with her a few times when you guys have had cases in DC.”

“Right! Yeah, she’s great…” She got a sort of far-off look in her eye for a moment before she cleared her throat, “But that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about. I know that you spoke with the local police already, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to return to the station with us so we could interview you a bit further - you’re not under arrest, you’d be free to go at any time, we just have a couple more questions.”

I was hesitant, but at the same time, there was an itch in the back of my mind. An itch to know more. If this was a chance for me to find out what’s been going on, no way in hell I’m saying no to that.

Plus, if I did say no, that would be incredibly suspicious.

So I nodded, allowing Agent Prentiss to lead me back to the black vehicle that arrived with the slew of police cars. She opened the passenger door for me before shouting to someone who I’m assuming was one of her coworkers.

“Reid! Stay here and investigate the scene - I’m going to escort Ms. Silvers back to the station, and I’ll be back to pick you up.”

I heard a faint response before she shut the passenger door, climbing around to the other side and allowing me a glimpse of whoever she was talking to.

He was standing on the pavement, still looking at the car, nodding as I’m assuming Agent Prentiss said something else to him. The blue sweater he had on over his button up presented an interesting contrast between the pantsuit I’d seen Prentiss wearing, and the ridiculous query of the nature of the BAU’s uniforms crossed my mind before I turned my attention back to the matter at hand.

The matter at hand being, of course, discreetly staring at the man in front of me.

His curly hair rested almost at his shoulders, and I was mesmerized as I watched him speak, one hand flying and the other holding onto a thin wooden cane. Finally, he nodded definitively before turning back to the crime scene, and my eyes snapped to the driver’s side door as I heard Agent Prentiss slide into the seat next to me.

“Oh please, don’t let me interrupt your staring at Dr. Reid,” She held up her hands in mock defense, trying to keep herself from laughing, “I’m merely the driver.”

“Sta - what, I wasn’t staring, I -” I immediately started to defend myself (even if I totally was staring at Dr. Reid), but Agent Prentiss laughed again.

“Relax, Ms. Silvers. I’m only teasing. He is quite a good-looking man, isn’t he? Not my type, but I’m not blind.”

I blushed, acknowledging her statement with a nod as she put the car in drive, pulling away from the curb. As we started down the road, the full weight of the events that just occurred finally hit me.

I found a corpse.

I was on my way to a police station.

I might be the main suspect in an ongoing murder case. I hadn’t actually asked about that yet.

It was almost as if Prentiss had noticed the shift in my mood - honestly, there’s a chance she actually had, she was a profiler - because she broke the silence with a question.

“Ms. Silvers? How are you feeling?” She asked. I just shook my head.

“Please, call me Dahlia. And honestly, I have no idea how I’m feeling. I… well, I’m sure I don’t need to say that nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”

“I’d be surprised to hear you say it had,” She laughed. I laughed a bit too, though I couldn’t ignore the anxiety eating at me.

“I’m pretty sure I haven’t processed it yet,” I said honestly.

“You’ve gone through a lot in the last hour,” She agreed, “And I hate to say it, but you’re going to have to go through a little bit more. We’re here.”

We pulled into the police station, and she put the car in park, hoping out. I followed suit, and we both headed up the walkway to the front doors.

I was practically trembling with nerves, but at the same time, excitement coursed through my veins at what I might learn.

The BAU might’ve put a blockade on the media from the outside, but I was getting the inside scoop.

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ash19871962 · 4 years ago

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Sisters

Warnings- Blood, Domestic Abuse, slight mention of suicide (not my choice criminal minds made the story for rosalyn)

Jennifer Jareau x OC Jareau

Having an older sister was sometimes a blessing and a curse. There was absolutely nothing you wouldn't do for her, after everything she had done for you. It annoyed you how quickly you guys would make up after a fight, but she was your best friend.

Both of your childhoods were incredibly different, having grown up in the same house but with totally different atmospheres. When you were two and JJ was 11, your 15 year old sister Rosalyn took her own life.

After that things changed in your house, you don't really remember it too much but Jj would tell you stories about that time. Especially at night when you were supposed to be sleeping, trying to remember a sister you don't actually remember is very difficult.

Of course you've seen pictures of all three of you but she is still a stranger to you. But to Jj it affects her deeply, Ros was her idol.

Sometimes in the back of your mind you wonder if Jj even likes you or is just using you to replace Ros. After all your 9 years younger than her? But she is still your big sister and you can't think of her like that for long.

It doesn't surprise you as you grew up that Jj is everywhere. Anything that happened she was there, when Ricky that snot nose kid from 1st grade punched you in the face, she spent hours in the garage showing you how to block your face.

At 14 years old she had much better things to do but she stayed with you. Cleaned your nose and made sure you didn't tell mom. Your mom was probably more of an absentee parent, like she was there in body but not in mind too much. Jj says Ros took a part of her, but sometimes you feel jipped.

Mom apparently used to laugh and smile, plan fun things for them all to do. But you can't remember any of this. You only remember Jj. She was the only one who looked after you, kept you safe it was almost like she was your mom at times, but you always remember her.

Remembering sharing a bed with her during storms, playing in makeup singing stupid songs, sharing secrets and just plain missing her.

She would be so disappointed if she could see you now. Not really having a choice anymore anyways, telling her is essential but your still scared what if your big sister can't help?

Shivering in the cool breeze taking into account your still bleeding a little you decide it's time to leave. Wiping the blood out of your face as best you can, the gash above your eye stings.

The fight you just had was nothing new, the bruises on you back would testify to that. Even through all this you still don't know how to even tell Jj.

It's not an easy conversation, she is either going to be so mad at you she won't speak to you or so over protective she's gonna kill him.

Your phone on your lap feels heavy, but the nerves in your stomach feel like a lead weight. Opening your messaging app you text her

Aj- Hey jayge Are you busy, can I call?

A couple minutes ago by and she texts you back

Jj- Abs! Hey hun yeah we're almost done with this case, give me a couple hours I'll text before we head to the airport ok? Love you💜

You don't want to be disappointed but you guess it'll have to do. Grabbing your phone making your way into the house stopping briefly to grab a couple changes of clothes and your memory box which has everything important in it including you birth certificate.

Making a split decision you also leave your phone but write down all the important numbers just in case. Knowing by the time Jj texts, you'll either be in the hospital or with her.

Nothing else in this house is important . Feeling like the worst thing possible is being stuck here, you leave and make your way home to Jj.

Getting behind the wheel planning to make such a long drive from Pennsylvania all the way to Quantico or at least as close as you can get.

First things first she needs a Dr, so she decides to take care of that first pulling out of the driveway and driving putting a hospital search in her GPS, locating one two towns over that she won't be recognized in she proceeds there.

Sitting in her car fiddling her humbs working up the courage to move. Finally making the decision you walk in and start a new life.

A nurse approaches you and escorts you to the back, answering questions left and right

Name Abigail Jaraeu

Age 20

What happened... Your not exactly sure how to answer this so you don't answer.

Getting changed into the stupid gown you realize how alone you are. Butterflies fly in your stomach making you almost nauseous.

The Dr, has a knowing look in his eye as he looks over your injuries, noticing more than you realize.

The gash above your eye takes 8 stitches, your nose is not broken but two black eyes are in your future, didn't even notice the split lip until the dr goes to stitch it 3 more there.

Feeling absolutely terrible it's not done, the rest of the body check shows more injuries none of them too serious just painful.

The broken wrist being the worst, mystified that you could drive all the way there without so much as a twinge of pain.

Apparently adrenaline is a real thing.

Shocked as the Dr starts applying the cast, absently shocked and numb to how you you must look.

You just want Jj.

To hug you, to hold your hand, to kiss your forehead, your scared and you want your big sister, but she is at work.

Surprisingly no broke ribs just jarred heavily, and of course the bruises, you are given a prescription for pain and instructions for the cast, and you sign yourself out against what they recommend but you know you are just ready to be with Jj.

The drive from this place to Jj is roughly 5 hours so you get started.

The phone you left at the house has to be found by now. Memories of the fight flash as your merge on the interstate, setting cruise control you let yourself relax.

The shoving, the broken mirror the outrage that you didn't do anything wrong. It made no sense to you, Johnny was supposed to be a good guy, but he ended up being the scariest thing you've ever encountered.

As your driving you remember Jj is on a case so no one is at her house. Your nephews would be with Wills Mom. Maybe you could stay there till they got back you had a key?

In this situation you didn't think she'd mind.

God you were scared, what If she yelled at you? If she did your pretty sure you would crumble.

Driving is incredibly hard with a cast but you have to make due, you have to get there. Once there everything will work out.

Feeling incredibly guilty now, you think should you even bother Jj? She literally has children what if Johnny came there?

You don't think he's that stupid but you never know. Jj would kill him.

Stopping to fill up with gas using most of the cash you have, you keep driving closer and closer to safety.

For probably the quietest drive your ever made in your life you finally make it to Jj's neighborhood.

Concerned now because it's 2 am and the street is completely deserted, you make up your mind to park farther down the road from her house just in case she's actually already home.

The upstairs light is on, and your basically a nervous wreck. All you want is her, but scared in how she's gonna react .

Slowly getting out of your car, you make your way to Jj's porch and knock softly.

Hearing the footsteps, turns the butterflies in your stomach turn to rocks.

Will opens the door angry someone knocked on the door at 2 am. The second he sees your face his jaw drops, and concern fills his eyes.

Your arms are grabbed into a hug, tears finally fall from your eyes as he calls for your sister to come down the stairs.

Obviously Jj took that offensively, as it's 2 am and she only just got home.

Upon seeing you stitched casted and crying in her husband's arms, all composure is gone.

The next couple of minutes are a blur, feeling yourself be transferred into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, but strangely you feel better.

Her hands are on your cheeks, and her blue eyes are filled with anguish but at that moment you feel safer than you have in a long time.

"What happened to you Abs? I tried calling you and Johnny said you went to bed"

There is a lump in your throat "Johnny did this, all if this"..

Out of the corner of your eye you see Will leave the room, and in that moment you know, you have to tell her everything..

The story spills from your lips, how he stared out like a normal boyfriend, then he just got so angry at everything how the fights started and how this one ended, how scared you were but most of all how you just had to get to her.

Jj stares back speechless and incredibly livid, her baby sister her best friend was hurt, and came to her.

She pulls you into another hug and in that moment it didn't matter how you looked or were you came from, you were home.

Jj would fix everything, and you would never be able to repay her.

#criminal minds #fanfiction #jennifer jereau x reader

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mayraki · 5 years ago

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The Trained Assassin.

Spencer Reid series. Part 1.

Not my gif! Credits to the owner.

Summary: Life’s not easy when you found out that instead of being trained to be a spy for the CIA, you are being trained to be an assassin, a killer. The people you wanted to stop, they were making you one. That’s when you joined the BAU to become someone new, you didn’t want to be someone’s toy. You wanted your past to be errased, that’s all. But it’s not easy to hide a past like that.

“The First Case”

You could felt your heart beat faster than normally when the lift to the BAU building started moving. You closed your eyes and the face of your previous boss came in front of you, you opened them as fast as you could, anger was not the feeling that you wanted to feel right now.

The lift made a noise letting you know that you arrived at the floor you wanted, the doors opened and the noises of keyboards typing and phones ringing came into your ears immediately.

You stepped outside the lift and walked to Hotchner’s office as you were instructed when you talked to your old friend. When you were walking you felt a lot of eyes on you, but didn’t put much thought into it, you were used to that.

But Doctor Spender Reid was no used to that, the fact that a total stranger walked into the floor like she knew the place, caught his eyes. You looked interesting, like you were hiding something, someone mysterious and that’s why he couldn’t takes his eyes off of you.

You knocked on the door and you heard a “come in” from inside. Once you opened the door Agents Hotchner and Gideon appeared in your sight. Hotchner stood up from his desk and came to you to give you a big hug.

“Hi, y/n” he said after letting you go.

“Hi, Hotch.” You said with a smile “it’s good to see you again. And you too, Gideon”

Guideon hugged you with a half smile on his face. “I’m glad you’re here”

You nodded and sat down at the chair Hotch pointed.

“You’ve grown” he said.

A half smile appeared on your face and looked down “I lot has happend since we last saw each other”

It’s true.

A couple of years had past since you worked on a case with Agents Hotchner and Gideon, you were 21 and now, 25. Since then you three didn’t see each other face to face but kept in contact in case the BAU needed your help or your... special abilities.

“I’m sure you’re gonna fit well with the rest of the team, they are good people and they’re not much different from you” Gideon said and when it took you a second to give a response, he noticed and added quickly “different stories, same motives” You nodded with a half smile.

“And don’t worry, we didn’t tell them anything. Is your story to tell if you want.” Hotch said and I gave him a half smile.

“Thank you”

“We have a meeting to discuss the next case in ten minutes” Hotch said “you can set you stuff in your desk in the mid time.

“Thank you, Hotch” You stood up and once Gideon left the room you said “seriously, for everything”

“You know I always wanted you on the team, you’re one of the greatest.”

When you left the office and walked down the little stairs, you searched with your eyes your desk and in a matter of 5 seconds, you read the name “y/n y/ln” on a peace of paper on one of the desks.

You put the box that you were carrying since you left your car on top of your desk, when you realized you didn’t have much of “your stuff”. You didn’t want anything from your life to be remembered. Just... one thing.

You opened the box and the only thing that could bring you joy on this time was on a picture with a big smile on his face. Your little brother. You grabbed the picture and tapped it to the side of your desk. You missed him.

When you put the box aside, you felt a set of eyes on you. You looked to your left and a guy with glasses on was staring at you, but as soon as you looked at him, he went back to the book that was on his hands.

“Everyone on the meeting room” Gideon walked fast to the room followed by Hotch.

Once you were on the room, the eyes of 5 people were on you.

“Guys this is agent y/ln, she’s going to be a part of this team from now on. We can have the introductions later on, we have to talk about the case immediately”

“Three woman were found dead in the matter of three weeks in a small town from Ohio” A blonde girl said when she gained everyone’s attention “the local police wants us because they think that they have a case of a serial killer.”

“And why’s that?” The big man sitting next to you asked.

“The three bodies had the same cut on their stomachs,” she pressed a little controler that she had on her hand and the pictures of three stomachs showed on the big screen “they all have the letter “X”

“Looks like the killer took his time” the other lady that was sitting down said “look at the lines he carved, they are perfectly cut, not a single one is bigger that the other one”

“On the stories of pirates, they used to put an X on the treasure, maybe he thinks them as treasures?” The guy with the glasses that was looking at you before said quickly.

“Maybe” Hotch said.

“If we are talking about a serial killer, he has the same tarjet.” You said without looking away from the pictures “They are all woman on their 40’s, blonde, and for the look of their clothes, with money. Maybe he hunts them, he stalks them for a while, and when he kills them he puts a an “X” on their stomachs like “treasure found” you finished your sentence and felt all the looks on you. A silence came into the room and to break the tension you said with a half smile “Did I said something wrong?”

“No” the guy with the glasses said quickly. And when he noticed the way he said it he cleared his throat “that was good.” He moved uncomfortably and stood up. “Are we ready?”

Hotch nodded “the car leaves in ten minutes”

Spencer hoped no one noticed his behaviour back there, but he would be a foolish to think that in a room full of profilers. That’s when Agent Morgan appeared next to him putting his arm around his shoulders.

“What was that all about?” Morgan said with a smile playing dumb, because he knew exactly what was happening.

Spencer didn’t look at him and kept putting his stuff on his bag “What was what?”

“You have a crush on the new agent” he said with a bigger smile.

“What?” his voice went high pitch “No I don’t, what makes you think that?” He said while putting his bag over his shoulder, making Morgan let his shoulders lose.

“Oh, c’mon, pretty boy. You should ask her on a date”

Spencer started walking towards the lift followed by Morgan, and now Garcia.

“What are you guys talking about?” she asked.

“I just said that I think Reid should ask the new girl on a date”

“On a date?” Spencer said “I barely know her. You’re crazy”

“Well, that never stopped me” Morgan said with a smile winking at Garcia.

Once everyone stood inside the plane, you felt it turn on and slowly starting to move.

You opened the case file and started to read it, when you felt a body sat down next to you.

“I’m Derek Morgan” the big man said when you looked at him.

“Nice to meet you” you said with a smile.

“Is it time for the introduction?” A voice inside the computer that was in front of Agent Morgan talked and suddenly a blonde woman appeared. “I’m Penelope Garcia” she said with a big smile and you noticed all the jewellery she was wearing.

“I like your necklace” you said with a half smile.

“Oh! Thank you! That’s so sweet”

“I’m Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ” the blonde girl who talked about the case sat down infrot of you.

“I’ve seen you on TV a couple of times, you’re good”

“Thanks” she said with a smile but you noticed that she was not expecting the compliment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, nice to meet you” she shaked your hand and smiled. “I’m sure you will feel comfortable in no time”

“I’m sure I will” you gave her a half smile.

You looked around to see if everyone introduced themselves but the guy with the glasses was very focus reading the case file. You noticed that his finger was moving quickly on the paper.

“And he’s Dr. Spencer Reid. And yes, he can read that fast.” Morgan let out a little laugh and Spencer looked up from his file.

“Ah, Yeah, nice to meet you” He said and went back to the file.

Morgan and Garcia gave each other looks and you felt confused.

“How did you ended up in the BAU?” Emily asked once she sat down across from you with a coffee on her hands.

You had an answer prepared for this kind of questions, it was not the full story, but neither a lie.

“I worked with Agents Hotch and Gideon a couple of times, I always wanted to work with the FBI, and when I found out that there was a spot for the BAU I didn’t hesitate”

“How old are you when you started? You look kinda young” Morgan said.

“I worked on my first... case when I was eighteen. Now I’m 25” you were tempted to say “mission” but remembered quickly that you couldn’t just say that and pretend that they were the same thing.

“Wow, you started really young!” Garcia said on the screen “Are you a genious like Reid?”

“No, I’m not” you said with a half smile “I just... started way to early”

“You heard that pretty boy?” Morgan said loud enough so Spencer could heard him “your spot for the baby on the team has now been compromised”

Everyone laughed and Spencer just let out a simple “Mhm” while still reading the case file.

What’s up with that guy?

****

The three days that you were on Ohio went flying, it felt like hours instead of days. But the case wasn’t finished. The profile was done, but he was fast, always a step before the team. But then he made a mistake, that’s the opportunity to catch him.

Garcia was good, she found the name of the serial killer faster that you could ever imagined, you never worked with someone like that.

You were at his house, ready to go in, with Morgan and Spencer at your side.

“He’s not here, he’s not at his job” Gideon said on the communicator that Morgan had on his shoulder, “are your ready to go in?”

Morgan looked at me and I nodded, same did Spencer.

“Yeah” He said to the communicator.

“Ok. Keep me posted”

You three approached the door and once you were all on you positions, Morgan knocked the door down and you walked in.

“Clear” Spencer said in the kitchen.

“I’m going to check the back yard” you said and Morgan nodded.

“He’s not inside the house. We are right behind you” you nodded and headed to the door that lead to the back yard.

Once outside, you noticed a leaf moving on the right side, but there was no wind. You got closer and before you could think of anything you felt a body crashing into you pushing you back.

“Hey!” You said and ran after the man.

You heard Morgan and Spencer behind you, but you were faster, being able to pass the man, put your hand on the wall next to you and push your body upwards, hitting the running man on his neck with your knee.

“Nice...” Morgan said tying to catch his breath while you put the man on handcuffs.

“Thanks” you stood up and heard Morgan talking to Gideon.

Once the whole team were back on the police stacion, you decided to stand alone outside. It was something you did after you finished a case. Being a able to think something else that wasn’t the case, that wasn’t murder... it was something you were grateful for. Those moments.

You hear the voices of your team talking and the fear of them finding out your past came into your body. Not a lot of people can pull off moves like the one you did before, they are profilers, they are smart to figure it out. Why did you think that this was gonna work out?

You sighed and closed your eyes when you felt a body stood next to you.

“Hi” Spencer said with a half smile.

“Hi” you repeated the action he did.

“You ok?” He said with a concerned face.

Wait... he didn’t even look at you when he introduced himself, didn’t even talk to you when you were on the case and now he’s concerned? What a strange man.

“I’m ok. What about you?”

“I’m fine. Used to it.” He put his hands on his pants and you noticed that he was trying to say something. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but he closed it. Yes, Spencer was trying to ask you something, but he didn’t find the courage to do it.

After a couple of sencods, he finally said “that was a good move you pulled before”

Your nerves were going way up, but you kept it cool because you knew if you showed a little bit of it, he would noticed it.

“Thanks...”

He was trying to find the confidence he had deep down there, he knew he had a lot of it, but somehow you made him feel like the most insecure man of all time. It was the way you talked, the way you moved your eyebrows when you were thinking, it was the little things he thought they made you so interesting, he wanted to read you like a puzzle, but not like the ones he did every day, you were different. He tried to think like Morgan, how does he do this all the time?

“Do you think that maybe... you would want to grab coffee sometime?” He didn’t knew how he got it out, but he did, and he was glad he did.

The question took you for surprise, and now the fear of them knowing your past turn into... happiness?

“Are you asking me on a date, Dr. Reid?” You said with a smile.

“Uh... yes... maybe, if-if you want to?” He was nervous, you could tell and that made your heart skipped a beat.

“Sure, whenever you are free” you said.

“Yeah?” He said a little bit surprised and happy that you said yes.

“Yeah, it’s a date”

“It’s a date” he nodded and both of you went back inside, with the rest of the team.

PART 2

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viwihere · 4 years ago

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189 (Spencer Reid x Female Reader)

*gif is not mine

Summary:

y/n is a new addition to the BAU team, she is also a doctor, so can she and Dr. Reid work together to solve her first case or will the keep butting heads? Reader is 21 in this, it is set in season 3. (Spencer is 26 for reference)

Warnings:

Bad editing, a few nono words. Mention of drugs, kidnapping, and murderey stuff. somewhat implied smut. enjoyyyy. this is my first fic, I tried with the case stuff so hopefully it makes sense. teehee it probably sucks.

word count:

5,280 The time it took for the elevator to get from the ground floor to the bullpen was too long, but not long enough. I only gained the privilege of drinking a few weeks ago but here I was walking into the bullpen of the Bau. The weight of my Go bag over my shoulder couldn't match the weight of nerves and excitement in my head right now. Jesus y/n. Get yourself together, I cursed myself in my head. You have three doctorates in your name, you can do this.

I watched as a man walked down from an elevated platform leading to what seem to be a bunch of offices.

“Ah you must be Ms. y/l/m, I’m Supervisory Agent Hotchner. If director Struass wants you here so bad you must be special. Not many people warm up to that woman, me included. Please follow me.”

I’m not sure if I should be happy or frustrated he didn't let me get a word in. Probably happy, he saved me the embarrassment. I followed him up the stairs into what I assumed was a meeting room. And I was right. He pushed open the door to reveal a bunch of people sitting around a round table.

“This is your new team, ssa Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, derek Morgan, Emily Pretniss, tech analyst Penelope Garcia, and… Dr. Reid.”

I looked right at the man he pointed to as he said that. Tall nerdy type. He looked very young to be a doctor. Then I remembered I’m a doctor times three and I can't even rent a rental car yet. He was cute, scratch that absolutely adorable, and his hair. Jesus. I was pulled out of my trance when Hotch continued,

“Team this is new special supervisory agent y/n y/l/n.”

That's when I realized I could make my impression and the world fell out.

“Actually it’s Doctor.”

Everyone in the room stared for a few seconds. Emily was the first to speak,

“what are you 16? I mean I shouldn't be surprised cause Spence is only 26 but I didn't realize young people are getting smarter.”

This reaction wasn’t new to me.

“I’m 21”

I replied with a smile as I sat down next to Garcia. I quickly turned to see Morgan pat Dr. Reid on the shoulder and proceeds to say,

“Well pretty boy, looks like she beat your record by a year. You were 22 when you joined.”

Dr. Reid quickly brushed off his hand and shifted in his seat.

JJ was the next to speak,

“Where did you study?”

I quickly thought back to two years ago as I received my third (and final) PHD from MIT. I missed school, things were easier there.

“MIT, that’s where I got my doctorates.” I replied.

“Wait, Doctorates? As in plural?” David Rossi asked even more dumbstruck.

“Yeah…” I replied hesitantly “Mathematics, psychology, and humanities. I was only going to study psychology but after I received it I realized no one was hiring 15 year olds so I stayed in school till 17. After that I participated in a few field studies with professors and my mom made me take a break and do some normal things, like friends and stuff.”

I don't know if it was possible but everyone was even more shocked. Everyone but Dr. Reid, he seemed more… shameful. Derek spoke first, turning to Dr. Reid

“dude she broke your doctorate record by two years AND has friends.”

That certainly didn't help with the shame he was displaying. But seconds later he resituated himself and seemed more closed off, even angry. I tried not to think much of it.

“Alright folks, you spent all our briefing time interrogating Dr. y/l/n here, Garcia you’ll have to prep us on the jet.”

He turned to me this time. “You have a go bag with you?”

I nodded my head in reply as everyone stood up. “Good, wheels up in 30.”

Everyone shuffled out of the room. Across the table Derek was rubbing Dr. Reids back again saying, “don't worry kid, you still have your IQ of 187.”

I smirked and even giggled a little at the statement, but when they both looked up at me questioningly I quickly squeaked out a “sorry nothing.” Now, about this jet…

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Spencer’s POV:

When y/n first entered the conference room I took her in. She was very pretty with a “doe in the headlights” type of innocents. She looked extremely young, I was happy to have someone more my age around. I assumed she had just excelled at her training at Quantico, but when she announced she was a doctor my heart sank a little. She was beautiful and smarter than most people in the room already, how would she like me at all? At least I have my two other PHDs I told myself, but then she delivered the second blow. She did too. And sooner than me.

I could already tell the team was going to go to her as their “resident genius.” Most of them found me annoying already. And she said it herself, she has friends. Which means she has some sort of social skill… Even Morgan expressed his belief I had been beaten out. I have to prove to the team that I’m just as smart as her though I may lack most of her other attributes. Especially after she smirked when Morgan mentioned my IQ of 187.

Like Hotch said, we were wheels up in 30. Garcia was on the monitor briefing us.

“You guys are on your way to Ann Arbor. There have been three deaths of males, ages 20-26.”

Rossi interrupted “why haven't we been called sooner?”

“I was getting to that…” garcia retorted

“All of the causes of death were overdoses. The local police didn't think much after the first one of it till two more showed up. All the bodies dumped in public places. Each male did very well education wise. One was valedictorian, the other two honors at university of Michigan”

y/n jumped in this time. “What did they all overdose on?”

I could immediately see the change in demeanor on Garcias face. She paused for a second before she proceeded to answer

“they all overdosed on...Dilaudid.”

Shit.

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y/n's POV

As soon as Garcia spoke those words the whole mood on the place shifted. I could immediately tell Dr. Reid was the most uncomfortable. I tried to break the silence but I could tell right after I said it it just made things worse.

“Hydromorphone? That’s an oddly specific drug. This could be personal.” Everyone remained quiet.

“Is something wrong?” I asked directed at everyone.

“No.” Dr. Reid replied immediately so I took the hint to let it go.

JJ and Emily made knowing eyes with me right after. Hotch broke the awkwardness soon after and begane giving assignments.

“Ok, so the sheriff informed me they still have the most recent crime scene barred off, so y/n and Spencer I need you to check that out. JJ I need you to get ahead of the press, this is a school so it's going to be a mess, the rest of us will go down to the precinct and meet the local police.”

The rest of the plane ride was calm with nothing but a whisper or two from everyone.

We landed and headed to the latest dump site. It was a public library. The ride to the library was even more awkward then that moment on the plane, Dr. Reid was acting very guarded.

Many people have asked me what goes on inside my head, what makes me a genius? I hate that word. The only way I can describe it is that like most people our brain is aware of everything going on around us, but does not register it. My brain does. I can assume it's the same for Dr. Reid.

“So…” I began, “You know a lot about me already… how about you?”

He obviously dreaded the fact I opened my mouth. He didn't take his eyes away from the windshield as he responded.

“My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, I graduated from Caltech with three doctorates in Engineering, chemistry, and mathematics, I can read 20,000 words a minute, I have an IQ of 187, I have an eidetic memory, speak four languages and partial of a bunch more, and I work as a profiler for the BAU. ”

I honestly couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, or just trying to piss me off. I really wanted him to like me but I guess that wasn't happening. Was he showing off? I tried to lighten the mood,

“four? I only speak three. English, latin, and greek. But I can sing the alphabet backwards so I guess that makes up for the rest.”

He didn't say anything afterwards. So I sat back and enjoyed the quiet car ride to the library. That’s not true. I silently spiralled about how to get Dr. Reid to like me. But the more and more time I spent with him, the more closed off he became.

Everything about the crime scene was textbook. There wasn't anything obstruct, just the body. Nothing of interest was found at the crime scene except how Dr. Reid was obviously ignoring me, and when he finally did speak it was a passive aggressive remark.

The coroner confirmed it was a dilaudid overdose. When Reid and I arrived back at the station the rest of the team was just as stumped. All we could profile was that it was probably someone with a hatred for successful scholars. They were probably rejected by The university.

We had Garcia look at rejects, and people on dilaudid prescriptions. There were no red flags in either categories. We were all sitting around bouncing ideas off each other. Everyone seemed to be glossing over the fact dilaudid was the drug of choice but I knew it was important in some way. Hotch got the team's attention a little while later stating,

“The sheriff informed me we have another body at a public park.”

And a few minutes later we were all on our way to see it. I was in a car with Emily and JJ this time. I liked them both, they seemed like a good group of people to get blackout drunk with on a saturday night. And trust me, I'll be needing that with all the worrying I've been doing about Dr. Reid hating me. Almost like Emily could read my mind she bagan,

“So, y/n, you’re 21. Have you had the time to get a drink at your first bar yet? JJ and I are going out tonight if this case goes nowhere.”

JJ jumped in, “just a drink or to, can't get drunk on the job… Emily.” Emily scoffed at her remark.

“Depends, are you buying?” I gave my answer in my response.

When we arrived at the park, most of it was barred off, the body was covered in a white tarp. Hotch lifted the tarp to reveal a female body lying there.

“Wait a second, she's female, that doesn't fit the profile,” Emily stated.

“We have to wait for the coroner's report to determine if it's the same cause of death.” Hotch replied. “Derek get Garcia on the phone, see if we can identify her.”

Derek walked away talking to Garcia on the other end of the line.

I jumped in “the crime scene is the same as the one at the library, nothing”

Dr. Reid finally spoke an unamused look on his face, “that could mean this isn't related at all, actually She looks like a druggie who just overdosed in the park last night.”

I bent down and examined the body, that's when I noticed a bit of dried vomit in her nose. “She definitely overdosed, there is vomit in her nose. She probably aspirated. But there isn’t any on her lips or on her face. It looks like she was wiped clean. Remorse? Her clothes are dirty but that could just be from the rain last night”

Reid seemed to be making a game out of dismantling everything I was saying with his reply “Or she aspirated and the rain washed the vomit away. And her clothes could just be dirty cause she's an addict. We won't know till we have the coroner's report. I don't think this is related at all.”

Damn he was getting on my nerves. Something nagging in me knew this was connected just like the dilaudid. Derek came back,

“Garcia couldn’t identify her, she doesn't have any ID on her. We have to wait a bit.”

Hotch added “Well then, till the coroner report we can't do anything so I think we should all head to the hotel.”

Emily lit up “woohoo drink timeeeee,” everyone shook their head. I got in a final word before everyone left,

“Something tells me the dilaudid, and this woman are connected to this case in a way we aren't seeing.”

Reid seemed even more annoyed with me now. Then it hit me, the denial, the walls I knew it all to well. I had been there.

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Loud music and people chatting filled the room. JJ, Emily, and I are out at a bar like promised earlier. Two drinks in we all cut ourselves off in case we needed to chase someone down later that night. We were all still tipsy and chatting now. JJ was talking about the annoying parents trying to interfere with the investigation and press. Emily suggested we take them out next. Yeah, she wasn’t tipsy. She was drunk.

“Is Reid always such an asshole?” I asked bluntly.

“No, I think he just doesn’t know how to act around girls. Especially his age.” JJ snickered.

I followed up “Did he have a problem with hydromorphone? He gets more and more annoyed with me everytime I bring up dilaudid.”

The girls immediately looked at eachother sceptical. At that moment I knew. “Nevermind, forget I asked.”

The rest of the night consisted of giggles and silly stories, but the wheels about the case were still turning in the back of my head.

_______________________________________________________________________The next day came quickly. We were all back at the precinct, waiting for Hotch and the sheriff to arrive. Emily and JJ were sitting in the corner whispering to themselves, when derek walked over to them,

“Why are you wearing sunglasses inside girls?” He asked them. I giggled cause I remembered back to last night after they decided to order more than two drinks. Emily could see the smirk on my face and responded with a very sincere “shut-up.”

Reid sat in the corner of the room observing. I took that silence as a time to speak up,

“Guys, I’ve been thinking a lot, what if the unsub isn't targeting a certain type of person because they don't like scholars, what if they are playing with us?”

Derek chimed in “what do you mean?”

“Well it depends, do any of the males on the team have a history with dilaudid?”

That was the final straw. In that moment Dr. Reid got up and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. I immediately got up and followed him out of the precinct into the ally behind the building.

“WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?” he yelled at me. He was frantic running his hand through his hair.

“What's MY problem? I DUNNO YOU ALSO HAVE THREE PHDs WHY DON'T YOU FIGURE IT OUT?” He looked startled but I continued,

“The MINUTE I joined the team you’ve tried to upstage me or ignore me. You’ve completely closed yourself off to me, you only speak to me when you want to challenge me.”

He was slowly inching closer to me but I wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention as I continued,

“And stop trying to hide the dilaudid thing! You make it so obvious! You forget I’M ALSO A PROFILER!...” I had many more things to say to him but I was immediately cut off by his lip on mine. They were soft, which confused me, one would think his lips would be dry for someone who doesn’t know how to shut-up.

We stayed like this forever which was really only 30 seconds. He pulled away and looked at me. I couldn't read his facial expression. Not two seconds Hotch came into the ally.

“Is everything good, we got the ID and coroner report of the woman from yesterday.” Before I could speak Reid replied,

“Yes everything’s fine.” He began walking back into the building.

Regret, that's what the look on his face was.

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“Linda Ferell, age 20. She graduated from MIT this year.” Garcia gave us the woman's ID.

“Why was she all the way out here?” Emily questioned,

Spencer was sitting across the room yet again ignoring me as I made eye contact with him. He was unreadable again.

“She has a mother who lives a mile from here. She fits the profile but why would the unsub start killing women?”

“Cause of death?” I asked.

Then my fear, the thing that was weighing on my gut for the past 24 hours.

“Xanax.”

At that moment I knew my theory was right.

“I know what this is about.”

Everyone turned to me, I gulped and began telling the story that you’ve only ever told your parents and your therapist.

“I had a hunch the unsub was targeting someone personally for the specific use of dilaudid and how all of the male victims matched the description physically and education wise of well… Reid.”

Everyone was confused. I could see it in their faces. The only person keeping up was Dr. Reid. genius’s I guess. I continued….

“So when I thought that Dr. Reid had some past involvement with umm… dilaudid I began to think the unsub was targeting him.”

Some of the team was starting to get it… I think. I looked over at Reid, he was ashamed but he nodded at me to keep going. Almost as if he knew what I was going to say next.

“Two years ago. I was out of school, I had no plans. Like I said my parents pretty much forced me out of school and I was lost. I could pretty much do anything and I became overwhelmed and decided to do nothing... That makes no sense but it does in my head, anyway, I got into well… Xanax. So just now when Garcia confirmed the victim not only excelled academically, but graduated from MIT young and overdosed on Xanax…”

I took a pause and the team was obviously on edge,

“I think this unsub is targeting Dr. Reid and I.”

Everyone was caught up now. And they seemed even more on edge now.

The room filled with “Hows?” and “whys?” Everyone began questioning me and the memories started coming back. Doing drugs made me feel powerful, it was the after where you felt worthless, not only worthless, but wasted potential. I couldn't bear to relive it. I had moved on. I started to feel bad cause these are the feelings I Probably brought up for Dr. Reid.

“I um, I need to take a breather, when I come back I’ll give you the rundown list of everyone who possibly knows about my… past.”

And with that, I quickly walked back out into the ally.

But then, everything went black

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I woke up in a room with industrial lighting next to boxes. Wait, am I in a supermarket? Shit, what the hell happened. I can feel my hands tied, not ziptie or duck tape, which are the two things I know how to get out of, dammit. Rope? My feet are tied as well. My mouth Is free though. There's a figure walking towards me.

“Well well well, guess who's awake. y/n y/l/n. Or should I say Dr. y/n y/l/n. Or even Agent y/n y/l/n! Where’s your little friend Dr. Reid?” The voice was a woman.

“Wha- who are you? How do you know me, how do you know us?”

“Your little genius counterpart, I was in his class.” she paused and bent down in front of me. I got a good look of her face, she was young. No more than a few years older than me.

“Ya Know…” she continued “you guys aren’t the only geniuses. There was one time… i was in his class, Dr. Reid was sweating, frantic, constantly itching his hands. He was so obviously high, didn’t take much sleuthing to figure out what he was constantly fidgeting with in his pocket. Good ol’ dilaudid.”

She took a long pause and sat on a crate on the other end of the room.

“He’s such a hypocrite ya know? He comes into class high like three times, but I come into class high once and he reports me. Given it wasn’t MY class but…”

“You’re mad cause Dr. Reid got you kicked out of school for being high in the wrong class? Why didn't you just report him?” I said groggily.

“Nah, my revenge was going to be much sweeter. So yeah, anyways got kicked out sent to mandatory rehab, I’m surprised you don’t remember me. I was in one of your field studies. Jesus Dr. Rohden lovedddd youuuu. He totally wanted to get in your pants. I bet Dr. Reid does as well. Heh”

I thought back to that field study with Dr, Rohden, it was just a simple eco testing site. I was the youngest person on the case. And it was also the last time I got high. The woman continued.

“The first few days on site, YOU were high to! No one noticed though, cause ur miss goody goody.but four weeks later I was fired for showing up high. Well I guess my point or the “source of my pain” is the fact you two still have a future. Well not anymore. Here I am, working at Blue market or some shit after you two ruined my life.”

Blue market. Keep that in mind! She walked over two me and pulled a bag out from behind me. She unzipped it and… shit, pulled out a homemade bomb.

“Well, I guess my major in chemistry will finally come in handy for once!” she said gleefully.

“Now, lets see if the two of you are truly the geniuses you say you are… you can send him a hint to come and get you. Also if you couldn't tell already, those other dead people didn't mean anything to me. I just needed to get your attention babe. They were just some smart people who are now dead. Sad. wasted potential, almost, like, soon to be, you.”

She handed you a phone, you carefully grab it with your tied hands getting ready to tell him where you are.

“But there’s an exception” she started again. I dreaded her next words.

“You can only use numbers… and you have 30 seconds starting, NOW!”

Shit, what the fuck am I supposed to write?!? Ok I thought back to any conversation we ever had (which was very limited) Finally after almost 15 seconds of contemplating I knew what to write. I had no faith he would know what it means though. He better, He’s the only one who could know. I typed it up and handed it to her.

“really , you seriously think he’ll figure this out?” she snickered. “Oh well, he doesn’t have a choice.”

13.21.15.18.15.6..5.12.2.

- She sent that, come get her you have two hours.

(figure it out spencer, you’re the only one who can ;))

“And… sent.”

She taped up my mouth, walked out of the room, a remote in hand. She closed the door. I felt relieved. It was short lived. Cause seconds later the timer on the bomb I was tied to started ticking. 2 hours. Come on, Spencer.

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Spencer’s POV

Dammit, I felt like a jerk. She knew what I went through, if I hadn't pushed her away she could've related to me. Then I kissed her. Wow Spencer, you can’t get anything right. The room was full of chatting. Morgan and Garcia were digging into y/n’s past.

I left the room for a second, JJ coming out a few seconds later. She put her hand on my shoulder.

“Hey Spence, are you ok?”

“Yeah,” I gave her a look of sincerity. I fumbled my hand through my pocket and pulled out a coin.

“My ten month chip. Ten months sober. I’m ok. I’m gonna go check on y/n.” She had gone outside around 15 minutes ago. JJ smiled and went back inside.

I made my way out to the ally, but y/n wasn’t there. I checked the block, and the car, she wasn’t there. Don’t panic, she’s an adult, she probably just went somewhere. Only 30 seconds later I got a text.

13.21.15.18.15.6..5.12.2.

- She sent that, come get her you have two hours.

(figure it out spencer, you’re the only one who can ;))

I ran back into the precinct extremely frantic. I burst into the room.

“Hey pretty boy, what's wrong?”

I was on the verge of tears. Ignoring her couldn’t be the last thing I did. All I could do was hold up my phone to everyone.

2:00pm

That's when I received the text. I had to have those numbers figured out by 4:00pm, no 3:30 to be safe to get there in time. Garcia couldn’t track where the text came from. So I had to.

2:07pm

A cup of coffee, it did nothing. Come on, Spencer, she's a genius. So are you. She gave you a message only you would understand.

2:16pm

“Are they coordinates?” “A phone number?” “address?” “Social security?” No.

2:45pm

Everyone was working frantically, I’ve translated the numbers through five computer codes, nothing. Garcia was fiercely translating as well.

3:02pm

Time was running out. No, no… I was drifting to sleep.

“four? I only speak three. English, latin, and greek. But I can sing the alphabet backwards so I guess that makes up for the rest.”

I jolted awake. That’s it! I looked at the clock

3:26pm

Why did no one wake me? Oh well, I got it!

“Guys! I think i got it!” I walked over to the dry erase board where the numbers were written down, staring at me for the last hour and a half taunting me.

13.21.15.18.15.6..5.12.2.

“We were in the car yesterday, she told me something, we were talking about languages, I told her I can speak four languages, her response was four? I only speak three. English, latin, and greek. But I can sing the alphabet backwards so I guess that makes up for the rest.”

Everyone was confused. I started re-arranging the numbers up on the board.

Alphabet backwards, to greek, to latin, to english.

2 12 5 6 15 18 15 21 13

“If each number corresponds to a letter…”

Ble foroum, greek.

forum blue, latin

“BLUE MARKET. GARCIA LOCATION OF BLUE MARKET!” I rushed out of the precinct, everyone followed and we jumped into the cars.

3:30pm

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y/n’s POV

There were 16 minutes left on the countdown and I had pretty much given up all hope of being found. Oh well, I wonder what happens when you die. Time to find out. That’s when I heard footsteps. I immediately started making noise. With my hands, feet, yells that really came out as moans. Then I almost cried because they were telling my name. Oh my god, Reid actually figured it out.

The team burst in. JJ cut my free on my hands and feet free. As soon as I got to my feet Spencer pulled me into a huge bear hug. Almost like he forgot he kissed me earlier. But I wasn’t going to let him.

“You figured it out genius,” I ruffled his hair up, and he blushed.

“You’re the genius.” I left him with a peck on the cheek and walked outside, leaving him blushing even harder.

I gave my statement and told the team that she didn't care about the people she drugged and killed, it was just to drag us out here. Bomb squad had enough time to disable the bomb. A female body was discovered a few minutes later on a street a block away from University of Michigan. I identified her as the woman who kidnapped me. She had overdosed. Her name was Tracy Stern. After the field study incident her parents kicked her out and she was stuck working at that supermarket. That must’ve been the trigger. She had been stalking us ever since. Spencer said he remembered her incident from a few years ago. She had an Opioid problem, which is what she had overdosed on. Hotch sent us all to the hotel, we’d be wheels up in the morning. For my first case I’d say that went ok.

I guess opioid was her poison, and like most of us, we eventually succumb to it.

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I had just showered and changed, I was getting ready to sleep when I heard a knock at my hotel room door. I opened the door to see none other than Dr. Reid standing there.

“Rei-” He cut me off,

“I know I acted like an asshole this entire time, I know I kissed you when you were expressing your feelings and I shouldn't have, and I promise I wasn’t trying to shut you up I just don’t know what came over me. And I promise you I’m not very ego protective but when you walked in you were just as smart as me if not smarter, and you have friends which I don’t, and your pretty, like extremely pretty, beautiful, and you have everything and all I have is my brain so I got worried everyone was gonna pass over me even more than they already do, and I’m also sorry for pushing you away about the drug thing and basically i just wanted to come here to tell you I’m ten months sober and I really want a fresh start, and please stop me cause I’m rambling-”

“I forgive you Spence, and I’m two years sober, and I’d love a fresh start. If it includes this…”

I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him as though I WAS going to blow up, that we were going to explode together but the only thing exploding in this moment was my heart. And by the way our lips moved together I could definitely tell he felt the same.

I pulled away for a second, “so you think I’m pretty…” He began blushing. “I’m kidding.” I snickered. We gravitated back towards each other and our lips met again. I pulled away again speaking again,

“You wanna know why I giggled yesterday when Derek said your IQ is 187?” He nodded, obviously eager to go back to kissing.

I got on my toes, brought my mouth to his ear and whispered,

“Mine’s 189.”

A fire lit in his eyes, he crouched down and picked me up by my thighs making his way into my room.

I knew I was in for it now.

#Criminal Minds #spencer reid #spencer x reader #emily prentiss #jj #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #derek morgan #fluff #spencer reid smut #reader #teehee

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jenniferjareauwife · 8 months ago

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r got injured on the last case so has to stay behind with garcia on a case, which leads to lots of texting and face times with jj. maybe jj finds it hard to sleep away from r for once, so r stays on facetime until jj falls asleep

Stay On The Call Please

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 727

summary: you have to stay behind with garcia while the team goes on a case and your girlfriend misses you

I squinted as I tried to read Garcia's computer screen. How does she know which information to read? We were currently on call with JJ, telling her potential suspects for the current case. She was already at the hotel room, it was pretty late so I don't know why she was calling us but we were willing to help. "Hey Pen...can I talk to y/n?" JJ's voice was a bit quiet and I could tell that something was wrong.

"Yeah." Garcia dismissed us and I left to go sit at my desk, still on call with JJ.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked, clicking the FaceTime button, wanting to see her beautiful face again after 3 days.

"I miss you." She told me quietly. When she accepted the FaceTime I saw that she was laying in the hotel bed and she looked super tired. She had dark bags under her eyes and she looked defeated.

"I miss you too honey." I frowned when I saw the state she was in. "What's going on? Anything I can do to help?" She shrugged. "Jayje...come on. You can talk to me. Please talk to me baby, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"Because I haven't. I can't sleep away from you." She partially hid her face in her pillow after her confession. "I miss you so much." My heart melted and I was overwhelmed with the urge to book a flight to Augusta just to see her again. "I'm sorry for the constant texts." She added. "I just really miss you."

"Don't apologize hon, ok? I get so happy when I get your texts, it means that you're alive and well and it's a chance to talk to you." I assured her. "You can text me anytime you want, ok? I'll always answer." I wanted to give her a kiss on the forehead so badly but it wasn't possible. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." She let out a loud sigh that I could hear through the phone. "I really wish you were here. Fuck that unsub for shooting you." I let out a soft chuckle.

"I know. I wish I was there too."

"I mean, there's no one to cuddle when I'm trying to sleep! It's terrible!" She exclaimed. "I can't sleep without you." She said again. "I really can't." I frowned.

"I'm really sorry baby. But you've gotta try, right? Just close your eyes and try to fall asleep, ok?" I tried to keep my voice soft, hoping it would coax her to sleep. "I should probably go-"

"Stay on the call...please?"

"Of course. I'm probably going to end up sleeping in your old office anyways. It's hard to sleep in our bed when you're not here." I tried to comfort her a bit by telling her I was having the same issues as her.

"Good. There's a blanket in there and it's really comfy. I took naps in there a lot." I smiled warmly and made my way up to her old office, plopping myself down on the couch and pulling the blanket up over me.

"It is really comfy." I agreed. She smiled and giggled a bit as I wiggled around to try to find a good position. I ended up hugging a pillow since it was the closest thing to hugging her.

"Thanks for staying on the call."

"Of course. I'm sorry I can't be there with you. You have no idea how much I miss you." I told her with a small pout. "Don't forget to take breaks, ok? I swear to God JJ if you go after that unsub when you haven't slept in 3 days if he doesn't kill you I will." She laughed and nodded.

"Ok. I wont go after the unsub like this." She smiled warmly. "I'm gonna try and get some rest." I nodded, prepared to hang up. "No no. Stay on the call. I think you being on the call will help me sleep." I nodded, willing to help her in anyway I could.

"I love you JJ. Don't hesitate to text me or call me if you need anything, ok?" I hooked my phone up to a charger so it wouldn't die.

"Ok...I promise. I love you too." I lied there and watched as she fell asleep over the phone with a smile on my face.

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #lgbtq #wlw post

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sammyxorae · 4 years ago

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Falling For You - Chapter 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: cussing, kissing, fluff

Summary: This chapter is literally a filler chapter, it kind of sucks but oh well. Spencer x Y/N learn they have more in common than they thought when it comes to life experiences, but they also learn more about each other and their feelings. :P

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Spencer came back into the living/family room. He looked upset but in deep thought.

“Hey, are you ok?” you asked as he came over and sat down next to you.

You could tell he was really holding back, but you stayed quiet now. Spencer rubbed his face and began talking about his Mom going missing.

“I’ve had some stuff go on in the last couple of months and because of the nature of my job, sometimes the people I care about also get affected by it. Now she is missing and we can’t find her,” he went on, you could see tears running down his face. You lightly put your hand on his knee, not wanting to startle him.

“You don’t have to tell me everything if you’re not comfortable, I understand. Sometimes it’s just nice to have someone to be around,” you said in a calm, soothing voice. This was one of those times that you were glad that empathy was a natural gift for you, but not because of being a therapist, just that you really did feel for Spencer.

“She’s a paranoid schizophrenic and although many individuals who aren’t being treated are more likely to leave where they’re staying and get lost, she is getting treated and staying somewhere. She was being watched by someone, who I was paying to stay at my house while I was working during the day. It was safe there…” he quietly spoke, doubting his own words, “or so I thought…”

“I’m sorry Spencer, I really am, but I also understand what you’re going through. My mom has schizophrenia and I’ve seen her have episodes and run away, even when she was on medications and being treated. Growing up I had to pretend that my mom was just on vacation somewhere and that no one could come over. I also know what it’s like to have someone go missing. My best friend had a habit of doing that when we were kids, but one day she was finally taken from her Dad and placed with someone else. Losing someone regardless is scary.” You empathize with him and share a very deep part of that you didn’t normally let out. It felt like taking a breath of fresh air, someone who wasn’t going to judge you.

“I hate to do this to you, but I do have to leave. I have to go into work even though I’m supposed to be on ‘leave.’ Hopefully I can find my Mom,” his eyes showed exhaustion but looked at you as if they were smiling. It made you blush and you couldn’t hide it, making him chuckle.

“Of course you can go,” you smiled, still blushing by the looks that he kept giving you.

“I’m going to stay a little bit longer, they said they don’t need me until 8am and it’s 5:30am. But when I leave, I could always come back later. It shouldn’t take long. Here’s my number though,” he took out his phone and grabbed yours on the table, putting each other's information in both. “As long as that’s okay of course. I don’t want to intrude,” he looked at you again.

You can stay as long as you want with the way you keep looking at me. Stop Y/N. Reel it back. You smiled at him, grabbing his hand again, “of course you can come back over. I’d love that. Again, I’m really sorry about everything you’re going through.”

Normally you don’t just hug someone randomly, especially because some people don’t respond to touch well, but you just had this instinct driving inside of you to hug him. At first his response was to jolt, to the point you almost stopped, but then he put his arms around you, pulling you into him like you were when you woke up a half hour ago. Have you ever just met someone and immediately you feel comfortable with them? No matter what is going on and how upset you may be, they find a way to soothe you, to the point you couldn’t get mad at them? Well, that’s how you felt with Spencer.

“You know, I don’t normally do well with touch. It normally bothers me, but I didn’t feel that way with you,” he looked at you again, and damn was that man making you melt into a puddle of water.

You decided to be brave, reached for his face and kissed him. His lips were soft and he was more than willing to return the kiss. You smiled as you pecked a few at each other and you could feel the heat rising in your body.

Spencer began to speak softly, “There’s a possibility you may be feeling this way because of me saving you. I’m sure you’ve heard of transference be-” you shut him up by kissing him more. This time with more force and moving your body up so that you could straddle his lap. You felt the pain on your knee and leg from the day before, but told yourself to shut up and continue before the boy genius decided to talk again.

That was until he threw his hand into your hair, gripping it enough to make you moan on his lips, but also gentle. You did the same to his hair, and slowly peppered kisses over to his ear, breathing hot air into them. The light giggle that came out of your mouth coincided with the moans that came from his mouth. He pulled your hair to have control of your head with one hand to get access to your neck, while his other hand wrapped around your body, pulling you in as close to him as he could. You honestly felt as if he wasn’t going to let you go, but you really didn’t care if he did or not.

You started to feel something underneath you and you smiled knowing exactly what you felt.

“Hmm.. wonder what that is?” you whispered into his ear, now biting his earlobe and then moving quickly back to his lips with even more need than before. You slowly started to move your hips against his, both of your kisses sloppy with one another.

“Y/N, I want this more than anything, but I want to do this when you’re ready. I don’t want this to be a one time thing,” he spoke quietly, stopping you and holding your face. “I met you less than 24 hours ago and there is something you’ve done inside of me that I can’t even explain.”

“I feel the same way as you do,” you leaned into him as your heart rate started to slow down. You put your head on his shoulder and he hugged you again.

“I want to do this right, if that’s what it is. Please,” he begged you and whispered into your ear.

You heard what he said, you weren’t upset, in fact, you agreed with him. As much as you wanted this man to take you and show you what he’s made of, you needed to go slower and at this point, you felt as if your body was about to give into another bout of sleep.

He didn’t need to hear your response, he got your answer when you kissed him gently again and slid off into his arms to cuddle him. Slowly, you began to fall asleep again.

***

The two of you fell asleep but this time you were woken up to a body not behind you and Spencer’s voice talking. You tried to listen, but decided against it. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, it really wasn’t fair. If he wanted to tell you, he would.

You grabbed your phone and saw that you got another couple hours of sleep in. It was now 7:30am. Spencer hung up the phone and came over to you.

“They may have a lead on my Mom, more than they did just a few hours ago,” he spoke. “I really need to go.”

“Go, go. Let me know what happens or call me before you come over, I might be sleeping,” you laughed.

He kissed your forehead and was out the door.

Still a little sore and tired, you went and took some tylenol, noticing that you could at least walk better today, and you felt like you should probably try to sleep again and in bed this time. Walter came over and licked your face as you laid down in your bed. Again, you felt sleep hit you like a brick.

***

After a few hours, you woke up noticing that it was around 12pm and that it was going to be a long unproductive day. You got out of bed and tried to clean whatever you could without hurting yourself and finished up some session notes from the few days before, but that time it was 3pm. You called your friend and told her about Spencer. She, of course, harassed you about it and told her to shove it, but that you definitely had an interest in him. She ultimately told you she would kick his ass if he hurt you.

You let Walter out, managing to get down and up the stairs without much of an issue and fed him. You sat down on the couch again, noticing it was around 4:04pm and thought you should probably eat, but when you started to think about what to have, you fell asleep again.

*KNOCK* KNOCK* *KNOCK*

You woke up, not knowing what was going on. “What?” you grumbled to yourself.

*KNOCK* KNOCK* *KNOCK*

You grabbed your phone and noticed that it was 7:34pm and you had no phone calls or texts, so you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. You stumbled off the couch in clumsiness and reached the door. You rubbed your eyes and opened the door. If you weren’t awake then, you sure as hell were now.

Spencer was standing right in front of you, but this time he looked different. He was wearing an FBI jacket, still looking handsome as ever but there were 3 others behind him. Two girls and a much older, fatherly-looking, handsome man.

Spencer walked into your apartment, the other three introduced themselves. The brown headed one being Emily Prentiss, the pretty blonde was Jennifer Jareau, or JJ, and the older man was Dave Rossi.

You let them in and looked at Spencer as he was walking around your place.

You walked over to him, stopping him and looking him dead in the eyes. This was something you hadn’t seen in him before, though only knowing him for 48 hours, that would make more sense. But no, this was something sinister, anger, and you were a bit frightened.

“Spencer!” you yelled with your hand on his chest, “What the hell is going on?!”

“We need to talk.”

***

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cmfan3 · 4 years ago

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I’m Right Here Part 1

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss

Warning: Strong Language & Violence

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“Wheels up in twenty,” Hotch’s voice rang out.

Rossi and Derek were sitting next to each other, both observing the photos of the victims and how they all died. Across from them sat Emily and JJ, the two were discussing the details of the case and possible ideas of how the unsub acquired the victims. Sitting on the couch at the end of the table across the aisle were Spencer and Hotch. Spencer began rattling off facts that seemed relevant to the case, Hotch managing to listen to the young doctor as he looked into his file.

As the jet took off towards Oklahoma, Penelope popped up onto the computer screen. Derek picked up his file before leaning back into his seat, “whatchu got baby girl?” “There’s been another abduction,” Penelope informed the team. Everyone’s head snapped up, focusing on the tech analyst on the screen. She hesitated before she continued a grimace on her face, “two children have been taken this time,” their pictures popped up on the screen, “the boy’s name was Billy and he was nine. The little girl was named Candace and she was only seven.” Reid called out, “two? A child usually only has twenty-four hours before they’re killed in an abduction. That said, with the fact that two children were abducted at the same time, their time isn’t guaranteed so we shouldn’t base anything off of that twenty-four hour time frame.”

As the news settled in, JJ leaned towards the computer and took a closer look at the photos, her eyebrows knitting together in thought when a gasp slipped past her lips. Emily turned towards the blonde, an eyebrow lifted with confusion. The brunette tilted her head slightly, concern etching into her features, silently questioning what was wrong as she squeezed JJ’s hand softly. JJ turned towards the team, recognition dawning on her face, “they’re siblings.” Garcia sighed, “sweet cheeks is right. The two were taken when they were in daycare. Their mom went to pick them up and became frantic when she couldn’t find them. The teacher told her that their father came and picked them up.” Derek’s forehead furrowed, “so why do we think this is connected to the case?” “Because chocolate thunder, their father’s been dead for about four years. Car crash. The mother hasn’t remarried and she hasn’t been seeing anyone since the incident either.”

Rossi leaned back into his seat, his hands clasped together over his lap, “so the unsub has to be stalking the victims. We also know that it’s a male because the teacher said her husband picked them up. Because the kids are caucasion, the unsub is most likely caucasion.” “Mid-thirties to mid-forties based on the mother’s age as well as the children. He has to be physically fit to be able to subdue them,” Hotch added. Reid opened his file and began shifting through the contents as he spoke, “he’s also attractive because studies show that a woman’s guard drops when speaking to a more attractive male rather than not and since the teacher trusted the man with little or no hesitation, he would be more attractive than the average man.” “I’ll start searching crime fighters, I’ll hit you back when I have more. Garcia, over and out,” Penelope replied before cutting the line.

Hotch closed his file as he stood up and looked over at his team, “Prentiss and Jareau, I want you two to talk to the mother and the victim’s families. Find out everything you can about the children and see if they connect. David and Morgan, the two of you head down to the crime scenes. See if we missed anything. Reid, you and I are heading down to the precinct. Get started on a geographical profile while I get everything set up. We have to hit the ground running, there’s no time to waste. Every second is essential.”

As the team broke apart to do their own thing while they waited to arrive, Emily turned towards the blonde who was staring out the window next to her, seemingly in her own world because the electric blue eyes that the brunette has always loved were staring out into nothing. She rested her palm against JJ’s knee, squeezing it softly before whispering, “you okay Jayje?” The younger woman turned towards the brunette, smiling gratefully at the concern as she placed her own hand over Emily’s, intertwining their fingers before moving them to rest on her lap, “yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Emily’s heart fluttered at the action, a flush starting to creep up her neck. The older woman cleared her now dry throat slightly before speaking up, “you should get some sleep before we get there. Once we land we won’t have time to rest.” In response, JJ laid back and rested her head on Emily's shoulder, their hands still intertwined in the blonde’s lap. As she closed her eyes, JJ replied, “you should get some sleep too Em. We’re both gonna need it.”

The brunette nodded slightly, unable to say anything because her stomach has turned into mush at this point. She turned her head and placed a light kiss against the top of the younger woman’s head, causing JJ to let out a hum of content at the extra contact. As the younger woman nodded off, Emily leaned her head against JJ’s focusing on the way the blonde’s hand fit perfectly within her own, almost like they were made for each other. Both women let their exhaustion take over them, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment they created.

JJ turned back and handed a cup of coffee to the brunette as she took a seat beside her in an office at the precinct. The blonde blew lightly on the liquid and took a tentative sip of her steaming cup in hopes of not burning her tongue. Emily watched on with amusement, a smile tugging at her lips. Noticing that Emily was laughing at her, JJ bumped the older woman’s shoulder with her own, smirking as she saw the dark liquid slosh against the side of the cup, a few drops flying out. Emily grunted when she realized what the younger woman had done. She turned towards JJ, mischief flashing in her eyes, a smile ghosting her lips, but before she was able to retaliate, the mother of the two missing children rushed in. The two agents instantly became somber, turning towards the frantic mother, giving her their full attention.

Emily placed her cup down on the table before leaning forward and clasping her hands together, “can you tell us what happened Mrs. Mills?” “Please, call me Rebecca,” the woman requested. She ran her hands through her dirty blonde hair before letting out a shaky breath, “it was like any other day. I finished working at the office and I was heading over to the school to pick up my kids. When I got there, their teacher, Mrs. Smith, told me that their father picked them up. I started panicking because they lost their father four years ago and I remembered the news talking about kids nearby being abducted and murdered.” As she was recounting the story, tears travelled down her cheeks and the despair in her voice became more prominent. Rebecca’s head dropped so her chin was now resting against her chest as her tears splashed against the floor.

JJ leaned forward and grasped the mother’s hands, tilting her head in empathy as she spoke, “Mrs. M- Rebecca, is it ok if we try something with you? It’s called a cognitive interview and it might help you remember more. Everything helps, no matter how insignificant you might think it is.” Rebecca looked up at the agents, hesitating slightly before nodding, “anything to help me get my babies back.”

JJ spared a glance at the brunette next to her before turning to the other woman, speaking softly, “ok, I need you to close your eyes for me. Tell me, what did you hear as you were driving up to the school?” Mrs. Mills shut her eyes hesitantly and thought about it a moment before answering, “in the beginning, the only thing I heard was the radio playing, but as I got closer to the school, I heard the usual. Kids were screaming, some were laughing. Teachers were directing students and parents, and a couple parents were yelling at their kids.”

JJ continued, “that’s great, you’re doing great. What did you smell as you got out of the car?” Rebecca took a deep breath before sighing, “gasoline. I always smell it when I get out of my car and go to the office, it smells like there was a gas spill or something. The parking lot reeks of it all the time, I’m not entirely sure why though, but as I was walking up, the odor of gasoline faded away and I started to smell freshly cut grass. I looked down at the floor as I was walking and noticed that they cut the grass today, there’s pieces of it everywhere. The kids were getting it all over their shoes and pants. Most of the kids were actually playing with it, getting it on their hands and throwing it at each other like snow.”

Emily took a tentative sip of coffee before questioning, “Did you see anything else? Anything out of the ordinary?” The mother’s brow furrowed, her eyes squeezing together tightly, “no. I was too busy trying to find my kids, I wasn’t paying attention.” JJ squeezed her hands softly, “focus Rebecca. You probably did but didn’t realize it at the time.” Mrs. Mills was silent for a moment before a gasp escaped, “there was a woman. I’m pretty sure she kept staring at me. I didn’t think anything of it because some parents do it all the time, but I remember that I haven’t seen her at the school before.” The agents glanced at each other, confusion and concern overtaking their features.

Emily turned back towards the mother, scooting forward so she was on the edge of her seat. She rested her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward, “a woman? Are you positive?” Rebecca slightly nodded, “yes it was a woman. She seemed to be a bit on the younger side, but I was too far away to tell. She was in a truck, white I think. The windows were tinted, the only reason I saw her was because her window was open. I think she had brown hair, or it could have been black. I’m not sure.” The mother’s shoulders sagged in discouragement before she opened her eyes, tears brewing just under the surface, and looked at the agents, “I’m sorry I couldn’t remember more.” She rubbed her knuckles against her eyes in frustration, her voice cracking with every word, “please, find my babies. They’re everything to me.”

JJ faintly smiled at the woman, reaching out and rubbing her arm comfortingly, “you’ve helped us a lot more than you realize, thank you Rebecca. We’ll keep you updated and I promise that we won’t rest until we find them.” Rebecca smiled thankfully at the two agents before standing and walking out of the door.

Emily turned towards the blonde next to her, running a hand down her face in exhaustion, “a woman Jayje. That means we’re looking for a pair. Either romantically involved or family related.” JJ reached over and squeezed the brunette’s knee tenderly, “we’ll get them Em. Let’s go see what the rest of the team found out.” The brunette placed her hand over the younger woman’s and squeezed it softly, her face breaking out into a lopsided grin when she felt a spark from the contact.

Emily glanced up at the blonde and was shocked to see that JJ’s eyes were sparking with affection as they gazed down at their hands. JJ bashfully made eye contact with the older woman causing her cheeks to redden. The two stood up and began walking towards the main office, their hands no longer touching but were close enough that the heat radiating off the other was felt by each woman.

Morgan and David drove up to the latest crime scene, the gravel crunching under the tires as the SUV came to a halt. David climbed out of the passenger seat as Morgan jumped out of the driver’s side. As the agents walked towards the scene, the sound of their footsteps was emphasized through the sound of the gravel underneath their feet. Morgan looked around before turning towards the older agent, “Rossi, you do realize that we’re next to a body of water. Every crime scene was near a body of water.” David shrugged his shoulders slightly, unsurprised, “yeah, well boy wonder mentioned that Oklahoma did have the largest number of man-made lakes due to dams. I think the kid said it was about two-hundred.”

Morgan let out a chuckle before continuing, “it was pretty hard for us to get over here so the unsub would need a truck or some type of car for rough terrain.” David glanced at the distance between the car and the place where the victim’s body was found, “we already said that he would need to be physically fit and this just proves it because he has to be able to carry those kids that far of a distance without straining himself. Not to mention, he probably didn’t count on having the bodies found so soon, it’s pretty isolated over here.”

The sound of a car driving up pulled the agents from their thoughts. They turned towards the path to see a cop car park next to their SUV. The lead detective stood out of the car, making his way towards the two men, a file in his hand. “Detective,” Derek nodded at the man. The detective tipped his hat in return, “agents.” He handed the file to David as he spoke, “I’m not sure how much you already know, but all the kids were found face down and they were covered in what seemed like it was different pieces of the same blanket.” Morgan turned towards Rossi, his eyebrows raising in question, “remorse?” The older agent simply nodded, focusing his attention on the detective once again, realizing that there was more.

“I looked over the autopsy report, that’s what you have there in your hand agent,” the detective pointed to the file in Rossi’s hands, “and it says that the victims died from asphyxiation. They all had water in their lungs.” David opened the file and shuffled through its contents as Derek looked over at the lake. The older agent suddenly looked up at the detective after coming across a page, “are you sure that this is correct detective? They weren’t missing any nutrients?” The detective nodded solemnly as he sighed, “other than the fact that the kids were dead, each one was as healthy as an ox.”

Derek turned back towards the men, crossing his arms as his eyes raked over the crime scene once more, “the reason each body was next to a body of water was probably because they were killed in it. But why not leave them in it? Why make it harder for yourself by pulling them out? Wouldn’t it be easier to just leave them in there?” Rossi became silent for a moment, visibly thinking over every piece of information before lighting up, “there are two unsubs.” Morgan looked at the older agent in disbelief and scoffed, “come on man, you’re kidding me.” Rossi shook his head slightly, using his hands to gesture to everything, “think about it Derek. One cares for the children, that’s why they’re healthy, but the other one kills them. The one who cares for the kids is the one who covers them after they die. That’s why they’re pulled out, because of the second unsub. It also explains how they’re able to subdue and control the children without much of an issue.”

Morgan shook his head in disbelief, “you’re right.” Rossi chuckled as he patted the younger man’s shoulder, “when am I not?” The detective sagged with exhaustion after hearing the agents’ thoughts, “you’re telling me we have to find two of these sons of bitches? Isn’t one enough?” Derek sighed, “none is more than enough, but we’ll find them detective.” The man held out his hand, “I sure hope so. You have my team at your disposal.” The two agents shook the detective’s hand in gratitude before turning back to their SUV so they could head back to the precinct and update their team on their new findings.

The team was gathered around the table. Emily was sitting in a chair looking at a file while JJ was perched on the edge of the table next to the brunette, looking at the file that the older woman had in her hands. Morgan was sitting on the opposing side of Emily, staring up at the evidence on the board while Hotch was standing in front of the board, examining each picture. Rossi was sitting on the other side of the table, looking over the information about each victim and their autopsy reports. Spencer was in his own world up by the geographical profile he created earlier, attempting to refine and update it with all the new information.

Morgan’s phone started ringing so he answered it and turned on the speaker so the team could hear, “hey girl. You’re on speaker. Behave.” Penelope’s voice rang out, “or what, you’ll spank me?” Hotch turned abruptly, his eyes narrowing when he stared at the phone as Morgan let out a chuckle. “Oh. I see what you me- Well ladies and gents, I was able to compile a list of men and women and let me just say, it’s a whopper. You definitely need to cut that down or give me some more information so I could do it. Some are romantically involved and others are related through family. I included all their information and the ways they’re connected. Everything’s being sent to your phones now,” the tech analyst concluded. Hotch turned back to the evidence board after he called out, “good work Garcia. We’ll call you if we need more.” “Stay safe my fine furry friends and find those kids,” Penelope chirped.

Reid looked at the worn out clock that was hanging against the wall from his seat on the table, watching as the second hand ticked by, the sound seeming to taunt him, getting louder each second. He turned back towards the list in his hand, the stack of names and information staring back at him. Rossi was watching the young agent, noticing the way Spencer’s eyes flashed across each page, not taking longer than a span of three seconds for each. The older man turned back towards the evidence board, paying particular attention to the pictures of the children in an attempt to see a greater resemblance between them.

Reid was flipping through the pages, hoping for some sort of break in the case because two children’s lives were depending on it. As he finished a particular page, he let it slip from his fingers before frantically flipping back to it, his eyes darting around the information again before settling on the two pictures. He practically jumped out of his seat and rushed towards Rossi, pointing at the pictures and speaking at a thousand words a minute, “I think I found them. A married couple. They visited the hospital just before the abductions started. If it’s for what I think it is, they’re our unsubs.” Rossi examined the two pictures, taking note of the woman’s brown hair and obsidian eyes and the man’s nearly white hair and striking blue eyes.

Reid pulled out his phone and dialed Penelope. It didn’t even complete a ring before he heard, “your friendly neighborhood Oracle of all things knowable and unknowable at your service.” Reid glanced down at the paper, “I need you to look into two suspects. They got married a year ago and it says that they had a hospital visit a week before the abductions started. Emma and Jaxon Garrett.”

Penelope clicked her tongue as the clacking of the keys was heard over the phone before the tech analyst let out a gasp, “you did it again boy wonder. The two visited a hospital because it seems as if Emma had a miscarriage. Before that though, it seems as if the two splurged on baby items. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m gonna spoil every kid this team-” Rossi chuckled, “Penelope?” “Oh right, right,” Penelope continued, “the abductions started a week after the incident. I’m searching for an address right now.” The two were staring at the phone, waiting for more information as typing was heard. Suddenly, Penelope exclaimed, “aha! It’s being sent to your phones now. Go save those kids crime fighters.”

Hotch rushed into the room followed by the rest of the team after finishing debriefing the police about the profile. He turned towards both men, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he held up his phone, showing them the text from the tech analyst. Reid reached out and handed him the file about the two suspects, watching as his reaction changed from one of confusion to one of understanding.

Hotch turned towards the team, setting the file down on the table as he spoke, “if this is what we think it is, there’s no time to waste. Let’s move.” The team split into groups of three, each taking an SUV. David, Hotch, and Derek rushed to the property in one as JJ, Emily, and Spencer used the other. Hotch and Emily raced towards the house, praying that they weren’t too late.

“It took us roughly twenty-three minutes and forty-eight seconds to get here when it should’ve taken us at least twenty-nine,” Spencer blurted out as they parked the cars and rushed towards the house. Derek laughed lightly before he turned his attention towards the house and jiggled the doorknob, not surprised to find out that it was locked. He braced himself and kicked it open then turned towards the younger agent, “come on pretty boy, let’s find the kids.” Derek and Spencer walked into the house while JJ and Emily walked around the eastern side, searching for some kind of sign and Hotch and Rossi cleared the western side.

Derek walked into the living room, lowering his hands in shock when he laid his eyes upon the broken and dirty wooden table that was sitting in the middle of the cramped living room. He took a tentative step closer and looked down at the stacks upon stacks of pictures of the kids who went missing, pictures that seem to be taken in this very house. The pictures were partially covered with baby clothes and toys. Disgust and anger brewed in the pit of his stomach at the fact that people can abduct and murder children without a blink of an eye.

Spencer calling out, “clear,” from the kitchen shook him back to reality, causing him to lift his gun and resume clearing the house. The two searched the entire property but didn’t find the kids. They did find the room in which the kids were staying in but nothing pointed to the fact that anyone lived there anymore. They rushed back outside to meet with their team, the two turning towards the eastern side of the house, searching for the women, hoping for some type of update about the kids.

Hotch and David were searching the western side which consisted of the garage and the small field of wheat. David was searching the garage when something caught his eye. Movement. He carefully turned to the white and worn out truck that was sitting in the corner, stretching his neck to see more. A head creeped out from behind the dashboard, the raven black eyes glancing from side to side, not noticing the agent who was staring at her from behind a workbench.

David turned towards Hotch and slightly nodded his head towards the truck before cautiously making his way to the driver side, far enough that the woman didn’t notice him while Hotch moved to cover the passenger side. After surrounding the woman, David took a step forward, raising his gun to aim at her as he called out, “you’re surrounded. Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” She frantically looked around, fear gripping her features as she noticed the two agents. She hugged herself, crying out, “he said he’ll be here. He said he’s grabbing the kids and coming. I didn’t know he was killing them at first, but after he started, he couldn’t stop. We just wanted a child. These two are perfect. Please, just let us go.”

Hotch took a step forward, opening the door of the unlocked truck as David did the same on his side, “he’s not coming back for you. He sent you to the place where he knew we would be looking and didn’t follow you. Why didn’t he tell you to go with him? There are two kids, he can’t control them himself.” The woman’s shoulders drooped in betrayal as she realized that he was right, her husband wasn’t coming back for her. She moved towards David, stepping out of the car with her hands held above her head, wincing as he grabbed them and cuffed her. He then led her outside, pushing her towards the SUVs.

David questioned, “where are the kids? Where’s your husband?” The woman simply turned towards the eastern side of the house and pointed to the distance where the faint outline of a building was seen. The older agent turned towards Hotch, concern prominent on his face with the way his eyebrows were scrunching together, “JJ and Emily went that way.”

JJ and Emily were walking side by side, both guns drawn and their eyes focusing onto the barn in the darkness. The two ventured towards the entrance, their guns held out in front of them as they made their way inside. There was a faint glow from a few lightbulbs that were suspended from a wire, but their eyes still needed time to adjust to the dimness. After a couple seconds, the two were able to see how the inside of the barn wasn’t any better than the outside. There wasn’t anything significant inside. There were a couple bales of hay, two thick wooden support beams and worn out machinery in the corner. Everything seemed to be covered in dust.

As JJ’s crystal blue eyes scanned the inside, they settled on two small silhouettes in the corner, causing her to lower her weapon and call out, “Billy? Candace? We’re here to help. Can you come out please?” After a moment’s hesitation, the two children stepped out of the corner and ran towards the blonde. Emily watched as the younger woman crouched down next to the two kids, pulling them both into a motherly embrace before pulling away and checking them for injuries.

A faint sound of shoes scraping the floor caused the brunette to perk up and turn her eyes towards the wooden pillars. Her stomach dropped and everything seemed to play out in slow motion as she saw the male unsub slide out from behind a pillar, aiming a gun at JJ, who was too engrossed with the children to notice what was happening. Realizing that he was going to shoot, Emily made a split second decision and jumped in front of the blonde in hopes of protecting her and the children, no matter the cost.

She aimed her gun at Jaxon, calling out to JJ as she fired off a round, “watch o-” before the sound of two bullets interrupted her. Her bullet engraved itself into the unsub’s shoulder while one of his hit her vest, causing her to turn slightly, allowing the other to rip through her side. Emily let out a grunt of pain as she collapsed on the barn floor, the blood already beginning to pool around her and soaking her clothes.

After the first shot was fired, JJ had turned around but wasn’t able to do anything as she watched the scene unfold. As soon as the bullets had left the unsub’s gun and made their way towards Emily, the blonde fired off a single shot, hitting Jaxon in the center of his forehead. She heard footsteps pounding in their direction but didn’t pay them any attention as she turned towards the brunette who was lying on the floor.

Morgan and Reid rushed into the barn when they heard the sound of gunshots, not expecting the scene that was laid out. The young doctor ran towards the kids, holstering his weapon in an attempt to relax them a bit before embracing the two. He glanced over at the brunette, bile crawling up his throat because of fear, but he pushed it down and led the children outside.

JJ collapsed next to the older woman, reaching over and putting pressure on the wound as hot tears began to stream down her face, splashing the floor when they made contact. Emily covered the blonde’s hands with her own, looking at her tenderly before coughs racked her entire body, causing her breathing to become labored. JJ glanced down at her hands, fear gripping her heart like a vice when she saw the blood covering them completely. She looked up to see her favorite tearfilled chestnut eyes staring back at her, gauging her reaction.

Emily began to cough again but more forcefully, her breath becoming ragged as her eyes began to shut. JJ watched as the brunette’s eyes shut and her chest stopped rising. The blonde felt her heart drop and she cried out in despair, pulling up the older woman and holding her tightly to her chest as tears ran down. She felt a soft hand on her shoulder but didn’t care enough to see who it was.

Morgan laid his hand on JJ’s shoulder as he watched what happened, tears glistening in his eyes when he looked down at the brunette who was enveloped by the blonde. Paramedics rushed into the barn, most likely following the directions of Reid, and instantly ran towards Emily, attempting to pry her from JJ’s grasp. Morgan gripped her shoulder more forcefully, forcing her to release the older woman.

The paramedics loaded Emily up on a stretcher as JJ stood and leaped into Morgan’s open arms. She was sobbing violently into his chest, becoming more and more frantic as thoughts ran through her head. Morgan held her until Emily was rushed out of the room, keeping the young woman in his arms until her body stopped shaking and her cries became sniffles.

She pulled away from the embrace looking up at him, whispering, “it’s my fault. I didn’t notice him. What if she-” Morgan pulls her into another embrace, holding her tightly, “this is Emily we’re talking about. She’s gonna make it blondie.” Unnoticed by the younger woman, Derek’s voice shook slightly from the fear that he was wrong. The two agents broke apart and slowly made their way to the SUV, still in shock from the whole ordeal but rushed towards the hospital.

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Bless The Broken Road - 1

A/N: It’s here! I’m excited to present to you my first ever Criminal Minds multific!

I tried to think of a good summary to give y’all but ultimately decided to let you read without giving anything away 😆

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Please let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

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“Well, Dr. Addison, you have a very impressive resume and I believe that you’d make a great asset to the team,” Aaron Hotchner spoke, looking up from the paper on his desk.

“Really?” Jane asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “I got the job?”

“You got the job,” Hotchner reiterated. “You’ll start tomorrow. We brief new cases at 10 A.M.”

Jane’s face broke out into a wide smile as she stood up and reached out to shake his hand. “Thank you, sir.”

He stood as well and showed her to the door of his office. “Have a good rest of the day.”

“You as well.” Jane opened the door to exit the office, almost immediately running into Penelope Garcia, the BAU’s technical analyst and the woman who had shown Jane to Hotchner’s office. “Oh, hey there. Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you earlier that I love your dress!”

“Thank you!” Garcia beamed. She turned to Hotchner. “Please tell me I can cancel the other interviews.”

He gave a rare smile. “Yes, you can.”

The blonde gasped. “Yay!” she sang. “Welcome to the family!” She reached out and hugged the brunette.

“Oh,” Jane laughed, returning the embrace.

“Garcia, if you would please give her the proper paperwork before she goes home.”

“Of course, sir!”

“Thank you again, Agent Hotchner,” Jane said.

“Please, everyone here calls me ‘Hotch’.”

Jane smiled. “Thank you, Hotch, then.”

He gave another smile before heading back into his office and shutting the door.

“Alrighty! Let’s go get your paperwork and if you’d like, I could give you a tour of the BAU,” Garcia offered.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jane followed Garcia to get her paperwork before walking around the BAU and seeing the different areas including the break room, the briefing room, and the bullpen.

“So where is everyone else today?” Jane asked.

“They just got home from a case yesterday so Hotch gave them all the day off while he interviewed the potential new team members. I offered to help him.”

Jane nodded in understanding.

“Here’s your very own desk,” Garcia told her, gesturing to the area they had just approached.

“Aw, nice!” Jane pulled out the chair and took a seat, nodding. “Yep. I could get used to this.”

“You’re free to decorate your area however you please.”

Jane looked up at her. “How’s yours decorated?”

“Do you wanna see?” Garcia offered.

“Sure.” She got up and followed her down a hallway.

“Welcome to the Batcave,” Garcia cheered.

“Wow, I love it!” Jane exclaimed, looking around and all the little knickknacks.

The sound of Jane’s phone going off prevented Garcia from responding.

“Sorry,” Jane apologized as she reached into her bag to see who was calling. “I have to take this. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s alright. See you tomorrow!”

Jane answered the call and exited the room.

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“Good morning. I see you’re settling in,” Hotch greeted as he approached Jane’s desk. She was busy unpacking some items she brought from home to have on her desk. After setting down a picture frame, she reached into one of her desk drawers and grabbed a pile of papers.

“Good morning! Here is your paperwork.”

Hotch took the papers from her and gave them a once-over. “Thank you.” He looked down at the picture she had just set down. “Who’s that with you in the picture?”

Jane looked down at the picture as well before looking back to Hotch. “My little brother, Jack. He’s only a year younger so we’re really close. He lives in Richmond so I’m able to check in with him often,” she explained. “This job might make it difficult to check in that often but he encouraged me to go for it.”

“Sir, we have a case,” Garcia interrupted.

“Right, we’ll be right there.” Garcia nodded and took off towards the briefing room. Hotch turned to Jane. “It looks like your first case will be starting right away. I hope you’re ready.”

Jane reached down below her desk and pulled out a duffle bag. “I got my go-bag all packed.”

Hotch nodded before leading her to the other room.

“Everyone, meet our newest team member, Dr. Jane Addison,” Hotch told the team as they entered the room.

Jane smiled. “You can just call me ‘Jane’,” she told the group.

“We can make proper introductions later. Right now we have to get started on the case.”

Hotch and Jane took the last empty seats at the table and Garcia began.

“Over the last three months, three men have been found on the fifth of the month on the same park bench in Concordia, Kansas. COD was a single gunshot wound to the forehead.” Garcia clicked through pictures on the screen as she talked.

“There’s bruising on the bodies and marks on their wrists, indicating they were restrained and beaten,” the older Italian man observed.

“This has happened three times on the same park bench on the same day and yet they haven’t been able to catch who’s doing this?” Jane questioned, her brow furrowing.

“Apparently they thought it was just a coincidence the second time it happened. Now that it’s happened a third time, they realize that’s not the case. It’s been a little over a week since the third victim was found and they have nothing. They want our help before the UNSUB can strike again next month,” Garcia explained.

“We’ll discuss more on the plane. Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch ordered.

As the team disbursed to get ready, Hotch led Jane back to her desk and let her know that someone would stop by to show her the way to the jet. Jane took the time to double check her go-bag and sent a quick text to Jack, letting him know that she’d be going away on her first case.

“You ready to go?”

Jane looked up to find the Italian man standing by her desk.

He stuck out his hand. “David Rossi.”

Jane reached out and shook his hand. “I know. I’ve read your books. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

He put his hands up. “Woah, no ‘sir’ necessary. Rossi is fine.”

“Alright then. I’m assuming Hotch asked you to show me to the jet?”

“You assume correctly.”

Jane grabbed her bag and followed him out of the building.

When they arrived, a couple people were already on the jet.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau. Everyone calls here calls me JJ,” a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair greeted.

“Derek Morgan. A pleasure to meet you,” a dark-skinned man grinned, extending his hand.

Jane smiled as she shook his and JJ’s hands. “Dr. Jane Addison, but you can call me Jane or Addison. It’s great to meet you two as well.”

Jane put her bag away and took a seat just as Hotch came aboard.

He looked at Jane. “Good, I see you found your way. Thanks, Dave.” He looked around. “Do we have everyone?”

“We’re still missing pretty boy,” Morgan answered.

“Pretty boy? Who’s that?” Jane asked.

Reid rushed onto the plane, apologizing for being late.

“It’s alright, just get ready to take off,” Hotch told him.

He went to put his luggage above the seats near Jane.

“So you’re pretty boy,” Jane stated.

Reid looked down, just now noticing Jane sitting there. His bag slipped, hitting him in the head.

Morgan laughed.

Reid shoved his bag into the compartment and shut the door before turning to his colleague. “Shut up!”

“Are you ok?” Jane asked, failing to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah,” Reid told her, turning back around to face her. “Sorry, I’m a mess.”

“Oh, I thought you were pretty boy. Hi, ‘a mess’, I’m Dr. Jane Addison, but most people call me Jane or Addison.”

Morgan let out another laugh.

“Sorry,” Reid apologized again. “I’m, I’m, uh, I’m-”

“Pretty boy,” Morgan suggested.

“I’m pretty boy,” Reid repeated. His face turned red and he gaped when he realized what he just said. He turned and glared daggers at Morgan for a moment before turning back to Jane one more time. “I’m uh, um, I’m,” he stopped and took a deep breath to recompose himself. “Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Jane smiled and put her hand out to shake his. “It’s nice to meet you.” He stared at her hand instead of reaching out to accept her handshake. She frowned and put her hand back down.

“Most people call me ‘Reid’ or ‘Spencer’,” he added to fill the silence.

Once the team was in the air for a few minutes, everyone gathered to continue discussing the case.

“Garcia, have you been able to find any connections between the victims?” Hotch asked as they all turned to look at the screen where Garcia was communicating with them. Garica responded saying that she was unsuccessful in finding any connection.

“Were there any missing person reports filed for the victims?” Jane asked.

“Yes for the first two, but no for the third,” Garcia shared.

“Morgan and JJ, when we land I want you to go to the crime scene. Reid and Addison, talk to the victims’ wives. Rossi and I will connect with and set up at the local station.”

When the plane landed, Reid and Addison did as Hotch ordered and went to interview the victims’ wives.

The first victim’s wife told them that her husband had gone out to a bar with coworkers to celebrate an achievement. The second informed them that he went out to the same bar with friends to celebrate a friend’s promotion.

The bar seemed to be the connection, but the pair wanted to confirm their theory by talking to the third wife.

They approached the front door and Reid knocked. A woman with short, dark hair answered.

“Mrs. Stevens?”

“Yes?”

“I’m Dr. Reid. This is Dr. Addison. We’re with the FBI. We’d like to ask you some questions about your husband.”

“Yes, of course. Come on in.”

They entered the house and were led into the living room where they were asked to take a seat on the couch. The floor was littered with small toys.

The woman appeared calm, as if her husband hadn’t just been found murdered the day before.

“Mrs. Stevens, you never reported your husband missing. Why is that?” Reid questioned.

She sighed and looked down at her hands. “He was always going to that bar, meeting other women.” She turned to look at Jane. “A woman knows when her man is being unfaithful. As a woman, you understand that.”

Jane frowned and hesitated before replying, “No, I can’t say that I do.”

The woman shook it off and went on. “I’d find lipstick on his shirt in a shade I didn’t own or I’d smell perfume in a scent I’d never wear. I knew what he was doing.”

“If he was treating you so poorly, why did you stay with him?” Reid asked.

“Because I couldn’t afford a divorce and for the kids’ sake.” She gestured around at the toys. “When he never came home I just assumed he had finally decided to leave us.”

Jane nodded and stood up, Reid following suit. “Well, thank you for your time, ma’am. We really appreciate it.

The two left the house and headed back to the car, ready to go to the police station.

When they had gotten into the car, Reid looked over at her. “No, I can’t say that I do? You hesitated. What was that about?”

Jane looked over at him. “It was nothing.”

“No, really.”

She shook her head. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jane’s phone went off before he could push the topic any further.

“Hello.”

“Jane, I miss you,” Jack told her, not even bothering to greet her first.

“I miss you too. How are things at home?” Reid started the car and began driving to the police station.

“They’re alright. When are you getting back?”

“I don’t know yet.” She could hear him sigh on the other end. “Hey, we talked about this. We knew this job would mean I couldn’t see you as often.” Reid glanced over at her.

“I know,” Jack replied glumly.

Jane sighed. “I gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later if I get the chance. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Bye.”

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