#reid's been charming the whole team from day one change my mind

[wistfulwatcher]

ONE LIGHTHEARTED CRIMINAL MINDS GIFSET PER EPISODE | 1.01 Extreme Aggressor

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I love you (and I don't want to) (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: After three years in love with Spencer, (Y/N) decides it's time to move on.  He will never love her anyway, right?  

Category: Angst/Fluffy ending

Word count: 4,2K

Warnings: Cursing, but you love me anyway 💜

Masterlist

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It had been three years of her life. Three whole years she had been in love with Spencer Reid. But (Y/N) couldn't deal with those feelings anymore. She didn't want to continue torturing herself, waiting for him. Why? 'cos for him, (Y/N) was just his friend, his very best friend. But nothing more. And she wanted more. She wanted everything with him, and after three years, she knew she wasn't going to get it.

(Y/N) had hinted to Spencer in every possible way that she was in love with him, but he hadn't acted on it. She actually felt pathetic. (Y/N) thought she couldn't be any more obvious about her feelings. The only thing she hadn't done was kissing Reid. And she wasn't going to because it was clear all she was going to get was rejection.

That's why, after three years postponing her own life, waiting around to see if Spencer might actually see her as a woman and not as a friend, she was done. She had to move on from him, even if it was the hardest thing she had ever done.

But working with Spencer didn't make it easier. There he was, every morning, smiling at her from his desk. Asking her how she had spent the night, what she had done. Even inviting her over to his apartment for a movie night. Which with Spencer actually meant watching movies and nothing else. Nothing. Not even holding hands.

In three years, the most physical (Y/N) had even been with Spencer had been the day she got shot in a leg, and he hugged her when she rejoined the team after her leave.

One hug in three years. That was it. Spencer was way more physical with Morgan, or with anyone else, as a matter of fact. That's why it was time to let him go. (Y/N) knew she wasn't going to find another man like him, though maybe that was the idea.

She loved him so much it hurt, and she needed to get rid of that pain.

(Y/N) knew she could get a man's attention if she wanted to. That's why it was so frustrating not being able to get Spencer's. Decided to get him out of his mind, (Y/N) dragged Emily and García for a "Lady's night." And by the end of the evening, she had given her number to three different guys. Neither of them was Spencer Reid, but at least (Y/N) felt her ego boost from getting their attention.

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- "(Y/N)! I still can't get over how hot that guy was!! did he call you already?"- Penelope walked through the bullpen straight to (Y/N) 's desk, ignoring everybody but her friend. (Y/N) bit her lips and closed her eyes for a second, embarrassed her friend had literally yelled to the whole FBI they had met a cute guy the night before.

- "What? Who?"- Derek Morgan nearly jumped and rubbed his hands together, excited to hear the story, and walked with Garcia to (Y/N) 's desk.

Spencer raised his eyes from the file he was reading and scanned (Y/N) 's face. She was blushed, obviously nervous, and biting her lips as she smiled. What? Was she excited? Happy? Annoyed? and who was Garcia talking about? what guy? (Y/N) wasn't dating anyone. He would know. He knew everything she did. Not that he was a stalker or anything, but he listened each time she talked, and she usually told him everything she did.

Did she? Maybe not anymore. Spencer realized he needed to know what Garcia was talking about, so he pretended to be working but paid all of his attention to that conversation.

- "Thank you, Penelope"- (Y/N) huffed and shook her head- "I don't think Anderson heard you, by the way."

- "I heard her!"- Anderson raised his hand and waved- "Hot guy, she can't get over him"

- "Thank you!"- (Y/N) smiled at Anderson and covered her face with both hands.

- "Oh, come on! Don't be shy. You are not shy. And last night's (Y/N) wasn't shy either!"- Penelope tapped on (Y/N) 's back, as she grabbed the closest chair and moved it to her desk- "So, did he call?"

- "Who are you guys talking about?"- Morgan asked, crossing his arms on his chest, staring at the two women- "What did you do last night?"

- "Turns out this lady right here is the best party girl I've ever met, and in all these years, she had never shown this side of her! Ever!"- Penelope was clearly under the effect of three cups of coffee.

- "What did she do?"

- "Oh my beloved Morgan, you should have seen her!"- Garcia started explaining, and Spencer realized his stomach, as well as his fists, were tightening.

- "Please, don't!"- (Y/N) begged, but it was useless.

- "She was a lioness in the wild, and the hottest guys in the club were her prey. She danced with only the most attractive men in the whole place. And she flirted, and laughed, enchanted them all. Guys were asking for her phone number the whole time we were in that club. I swear I had never seen anything like it before."

- "What?! this pretty lady right here?"- Morgan pointed at (Y/N), who was still covering her face with both hands- "She always refuses to go out clubbing with me."

- "Well, clearly she was hiding her wild side"- Garcia sentenced and nodded at her own words- "So, did he call already?"

- "No. He hasn't"

- "Who?"- Prentiss asked, joining the conversation- "Bachelor number three? Please tell me you are gonna marry that man. It would be a crime not to."

The fact even Prentiss was drooling over that unknown guy hit Spencer harder. He knew (Y/N) was gorgeous and that she could get any guy's attention if she wanted to. But in the last three years, she had ignored every man who had flirted with her. Why the sudden change?

Spencer knew he couldn't ask (Y/N) not to flirt or go out with anyone, just 'cos he loved her in silence. Reid wished he could tell her how he felt, but he knew it was impossible for her to love him. She always took special care of him. She was always there when no one else was. But Spencer considered it as a gesture of friendship, not of love. He was so blind, he had wasted three years of happiness by her side, only because he was sure someone like her could never want someone like him.

Lucky for Spencer (or unlucky in a way), he didn't have to listen to that conversation for much longer. Hotch asked the team for the reports of the last three cases they had worked on, which meant they had a busy day ahead, and the bullpen was silent for most of the day.

Until (Y/N) 's phone hummed around noon, and Prentiss jumped from her desk.

- "Is it him?! is he?"- (Y/N) looked at Emily in shock- "What?"

- "You are acting like a schoolgirl. Put your shit together."

- "Shut up and let me live my life through you for a second! is that him?"- (Y/N) grabbed her phone and nodded. Spencer looked at her friend and held his breath. What was happening? Why was she clubbing and meeting guys all of a sudden?

- "I can't stop thinking about you. I hope you are having a great day. Wanna have dinner with me tonight?"- (Y/N) read out loud and bit her lips.

- "Please say yes and ask him for a picture."

- "Garcia already found pictures of him online"- (Y/N) announced Emily and showed her the mail she had gotten from their friend- "She checked his whole life. And he wasn't lying. The guy is a pediatrician, he is single, never been in jail, gives lots of money to charity...."

- "And he is so hot, Ryan Reynolds would be jealous of him. Seriously (Y/N), please date him. You deserve to be happy, and that guy is screaming, "I could make you happy."

Emily had never been the kind of woman to say those things out loud in the bullpen, during work, knowing anyone might hear her. But that was precisely what she wanted.

She knew Spencer was paying attention. And she wanted him to listen to what was going on because it might be the only way to make him see he had to tell (Y/N) what he really felt for her before it was too late.

Prentiss knew Spencer was in love with (Y/N), though he had denied it every time she had confronted him about his feelings. But you can't hide those things from profilers. Less from profilers who are also your best friends.

Emily knew (Y/N) loved him too, and it was nerve-wracking watching them waste their time and neither of them doing anything to be together.

Maybe the fact (Y/N) was getting someone else's attention would make Spencer react. If not, well, maybe (Y/N) would get a chance to be happy with the club's hot guy.

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The hot guy from the bar had a name. It was Benjamin, and he took (Y/N) our for dinner that night. He had been lovely and charming, just like he had been when they met at the club. So sweet and charming, in fact, (Y/N) felt he might be the one who could take Spencer from her heart. That's why, when he asked her out again later that week, she accepted.

- "Oh my god!"- JJ walked to (Y/N) in shock- "Who sent you these?"- there was a gigantic bouquet of red roses on (Y/N) 's desk, and the owner was staring at them, absolutely blushed. In three years, no one had sent her flowers. It was impossible not to feel special.

- "Benjamin"- (Y/N) whispered and opened the card that came with the roses- "He asked me out, again."

- "You know, red roses are the most common flower to give to a woman."- Spencer had made his best to stay out of that conversation and every conversation related to Benjamin in the last week and a half. But he couldn't do it anymore.

He was done.

- "Worldwide, everybody gives red roses to say "I love you," turning a beautiful flower into a sad and empty cliché."- Spencer stood up from his desk and walked over (Y/N) and JJ, staring at the bouquet.

- "Sad and empty?"- (Y/N) stood up and crossed her arms on her chest, defensive- "Why would you say that?"

- "When everybody does it, the gesture might turn into something meaningless. A banality."

JJ looked at Spencer and at (Y/N). Since Benjamin was in the picture, it was clear their friendship was in trouble. Reid was more distant and (Y/N) was focused on her date. You didn't need to be a profiler to see what was going on, and JJ knew the wise thing to do was to take a step back and leave the two of them to fix their problems on their own.

Something JJ knew was never going to happen, 'cos Reid would be passive-aggressive and (Y/N) would get annoyed and leave.

- "Why are you so bitter today, Spencer? It's just flowers?"- (Y/N) asked him and raised an eyebrow. Reid mimicked her movement and crossed his arms on his chest as well.

- "I'm not bitter, (Y/N). I'm just telling you this gesture of love that's melting your heart is nothing but a cheap way to get under your skirt."

Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ wide opened their eyes at Spencer's words. But (Y/N) didn't even flinch.

- "And since when do you care if someone is trying to get under my skirt?"- she asked, staring into Reid's eyes.

- "I don't."

- "Then why are you telling me this?"

- "I just thought you were smarter than this. I guess I was wrong."

You could feel the tension growing between them. And the sparks coming from (Y/N) 's eyes that were filled with anger.

Spencer regretted every word that had left his lips ever since he stood up, but he couldn't take them back. What was done was done. And so, he could feel (Y/N) 's friendship and love slipping through his fingers with every word he said.

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Later that night, Spencer couldn't sleep. It wasn't late, but he hadn't had a proper rest for weeks. Since he first heard (Y/N) was out clubbing with her friends, actually. And now that she was dating someone else, there was no way Spencer could close his eyes.

He felt awful after what he had told her, and he kept trying to come up with an idea to apologize to her. In three years, they had never fought before. Well, he had never been so jealous of anyone getting her attention in the last three years.

He couldn't shake the thought of her being on a date with Ben at that very same minute. They were together. She was laughing. And that would be enough for that guy to fall in love with her. How couldn't he? (Y/N) was perfect. Spencer knew it.

Reid paced like a lion in his apartment. He sipped his third cup of herbal tea, trying to follow (Y/N) 's advice to reduce caffeine at night in a useless effort to sleep better. But he knew coffee wasn't the reason he wasn't going to get any sleep that night. It was (Y/N). (Y/N) and all the feelings he had for her.

Why couldn't he just tell her he loved her? Why did he have to hold those feelings back for so long? Was it too late to tell her? Of course, it was! and even if (Y/N) wasn't in love with Ben, that didn't mean she'd ever love Reid. They were friends, and that was it.

The hum of his cellphone took Spencer from his thoughts. Somehow reading "we've got a case" on the screen made him feel better. At least now he had something else to think about. Reid could focus on saving lives instead of his own misery.

The case could be solved. His personal life couldn't.

Work was where Spencer could hide. It was his escape from his own problems, from his head, and his tendency to overthink everything.

Work was his refugee, his temple. A place he could even call home.

And that's why he lost it when he saw (Y/N) holding some guy's hand in the hall outside the elevator, in the BAU.

- "What are you doing?"- Reid wasn't even subtle at that point. He ignored Penelope, Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ. Needless to say, he also ignored that random man he knew was Benjamin.

- "Hi Spencer"- (Y/N) cut him a short smile and tried to act normal, but she knew it wasn't going to happen.

- "We've got a case."

- "Hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Benjamin"- Ben tried to shake Reid's hand, but Spencer didn't just ignore him. The glance he gave him was so cold and annoyed, (Y/N) was embarrassed already.

- "Don't mean to be rude, but what the fuck are you doing here? Do you think you can come and visit the FBI whenever you want to?"

The whole team was silent. Spencer's words resonated through the empty halls. (Y/N) felt her heart stop and her cheeks turning red with embarrassment and anger.

- "I'm sorry,"- Ben whispered and cleared his throat- "I should go."

- "No, please."- (Y/N) held his hand tighter and turned to him, knowing Spencer was staring at every move she made.

- "You have to work. I just came to drop you off. Take care, ok?"- Ben said, smiling. (Y/N) nodded and slowly leaned in and kissed him.

Spencer's heart dropped. That was it. He couldn't deal with that anymore. Reid turned around and rushed out the hall.

What had he done? What had she done? That was it. He was screwed.

- "Spence?"- JJ found him hidden in the conference room, sitting at a chair, his head resting on the table, covered with both hands.

- "What?"- he whispered, but didn't move- "I know, I know"- he added before JJ would say anything- "I ruined it all."

- "Why don't you just tell her what you feel?"- she asked her and sat by his side. But Spencer still didn't move.

- "What for?"

- "For starters, to apologize for being a dick today."

- "It's useless, JJ."

- "Why?"- Reid sighed and turned slowly to look at his friend. JJ smiled at him kindly and shook her head- "It's not useless, Spence. She loves you."

- "She loves me as a friend."

- "No, she is in love with you. The only reason she is dating Ben is that she needs to get over you 'cos she is sure you don't love her."

Spencer looked at JJ in silence, trying to put those ideas together. But they made no sense.

- "There's no way (Y/N) loves me."

- "She does. She has been in love with you for the last three years, Spence. And if I were you, I'd apologize to her, and I'd tell her the truth."

- "She really loves me?"- Spencer whispered, and JJ nodded- "Why didn't you tell me before?"

- "I tried to tell you a million times before, you wouldn't believe me! now try to find a way to fix this before you lose her!"

Reid stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. JJ was right; he had to fix everything. He had to win (Y/N) 's love back.

But Hotch and the rest of the team walked into the conference room that minute, including (Y/N). And his plans were forced to be paused until that serial killer was caught.

That was a miserable case. Not only because the unsub was killing lonely older women, and no one noticed most of the victims because no one would visit them. Which made the trail of murders was nearly untraceable. But because Spencer and (Y/N) weren't even looking at each other during the whole time they were investigating, and to call it "awkward" was being subtle.

It was hell for both of them.

Being in the jet was torture, 'cos there was nowhere to hide from each other. When Hotch asked them to go to the last crime scene together was the worst. (Y/N) had to ask Emily to go instead 'cos she knew she couldn't deal with Spencer at that minute.

And all that time, all Reid could think about was that kiss. The image of (Y/N) kissing Ben in front of him, and the words JJ had said. That (Y/N) loved him, and that was the reason why she was doing all that.

Solving that case was more complex than he expected because he couldn't put his mind to it. All he could think of was (Y/N).

On the jet back to Quantico, Spencer sat in front of her, decided to talk to her. But she stood up and left in a second, not giving him the chance to open his mouth. JJ stared at him and cut him a short smile, trying to encourage him not to lose faith. Spencer knew (Y/N) was mad at him, and she would act her worst when she was upset. But this time, he knew he had fucked it up. There was no other way to explain it.

Saying "Sorry" wouldn't do it. Spencer would have to do better.

But how?

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(Y/N) reached her house and closed the door behind her back, still making her best not to cry. She had held those tears back for two days now since she had fought with Spencer, and she refused to weep over him anymore. It was a waste of tears.

Spencer Reid was an asshole, that was all.

All there was left to do was to forget about him. Maybe (Y/N) could text Benjamin, tell him she was already back in town, though she really didn't want to. (Y/N) wanted that night for herself, ask for pizza, watch a movie, do nothing. Maybe take a long bath. She could deal with reality in the morning. But right now, she wanted that night for herself.

Of course, she wasn't going to get it. The knocking on her door ruined her plans before she could actually ask for her pizza.

Spencer Reid was holding his breath at the other side of the door and making his best effort not to faint. That's how nervous he was. (Y/N) looked at him in shock, and for a few seconds, she forgot how mad she was with him because the way he was looking at her was heart-melting.

- "I'm sorry,"- Spencer whispered and gave her a gigantic bunch of flowers- "(Y/N), I am so sorry I was an asshole with you."

- "I don't want your flowers."- she refused to take them and took a step back into her apartment. But Spencer followed her.

- "(Y/N), I..."

- "No, you hurt me. You insulted me. You humiliated me and..."

- "And I love you"- Spencer confessed- "I love you, and I have been an insensitive asshole with you. I know you won't forgive me, but I had to try."

(Y/N) stared at him in shock. She didn't move. She didn't even blink. Spencer stared at her in silence, closing the door behind his back. At least they were now inside her apartment, and she wasn't kicking him out. He thought that was a good sign.

- "What are you talking about, Spencer?"

- "I love you. I am in love with you (Y/N). I have been in love with you for the last three years, and I kept telling myself it was useless to feel this way for you 'cos you would ever even look at me that way. But now that you've got that guy, I've realized worse than losing you for telling you my feelings is losing you over some douchebag for not telling you how I feel."

Spencer was rambling too fast, and (Y/N) was not getting what was going on.

- "So you decided to come here and tell me how you feel so I would forgive you?"- (Y/N) asked him, still mad- "'Cos telling me you love me doesn't make me feel any better, Spencer. If anything, it's making me even madder at you! What the fuck is your problem?!"- (Y/N) turned around and walked to her living room, not really knowing what to do.

- "What?"- Spencer asked, confused, following her around.

- "I've been fucking in love with you for years! and you waited till now to tell me how you feel?"

- "I never thought you'd like me!"

- "I don't like you! I fucking love you, Spencer!"

- "I love you too (Y/N)!"

There was a deep silence in the room. (Y/N) and Spencer stared at each other, neither of them knowing what to do. They were in love. Literally, madly in love.

- "I love you, (Y/N)"- Spencer repeated and took a step closer to her.

- "I know, I heard you"- she whispered, confused. She was so upset and so happy at the same time. She had no idea what she was doing.

Reid didn't know what to do either, how to act, or how to fix things. The only thing he could think of doing was simple: to kiss her. Reid took another step closer to her, and she didn't move away. So he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tight.

- "I love you, (Y/N)"- he repeated for the third time and kissed her with such passion, yet love, (Y/N) 's knees nearly betrayed her. Her head was spinning. Her body was shaking. She was in love, and the man of her dreams was finally kissing her.

Spencer was finally touching her, holding her, kissing her. After three years.

- "You said roses were sad and empty,"- (Y/N) whispered and looked at the bouquet Reid was still holding.

- "I said a lot of things I regret,"- he whispered and kissed her again. This time, less urgently and more sweetly, savoring her little by little- "And these are special flowers."

- "Care to explain?"- (Y/N) murmured and sighed. Spencer nodded and handed her the flowers again, smiling childishly.

- "Purple roses are not nearly as common as red or white roses are. And that's why they indicate a fascination and adoration."- of course, Spencer Reid had a real explanation for picking those flowers.

- "Purple roses are associated with royalty, and they were often given to queens. That's why it's the only flower I could give to you. You are my queen. You have always been, and I've been a stupid blind man not to see it before."

(Y/N) bit her lips and stared at him, not knowing what to say. Spencer sheepishly smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her. But she stopped him.

- "You were an asshole."

- "I know, I'm sorry"- he whispered, honestly sorry- "I'll live the rest of my life making sure you'll forgive me."

- "You won't get tired of me?"

- "Never"- he whispered and leaned over her- "I've been in love with you forever, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you."

- "Sounds like a lot of time, Spencer."

- "We've waited three years already (Y/N). I'm not wasting any more time."- Spencer Walter Reid held (Y/N) and kissed her. He knew he had wasted three years, but he was willing to do anything and everything he could to make it up for her. All he wanted now was to make her happy every day.

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Pathetic and Tragic

Summary: It’s been years since the BAU has tried to catch this unsub, so when Spencer figures out where she is, why did he feel the need to go alone?

Pairing: Spencer x Fem Unsub!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: mentions of murder/blood, slight bondage, hair pulling, choking, gagging, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Hi! This is for a contest by @spenciebabie and I’ve chosen the one-shot prompt why don't you make me? 

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The case was never supposed to last this long. Spencer knew that, Hell, the whole BAU knew that. A woman with ties to the highest degree of one of the most infamous organized crime families should have been the FBI’s top priority, and for a very long time, she was.

Then the case got complicated, and while Spencer’s mind clouded with an unbearable lust for a woman that would take his life with zero hesitation, the team lost one of their greatest players.

It was tragic in every sense of the word, the way Spencer’s mind replayed their first interaction, his lips feeling her breath on him after all this time, and the bullet that always rested in his bag.

He felt pathetic in that moment, letting her take control of his morals with her vice like grip on his mind, body and soul.

“FBI, freeze. Don’t move.” Finally, the BAU had found who they were looking for since her first appearance on their radar 8 months ago. More importantly, Spencer caught her trying to flee a scene she had no business being at. She looked so out of place, the blood and gore that laid a trail to her small, almost fragile figure making Spencer believe for a split second that she couldn’t have possibly done this.

But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when she turned around to flash a wicked smile his way.

And Spencer Reid was the one who froze instead.

“Doctor,” she greeted with the utmost of poise and delicacy. “I do believe I have a job to do, so I’m sorry to inform you that I cannot follow your request at this time.”

She was taunting him, and Spencer would fall into that trap again and again if it meant her eyes remained on his.

But this was a criminal, a murderer, a sociopath, and he will not lose his footing this time. Not even for a flawless god-like woman.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you’re under arrest for the murder of Tristen Kepler, Michael Gerdinski and Harold Bennet.” Spencer’s voice was slowly losing its confidence as her face turned from one of pure hilarity to confusion.

“Is that all? You might be missing a few names.” She was proud of her work, it was insufferable. Spencer’s anger level was slowly rising, and if she continued to dance circles around his mind, the task at hand being forgotten, it was going to get dangerously high.

“You won’t shoot me, Dr. Reid,” she continued as she took a step towards him, the grip on his gun tightened.

“How do you know?” Spencer’s voice shook with the same uncertainty as his finger shaking over the trigger. She was right, he wasn’t going to shoot her, but Spencer couldn’t confirm the thoughts of a narcissist.

“Because,” another step. “I’m unarmed, and you, Spencer Reid,” another step. “Are a man of morals and righteousness, and justice.” She spit the last word with so much venom that the story behind her rage could have been the world’s most tragic villain arc.

The whole case was quite tragic.

“Don’t take another step.” Spencer was easily a foot taller than her, and with one scan could tell he weighed twice as much as her, but she still found a way to make his blood run cold with both fear and excitement.

“Or what?”

Spencer could’ve sworn he only blinked and she was directly in front of him, but that wasn’t entirely the truth. She had laid a fog over his mind, taking away his intelligence and peeling back every layer of his mind so only the thought of lowering his weapon in favor of getting on her good side remained.

She was challenging him to do something, but instead of the snake charmer charming the snake, she charmed him.

Spencer must have been hallucinating on the high of being closer to her now, but he could’ve sworn the crime scene they were in was starting to grow the same vines in the Garden of Eden, because there she stood handing Spencer an apple.

Like Eve, Spencer took it.

The second his gun lowered slightly, she pounced. She had him disarmed and on his back before he had time to process the feeling of her skin on his. If the impact to the ground didn’t knock the wind out of Spencer, her close proximity would.

She had a heel digging into his wrist closest to his gun that was only inches away, taunting him for his pathetic lust. Slowly, she bent down, entering the fog, black smoke mixing with his innocent, white cloud to create a gray that he wouldn’t dare call dull.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this, Spencer. Truly, I am.” Her eyes left his to scan his face before she reached over to his gun. The thought crossed his mind that she was going to kill him, but would that be so bad when he was breathing the same air as her?

She emptied the chamber into her hands, only leaving one bullet. He walked this road before, he knew his chances.

“One bullet, one chance.” She spun the chamber before slamming it back in place. “God, I really hope you live.”

For a split second, they shared a gaze clouded with desire for the other. Spencer let his mind fade into what her lips would feel like against his, or how her body would tremble under his. She had control now, but he knew from the way her eyes begged, even just for one second, she wanted him to flip the roles and take her right there. He would’ve too if it wasn’t for the cool metal that pressed against the side of his head.

Click!

An empty threat, yet she still smirked. “Today’s your lucky day, Doctor.”

She looked up to where a single headlight shone through the window above them, her hair trickling down to brush against Spencer’s neck, and he sighed at the small contact. It was pathetic, really.

“That’s my ride. See you around.” With that, she winked and ran off towards her getaway. Spencer laid there, taking in shallow breaths that escaped him during their interaction.

She had been stalling him, and he fell for it.

Spencer still carried around that bullet as a reminder. A reminder that he needs to catch her, she was too dangerous, and anything less than her being imprisoned for life wasn’t good enough. 

It was also a reminder of how he felt when she was with him, over him, dominating him. Spencer never felt that helpless, that pathetic, that hungry for someone, and he wasn’t ready to let that go quite yet.

There was no new case that came in this week, and no matter how hard he tried, he��couldn't keep that nagging feeling at bay when it came to her this case. They needed to shut it, Spencer needed to shut it, because maybe, just maybe, he could sleep better at night knowing he won.

“Delivery for Dr. Spencer Reid,” a voice called from the entrance of the bullpen. Spencer’s head shot around, finding a very harmless looking intern holding a small package in his hand looking around.

Cutting the kid some slack, he made his way over. “I’m Dr. Reid.” The kid smiled before handing him the little cardboard box. It fit in the palm of his hand, and was completely blank except for the small drawing of a snake on the top.

His blood ran cold, and his lungs forgot how to breath, just like they did a year ago.

A year ago today.

Spencer didn’t wait any longer, ripping the box open despite the strong glue that held it shut with its secrets.

Oh Spencer, hasn’t anyone told you not to open Pandora’s box?

The bullet inside rattled around the small container, one of the bullets that belonged to Spencer before she took them for her trophies.

She may have not killed Spencer, but she definitely took something more than just bullets with her that night.

He knew where she was, and she wanted him to.

Spencer could’ve told his team, hell, he was going to need the backup, so what stopped him from doing so as he raced for the crime scene that has since been cleared and reopened for the public to ignore the ‘No Trespassing’ sign?

Lust, lust is what stopped him, and it was pathetic.

Pathetic and tragic.

She knew he arrived, even if he turned the lights of the SUV off before pulling up the small warehouse. The air around her grew heavier with anticipation as she waited for Spencer to enter the room, no doubt waiting for the element of surprise.

She almost missed his light footsteps approaching her from behind.

“You’ve changed,” she called out. Spencer froze again, just like he had the first time. Was this pathetic enough?

“So have you,” his voice was calm, not caring for tiptoeing anymore. She was right, Spencer had changed, and now he took very little chances with instability.

“Yet here we are, repeating the same cycle as last year.” She turned to face him, and if she was less of a professional, she would have let her hunger for Spencer shine through. He had definitely changed, his hair was longer now, but still beautifully curly and framing his face, the one that was sharper, stubble on his cheeks. 

Spencer was a man now, one she wanted to strip down to nothing both physically and emotionally.

“That’s not entirely true,” he shot back with a sense of cockiness to his tone, cockiness she had no patience for. “I’m not letting you go this time.”

She snorted, actually snorted in his face. “You cannot be serious. You think I would lead you to me just to turn myself in?”

“You’re coming with me, whether you want to or not.” There was no room for argument, but she had other plans. She saw the lust in his eyes a year ago, and though time passed, that passion when he was looking at her still hasn’t faded. She just needed to push his buttons a little bit.

“Why don’t you make me?” It was the final straw, the last drop of water before the dam broke, and Spencer made no effort to stop himself from taking her head in his hands and smashing their lips together in both anger and desire.

She moaned against his mouth, wrapping her hands around his neck to find their place in his hair. Spencer had other plans, because he grabbed both of her wrists before turning her around and bending her over the metal table behind them.

“Listen, Princess,” Spencer whispered into her ear, his lips grazing the shell as he bent his whole body over her to press her further. The cool metal was digging into her hips, but she couldn’t complain when it also meant she felt Spencer’s hard erection on her backside. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, and then I’m going to take you in where you’ll rot in prison for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”

“Only one of us is getting ruined today, and it’s not me.” Apparently, that was not the answer Spencer wanted, because he grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her back against his chest, making her gasp and squirm against his strong frame.

“Watch the attitude,” he growled out before reaching down with his other hand to unbutton her black jeans. “Now let’s try that again. Do you understand me?”

She only responded in a whimper as Spencer’s hands reached inside both her pants and panties to run his fingers through her slick folds.

“Use your words, Princess.” She tried to grind down on his fingers, but Spencer was quick to remove them from her pants. Bringing his hand up to her neck, he wrapped it around before squeezing lightly. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes, I understand. Just please, Spencer.” She never would have thought that the awestruck doctor she wooed a year ago would be so rough with her, and the surprise just added to her need for him.

“Please what, Princess?” Spencer taunted.

“Just do something,” she barked back, immediately regretting her decision when he let go of her neck to push her by her head back onto the table with more force than necessary.

When she heard the click of his handcuffs, she started her relentless squirming. “What the hell, Spencer? I thought you were going to fucking do something!”

“Who said I wasn't?” He asked before completely ripping her pants down her legs, the cool air hitting her bare pussy, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

So this was the game Spencer’s playing.

“God, you’re already so fucking wet, Princess. Wanna taste you.” He gave her no time to register his words because Spencer dropped to his knees and licked a strip up and then down her folds, flicking her clit before taking in completely in his mouth.

Her mewls and groans bounced off the concrete walls around them, only urging Spencer on more. He suckled softly on her clit before flicking it back and forth repeatedly with his tongue at an incomprehensible pace. The knot in her stomach was forming, and at this rate, it was going to unravel fast.

“Spe-Spence I.. I’m g-gonna” Spencer brought his fingers up to her core, replacing his tongue with two slender digits.

“Do it, Princess. Come for me.” He pinched her clit roughly, and that was the final push over the edge, her moans loud consisting of incoherent curses and his name.

When she started to come down from her high, Spencer stood straight up again and started unbuckling his belt. She started to squirm and push back into him at his slow movements.

“I know you’re probably enjoying watching me struggle, but if you could please hurry the fuck up,” she said as she lifted part of her upper body to turn and look at him. She never got a good look, because Spencer reached out and slammed her back down before pushing all of himself into her waiting cunt.

She yelled out at the sensation, Spencer groaning before saying, “What did I tell you about that fucking attitude?”

He set a brutal pace, giving her barely any time to adjust before pulling out so just the tip remained, and then slamming into her with a rough, animalistic force.

“Ah, ah, ah, Sp- Spenc-” He grabbed her by the hair again, using it as leverage to pull her back onto his cock, making her scream out again.

“Shut up,” Spencer groaned out, annunciating each word with a thrust while he reached forward to shove two fingers into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

She moaned around his fingers, causing him to press down on her tongue, gagging her. Spencer could feel the way she started to clench around him.

“You gonna cum, Princess? That’s it, cum with me.” Spencer’s thrusts grew sloppier as they both ran towards their orgasm together.

When they both finally reached their high, Spencer could’ve sworn he saw stars, his cock twitching in her pulsing warmth, milking him of everything. For a split second, their bodies had become one.

But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when his actions caught up to him, and he ripped himself from her.

She was still shaking and trying to catch her breath when he undid the handcuffs that were burning her wrists. Confusion spread through her as she used her arms that still felt like jelly to push herself up off the table.

“Why... why’d you uncuff me?” Spencer looked up through his eyelashes at her from where he was redoing his belt, his face unreadable.

“Get dressed. I can’t arrest you half naked.” He looked away from her with a blush on his face as she bent down to pull her pants back up. When she looked back up at him from where he was trying to see from his peripherals if she was dressed again, she caught a glimpse of the man she met a year ago.

“That’s not the reason, Doctor. If you have a question, ask it.”

“Why’d you stop?” Spencer finally turned to face her, catching the surprise on her face before it morphed into that same wicked smile that rendered him helpless last time.

“Would you have come if I kept killing?” He didn’t have to think about his answer, it was the reason he was hoping was true.

“No.” She slowly stalked over to him, but this time she didn’t flip him on his back. Instead, she cupped his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to nuzzle into her palm.

“I still have 4 bullets,” she said softly. They locked eyes again, but this time, the lust they indulged in melted down to a mutual understanding.

“I’ll see you next year, Doctor.” With that, she walked around him, shutting the door with a slam on the way out, leaving Spencer staring at the silver with no attempt to chase after her.

Pathetic and tragic.

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[summerhermitwinterscholar]

A Misunderstanding and A Kiss

"Penelope…." Luke shook his head as he started to grin. "It wasn't me who said it." The fiery tech specialist narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms as she leaned forward. She was not the one for patience. In her mind it didn’t matter who said what, it was the fact it was uttered in the first place. Him pointing out her logical fallacy wasn't helping.

"Listen Newbie, a kiss would never happen between us. It just wouldn't be possible. Meddling backwards sheriff." She whipped back around and walked toward her desk. Her statement perked Luke's interest as he moved forward into her office, as if his actions were not his own, and shut the door behind him. This had all began earlier when the team was gearing up to start a day filled with paperwork and research for potential cases. Coffee and donuts in the briefing room was always a great way to kick off such a long day… police officers were not the only ones with a particular taste for them. No sooner than the box of donuts had been opened than Rossi felt the need to share a message from Dalton's sheriff who they helped with a serial killer a few days ago. While the team found Rossi's words hilarious, Penelope did not.

************************************************************************************** "Did you know," Rossi brought everyone's attention to him as he reached for his coffee. "That the county sheriff from Dalton gave me a message to pass along to one Agent Alvez?" His brow raised and a small smile brought out the mischievous undertone to his words.

"I have a message?" Despite the jovial cadence to Rossi's words, Luke was still unsure why they would have a message for him. He couldn't imagine why a message would need relayed unless it was to voice a complaint. Everyone hung on Rossi's next words. Luke found himself beginning to fidget.

"Oh all is well my boy, this particular message I found… enlightening. In fact, I am curious to see what you have to say-"

"My dear sweet Rossi, please! What is this message!" With a surprising amount of care shining through her words, Penelope voiced what everyone was thinking. She could not endure Rossi skirting around the subject. She could only imagine the curiosity building in Luke as well if his fingers tapping on the table weren't enough of an indicator.

Rossi chucked and looked over at Luke. "Alright, the sheriff was very impressed with Agent Alvez's work, however he was curious why he used his work phone to bicker with his wife. He said in polite terms he thought that the Bureau should be aware and Agent Alvez should be encouraged to use his personal phone for personal calls, preferably not in the middle of a case either."

At this the whole team sat quiet while Rossi just grinned like the devil himself had offered him a fiddle. For a room full of profilers none of them could have anticipated that sort of message from the sheriff. What made it more confusing is that none of them used a work phone: they usually used their personal cells for communication on a case. All sensitive information came across on their tablets.

"This seems obvious, but Luke isn't married." Reid supplied. Everyone was confused.

"Luke, are you seeing someone?" Emily questioned trying to make sense of the message, Luke was quick to reply.

"No, gosh, no… I don't know why he would think that. I mean I don’t have a work phone… and I don’t call anyone on cases?" Luke was set at ease with the fact it wasn't too harsh of a reprimand and was trying to connect who the sheriff thought he was talking to. The only person any of the team members called frequently while on a case was Garcia.

"I didn't think so." Rossi's grin widened, "That is why I informed the sheriff that he had nothing to worry about and that you were just in communication with our lovely tech specialist. What I found hilarious was his words after that. He said, and I quote 'Well then the boy should put a ring on whoever his Garcia is. If he is going to work so hard to appease her, he might as well get a kiss or two for it.' end quote." At this the entire team started laughing while Penelope jaw dropped open. She personally was a little upset for the poor sheriff's view on marriage, but even more so Rossi had just brought the image of her kissing Luke to the forefront of her mind. Her imaginative mind that was harmlessly flirtatious on a good day and on a bad… she glanced over at Luke and immediately the two made eye contact. He just smiled, his infuriately charming smile, and turned to Rossi.

"The sheriff did seem like a smart man. He could have gone into business with that advice." Luke set the team off laughing again. Penelope tried to join in but what was meant to be a laugh was actually a disgruntled huff. Luke's gaze flew back to her at the sound but the conversation was already moving on. Before long it was time to dive into the work day and Penelope headed back to her office with Luke in toe. He could tell his joy-filled coworker, the same one that gave him hell day to day, needed him to check in. He could almost hear her mind thinking.

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"And why couldn't we kiss?" Luke was speaking before his mind could filter his words. Lord, he had meant to make sure Penelope didn't hold this against him and it seemed he was now on a one man mission to make it worse. Penelope had just reached her chair as his words prompted her to face him once again. Unease settled into her chest as she struggled to reply.

"Well Newbie," She paused as she let her whirling mind calm enough to formulate a cohesive sentence. Her hand arched into the air, "we couldn't kiss because, ah, because we wouldn't be able to stop laughing. I mean you kiss me? It just… well you know what I mean."

Luke raised his eyebrow, "Laughing, huh? That's usually not my style."

"I mean us Luke. I mean you and me. We couldn't even last a minute." Penelope almost groaned in annoyance. Now Luke just wanted to be infuriating. And a minute? Lord they wouldn't even make it to the kiss.

"You're wrong."

"What?."

"You're wrong Penny." Penelope's whirling mind stuttered to a rest. Her thoughts were frozen "I bet you we could. In fact, I challenge you to it. Then you'll know you're wrong."

Penelope was trapped. Part of her was still threatening shock, part of her was feeling very competitive, and part of her (a larger portion than she would admit) wondered what it would be like to kiss him. As crazy as is was.

"Okay," Penelope forced her mind to stop thinking as she walked over to Luke. She was confident his words held no real bite behind him. If he could play cool so could she. "Okay, Husband, try and kiss me."

Penelope let her words take on a mocking tone as she referenced the false assumption of the sheriff earlier. What she didn't know was the small kick to the chest her words inflicted on Luke. Husband. That word floated off of Penelope's lips and stole a breath from him. As she was drawing close there was a part of him stretching awake. A primal one that felt protective and on fire and couldn't stop seeking her eyes. The same part of him that followed after her to check in, yet this time it was somehow larger and deeper in ways he couldn’t articulate. He didn't have the time too. Penelope was walking toward him, a teasing smile firmly in place. He wanted to take that smirk off her face. He wanted to kiss that smile of her face.

So he did.

Just as Penelope got within a few feet of him, he reached out and planted a hand firmly on her side. He jerked her toward him. She fit snug against his broad chest. He felt the curve of her breasts, which were now pushed up turning Penelope's modest work dress into a more scandalous piece. He felt her breathing change as he caught her eye. The smirk was still there but her eyes… her eyes were wide with desire and uncertainty.  

He twisted them around, one arm around her waist, and another reaching up toward her head as he pushed her back against the door. Then his lips were on hers. His hand was cradling her head as her lips gave against his. She was melting into him further. His heart swelled with emotion as he felt her respond to his touch. Penelope felt a shiver run involuntarily down her body as his lips moved languidly against hers. He was in firm control of this kiss, guiding her from one soft moment to a more forceful one. His hand moved from her waste down softly grabbing her lower curves. She somehow was brought even closer to him and Penelope gasped, opening her mouth. She felt Luke's tongue gently sweep against hers as he took the time to deepen the kiss. It was intoxicating, kissing him like this. Finally, just after she let a soft moan, Luke pulled away with a pleased hum. One that clouded her brain and she felt herself leaning into him, searching for more. Eventually though, Luke pulled back. His gaze met hers. Penelope struggled to say anything.

"Well, Luke, I'm not, um, I'm not laughing." Is what she settled on. She couldn't read him. Was this still a challenge for him? She didn't see it that way anymore.

"No Penny, you didn't laugh," Luke took it as a good sign she had used his name and that her breath was still a little unsteady. "You're trembling."

"Well maybe I'm not used to kissing coworkers all because of a misunderstanding." Penny lashed out. Luke saw hurt scuttle across her face and he knew she was slamming her walls back in place. He had to act.

"Well, neither am I chicka, but I was sure glad I did." Her gaze met his.

With that Luke brought her back for another kiss. Penelope's knees weakened as his mouth possessed her bottom lip. Luke let Penelope sink into him before he encouraged her mouth open again, this time running his tongue gently between her lips, asking for her entry which she eagerly gave, there was no playing coy in this moment. There were no walls: just Like and Penelope. Luke was determined to make kiss one last a minute. He knew the sheriff was a smart man, he just didn't know he was this smart.  

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Title: Extraordinary

Pairings: HotchReid (side pairings Morcia, WillxJJ, others in flirtation)

Summary: League of Extraordinary Gentleman/Vampire AU;

Within the FBI there is a specialized team full of an elite selection of people. Unique individuals with very particular skill sets. And their job is to take the unusual cases: the ones that need to not only be solved, but are undetermined if the unsub is human, or something else entirely.

In a world filled with Vampires, non-human creatures, and subspecies unknown, there is only enough information to have them vaguely regulated. Rules that are so easily, and violently broken, all while hidden in plain sight among the unsuspecting public. Unrivaled for eons.

That’s where the BAU comes in.

Official Posting Date: Now posted on tumblr and Ao3, Click Here

Links: (Masterpost) (Snippet 01) (Snippet 02) (Snippet 03) (Snippet 04)

(TW/CW: This is pretty tame, Emily is just a little intense and eager because Spencer is... well, Spencer, and when she realizes all he can do? Oh she is chomping at the bit. Some trance-like things and witchy stuff and Hotch being territorial without being able to admit it.)

(the story so far/what you need to know for this clip at least: this takes place in chapter 02, what you will all see on Saturday evening, and this version is insanely unpolished (I’m about to go through and fix it up and give it a good make-over) but basically this is the first time Spencer is meeting Emily Prentiss and it makes... an impression. Also, Emily has been at the BAU for about 0.2 seconds and Hotch is already done with her. The sibling energy I love to see. It’s also hella long, as an apology for missing last week and being a day late. All you’ve missed is Spencer about ran into Emily turning a corner and she saved him from spilling his case files and coffee all over the floor. Now they are talking)

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“I apologize, I thought you were an intern or still in the academy.”

“It’s alright, everyone does,” Spencer says without taking offense. He wouldn’t have gotten where he was or lasted very long if he did; however, if he had a nickel for every time someone had been surprised by his age, he’d be as rich as Father Rossi. His full hands actually aids him as he mentions, “I don’t usually shake hands with people, so don’t think me rude. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He offers her a smile in exchange, and it is mirrored on her face just as her surprise kicks up another notch. 

“Doctor, my my I am in for a trip on this team, aren’t I?” she laughs, and it’s a melodic thing that stretches over an expanse of time and history. Ballrooms in Russia and palors of France, Elizabethan and the roaring 20’s and everything in between all rolled into one. He’s not sure how he sees it, an impossible thing, but he can read it like a book and that must have something to do with what she is. “Emily Prentiss, it is a remarkable pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid. Now, I have to ask--” her tone is so charming and playful and probing he barely notices the nuance, “And I’m sure it’s taboo around here, but I have to know -- your regeneration process. Tell me what it is or what you do. You look so young.”

“I am young,” he states simply, finally stunned by a question he’s not usually asked. 

“Yes, yes, we all can’t be a thousand years old like your fearless Vampire leader,” she waves off and Spencer’s eyes widen because… he hadn’t known Hotch was that old. Sure he’d said he’d been alive for the better part of a millennia, but he always said it like a hyperbole. A turn of phrase that’s off by a couple centuries. But --

 A thousand years old. 

That would put him… 

God, that would put him alive, as a human, just before the start of The Crusades. 

“Oh, did he keep that to himself? Oops, my bad. Pretend you don’t know. Anyway -- so are you a Shifter? Or use a particular spell? Oh, or is it a curse? I’m fascinated by curses, I don’t use them often myself but the rigidity of terms using a power so chaotic is just such a fun juxtaposition that I--”

“No, no, I’m… normal, human,” Spencer interrupts her, still the smallest bit shell-shocked, but now connects a few dots himself as she speaks. Realizes very suddenly that Ms. Prentiss appears ageless because she is ageless. She’s also a Witch. One of the broadest terms for subspecies categories, which really doesn’t do it justice. A Witch could be a number of things. Someone who uses magic and science and the very Earth itself paired with the spiritual planes to do impossible things. Witches are beings so powerful they should be uncategorizable. Something Spencer is fascinated by as well. He’s never met anyone like Emily. “I look young because I am young. I’m 27, I’ve only been with the BAU for the past three years. I’m a little excited to not be the newbie on the team any more,” he tries to joke, but Emily’s gaze has gone distant and sharp all at once.

“You’re only 27? And you’re a doctor?” She asks in clarification, Spencer nodding along each time. “You’ve been a doctor, since becoming an FBI agent?” 

“Um, well -- I’m not a medical doctor. I do have three doctorates, though; in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering,” he finds himself shrinking a bit under her intensely interested gaze. “What?”

“Chemistry?” she asks, vaguely more distant.

“That was my first doctorate,” he murmurs back, not sure what has her looking so contemplative. 

“You’ve achieved all of this: three doctorates, FBI agent, BAU -- in 27 years?” she questions, a grave yet wondrous sound.

“Technically I did all of that in 15 years. I graduated high school when I was 12,” he manages to do more than mumble, and Emily’s wide-eyed stare has him spewing forth information like it requires an explanation. “I have an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words a minute, and my IQ is 187 so by human standards yes -- I’m a genius, and borderline on the advanced brain developments scale. But I’m still human. Nothing paranormal or extraordinary.”

The pause that follows is palpable.

“Oh,” she says in an exhale, “Oh, you young soul. You have no idea, do you? What you are capable of...” She tilts her head as she steps closer and Spencer is very suddenly aware that he’s not sure she’s blinked since they started speaking about his qualifications. What he can do, how he got to where he is. No one usually shows this much interest, he makes them uncomfortable for reasons he doesn’t always understand. 

Emily doesn’t look uncomfortable, she looks… hungry. 

“You are so very, very extraordinary. Exceptional, really. Look at all of what you’ve accomplished with just 15 years of life.” That astonished sound again, like she can’t believe her luck--

And then she’s in his space, gaze boring into his, and Spencer can see galaxies in the depth of her eyes. His breath stolen from him and feet rooted to the floor. So he doesn’t step away as she leans just the smallest bit closer, words resonating with echoes across ages.

“Imagine what you could do with a thousand.” 

“Prentiss,” the deep voice of Hotch’s monotone (edged in something vaguely aggressive, and more than a little aggravated)  breaks through their moment. The trance fading like a fog from Spencer’s eyes. “No recruiting. It’s in your contract.”

“You have such a gift, it’s a shame to waste it,” Emily whispers in a rush as Hotch approaches them from down the hall. More earnest than intimidating, now.

“Prentiss!” 

“Think about it,” she winks, and then turns to give Hotch a smile that’s all teeth so sharp she resembles a shark. “Oh, what a sour face. What’s wrong? Were you planning on asking him first? You snooze, you lose.” 

“Conference room,” he instructs, pointing the way Spencer had just come. “Team meeting in 20 minutes. Try not to summon anything between here and there.” She sticks her tongue out at him childishly as she leaves, and sends a quirk of a smile Spencer’s direction that shifts her whole expression into something comically entertained. He’s never seen Hotch interact with someone like this, like they were… familiar, even exasperatingly so. The closest in comparison is probably Father Rossi. But this is less like old friends and more like sibling rivalry. 

The space Emily had just vacated is suddenly filled with Hotch, an overwhelmingly welcomed presence and it eases the tension out of Spencer’s spine and shoulders that he hadn’t even realized was there. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, low and quiet. They’re the only ones in the hallway, but secrecy is a hard habit to break.

Spencer nods, still gaining his bearings once more. “I think so. That didn’t feel like hypnotism. I don’t know what that was.” 

“Prentiss doesn’t manipulate minds or the wills of other people,” Hotch tells him, which is soothing if not for the foreboding question of what just occurred. “She doesn’t need to. She can do a lot of things: change her face, her voice, make illusions and talk circles around anyone -- even you.” Spencer looks up to him at that, aware that his level of intelligence is the only thing that keeps him safe from JJ or Hotch’s influence. His mind can’t be bent, or tricked.

“Then what was she doing? I felt compelled but… not against my will. What was that?” he asks, also quiet but much more high in pitch as his confusion turns his voice to a winded sound.

Hotch’s thin, stern frown does nothing to alleviate the apprehension caught up in his chest like a bad cold. 

.

“Possibility,” he states, grim and not liking that Spencer had fallen prey to such a short moment with Emily Prentiss and her promise of what her craft could do for him. Hotch is well aware that Spencer’s gift of soaking up every speck on information he’s given like a sponge isn’t something to let wither and die like so many before him. There’s so much he could do with an infinite life, such as his and Emily’s, but the curse of living forever alone is not something to be taken lightly. And not to be decided by someone who still has so much more life to live unaided by other forces.

However, Emily was right about one thing. Hotch can’t deny that he’s thought about it. More than considered it as a definite possibility. 

An offer, all his own.

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[secret-rendezvous1d]

“don’t leave me”

hello, hi!

i definitely don’t think this is a one-off thing anymore and this blog may be on the way to merging into a harry styles + matthew gray gubler blog so i’d like to think that that is a new exciting venture people will . i’m really enjoying writing about a new scene, a new character and a new life to plan out and write about. the stories don’t essentially follow each other so they can be read anyhow and in any way but i’d like to think they all follow the same storyline/timeline so they link in that way.

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“don’t leave me” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 2.1k.

* if you haven’t watched criminal minds then this does contain some spoilers to the show that you may want to dodge if you are thinking of starting the series up. *

summary; spencer struggles to come to terms with emily’s return and the betrayal of his friends.

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“Spencer, look, we’ve got to talk about this.”

YN came to a stop with what she was doing when she saw her boyfriend and JJ starting a conversation in the station’s negotiation room, setting down the files she was sifting through so she could pay a little more attention to the conversation happening just a few feet away from the desk she was seated at, eyes still focused on the page with the bold name of a potential unsub printed at the top, accompanied by a picture of what they looked like. She tried to, at least, make herself seem busy without showing herself being nosey over a conversation that didn’t necessarily include her.

“What do you mean, talk about it?” Spencer questioned, looking at her in disbelief, “talk about what?”

YN hated how passive-aggressive he’d been, over the last two days, towards the two women who used to be considered a few of the only women close to him. He was never like that and, given what had happened, she understood his pain and his upset… she just hated how he wanted to push it, and them, away so he could carry on like an unexpected change hadn’t just sprung into his life.

“I get it, okay? You’re disappointed with the way we handled Emily,” JJ stated, hands on her hips as she stood around the opposite side of the table, watching intently at Spencer as he stood looking at the paper in his hands, eyes darting from the print to his scrawny handwriting on the board beside him, “I get that.”

The tension amongst the team was unbearable, to say the least.

As soon as Emily had entered the roundtable room a week prior to their case in Oklahoma, much to the surprise of everyone occupying the room who had stood waiting for the next plan of action to take down Ian Doyle and find his son, there was a sudden wave of uncertainty that seemed swallow the team whole and didn’t have plans on spitting them back out again anytime soon. No one could pick apart the emotions on one person’s face and state clearly how they were feeling. Confusion, shock, anger, happiness, joy, surprise… there were flecks of each emotion but never one clear facial expression that gave away how someone was truly feeling.

Now they were deep in Oklahoma, on a case and trying to find an unsub who had come to light in the recent murders of two young women prior to their touchdown, with Emily back in her regular place and trying her best to get back to normal as a BAU agent for the FBI. No longer under protection of the higher authority, no longer hiding behind an alias that took her identity away and stripped her of who she once was and she was finally able to go back to the Emily Prentiss whom she had been loved by many before life did a one-eighty flip. Almost as if nothing had changed, like the seven months she spent in witness protection hadn’t ever happened, like her death and her funeral and her burial were a fever dream that seemed to never leave the rest of them alone.

For most of the unit, having her back was something so wonderful and so great, to see her jumping back into a case with a mindset ready for justice and helping out with the mind she was graced with having, to have the same pair of eyes that were used to seeing case after case of young victims and unstable unsubs be considered a fresh pair of eyes now she was back. To work a case with someone you were comfortable with, that was what the most of them loved; the witty banter shared, the anger that bounced off from each sentence, the kind and caring charisma to get the best result of a case.  

But for some, it was difficult to adjust to something they had only just overcome.The grief they felt towards the situation of losing a beloved member of the unit, someone so loving and kind, a huge part of their team, it was unbearable and tore them down soon after they presumed they laid her to rest. Going back, visiting her burial site, resting flowers and almost keeping her updated with how everyone had been. They refused to believe she was gone yet denied her when she was found out to be healthy and alive and ready to start back where she left off.

“Well, I have a lot going on, alright?”

A lie, to say the least, but she wasn’t to know that.

“You know what I think it is?”

That caught his attention. And YN’s.

The one question that many profilers, specifically Spencer, hated to be personally asked was that question. They didn’t need to know what others thought when they could have the same thought pattern as each other, they didn’t need someone else telling them what they think they should be thinking and Spencer didn’t need a pity chat from someone who wronged him to find out what he was thinking.

Deep down, YN knew what the problem was and she was handling the situation as best as she could when she was alone with him in their hotel room, but she didn’t think it was as clear cut as people assumed. So how had JJ worked it out? If she was correct in what she thought was wrong with him, that is. He was hurt and he was upset and he was confused; he showed his grief towards missing a friend and he showed how much they meant to him by showing so much emotion yet he just couldn’t come to terms with how none of that was needed anymore. How he didn’t need to build his walls any higher because there wasn’t going to be any more heartache to deal with..

“What?”

“You’re mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital and you weren’t able to detect our deception,” JJ suggested, a little more vigour in her voice as she spoke to him, frustration dripping from her words because she was desperate to get through to him. Absolutely desperate to find some way to resolve an issue that others had forgiven almost instantly, “you’re mad because you couldn’t catch us out on our lies.”

“You think this is about my profiling skills?” He scoffed and shook his head, looking back to the paper in his hands, ”Jennifer, listen, the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions was because I trusted you. I came to your house for ten weeks in a row, crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth,” he continued, disappointment laced through his words. And he so badly wanted to look up and catch the eyes of his girlfriend, the only one he felt truly supported him and his decision to act out, but he knew he needed to fight a battle of his own. Especially one that he caused but especially one that he was actively dragging out.

“I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?”

It was the first time they made eye contact through the debacle. And, in that moment, JJ could see the pain behind his eyes. The deceit he felt. The grief that was nonsense because they were grieving over no one. The time wasted crying. The time wasted over nothing but false information and lies. She could see he looked vulnerable and naive and she felt guilty for even bringing her back to help on the mission they so direly needed her help with.

“No, I couldn’t.”

“What if I started taking Dilaudid again? Would you have let me?” YN’s eyes shot up at the question he bit towards his colleague; he never considered that, she was sure of it. YN would have known if he did. That time of his life was something she wished he would let go of, something she wished he forgot about so he could carry on with his life, something she wished he never considered again, “I thought about it.”  

YN couldn’t only feel her heart ache but she could feel the eyes of Hotch and Morgan resting upon her figure as she tried to occupy herself.

“You didn’t-”

“I did,” he hissed, placing the paper down on the desk below him and striding towards the doors, passed JJ as she pressed an apology upon him, hoping to get him to stay behind so she could hash it out until he fully understood their reasoning why they chose the plan that they did, “I did.”

“Spencer, I’m sorry-”

“It’s too late, alright?” He mumbled.

His legs took him out of the room and down from the floor they were situated on, ignoring the calls from Hotch as he stood with his arms folded in the corner of the room, everyone watching him as he left to go outside so he could catch a breath of fresh air and clear his mind of all the things rattling around inside his head. An alarming look from Morgan and a squeeze to her shoulder had YN up from her seat, case files left behind as she followed her boyfriend out of the station’s vicinity, catching him on a bench just a short walk away from the entrance of the building.

“If you’re coming here to tell me I need to focus on work rather than what’s happening then don’t, Morgan. I’m not-”

“What on earth gives you the impression I’m the big dude with muscles and a charming voice?” YN teased, his upper body twisting so he could catch the sweet stature of his smiling girlfriend, the slightest hint of a smile twitching his lips before he turned back to face forward. Hands clasped together and resting on his legs, thumbs tapping and rubbing at his skin in circles, feeling the presence of his girlfriend behind him, “mind telling me what that was all about?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He slipped to the other side of the bench so there was enough room for YN to sit down beside him, her hand reaching over to lace her fingers through his, squeezing his hand tightly as their conjoined palms rested upon his thigh, “I’m hurt and I’m angry, YN. I’m so angry. You saw how much I cried, how much I struggled, how much everyone had to adjust to life without Emily when she ‘died’. Yet they knew, they knew she was alive and they knew she was healthy and okay. They didn’t tell us and that’s- it’s sick,” he grappled, his voice full of passion; there was no way he was angry with them anymore and there was no way he would continue the trait up until someone said something to bring him back down to earth. He was glad she was home - he told her so many times in the last few days about just how great it was to have her home - but he never failed to drift back to the subject of how they dealt with the situation.

“They did it for her protection, Spence. They saved her and, essentially, saved us for truly having to say goodbye to her,” YN admitted, bringing their hands to her mouth so she could press a tacky kiss to the back of his hand, leaving a pink lipstick stain behind in her wake, “she’s safe now because of what they did. Doyle, he’s dead. Anyone who was after, they’re dead. She’s safer now than she was ever.”

“But they watched us grieve at a funeral. We buried something in that ground and were made to believe it was her,” Spencer sighed shakily, “they cried for her, too. They grieved. They said nothing was the same anymore. When they knew the truth all along. I cried with JJ, she helped me when you were working, she was denying it all but, in her head, she knew everything was a lie.”

“Emily left for a reason. To save everyone. She’s back now and you’ve got to remember how everything was before she left us,” YN’s hand gave his a gentle squeeze before she let go, bringing her hands to her lap and waiting for him to look up from the ground so she could see his eyes and so she could see his bright smile, “Spence, she’s not going anywhere.”

He nodded slowly and hesitantly lifted his head, his eyes a little raw around the rims and his lip a little chewed at, but the light in his face was still there. His body scooting closer to YN, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side for a little bit of romance before they were caught and checked on by another agent.

“You won’t leave me like that, will you?” He wondered, “don’t, okay? Don’t leave me.”

“If I’m going anywhere, you’re coming with me, mister,” YN grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to his pink lips, “we do it together or we don’t do it at all.”

[sasarahsunshine]

Vampire Omega Reid gets pregnant by another Vampire {it was a drunken one night stand} and his pack are very protective of him. He has a big belly during his bat form and Hotch let's him sleep in his mug since he couldn't fit in a cup due to his big belly.

I am seeing a common theme with some of my asks recently, and that's that we all love the idea of a pregnant Spencer <3

Didn't mean for this to turn into a whole freaking blurb but here we go! Standard 18+ just in case. Hotchreid cause I can. TW: Mpreg, depression, anxiety, A/B/O adjacent Vampire stuff. Enjoy!

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Spencer Reid should know better. Spencer Reid- Doctor Spencer Reid- is smart enough (a literal genius) to know better. Condoms break. One-night stands end without numbers exchanged or real names learned. He should have known better.

He didn't mean for this. He didn't want this.

He doesn't even know who the father is. No name, no number, nothing but blurry barely-there memories of a handsome Alpha who charmed him into his bed. Fuck.

He debates on getting rid of it: the fetus, the bundle of cells that don't even have a heartbeat yet. But when he's sitting on the dingy motel room bed, the hard mattress under his crossed legs as he stares at the positive pregnancy test he's been carrying in his bag for the past week, he realizes he can't do that. Not because he's scared (he's not scared, he's a freaking FBI agent! He's not scared, no sir), but because... well maybe he's a little scared.

And these feelings of indecision, of fear, shame, embarrassment, depression- they keep cropping up as the weeks pass by. He cries himself to sleep most nights, clutching his pillow to his chest, hiding his face in the blankets, and wondering how did this happen?

It's when he's about three months along (12 weeks, his mind supplies) that someone else seems to finally notice. Not that he wasn't acting totally weird and out-of-the-ordinary for himself anyways, getting cornered by everyone at least once as they drilled him.

"What's wrong, Spence?"

"Hey, Pretty Boy, what's on your mind?"

"Reid, if there's anything going on you know you can tell me."

"Hey kiddo, we're all a little worried about you."

"My baby genius, you're not doing the talking thing. What's wrong?"

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He managed to avoid them until now, though he wasn't sure why he was avoiding them. It wasn't like he could keep his pregnancy a secret forever. Because, logically, they would have noticed the serious drop in caffeine intake, the increased hunger, nausea, and finally, the eventual weight gain. It didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together.

It was about time when the whole team (sans Garcia) managed to corner him on the jet. He had almost nodded off, his chin resting in his hand, eyes slipping closed as the rumble of the engines lulled him to sleep, when the couch dipped and shifted beside him. He peeked open his eyes to see a very concerned-looking JJ. Right behind her were Derek and Emily, the two of them standing in such a way that blocked him in. No escape.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"Spence," JJ started, her eyes filled to the brim with sympathy and concern, shimmering in the low light of the cabin. Her hand reached out and took his, squeezing it, "Please tell us what's going on."

And the damn floodgates opened.

Stupid hormones.

Spencer's shoulders trembled, his lower lip quivering as he tried to rein in his emotions to no avail. Tears slipped from his eyes as he looked between his team members. He could hear Rossi and Hotch approaching, the two older Alphas making sure to keep enough distance as to not frighten the already spooked and emotional Omega (which Spencer was grateful for, even though the sudden urge to be held by a certain Alpha was overwhelming).

JJ leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Her instincts were on high alert, fingers carding through his hair in a calming manner, a rumble escaping her chest to ease him. And he just sobbed, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Honestly, the first clue should have been how he had pulled away from everyone. Omega Vampires need to feed from Alphas to get the nutrients they need (especially when pregnant), so when Spencer stopped going to Hotch and Derek for his regular feedings, they should have known.

Maybe they did.

He just didn't want them to scent the change in his hormones. The Alphas would have known right away if they got close enough.

He could feel Hotch's eyes on him from across the aisle. And he knew that there would be a lot of explaining to do.

But telling his boss, "I slept with another Alpha that I met at the bar because he looked like you, and now I'm pregnant," wasn't exactly something he looked forward to.

~

Thankfully, Spencer never had to explain himself. Nobody pushed. Everyone gave him his space to speak as much, or as little, as he needed to on the matter. Derek did offer to find the Alpha who knocked him up ("I just want to talk to him, Pretty Boy."), but Spencer just shook his head.

And as the weeks stretched on, his pregnancy becoming more and more noticeable by the day, he was finding himself feeling... odd. Still ashamed, still upset that it happened at all. But also kind of excited.

Garcia was obsessively flittering about him every chance she got. She bought way too many baby items, not that Spencer could really complain. He had no idea what he needed, so it was kind of nice to have someone dragging him around the fancy baby boutiques and getting all the high-end items he could possibly need. "Nothing but the best for the tiny genius you have in there!" She would say as she motioned to his growing stomach.

In his eighth month, it was sometimes easier to just be a bat. Especially because nothing was comfortable. Everything ached from his feet and ankles to his back and shoulders. Clothes were ridiculous. And eating was a nightmare because only one person seemed to not make him nauseous- and that person was off-limits.

So that's how he somehow found himself in Hotch's office, curled up in a mug, a tiny blanket (courtesy of Garcia) covering him as he slept for the millionth time that day. Gosh, he was always tired.

Hotch would pause his work every few minutes to check on Reid. He had noticed how the young Omega had attached himself to him, how could he not? And the Alpha wanted nothing more than to protect him, cherish him, and take care of him. He just wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. Especially when the Omega was overly emotional with everything going on.

He tapped his pen on the paper a couple of times, watching the rise and fall of the little blanket (more like a cloth) that covered the mug. Spencer had been getting sick when trying to feed from Derek, but seemed fine with Hotch's blood, he noticed. He wondered if there was a psychological reason behind that, or if it was chemical.

When the little bat stirred, sticking his head out from under the blanket with a cute yawn, Hotch smiled. He bit into the pad of his own thumb, offering it to the tiny Spencer (who looked ridiculous being this pregnant, rounder than a beach ball Emily had said).

Spencer didn't hesitate in his sleepy state, climbing out and attaching himself to Hotch's thumb, feeding from the pin-prick bite that marred the skin. He was so cute.

Hotch smiled to himself, resting his chin on his opposite fist, watching as Spencer slowly came to himself. The next few months were going to be interesting, he realized. Once Spencer had his pup, the team would be rather overbearing (not that they weren't already). And Hotch wondered then if Spencer would ever let him get close enough to help raise the baby. Because as he watched Spencer shake out of his sleepy mind, stretching a little before moving to the edge of the desk and shifting back to his human form, he realized he wanted to be with this Omega in a way that wasn't appropriate for him as his boss.

And when Reid leaned against the desk, a soft smile on his face as he murmured, "thank you," for allowing him to nap there, Hotch felt a pull at his heart.

Now wasn't a good time to bring this up, he told himself. But soon.

"You're welcome, Spencer."

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Tagging some people who might like this! @tobias-hankel @sparklinspence @goobzoop @thaddeusly @merpancake

[chloelucia13]

Chapter 5: Downpour

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Prompt: After a year free of Spencer Reid, you had finally began to think that you had moved on. A simple (not-so-simple) knock at the door immediately changes that thought, though.

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, lead-up to smut, language, descriptions of violence and gore, mentions of death, pretty routine though

Word Count: 3006

A/N: And we’re on to chapter 5! I hope you all aren’t too upset about the big time jump. Anyways, enjoy, and as always, my tag lists and asks are open!

Tags: @tclaerh​, @jemimah-b99​, @x2moonlight2x-blog​

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You hate Valentine’s Day.

You couldn’t remember a time in your life when you had someone to spend Valentine’s Day with. Most of your life you had spent working hard to get good grades, succeed in college, and get your doctorate. 

Then Spencer came along. The two of you had been dating for only a few months when Valentine’s had come around, and for once, you understood the charm of the holiday. You both had dressed up for a nice dinner at home, sharing a bottle of wine and genuinely enjoying each other’s company. The night ended with your nice clothes on the bedroom floor and blooming hickeys glowing under the bright sunshine the next morning. 

But now you were alone, and that familiar feeling of dread lingered in the pit of your stomach throughout the whole holiday.

With your knees tucked under your chin and your hands holding a blanket against your body, you sat on your couch watching Golden Girls re-runs. You had a bowl of popcorn you made about an hour ago on the coffee table, but it was abandoned after a few bites. That pit in your stomach made you feel nauseous, too nauseous to eat.

You didn’t know what time it was exactly, but you knew it was late from the absence of light in your apartment, excluding the small glimmer of moonlight shining in through your window and the show flickering on your TV. 

You really couldn’t place why you were so devastated that day. Of course, you knew you felt alone and you were dwelling on the old memories you shared with Spencer. But you had made so much progress in moving on, on not letting him control your life despite his absent presence. You felt as if you had taken ten steps backwards, back to the first few months of coping without him. It was devastating. It was embarrassing.

Earlier in the day, you had even considered buying yourself flowers, just so you could have something else in the apartment to not make you feel so alone. Maybe you’d convince yourself into thinking that Spencer had, in fact, bought them for you, and he was just gone away on a case.

God, you were really losing it.

You were losing it so much, in fact, that you thought you heard a knock on your door.

But then you heard it again.

Your brows furrowed confusedly and you pushed the blanket off your body and turned off the TV before rising to your feet, padding softly over to the door.

You assumed it was Penelope since her frequent visits have not ceased despite the circumstances that took place between two of her best friends. She probably was coming by to comfort you, somehow being able to sense your need for a warm presence and copious amounts of alcohol.

With a huff, you pulled your door open, rubbing your tired eyes. “Penelope, I’m fine, really,” you began before the door even opened fully. 

Your words died in your mouth, however, when you fully opened the door. 

“Spence?”

A shy smile rested on his face, nervously playing with the strap of his satchel as his eyes searched yours. “Hi,” he spoke. “I was- uh, hoping we could talk, but since Penelope is coming over-”

You shook your head. “She isn’t coming over. I just thought you were her, since she’s the only person that really visits.” You cleared your throat, letting your eyes wander over his form. “You cut your hair.”

A soft blush bloomed across his cheeks, his lips curling up into that small smile that you knew so well. That you loved so much. “I-I did, yeah.”

“It looks nice.” The two of you stood there awkwardly for a beat, both of your minds clearly flooded with anxious thoughts. “You can, uh, come in.”

You stepped away from the door, wandering into the living room and flicking on the lights. You could hear the door shut but avoided looking back, that familiar feeling of dread now shifting into panic. 

“Y/N?”

You hummed in response, finally allowing yourself to turn and face him. “Yeah?”

“Can we talk?”

You pursed your lips, averting your gaze to the floor. “Right, that’s, uh, what you’re here for.” After silently gesturing to the couch, you two took a seat, a generous amount of space between you two, and he set his satchel down to seemingly create a barrier (at least, that’s what your mind told you). “What do you want to talk about?”

He shifted in his seat, his gaze set forward on the powered off TV. “These past few days, we were in Pittsburgh for a case. It was a couple, an older couple, who were using murder as a way to work through their relationship issues. To bond.”

You nodded along, a deep line in your forehead as you pondered what all of this was about.

“It just...” He let out a sigh. “It made me wonder if we could’ve been like that.”

You tilted your head slightly. “Murderers?” you hummed.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “If we could’ve grown old together. I-If we could’ve gotten married, bought a house, had kids... Had a normal life.”

You shifted awkwardly, wrapping your arms around your middle. “Spence...”

“Why did you leave?”

You looked up at him and saw that he now had his gaze settled on you. “What?”

“Why did you leave that day? When I went to help the team and you told me you’d stay?” His eyes searched yours. “I... I got home and you were gone. Your key was on the floor.” He sniffled, his lower lip trembling slightly. “It was like I lost you all over again.”

You didn’t know what to say, but you did know that you couldn’t bear seeing Spencer cry. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

“I was gonna fix everything. We were gonna be okay.” He let out a shuddering breath.

“You can’t just fix everything, Spence. That’s not how it works.” You let out a sigh, pressing your palms into your closed eyes.

He was silent for a moment. “I wanted to try.”

You couldn’t help but repeat him. “Wanted?”

He chewed on his lower lip, turning to connect his gaze to yours. “I want to try. God, I want to try again so bad.”

It took all of your willpower to refrain from pulling him into your arms, to refrain from giving in. Instead, you reached out and rested your hand atop his. “You don’t know how much I’d love that.” His face lit up, and a small pang resonated in your chest. “But I just don’t know if it’s a good idea. I don’t know if...”

His face fell. “If you can trust me.”

You shook your head vehemently, leaning closer to him. “No, it’s not that. It’s just...” You blinked away a few tears. “Whenever I let my mind wander, I can’t help but think about what could’ve happened if everything didn’t happen. If Maeve was never in the picture, if it was just us for the rest of our lives.”

“Don’t you want that?”

“I do, but when I remember that it never could’ve happened...” A small sob bubbled in your throat. “It hurts to even think of it. Of what could’ve been.” You pulled your hand away to wipe at your cheeks. “And then my mind drifts off to what could’ve happened if Maeve didn’t leave, if you and her stayed together and were a couple. And it just makes me so... angry. It makes me someone I don’t want to be. Someone so full of-of hate, and disdain, and envy.” 

“But it didn’t happen. I’m with you. I want to be with you.”

Your hands trembled as you pushed yourself to your feet, beginning to pace the floor. “You don’t understand, Spencer. Now, every time I see you, every time I think of you, it just ends with me hurting and full of so much fucking hate. I hate you, and I hate her, and-” You tried to take a breath, your last words coming out as a weak whisper, “I hate myself for somehow driving you away.” You shoved your face into your hands, shoulders shaking with sobs.

Spencer’s footsteps sounded, growing closer and closer to you until you felt his presence at your side. “A few weeks ago, JJ was kidnapped and tortured. We found her in time, but that whole time that we were looking for her, I couldn’t help but think about what happened last year. And that was the first time I really, truly let myself think about what happened.” He cleared his throat, gently taking your tear-soaked hands into his. “And I realized that you were the only one who was there for me. The girl whose life I ruined was the person who went out of their way to save me. And I’m so selfish and stupid for not realizing that at all. God, I have an IQ of 187 but I’m the dumbest fucking person I know for not realizing that the best thing I had was right in front of me.”

“Spencer-”

“And then I threw everything away, and I hope you never forgive me for that, because I will never forgive myself for it. My selfishness and idiocy have landed us in a position that I will never fix, and you’ve made it clear that it can’t be fixed. But my selfishness won’t let me accept it, and that’s why I'm here. That’s why I’m begging you to give me another chance, knowing damn well that I don't deserve it. And it’s my own selfishness for making you relive all of it just so I can ask. But I can’t just let you go, no matter how hard how I try.”

You couldn’t fathom a single word to respond to him with, so you just stepped forward, your gaze locked on his as you stood just centimeters apart, your breath mingling with his. “Do you think... Do you think that we’ll ever be okay again?”

He squeezed your hands, his eyes searching yours. “I don't know, but I hope we will be some day.”

“I want to try, Spence. I really do. I’m just scared.”

He nodded, bumping his nose with yours. “We can take it slow.”

You pursed your lips, but a small smile tugged at the corners. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, and before you could even breathe out another word, Spencer’s lips were on yours, his fingers drifting away from your hands so they could cup your cheeks.

In a moment, it felt as if nothing had changed. It felt as though it was any other night, the two of you spending a night together after a case, just enjoying the other’s company and allowing yourselves to melt into each other. Each of his touches rang so familiar, his lips gliding against yours as if they had never left.

You were finally able to move your hands after a few moments, allowing your fingers to glide through his hair and relish in the feeling that you hadn't experienced for a year. 

It ended all too quickly when Spencer pulled his lips from yours, his panting breath fanning across your face as his eyes slowly fluttered open. You let out a small hum of protest, craning forward for a moment before snapping back into the moment, reminding yourself not to push it. 

“What’s wrong?” you questioned, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“I-um,” Spencer began, letting out a small chuckle. “I just remembered I brought something for you.”

You tilted your head, reluctantly letting your touch fall away from him as he turned to rifle through his satchel. A moment later he stood up and turned to you, a crooked smile on his face and a wilting bundle of red poppies clutched in his hands. 

“I wanted to hide them so it’d be a surprise, but they didn’t really stay intact.”

Your lower lip quivered, reaching out and taking the bouquet in your hands. “You got me flowers?” you choked out, fawning over the flowers before shifting your gaze to him.

He nodded, shifting nervously from foot to foot. “I-In western cultures, red poppies usually symbolize consolation and peace. In eastern cultures, though, they symbolize love and success.” He chewed on his lower lip. “I figured both interpretations would fit well.”

“They’re beautiful.” Sniffling, you set the bundle down on the coffee table before taking his hand in yours. “I... I don’t really know what to say.”

He squeezed your hand and wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Happy Valentine’s day.” Silently, his eyes flickered from your lips before returning them to your own. “I... I lo-”

Before he could get the words out, words that you were too fearful to utter yourself, you pressed your lips to his once more. he let out a surprised hum, the hand around your waist gripping tightly onto you and searching for a silver of bare skin.

You pulled your hand from his and gripped onto his hair once more, your other hand quickly working at the buttons of his shirt. Your initiative quickly spurred Spencer forward, his hands moving under your top and gliding against your skin.

This was a bad idea. A horrible idea. But God, you’d be lying if you didn’t want it so bad. 

So much for going slow.

***

This February 15th ended up appearing the same as the last, with clothes strewn about the apartment, scattered throughout in the same messy way that hickeys tattered your skin and Spencer’s.

His hands were still on your bare skin when you woke, the sun shining through the pale curtains. 

What was new was the heavy feeling of dread, settling so deeply into the pit of your stomach you could’ve sworn that you felt your tummy distending.

It seemed that your worries were so loud that they woke Spencer up, as a small groan left his lips and he shifted against your back. Immediately you leveled out your breath, letting your eyes flutter closed so you appeared to still be sleeping.

Gently, his fingers caressed your upper arm, his lips pressing kisses against the goosebumps left in the wake of his fingers. You tried with all your might to keep your breath from hitching, but you couldn't decide if it was because you didn’t want him to stop or if you were too nervous to discuss the actions that took place the night before. Probably both. 

Spencer’s fingers had abandoned your arm, instead moving to brush your hair away from your neck and attach his lips to the junction between your neck and shoulder. At that moment your body had betrayed you as a soft moan had tumbled from your lips.

He chuckled against your skin, his hand snaking around your waist and resting against your sternum, fingers splaying out and pulling you close to him. “Good morning, love,” he hummed, his nose nudging under your chin and prompting you to turn your head to look at him.

Your eyes latched onto his gaze, and it was clear that your emotions were translating very clearly through your expressions as he slowly loosened his grip on you. “Spencer,” you sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

You worried on your lower lip, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, you pushed yourself out of his grasp and swung your legs over the side of the bed, eyes searching the wall as if it held all the answers.

Spencer scooted forward, one hand reaching out to trace along your spine while his other arm propped himself up. “Y/N?”

“I thought we were gonna go slow,” you whispered, turning your head to look over your shoulder at him.

“Did... Did you not want to have sex last night?” A look of worry began to settle on his features, and you could basically see all of the panicked thoughts whirring around in his head.

“No, no. I mean, yes, but it’s not that.” You huffed out through your nose. “I just feel like... Like my decision-making skills are impaired, especially when I’m around you. Like all sense goes out the window and I just want to be with you, but it’s not good for either of us to rush into it so quickly.”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the bedsheets. “I’m sorry.”

You reached out, hand cupping his jaw and tilting his chin up to look at you. “It’s not your fault. I just think that...”

“That we need to take things slower from now on.”

“Exactly.” You gave him a small smile, one that he returned. “Maybe we can start going on dates again, work back up to where we were bef-” You stopped yourself from finishing the word, though you could tell that Spencer knew exactly what you were going to say. 

Before Maeve.

With a final nod, you both were silent, moving out of bed to get dressed. Once you were dressed in a baggy shirt and sleep shorts and Spencer was clad in last night’s clothes, he turned to you once more. “Y/N?” he spoke, sliding his satchel over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” you hummed, letting your gaze fall onto his.

“Can I...” He stepped forward, toe to toe. “Can I kiss you?”

You let out a sigh. “Spence-”

“I just, I need to kiss you one last time. Then we can go back to the beginning.” His eyes were begging, his hands itching to touch you. “Please.”

You weighed your options. On one hand, you didn’t know the next time you’d have the chance to kiss him, and you already were craving your next fix. On the other hand, though, you were worried that it would make it exponentially more difficult to start over after being reminded of how his lips felt against yours.

Wordlessly, you stepped forward and threw caution to the wind.

[wtfevenismypage]

Pretty Face Skinny Waist

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!Reader

request: Hey if it’s not to much (and your comfortable writing it) could you do a male reader x Reid where the reader is a agent from a different agency and he has to work with the team and at first he and Spence don’t get along but they eventually are like “hey your not that bad plus your kinda cute”

Warnings: Language, very brief mentions of smut, sassy reader

You weren’t a big fan of working with other agencies, you hated it actually. But when your boss came to you with a request to work with a team of profilers (One of them being your hero David Rossi) you were ordered to accept. 

So adjusting the purple tie around your neck for the millionth time that hour, you haul your ass through the elevator and into the big bullpen of agents. Immediately eyes darted to you, which made you chuckle.

Yeah, you better look at me.

You think while walking to Agent Hotchner’s office, smiling kindly when you see him. “Good morning Agent Hotchner.”

“Please, Hotch is fine, take a seat.”

You nod, setting your bag on the floor next to the chair as you sat down, crossing one leg over the other and tucking your left hand under your thigh, the right one planting itself on your side.

“I believe that you could be essential for a case we’ll begin working soon. We profiled that the unsub may be hard to interrogate, so we’d like to have you come in to interrogate him when needed.”

You nod, ready to go along strictly to talk to Agent Rossi about his books. And show off just how good you were at your job, but hey, the latter doesn’t matter right now.

“Alright, but you need to know how I do my job. I lie and manipulate to get the information needed, but I’m not a heartless asshole and I won’t change how I work for you and your team sir.”

You kept your voice calm and unwavering, a smirk plastered on your lips, which he returns with a cautious chuckle.

“I hope you don’t change at all Agent Y/L/N.”

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Which leads to you standing a few feet away from a round table as a Miss Penelope Garcia presented the case.

“I like her! At my agency everyone is so bland and we all hate each other, You I likey.”

You said when the presentation ended, smirking charmingly at the sweet and charming woman. She smiled back.

“Thank you, who are you I don’t know you.”

She said, making you stifle a laugh as Hotch stood to introduce you.

“This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. He came from another agency in Nebraska. He’ll help with interrogations.”

You bowed dramatically, lifting your head as a squeaky voice rang out.

“Why do we need another person just to interrogate?”

you’ve heard of Dr. Spencer Reid, he fascinated you naturally, his age and brains combined shocking you initially. Plus, he’s kind of just nice to look at.

“cus’ doc, I can get any information I need. I was trained for years specifically for interrogation. I am the best of the best.”

He rolls his eyes, clearly, your sarcastic charm wasn’t rubbing off on him. 

Oh this one will be fun.

“Humble too huh? Ladies must go crazy over you.”

“Ladies and men. Don’t worry you’ll fall for it soon boy wonder.”

You caught a taller, more muscular man chuckle as you finish your sentence.

“Wheels up in thirty.”

Hotch said while you and Spencer glared at each other while the others made eye contact, silently communicating with each other.

This is going to be interesting.

On the jet was no better, you spent half of the trip talking to Rossi about his books in excitement, and the other half was spent poking and prodding at Dr. Reid’s nerves. 

You really wanted to see him explode, to see an outburst from the calm man, but eventually you took a break, passing out in the seat across from him. 

Spencer looked at you, pure annoyance seething off of him while you slept.

“You seriously couldn’t have chosen a single other person in the universe to bring along? I can understand eight languages and can speak four, yet you choose him.”

He complained, making Hotch suppress a smile as Morgan laughs out loud.

“He’s exceptional at his job. He once made an unsub admit to everything he did withing five minutes.”

“And?”

“The unsub had been in the interrogation room for three days before hand.”

Spencer went silent. Maybe you were good at your job but holy hell you were so fucking relentless. He knew you wanted a reaction, but you weren’t the only persistent one. He refused to be the first to break.

You awoke when the plane landed, stretching and picking up your bag, smirking at Dr. Reid. You didn’t say anything though, giving him a bit of mercy before ruining his day again. 

Agent Morgan wrapped an arm around your shoulders, starting a teasing conversation between the two of you.

“So you like picking fights huh?”

“Not picking fights, just poking fun.”

You responded with a teasing smirk in Reid’s direction.

“Yeah yeah whatever.”

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The first day on the case was simple, you went with Rossi and Reid to ask the Family of the victims questions, and you found this to be the best way to show off your skills.

You spoke to the family so softly it threw Spencer for a loop. Just a few moments ago you were cranking up screamo music just to annoy him, and now you spoke with such kindness. You were careful with your words and even hugged a mourning little girl who wanted to hug her father one more time.

When you walked back over, Spencer caught a look of guilty sadness in your eyes, but you quickly hid it with a lopsided smile.

“Told you. Best of the best.”

You walked away, all the information you needed stored on a little notepad with Reid and Rossi walking next to you to the cars.

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Over the course of the next week, Spencer was thoroughly peeved. You just loved pushing him to the edge, and then leaving him alone only to rile him up again. At some point he had gripped you by your tie and yanked you up real close to his face, sneering as the eye contact never broke.

“What’s up doc? Did I make you upset? Oops.”

 You whispered low enough for only his ears, he wanted nothing more than to put you in your place, than to just shut you up with his lips. but you two were in front of the rest of his team, and that would be inappropriate wouldn’t it?

 “Watch your tone Y/L/N.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you.”

That was all that was needed to shut you right up. You got flustered, cheeks going rosy pink as you stammered with your words.

For a whole day you avoided him, because every time you saw him after that your mind went blank.

But you returned to your sassy self the next morning. Teasing him, making fun, and even tugging at his tie gently.

He snapped to say the least. 

After you pulled his tie again, he quickly stood, dragging you away from his team and into a nearby bathroom. He shoved you into a stall, locking it and pushing you against a wall.

“You really wanna go there?”

“Hell yeah doc.”

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On the morning of departure, you didn’t make too many snarky comments, since you worked in Nebraska you were taking a separate jet to your agency while the others went home.

“Well, this has been an extremely enlightening and joyous experience, don’t miss me too much. ‘specially you doc.”

You said with a genuine smile directed towards all of them, but mainly Spencer. You truly were going to miss the punk.

“I’ll be sure to try.”

You chuckle, gently punching his arm before walking onto your jet, waving and taking a dramatic bow one last time before walking into the small area, watching as the door shut and the pilot introduced himself.

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Even in Nebraska you missed him. You weren’t lying when you said your team was bland and that you all hated each other, it was torturous without a certain doctor.

It had been several weeks and you cursed yourself out multiple times a day for not giving him your number. 

“How fucking stupid can you be Y/L/N? You fucked him for fucks sake and you don’t give him your number?”

You muttered to yourself while you walked up to your boss’s office, reading an article of his on your phone.

“Agent Y/L/N. How would you like to work with the BAU again?”

Your boss asked when you walked into the office, making a wide smirk spread across your lips.

“Hell yeah.”

[swiss-cheeze]

Hallelujah || Spencer Reid

I am, so terrified to post this simply because it’s ‘new’ and stuff idk.

Disclaimer: IM ONLY UP TO SEASON 2 OF CRIMINAL MINDS, I do know what happens later on revolving around Reid and IT DOES GET MENTIONED (drugs, the jail) however no detail gets put in due to me not actually knowing about it a lot.

Another disclaimer: the characters in this are Reid, you, Hotch, Gideon, Garcia, J.J., Morgan and Emily. Stuff from Reid’s ‘future’ gets told in this even tho there are different people on the team at that time but because I don’t know them I didn’t put them in there.

I hope that makes sense.

Requested: YES/NO Gender: none, they/them Warnings: talk of suicide/jumping off a building along with depression, loneliness. Description: Spencer is a little scared to show his partner of 3 and a half years to his work mates, that is, until his partner wows the team with their singing skills.

“Guys i just, i dunno…” Spencer sighed softly and stopped walking for what felt like the tenth time that night, the group sighed as they stopped with Spencer as he started pacing on the spot and ran his hands through his hair.

“Wonder Boy it's going to be okay, there's nothing to be afraid of” Garcia reassured Spencer for what would have to be the third time since they left the office.

“I-I know that but statistically speaking-” Spencer began, the team all seemed to give each other a look that told them the same thing.

“Nuh uh Pretty Boy!” Morgan interjected, the muscled man grabbed Spencer by his shoulders and started walking in the direction of the bar, “you have been on and off about this person for a month now, not telling us a single thing and then maybe a phrase or something and quite frankly i'm fed up with it” as Morgan opened the doors to the bar the group walked in with Spencer still standing out the front nervously chewing his nails and sent a frightened look to Morgan. Hotch sighed before turning to Morgan.

“I got this one, you head inside” the chief of the BAU spoke, he allowed Morgan to go inside before stepping out with Spencer, “what's gotten you so tight?” the man asked Spencer, “friend to friend, this isn't work.” the man concluded as he saw Spencer's mind racing.

“I’m scared, Hotch, and I'm not normally scared or-or fearful, yeah I've been to prison and gotten addicted to drugs and shot-shot multiple times but this…” Spencer sighed as he ran his hands through his hair again and paced back and forth, “but this is different, they really mean alot to me and have been with me through almost everything since i was in prison and they’ve been there for every and all breakdowns and moments,” Spencer took this moment to look at Hotch with reddened eyes, “i really love them you know? They,” Spencer sniffled as he smiled brightly, “they give me such a high that the drugs could never give me, they give me such a lightened feeling, such happiness that when i go home after a case i almost forget about the horrors i've witnessed that day and they remind me of the true happiness and love this world can give to certain people,” he took a breath as Hotch interjected.

“So why are you so scared?” Hotch asked as his hands rested on his hips, it was a simple question, and even with the ramble Spencer just spoke it took him a moment to come up with an answer.

“Because i just want you guys to love him as much as i do,” Spencer said with a soft smile as memories flooded his mind of the past 3 and a half years with you, “obviously not in the romantic way but-”

“Reid,” Hotch paused Spencer, the boy looked to his elder in a way a boy would look to his father after being told off, “this person, they make you happy, yes?” Hotch asked, Spencer nodded vigorously, “then you have not a thing to worry about” the man said with a faint smile, “as long as you’re happy, you aren't in prison and are off the drugs than thats all that matters to us, and the fact you have a partner just makes it better because then you can share that happiness with that person just like you said before, they make you feel something the drugs never could,” Hotch stepped forward and held Spencer on his biceps with a firm grip to keep the boy grounded, “so let's go in there and meet this person” Hotch finalised, Spencer nodded affirmatively and the pair walked into the bar one after the other.

“Finally!” Emily called as the team sat around a table with two empty seats, “so?” the girl asked as her and the rest of the team looked just as curious, “where are they?” she asked, Spencer breathed in and smiled as he checked the time.

“Two minutes more and they’ll be here,” Spencer said as he checked his watch.

“Oh so you made us get here early just so you could get pissed?” Morgan said jokingly as their drinks got to their table.

“Leave him alone Morgan it's his first time,” Gideon said with a chuckle as he took a swig of his beer.

“First time? What's that-” Spencer started to talk but got cut off when someone tapped the microphone. Everyone turned their heads to look to the stage, a man holding a folder was standing in front of the microphone.

“Hello! I would like to invite our next singer slash band up on stage; (Y/n) (L/n) and Micheal Herance!” the man smiled brightly as he clapped and you walked on stage with Micheal in tow behind you.

“You didn't tell us they were in a band!” Garcia exclaimed.

“I hope its not country,” Morgan deadpanned softly which made Garcia kick him under the table, when Morgan looked to Garcia with confusion she nudged her head over to Spencer who seemed to be glazed over, his eyes full of love and adoration as you and the other person tried to get ready quickly.

“They’re only small and do mostly covers but they’re really good” Spencer said with a smile as he grabbed his drink and took a sip. Micheal took his seat on the wooden stool with an electric guitar as you grabbed the microphone and cleared your throat.

“Hi,” you said softly, even if you’ve been doing stage shows for a little over a year, seeing all those eyes on you and your band still made you feel anxious, “we are two fourths of The Charmed Crosses,” you said with a chuckle, “this is a song i would like to dedicate to a special someone whom i hope has made i tonight,” Spencer wanted to jump up and down and scream to say he made it but he felt that would ruin the mood so he stayed put as he realised that the stage lights would be the things hindering your sight, “even if he isn't this is recorded so, Spencer Reid with three PhD’s, this one goes out to you my sweet.” The Team silently pat Spencer on the back as the boy blushed slightly with a smile.

“It's nothing, they do it all the time” Spencer said softly as he took a mouthful of his drink again and the opening notes to Hallelujah started playing from the guitar.

“Oh this is going to make me cry,” Garcia said softly as Emily and J.J. nodded in agreement, Gideon squeezed Garcia's hand, he didn't want to admit it but it was going to bring a tear to his eye too.

“Well I'd heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do you?” your voice drifted through the microphone as the Guitar chords struck itself within you and the crowd, “Well, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king! Composing Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah” your voice drifted like soft wood and carried emotions that nobody else could try and carry, “Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya” you took a breath as the guitar carried for a few notes, “She tied you to the kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair! And from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah” the emotion in your words where one that couldn't be described as the team looked between you and the lovestruck Spencer, no way had this guy picked you, of all people, though it was possible it was slim. But it happened, “But baby, I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor. You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya” these lyrics seemed to go out to Spencer in a way that wasn't one the team, your coworkers or the world would ever know, it was a thing for you two and you two only, “And I've seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march!” this almost seemed to be a direct hit to Spencer, of his past dwellings, “It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah” the song spread a shiver up Morgans spine that even he wouldn't be able to explain as he took a moment to look to Ried, his love struck baby brother had finally grown into a man, your voice was soft in the places it needed to be and became hard in others in a way one couldn't describe. Your voice drifted with the guitar and carried out the rest of the song, the emotion brought out made everyone in the room believe you wanted the whole world to hear you, but only one person could understand. See, this song was the song that had saved your life, as cliche as it was things had gotten too rough for you to handle a few years ago, the stress of a daily job and bills and rent was getting too much for you, and one night you decided to go to the roof of your apartment with the radio and you played it for a little bit, letting the songs go one by one. When you decided you had stalled enough you stood on the edge of the building and looked down before looking back up to the sky, “give me one good reason, give me a sign, give me anything” you had spoken, and that's when you really did feel something. A wind gushed around you and ruffled your clothes as it made your radio fall onto its back, you sighed softly as you went to pick it up, and as you did the song changed to Hallelujah, of course you had heard it before but this time it felt like someone was really listening. In that moment you had sat in front of the radio and listened to the whole song right through to the end, that's also how Spencer found you on that roof.

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“You don't have to know you,” Spencer's voice called out from the stairwell as he leaned against the doorframe. You gasped softly as you tried to dry your eyes before the mystery man could see you.

“Don’t have to do what?” you asked the man as the sound of his footsteps came closer to you and soon sat on the edge of the building, his hands where in his pocket as his tie blew in the wind along with his hair.

“I saw you standing on the edge, and i heard you ask for a reason, a sign,” Spencer shrugged softly, “you seemed to have gotten it though” the man said with a small smile as he looked to the radio, you smiled softly as you looked to the radio in your hands and smiled.

“Yeah i guess so,” you let the radio play the next song as you sat next to Spencer, “so what’re you doing out here then? Thought the same thing?” you asked as Spencer scoffed and shook his head No.

“No, no I'm here because I like to look at the stars when I feel alone,” Spencer said as he looked to the sky. You did too, “whenever I feel sad, alone, depressed, or even suicidal. I come up here for refuge, I look up at the stars and I think to myself, ‘if they’re up there, then they must have sacrificed a lot to be there, burning, forever'” Spencer talked with honey in his voice and admiration. You looked at the mystery man with a small smile, “but by all means if that wasn't a sign enough and neither was I then go ahead” Spencer said with a smile.

“Yeah? And why shouldn't i?” you asked as you stood up on the roof and started swinging your arms, “besides the song, and you” you stated.

“Because that is a lot of paperwork for a department to file for one person” Spencer said as he too stood up and walked towards you. You nodded.

“Well, consider my suicidal thoughts diminished,” you said with a small smile.

“Good” Spencer said as he walked to the staircase again, you turned and was disappointed to see him leaving so soon.

“What's your name? I don't believe i’ve seen you in the apartment block before,” you asked, it was a kind enough question, a name.

“I just moved in,” Spencer said as he stopped at the staircase, “my name is Spencer Ried, i have three Phd’s, if you ever need me im only ever two doors down from yours, number 15, either that or down at the BAU”

“You’re a profiler” you stated.

“Correct,” Spencer answered though he didn't move.

“So what’d you get from me?” you asked with crossed arms.

“You’re suicidal?” Spencer questioned playfully.

“You know what i mean,” you said with a sigh.

“Life is a hell of a thing to happen to someone” Spencer said with a smile, “a good friend of mine said that, he's a writer,” Spencer said with his hands still resting in his pockets.

“Brilliant” you said, it was half sarcastic and half...human.

“Goodnight…” Spencer trailed off as he didn't know your name.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)” you said with a smile.

“Goodnight (Y/n) (L/n)” Spencer said.

“Goodnight Spencer Ried with three PhDs” you said with a smile as Spencer walked down the stairs.

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After your first introduction to each other on that roof, you and Spencer started to become friends, then good friends, and then he asked you out on a date and now, 3 and a half years later. You couldn't be more happy to be alive than now. Time seemed to stand still as the last note from the guitar rang around the bar and everyone clapped, a few standing and another few wiping their tears away from the corners of their eyes. You smiled as you and Micheal bowed on the stage before walking off, Spencer nudged his team as he stood up.

“Come on, we’ll get a booth so it's easier” the profiler said as another band came onto the stage and started their song. The FBI agents all stood and followed Spencer to the bar where (Y/n) stood, looking around for their boyfriend and nervously sipping on whiskey, Spencer smirked as he turned to his friends with a look of excitement, “watch this” the Doctor said with a wiggle of his brows before walking over towards you. You bit your lip as you looked around nervously hoping Spencer had made it tonight, “a good looking person like you should bite their lip so much” a voice said behind you, you jumped from the suddenness of it before turning around and allowing a large smile to form over your lips before placing your drink on the bar and wrapping your arms around your tall boyfriends neck.

“Spence! You made it!” you said happily, though you had been together for over 3 years, Spencer Reid still seemed to give you the same butterflies like the first date you two ever had.

“Of course i made it Bug,” Spencer said, using his nickname for you, “wouldn't miss it even if i was dying” the agent said with a knowing smile as a scoff could be heard behind him causing Spencer and you to look at the intruder.

“He was almost dying when he was coming down the street,” a man said, he was black and tall and rather handsome, Spencer gave a shy smile as he walked over next to the man.

“These are my coworkers!” Spencer said a little nervously, you had a confused look on your face previously but now it was filled with excitement and elated happiness as you walked forward towards the group.

“So you guys are the people he keeps boasting on about!” you said happily as you stuck out your hand to the first man.

“Derek Morgan” the man said, you nodded as you shook his hand and a soft smile came over the man's face, this was Spencer's ‘big brother’ at the office. You moved to the next person.

“Emily Prentiss,” the girl said, she was sleek and had nice hair, you made a mental note to ask her about it later as you moved to the next person.

“Jason Gideon”, ah, so this was Spencer's mentor, you gave a knowing look at Gideons hands encapsulating yours in a warm and inviting way. Spencer looked at you greeting everyone with a profound happiness.

“Aaron Hotchner, but please just Hotch” the man said, you smiled.

“So youre the narcissist” you said with a wink as Hotch gave a small laugh as Spencer closed his eyes with a smile. You moved to the next person. She was rather round and had blonde hair and a brilliant red dress and blue cardigan on.

“Penelopie Garcia, i make sure your wonder boy over there makes it back alive to you” the girl said, you gave a laugh as did everyone else knowing it was a team effort but it was also a joke.

“Than i shall give all my thanks to you and bid everyone else, adew” you said with a tone of laughter, Garcia laughed with you as you moved to the final person, “you must be-”

“J.J., please” the girl said as she shook your hand for the final time, you nodded in respect, so this was the girl Reid fancied for like, an hour or something whenever it was he told you that point.

“Well, please let's get a booth and get to know each other!” you said with a smile as you grabbed your glass of liquor from the bar and walked to a previously reserved booth in the far corner of the bar.

“You shouldn't drink that drink you know,” Derek said from behind you, “you left it alone for two minutes, could be drugged” you smiled as yourself and the group piled into the booth.

“Then I am one hundred percent sure one of you would have told me” you said as you took a sip of your drink, Derek laughed as Garcia sat next to him and he wrapped an arm around her, you eyed them for a moment before letting it go. Spencer sat next to you as J.J. sat next to him, then the rest piled in.

“So (Y/n), tell us a little bit about yourself,” Hotch started as he took a sip of his beer, you cleared your throat as you looked to Spencer who nodded for confirmation.

“Well, um, I'm in a band,” you chuckled softly, “as you could see earlier I sing, we’ve made songs and practised them but we haven't been able to perfect them the way we want to start recording.” you took a moment, “um, i met Spencer a few years ago on our apartment roof-”

“EXCUSE ME,” Derek exclaimed with wide eyes, “you’re telling me pretty boy over here has had you as his little secret for a few YEARS?!”, Spencer chuckled.

“Three and almost a half to be exact Morgan” Spencer said with a shit-eating grin as he took a swig of your drink, you slapped him on the chest causing him to laugh.

“That’s my drink you prick!” you exclaimed with a smile, “anyway, um,” you shrugged with a laugh, “you guys are the ones who have profiling as a career you should be doing this to me not the other way around” you laughed as you looked to Gideon, the man smiled.

“You closed your eyes when you where up on stage,” Gideon started, “whatever you were singing meant alot for you to get so into it, you were looking around a lot when you where at the bar, you’re anxious”

“Of course i am, im meeting you guys for the first time,” you said with an awkward smile, okay, this was a little different than you expected.

“You also have been fiddling with a ring, signifying anxiety,” Hotch chimed in, “and biting your lip,” you pulled your lip from in between your teeth and looked at the table.

“Alright enough,” Spencer said a little harsher than he intended, “can we just, drop the profiler job for tonight and just be like normal friends?” he asked agitated, this sparked your eye and you gave Spencer a glance, he glanced back as reassurance.

“(Y/n), where do you work?” Garcia asked as a waitress brought her another drink with a little pink umbrella, you smiled as she broke the ice.

“Other than in a band I work in a vintage antique store, one of those really old ones?” you smiled, “i got Spencers first gift from that shop actually,” you smiled at the memory.

“Oh here we go,” Spencer said from beside you as he clasped his eyes shut and smiled.

“Please can i tell them!?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah go on,” Spencer said as he looked back to you and gave you a kiss on the lips.

“Woah I didn't know pretty boy ever kissed anyone, besides that one girl?” Derek said, he trailed off at the end forgetting the girl's name.

“Lila” J.J. said softly.

“Yeah Lila, the actress” Derek said.

“ANYWAY,” you exclaimed trying to get back onto the story, Derek smiled as an apology as you continued the story, “obviously Spencer here loves books,” you started, “but since he can read 20,000 words a minute there was no way i was going to get his first date present a goddam book he’d read in like an hour, so,” you smiled towards Spencer who was trying to suppress his laughing, “i got him an antique music box, i just happen across it one day when i was leaving the shop. It was sitting right on the bench, waiting for me, i opened it and started winding the handle,” you smiled as Spencer looked down at you with love and adoration, “i didn't recognise the song at first but,” you looked around the table, “you know when you get that sudden feeling, when you hear something and you just suddenly understand what it was and what it was saying?” you asked, Emily, Garcia, Hotch; all the team nodded with a knowing look, “well, it was like that. The music box was the song I played on the stage tonight, Hallelujah, and instantly I knew I had to get it for him” you heard a sniffle on the table as Garcia was wiping at her eyes.

“I’m fine! Stop looking at me like that” the girl said with a smile, “it's just really sweet”

“And this was a first date present?” Emily asked from the side, this time Spencer nodded and answered.

“I had asked (Y/n) out a week prior and we decided we just wanted it to be a nice coffee date and walk in the park, when the time finally came i bought their favourite flowers from the shop, gave them to her and then she pulled out a lovely little bag with a package in it and said ‘this is for you’.” Spencer smiled, “when i went home that night and finally looked at the present, i had the same feeling as (Y/n) did, i didn't recognise the song at first but when it got to that one single word i knew, i knew (Y/n) was the one i wanted to marry one day,” the team around you guys smiled as their favourite profiler finally got the break he deserved in life. “I called (Y/n) right after i finished listening to the music box in a mess of tears and instantly asked for a second date, luckily i was charming enough to get another one” Spencer said in a joking manner as he rubbed his finger nails on his button up shirt as yourself and Emily pushed Spencer jokingly causing everyone to laugh.

“You seem to have it all setup then Ried” Hotch said from the side, Spencer smiled and nodded as he looked at you.

“I and my Annabelle Lee,” Spencer said softly, causing you to blush, a reference to one of his favorite poems by Edgar Allen Poe.

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HI IF YOU MADE IT I HOPED YOU LIKED IT.

And I hope you saw my nod to MGG at that last sentence 👀.

This was unedited. Apologies.

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Lights on||Spencer Reid Imagine

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Word Count: 2292

Summary: You and Spencer Reid have had this flirtation, and are kinda together Reid doesn’t really know how to handle it.  

Warnings: alludes to sex, closest you can get to smut without it being smut, major sweet fluff

Note: I really like to base my imagines on songs lol this one is based on “Lights on” by Shawn Mendes. But also basically just Illuminate lol. 

I wanted to make this point before you read the imagine. In this, Spencer was not a virgin when he met the reader. It doesn’t really say one way or another in the show, but Reid is smart and cute. He’s 37 now, so I doubt in all  his years that no girl at all would have come on to him and he wouldn’t do nothing about it. We aren’t told all that much about character’s personal lives until it pertains to case like Rossi’s first child with his first wife. 

The reader is a member of the BAU

Masterlist

You had been a member of the team for a little over a year. You were in a much different place today compared to when you had joined. Everyone was so kind to you. You seemed to just fit with the small family. You had grown a lot because of them.

When you joined the team, you were engaged to someone who was very emotionally abusive. You were fairly new to town and didn’t really know anyone. You felt so alone.

Little by little, you opened to everyone. Emily had encouraged you leave your fiancée, and JJ gave you a place to stay. Garcia ate tubs of ice cream with you while watching cheesy chick flicks. Rossi had cooked for you to cheer you up. Morgan was just his charming flirtatious self that gave you a major confident boost. You even agreed to join Hotch jogging twice a week which got you out and motivated. As for Reid. Well Reid was there for you in a way you couldn’t really put into words. You were so grateful for all of them.

This morning you woke up in Spencer’s apartment to an empty bed. It wasn’t unusual for Spencer to get up earlier than you to get dressed before you saw him. At first, you didn’t understand why he did it, but you understood now that he was insecure about his body. He didn’t want you to see him, even though you had always insisted he was perfect to you.

The first time you had slept together, you were both on such a high from finding kidnapped children alive. It was all in the moment. Afterwards, Spencer told you that it was a mistake. You felt awful thinking that you hadn’t been good enough for him. You learned later, that all though it wasn’t his first time, he was concerned about not being good enough for you because he was inexperenced. He had left while you slept before the two of you could really talk about what had happened

You weren’t sure where you stood with him for another two weeks when you found yourself stumbling into a bed with him while on a case. You were glad that it was more than a one time thing. You had really grown to like Spencer over your time knowing him. Personally, you thought there was potential for something between you two. He, on the other hand, seemed to think that what you to were doing was no strings attached. Neither of you ever brought it up in fear of discovering that you wanted different things from on another.

Most of time you actually spent “home” instead of away on cases, you spent sleeping in each other’s bed. More often than not, the two of you spent your nights together. You had a drawer and a toothbrush at his place and he had one at yours. Of course, the rest of the team didn’t know any of this. It just wasn’t something that you and Spencer really talked about sharing with everyone else because you really weren’t together, but you were and that was just the way you left it. You were okay with what he was able to give you.

You sat up in the bed holding the blanket over. It was an October morning, and there was chill in the room. You looked around trying to find something to put on. By the door, you spotted Spencer’s t-shirt from yesterday. He didn’t wear t-shirts on any other day than the weekends, but he had changed when you guys got home from your case stating he was tired of the button up.

It surprised you that he hadn’t picked it off the floor already. He was always so neat. Sometimes, you thought that in order to feel comfortable he needed to pick things up. Often you would try to keep that in mind and picked up after yourself, but you were occupied last night and didn’t get the chance.

Carefully, you went to the shirt and pulled it over your bare skin. The fine material felt amazing on your skin. Wearing just his shirt, you walked out of Spencer’s room to his kitchen where you saw him leaning over the counter reading a newspaper and sipping his coffee. This really wasn’t a rare sight, but the glasses that he had perched on the bridge of his nose were. You knew he wore contacts, but you had never seen him in glasses before. It was definitely a sight that you were enjoying. You wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day you thought to yourself.

You walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist. Your front was pressed to his back securely. For a brief moment, you felt his muscles tense before he eased back into his relaxed stance. As you held him, you looked at the newspaper over his shoulder.

“Are you really reading the sports section?” you were startled to see a picture of last night’s game in his hands. He laughed as he set the paper down on the counter and turned around. His arms wrapped around your waist automatically.

“I was actually,” Spencer said ducking down to press a small kiss to your nose. The gesture caused the small grin painted across your face to grow.  “Last night, I told Morgan I was going to the game to get out of going out for drinks with him. It shocked him, but he told me to tell him how it went.”

You let out a hearty chuckle at the man standing before you. Of course, there was more than meets the eye to his reading. You didn’t expect him to actually read the sports section for the enjoyment of it. As much as he loved reading and learning new things, he didn’t really have any desire to follow sports.

“Why did you need an excuse?” you said. You were looking into his eyes that were searching yours.  You had a feeling you knew the answer. He didn’t want to tell Morgan the truth. He didn’t want anyone to know about the two of you. His forehead creased as he seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

“I couldn’t let him know that I had other plans with someone else,” Spencer said. “He would have told me to cancel because he and I haven’t gone out in a while. I couldn’t break his heart by telling him he wasn’t the most important person in my life anymore.”

“Oh, he’s not?” you said with a joking tone. There is a part of you that was surprised by his answer, but you were happy about his reasoning. This chest shock with a chuckle that you could feel because of the way you were standing.

“Nope, I have someone else that is far more important,” He said. A large grin stretched across his face. “Don’t tell her I said this, but I really like her. She’s got the most gorgeous smile, and I can’t keep a smile off my face when I think about being able to come home after work to her. All day, I can’t wait to be with her.”

A smile grew on your face. It was timid, but he noticed it. He licked his lips. He was watching you as you looked down at the ground between you two. He took one of his hand off of your waist and brought it to your cheek. His touch was gentle, but you did look up at him.

“I have to get dressed for work,” you whispered. You pulled away from him and he dropped his grip on you. You were brought to the reality of your situation. You weren’t with him. He wasn’t yours and you weren’t his. You turned and walked back to his room to grab clothes so that you could shower.

“I’ll see you at work,” Spencer said as you were about to walk into the room.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” you said.

When you got to work, Spencer was already at his desk doing paper work. JJ was with him sitting on the side of his desk. She was talking to him about something, but you were too far away to hear what they were saying. He didn’t notice you walking in, but JJ did.

“Hey, Y/N,” She said waving to you. She stood up and made her way towards you. You wrapped your arms around her. From over her shoulder you saw Spencer watching you two. Morgan walked up behind him and said something causing him to jump. You didn’t see what happened next because you pulled away to address the question JJ had asked you.

“I don’t think I have any plans for tonight,” you said trying to catch a glance of the two men over her shoulder. “I was kinda planning on going home and making pasta and watching tv all night.”

“Well, Garcia, Emily and I were planning on going out for drinks,” JJ said smiling at you.

You just nodded with an uh huh. Truth be told, you were really paying attention, and JJ totally knew that. She had seen the way you looked at Reid, but she wanted you to bring it up. She continued to talk to with the knowledge that you had zoned out.

“So, you’re willing to go out with us tonight,” she said. A smile overtook her face.

“What?” you said snapping out of your Reid induced daze. “I’m busy tonight. I have to go visit my mother.”

She starred at you knowing you had just lied to you. Not only did you mother live far away from here, but your story had changed in the past five minutes. At that moment, Morgan parted ways from Reid, and Reid got up from his desk. He headed toward you two.

“Y/N, can we talk?” he spoke calmly. JJ smirked as she gestured from him to you. She walked away without a word, her heels clicked away.

“What is it?” you said. Never before had Spencer asked to talk with you like this. It was out of character and really concerned you. You didn’t want to even think of all the reasons this could be happening, but your mind wandered over the whole scene that placed out between him and Morgan earlier. You wondered if he was going to break off what you two had.

“Can we talk in the kitchen?” He said with an even voice. You nodded, and made your way to the kitchen together.

He went to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. You brought the sugar packets to him. He nodded a thank you, silently he dumped packet after packet into his mug. You sat down at one of the tables in the room and watched him dreamily. Two heartbeats later, you cleared your throat drawing his attention to you. He kept rubbing his hands on his pants switching his coffee from hand to hand.

“I think we need to talk about what we are,” He said clearly. Your heart stopped. Was he breaking up with you? Was this the end of your relationship?

“Okay, let’s talk,” you said quietly. He licked his lips looking down at his coffee.

“I want us to be together,” he said. “I want to be with you at work. I want to be with you on cases and when our friends ask us to go out after a case. I want to take you on dates and go to 6 hour long Russian films with you. I want to spend holidays together. I want to love you in front of all of our friends. I want to be with you at night in the dark, and I want to be with you during the day with the lights on. I just want to be with you all the time, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m not this person. The person that goes crazy about a girl, but here I am practically begging you to be with me. Y/N, please, be with me.”

His eyes held both anxiety and hope. He was practically begging you to say something. You were in shock. You had wanted him to say something like this for a while, but you had never expected him to actually say it. You stood up and took the few strides to get to the other side of the room.

You set your hands on his sides gently and pressed a kiss to his lips. You kissed him gently and carefully. He kissed you back in the same manner. When you pulled away, you looked at his face. He looked stunned which caused you to smile. Snapping out of it, he brought his lips to yours and returned the favor. His kiss was needy, but sweet. It was him in every way.

“I take that as a yes,” he said. A grin overtook your face. As you pressed another kiss to his lips.

Someone cleared their throat behind you two. You turned to see a smiling half of the team. Penelope, Emily and JJ stood in the door way waiting for one of you to speak up.

“Hey guys,” you said awkwardly releasing your hold of spencer. “Spencer and I are together.”

You felt Spencer slide his hand into yours. The girls looked like they were about to laugh. Garcia had a wide grin while. Emily and JJ looked at each other.

“We know,” Emily spoke up. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to see that Spencer’s forehead had creased.

“You guys leave together all the time,” Garcia added.

“We were just wondering what was taking you guys so long,” JJ added. “We have a case.”

You looked to Spencer before he quickly pulled you along to the briefing room. No one said anything about your hand holding because everyone already knew.

[stunudo]

Gifts: Epiphany (A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction)

Featuring: JJ x Spencer             Setting: Season 7 Episodes 1-2

Inspired by: Don’t Speak by No Doubt

A/N: This is my third part of Gifts (Honesty & Shelter) from @penelope-garxia‘s Music Fest Challenge. *Again this song wasn’t on the list, but the first one was* Guys, I think we all saw this coming! Sorry guys, it starts all fluffy but... angst. Also I didn’t want to rewrite entire episodes, so there is some paraphrasing. I am sorry this is so late in the day guys. I am sick and really weepy so it changed like three times. xoxo Stu

JJ was in the shower when Spencer woke up. He wasn’t used to someone being there, using his soap and generally making his home a happier place. He decided that a trip to his favorite cafe was the best solution to waiting for a shower of his own. He grabbed some pastries, having already placed his and JJ’s coffee orders. As he walked back up the block, his cell buzzed.

“Hey, Boy Wonder, we have a case.” Garcia’s perky voice softly answered, just a little off.

“Thanks Garcia, we’ll see you in a bit,” Spencer hung up without realizing what he had said.

JJ appreciatively took the coffee while Spencer rushed through his morning routine. “Hey, Spence,” JJ called to him through the bathroom door. “Am I driving us or should we show up separately?”

Spencer hadn’t thought about it, which was unusual, as he did tend to over think things. He scowled while he brushed his teeth, wow those lines in his forehead were more noticeable with his shorter haircut. He spat, “That is up to you, hon. I don’t see it threatening to expose us, really. But I wouldn’t be offended if you, wanted to be cautious, and show up at different times” His voice was cracking as he tried to project through the wall. He returned to gurgling.

JJ paced in front of his bookshelves, reasoning and reassuring herself into distraction. When Spencer was ready, JJ eyed him appreciatively. His brows rose in surprise, “What? Never seen me freshly shaven with clean teeth before?”

JJ smirked and shook her head at his tease, following him out the door. “I’ll drive, it’s a shame we could have had the whole day.” She leaned in for a quick smooch while they were still in the safety of his hallway.

“Next time, next time.” Spencer held her hand as they headed out of his aging apartment building.

Derek was stretching himself too thin. Spencer could feel the exhaustion rolling off of the strong man’s body. But what was happening wasn’t a normal case.

“Hey guys, I thought we were getting Monday off?” JJ entered, looking more annoyed than she had seemed on the drive over.

“This isn’t a regular case. It’s Doyle.” Derek explained. The room froze, Garcia and Derek filled in the other agents. “Hotch is en route, but it is going to take him awhile to get State-side.”

JJ and Spencer shared a look, this was worth missing a day off. This was for Emily, Spencer thought. He immediately took the intelligence Morgan and Garcia had gathered and began reading. JJ approached Derek in a slightly annoyed stance.

“This is that ‘old case’?” JJ huffed.

“JJ, listen, I didn’t want to involve everyone until it was a sure thing. And it is, we have Declan and Garcia has video that puts Doyle out side the kid’s safe house.”

“I would have helped, you know that right?” JJ explained her frustrations.

“I know, and now you can.” Derek explained.

“Can what?” Rossi interjected, strolling in with his driving sun glasses still on.

JJ wasn’t sure how much Derek knew. She did know that once Hotch was back, the situation would be more manageable. The conflict between protecting Emily and her team was at a tipping point. Then Spence called from the safe house and she realized she had so much more to lose.

“What- bab- no, Reid?!” She urged as he quickly hung up. Waiting was the worst, but once Doyle moved she and Derek had other problems.

“But we buried her?” Spencer couldn’t quite grasp the depth of the revelation. Hotch was back and suddenly he was admitting that Prentiss was alive. Spencer could see everyone was different kinds of upset, but when she walked into the round table room it was like a spring breeze. Comforting and familiar.

Getting back into the search for Declan was an urgent distraction. Spencer just couldn’t shake one thing, JJ wasn’t surprised. She had stood beside Hotch during the announcement. He emphasized his guilt, because he wanted to protect Emily, but also JJ. The gnawing feeling began to clutch his stomach, he pushed it away. It was time to work the case.

Admittedly there were no good options left. When the team came up empty on finding Declan at the warehouse, Spencer broadened the possibilities. If Emily could come back from the dead, surely they could use Doyle to ensure the safety of his son. It wasn’t a safe decision, but Dr. Spencer Reid was done playing it safe.

Our memories They can be inviting But some are altogether mighty Frightening

He had put his career on the line. After killing a female suspect, endangering his team with the exchange of Declan for Doyle, Spencer did not seek reinstatement. However he would not let his team falter, he defended them calmly and with facts. The relief that they had been cleared and the surreal bliss of Penelope removing Emily’s portrait from the wall of the fallen had kick-started his heart.

His joy had been a glimmer, Emily had to think about her return. Chief Strauss knew that she needed talent like Prentiss back in the BAU. The group exhaled when Emily gave in, she was coming home. That type of joy is so treasured because it is only known for a moment. It is fleeting and allusive. ‘Nothing gold can stay.’

JJ was relieved to have Emily back. The team was back, plus she still held on to the profiler title. Now she could be completely honest with Spencer, no more late night hidden Scramble sessions. The trauma that had drawn them together was slowly being mended, they could be happy, together. She didn’t mind when he didn’t answer her phone call on Friday.

It was odd when she didn’t hear back from him by Saturday night. She tried again, texting and leaving messages. She hoped he was alright. Spencer would have called if he had to fly to Vegas, wouldn’t he? They were always in contact with each other before, wouldn’t it be more so now? Now that they had slept together? Now that they were a couple? They were together, weren’t they?

It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real well I don't want to know

JJ knew this panic was ridiculous, right? This was Spence. He wasn’t a ‘hit it and quit it’ guy. No, he was a bleeding heart. And someone who had gone through a helluva week. And who was she? She was his girlfriend that had been lying to him for the past seven months. The guilty tears’ source was revealed. She lay awake that night, thinking of ways to talk to him.

Don't speak I know what you're thinkin' I don't need your reasons

“Charm’s quite the killer.” JJ said at the bus stop, her hair floating on the breeze.

“So are tears.” Spencer retorted. His anger was pushing him in ways he hadn’t expected. The victims were so similar to her description and still Spencer couldn’t bring it in himself to cool his tongue. He kept the case as his focus, allowing the tension to boil within him.

“And instead of dealing with it, he’s acting out.” JJ looked at Spencer. Calling him on his immature handling of his anger over her role in the secret. She knew Spencer was passionate, that was one of the reasons she fell in love with him. Being at the receiving end of his anger was jarring. She had accepted her piece of the Emily scenario, but she was not backing down. He just needed to get it out of his system, then they could work past it. Together.

Don't speak I know just what you're sayin' So please stop explainin' Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak

Spencer was disgusted with himself when he played the addict card. Though it was true, there were nights early on that he wanted any escape from the darkening sadness. Dilaudid would have made it easy to dampened that grief. JJ thought he was disappointed? No, this was beyond that.

She apologized once she realized how serious he was. She was honestly confused when he had even mentioned it. This was a mantle he bore in silence for so long. Why was it so difficult for the people closest to him to remember his daily battle? He couldn’t look into those eyes anymore, not with the team watching their exchange. She was tearing up and he was burning rage.

Spencer left to continue the case, not because he was afraid to finish it. He was afraid how far he would take it. Then Hotch came to her defense? Not even the impartial chief would have forgiven JJ if he knew that she had stolen Spencer’s heart in the interim. After everything they had been through together, Jennifer and Spence, was this it? Could he trust her again? How had he let himself become so vulnerable? Why did he have to love her?

Had he meant what he said? Was it too late for apologies?

I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believe, this could be The end?

JJ kept her distance after the blow up at the precinct in Oklahoma. She watched as Emily pleaded her case on the jet. Spence was quiet with the brunette, but he wasn’t hostile. JJ remembered buying him the navy plaid shirt he was wearing. She was right, the smaller size made him look amazing. It hurt to think that there may not be any more gifts exchanged between them. No more quiet mornings or inside jokes.

She tricked herself into thinking she could still smell his place on her coat, the dusty books and spices from dinner. Would that be the only night they spent together? How long would it be before she couldn’t remember his lips on her? Oh god, what about Henry? No, she pushed the defeatist attitude away. This was not over, how could it be? When she still needed him every second?

Garcia had to say something. She just had to. Her romantic radar had sensed something had been different the past few months. As soon as the drama from Emily’s return had calmed down, it had dawned on her. That one phone call ringing in her mind with the word “we’ll”. Knowing that the team was back together wasn’t enough. She needed all her beautiful babies to be happy. If her fellow genius was in pain, she would be damned if she would let him sabotage the best thing he had.

She was waiting for Spencer at his apartment when he got back from the late flight. Her bright ensemble a spotlight in the drab hallway.

“Garcia?” Spencer asked concerned.

“Listen, Einstein,” Garcia began. “You need to get over your shit. JJ did her job. You would have done the same thing if it meant saving Emily or Derek, or even me.”

Spencer’s dark eyes stared at the blonde’s brutal assault. “Garcia, its not just the job. I don’t know if I can trust her right now.”

“What has changed, Reid?” Garcia huffed, hands on her hips. “Don’t be all evasive like I don’t know you’ve seen each other’s under armor!” Spencer blushed, his eyes bulging. “Yes, I know, okay, I am the all knowing Penelope after all.”

“But if she can hide this, what else is she capable of, Garcia?” Spencer’s voice cracked, the fear behind the pain surfacing now. She shuffled across to him, hugging her lanky friend.

“Reid, there is only one way of knowing if this is worth it. Do you still love her?” Garcia asked in a hushed voice. Spencer didn’t answer, but he nodded into her embrace. “Even if she hurts you in the end?” Spencer nodded. “So you’re not scared of loving her, you’re scared of being hurt. You’re a goddamn FBI agent, you’re hurt ALL the time. It’s what makes the good things worth it. And this is a good thing, Doc. A very good thing.”

Spencer pulled away, sniffling slightly. “Uh, thanks, Garcia. I’m not sure what I am going to do now, but thank you for being here. Are you,” he cleared his throat. “Are you going to Rossi’s? That was your cooking class thing right?”

When JJ arrived at Dave’s estate she was nervous. She had stopped herself from calling Spence six times in varying degrees of anger and remorse. She knew it was up to him to make the attempt at reconciliation, he was the one that had labeled it ‘too late’. She tried not to think about Henry and how it would be for their dynamic going forward. JJ wore her hair back and put on some confidence inducing big earrings. She was going to have fun and wine. If Spence decided to show up, fine. It was fine.

Then he did show up. In an awful striped shirt and blazer. But there he was, smiling at her as she melted. The toast was shared and she could feel his tender expression on her profile. Once they had finally sat down to eat their various pasta concoctions, she could truly see him. His brown eyes were relaxed and the rage had dissipated.

“So? What’s the diagnosis?” JJ whispered. “Are we going to pull through?”

Spencer tilted his head, looking away while calculating his response. But his long fingers had found her hand under the table. “I would like to discuss this later. But know that prognosis is favorable.” He smirked at her. His rosy lips in an underutilized position. She grinned back.

She held his hand, despite the need to spool her noddles on to her fork. She held on because this is what mattered. Jennifer and Spence, holding hands in secret while eating with the team. Hold on to your dear ones, before it is too late.

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  Lucifer Eve and Adam by Peter Wilkes & Catherine Dickey Wilson: When the actual existence of the human race is threatened by Eve and Adam’s refusal to mate, The Creator orders her #1 angel-in-training, Lucifer, to earth to solve the problem. But with the clock running out on Eve’s fertility, it’s going to take more than a miracle for the inept, bumbling angel to bring the apparently incompatible and far-too-human Eve and Adam together. Lucifer Eve and Adam is a funny, fast-paced romp through the Garden of Eden, inspired by Eve’s Diary from the incredible Mark Twain.

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  The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 93 by Rebecca Milton et. al.: This is the ultimate package deal consisting of 11 tremendously popular erotic short stories for women, by 10 different authors.

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    True Crime Box Set by V N Sharma: Private Investigator Sean Hayes and his partner, Ashley Reid, are hired to find the fate of a girl who went missing 15 years ago. But before they can make their first move, the NYPD reaches out to Sean to investigate a murder case.

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  Scotland Yard’s First Cases by Joan Lock: When Scotland Yard’s first detective branch was set up in 1842, crime was very different from today. Charles Dickens said that Scotland Yard detectives gave the impression of leading lives of strong mental excitement. Readers of this book will understand why …

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  A Crushing Blow by Penny Kline: Psychologist and occasional police consultant Anna McColl needs a holiday…but murder never takes a vacation. A middle-aged man is found bludgeoned to death in nearby Leigh Woods and Anna is shocked at the violence of the crime. Little does she realize that she’s about to get involved in the case herself.

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  The Last Casualty by Andrew Leatham: Belgium, 1917. Wilf joined up at seventeen, wanting to do his bit. But now he is broken by the death and human agony surrounding him. Rich with detail of the life of a soldier during the Great War, the Last Casualty is an ode to a time that forever changed the world.

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  Sixgun Showdown by A A Glynn: A showdown for the south…Dan Herrick hasn’t ridden through Arizona in nearly six years. A Texan man himself, he’s been wayfaring north. But then a letter came from ‘Major’ Cal McDade, the owner of the Walking C Ranch and Herrick’s father-in-law. Or he was to be his father-in-law, if Elizabeth, the love of his life hadn’t died from Typhoid those six years previous. ‘A classic story of adventure and courage in the Old West.’ – Tom Kasey, best-selling author of Trade Off.

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  Hill Country Greed: A Joe Robbins Financial Thriller (Book 1) by Patrick Kelly: A tale of greed, lust, and murder unfolds amidst the high-tech boom of 1999. Joe Robbins, freelance CFO, moves to Austin in hopes of earning millions in an IPO, but the market crashes, a director on the board is murdered, and Joe becomes a suspect. To survive Joe must use analysis to solve the mystery, and his fighting skills to clean up the mess.

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    The 9th Hour by Claire Stibbe: Everyone has secrets. Some more deadly than others. Set in New Mexico, The 9th Hour combines an intense investigation to find a serial killer before he strikes again with the inner workings of the killer’s mind. Into this mix comes a British-born detective of African descent and a killer obsessed with Nordic mythology.

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