#specner reid

[writing-mlm]

Teasing

tags: use of good boy and cumslut, mean!dom, universal prompt, porn what plot mlm or mlnb only

You knew exactly how you ended up there, writhing in pleasure as his hips snapped against yours. The brutal pace is torturous on its own, your back arched and your voice lost in your throat. But you think— no, you know he likes the fact that you’re breathless beneath him. Unable to make a noise aside from a strangled string of moans.

You’d been taunting him for days, maybe weeks if he had an opinion on this. You’d been away, visiting friends, and god, he thinks back to the messages and the calls he’d gotten since you left your apartment, and his pace quickens. The pictures, the videos, the voice messages— all of it. And yet, when you returned home you pretended to be innocent, not knowing what he was talking about and why he’d been so hard the second you stepped into the door. 

Now look at you, crumbling under his touch and so blissed out you can’t say a single word. 

“Hey, hey—“ He snaps his fingers as he continues his thrusts, forcing your bleary eyes on him. “You said you could take it, baby.” Aimlessly, you nod, trying to find a reprise on the bed frame as he chuckles above you. He slows a bit, rolling his hips into you in a way that makes you strangle out a louder moan. He huffs out a pant, closing his eyes for a second before grabbing your face with a tight grip. He forces your eyes on him, his dick twitching inside of you at the sight in front of him. 

“Can’t you take it?” He taunts, listening to your broken mess of a yes before he clicks his tongue. In one motion, he flips you over and presses a hand to the middle of your back, forcing an arch. You tuck your head down, allowing yourself to breathe. 

“Use your big boy words, baby. Okay, now say you’re my cumslut.” He goes back to his harsh pacing, his free hand fisting the headboard. 

“Go on,” He taunts before he leans down and coos in your ear when you can’t. “All that big talk for what?”

[awordsmith]

paint a picture 𝜗𝜚 s.r

۶ৎ in which you and Spencer go separate ways after university until a deadly case forces you to find your way back to each other.

katvalentine

who? spencer reid x known!reader when? s8 genre: angst (thriller) content warnings: mentions of attempted murder and the loss of a friend, second chance romance, read with scary care!! word count: 9k a/n: not how i planned to write this out–but i couldn't be happier–also i know i'm super late with the valentines themes–studying for midterms has taken toll–but i think i'm going to ace every exam with soaring colors, so plus(?)–okay let me stop rambling... enjoy!!

Your Converse hit the pavement as you ignored the bustling of the other students that sounded around you. In contrast to everyone else, you were running toward the rain rather than hiding from it. You didn’t have a choice–it was either that or failing your psychology class.

It wasn’t as if you were completely behind, you’d attended every class–and you’d taken notes…mostly. Okay, barely–but with all your other courses, trying to maintain your part-time job on weekends, and constantly visiting the UNEP for Aspiring Young Center, Psychology had been the least of your worries. You had barely had any time to sleep–let alone to yourself.

The class was only once a week and though it was online–it’d been the class you’d seemed to forget most about. You’d gotten your hands on some of the notes from other students, but they all seemed useless when the midterm exam was next week. You had no time to study–that was what had you so freaked. 

It had slipped your mind–somehow–that it was going to be half your grade. In the sight of other courses: sociology, criminology, comm, English, and history, you’d completely forgotten about one of the most important classes you were taking this semester. Gosh, why couldn’t it just be summer already? More than that, why did you have to take on so many classes? Sure you wanted to graduate early, but you were in your sophomore year, you should have been enjoying it.

Instead, you were getting soaked in rainwater in an attempt to leave a good impression on your new tutor. You were running late, as per usual. It had been a bad habit you’d picked up your freshman year when you realized parking wasn’t as easy as you’d thought it would be. You were normally late to classes, always running down one hall or the next. The university’s library was like a second home to you. You could generally be found in one of the desks near the elevator most nights. You preferred the tables behind the elevators the best. Preferably one closest to the corner.

Each table had two desks connected and two seats for each desk. You kept your backpack in the seat next to you and did well for warding off creeps mindlessly sitting down. The tables in the corners also proved well for when your headphones died. They were just far enough away that you couldn’t hear the elevator's constant dinging. The limited space also kept a multitude of people walking back and forth between the tables; yeah, sure you probably just got annoyed quickly, but you couldn’t help how you were. You were how you were and you liked it.

“Excuse me,” you squeaked, nearly colliding with a girl coming through the double doors with an umbrella. You huffed and removed the hood of your jacket, trying to smooth down your hair. It was pulled back into a ponytail, but hairs were now sticking up–you could feel it. You removed the hair tie and slipped it onto your hand, running your hands through your semi-wet locks.

You wanted to use the bathroom first, but you didn’t want to leave the poor guy hanging, it was Valentines' Day, after all, he probably took on this job in pity and had some hot girlfriend angry at him because of it. You felt bad–genuinely, it had your heart aching. Though you had no interest in dating yourself, you could wager the benefits it brought many others. 

You ignored the elevator and headed up the stairs, when you reached the top you were out of breath. You hated staircases in high school and you hated them now. Picking back up some of your dignity, you glanced around the area, trying to scope out the tutor you were meeting.

He had great reviews, and apparently, he already had 1 PhD and was working on his second. He was young, around your age, and you wondered if he was a genius, that was the only likely explanation. Or maybe he really was just that good Well, you’d see for yourself in a few minutes. You caught sight of wild brown curls and a large brown and orange sweater vest.

He was sitting at the very end of the row, you recognized the large window panes that sat to the side of each table. You smiled slightly, it was just how you preferred it a quiet study night. You hadn’t mentioned anything about liking the ends, it was entirely possible he liked it that way too, where most of the noise disappeared, and the world along with it.

As you approached the kid, you thought this surely couldn’t be him. He looked…well��smaller. The photo online was just his face, but as you rounded the table, your nose scrunched up.

Sure, people took off their glasses for a multitude of reasons, including taking a photo, but you never thought it could make such a difference to a person's appearance. “...Dr. Ried?” You stuttered out, setting your tote bag in the seat next to you.

When Spencer looked up, he had to fix his glasses. He wasn’t good at keeping eye contact, so he focussed on the necklace around your neck, “uh, yeah, —?”

You smiled and nodded, sighing out as you sat in the seat across from him, “It is you–sorry I’m late, I was–” you were in the middle of your living room in your underwear having a mini concert with the tv and your hairbrush, but you said, “working on a few theories, you know how you can get lost in your head sometimes.”

Spencer brightened slightly, his mind racing with the different things he wanted to say, theories were one of his favorite topics, he could go on and on, talking about his favorite and his least favorite, ones that had a high chance of being debunked in the future and ones that have already been debunked, but he forced his mouth closed before he said any of that. “Yeah, theories are fun,” it hurt him–physically–not to say more. But, Spencer was trying out his professionalism, and a professional would not geek out over the mention of theories. 

You nodded and started pulling your notebook out of your bag, Spencer had a psycho-analysis textbook out in front of him as he had said he would in his text. “Let’s start with chapter 45, that’s the first one that’s going to pop up on the test.” Spencer stated, watching your hands flip through page after page, “That’s a lot of notes.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, trying to subtly fan yourself, dim lighting from lamps under every table gave the small area a glow, “sorry,” you began pulling out a few writing utensils, “I know this is so last minute and you probably had plans tonight, but I really appreciate you doing this for me.” You tried meeting his eyes, but he seemed to want to keep his distance from you, which struck you as odd seeing as how there wasn’t much of an age gap.

“No, don’t worry–” he waved his hands in front of him, his eyes having an almost paranoid feeling to them, “I,” he looked away, “I didn’t have any plans tonight. You’re fine, so don’t worry,” he let his hands fall into his lap.

Your eyes widened slightly and a subtle realization came over you that this guy wasn’t small–he was slumping in his seat, which is why he looked to be small at first glance. His posture was all wrong and it ticked you a little. One of your eyes twitched, but you hummed to calm yourself down. It didn’t really bother you, but the way he was acting–you just couldn’t help it.

“Alright,” you smoothed out the page and flipped it around to show Dr. Reid.

Spencer ran his eyes along the page, there sure were a lot of dashes and marks, he admired your penmanship for a moment before turning and meeting your gaze for the first time, “a lot of notes, yes, but most of them are useless.” He winced. He didn’t mean to say it like that, he probably should have used another word���useless just felt so…gray. “I mean, that’s not what I mean, I just meant that–” he huffed and ran a hand through his shaggy hair taking his glasses off momentarily to rub his eyes.

His features weren’t lost on you. His jaw was sharp, his neck thick, he could be a male model if he wanted to, he had the build for it. He was skinny and he was awkward in his skin, but with the right training, his self-confidence could be raised immensely. Spencer blinked, noting your stare and suddenly he felt nervous again. It wasn’t that you intimidated him–though with the way he was acting, it probably didn’t seem that way.

You were more than pretty, you stood out. Maybe not to everyone, but Spencer had learned long ago that beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and to Spencer, you were. You looked like you belonged in a Renaissance painting or behind the glass at a thrift store, something not for sale; something priceless. Something you see once in a museum and go home thinking about, never to see it again, but can’t help remembering years later.

Spencer cleared his throat, understanding, he too was now staring. “Right, so–chapter forty-five, what, what do you remember most about it?”

You glanced at your notes, running a finger along a highlighted part, “Proximity, the mere exposure effect, basically anything to do with how we feel about another person.”

Spencer nodded and ran his eyes over your notes. It wasn’t highlighted, but he thought it should be. “See here,” he flipped the notebook back around, “this isn’t highlighted, but this is,” he pointed to another point, “can you tell me why?”

You looked over the two bullet points, an embarrassed smile washing over you. You everted your eyes toward the floor and scratched one of your cheeks with a finger, “I liked how it read.”

Spencer felt his heart flutter and his cheeks flush red at the admission, it was cute. It was more than cute it was adorable. But that was completely unprofessional, even if this was just a side job he’d taken on because he needed some quick cash. “Well, I suggest making another set of notes, I can do it for you if you’d like.”

You nodded and Spencer felt the need to ask another–rather important–question, “Do you normally read over your notes once you write them?”

You made a face, your lips pressed together to suppress a smile. The truth was you did but with psychology…. “I normally do during study sessions,  it helps because I’m really bad at remembering things,” you played with a tiny lock of wet hair, murmuring, “and I’m always late.”

Spencer snorted but tried covering it up with a cough. Your lips quirked upward and your eyes narrowed slightly. He, in turn, did his best to avoid your gaze. “Wow,” you nodded, “so that’s how it is.” 

Spencer’s eyes widened, “I didn’t,” he didn’t mean to be rude, this wasn’t how he normally acted, especially around girls. If anything, he’d always had a mutual understanding with the opposite sex, he would not reach for something he could not see, but you–you seemed… vivid…

“I’m just messing with you, Spencer–” you gasped internally and paused externally. You didn’t mean to address him by that name. Not only was it probably rude, but now he probably thought you did it on purpose or something–ughhh, this blows! And I was starting to like him, if he goes all Mr. Superior on me I should get permission to smack some sense into him. After all, he isn’t that much older–is he?

Spencer was confused as to why you were giving him the death glare. He had thought you and himself were getting along just fine–up until you used his first name at least. He wasn’t one of your professors and even if he were, some professors were alright with first name basis–Spencer had never taught a class before, sure he’d sat in on a few, but he was never a guest speaker, of course, that was definitely something he sought to change that after publishing a few more of his essays and articles, he was ambitious, as one with his skill was.

In any case, Spencer didn’t find it weird, but perhaps you did, and because he had laughed at something you’d said earlier, you were expecting him to laugh at you now. Spencer could explain the typical functions of why the corners of his mouth quirked upward. He could give a basic rundown of how muscles worked, it was settled in the back of his mind, ready to be spouted–but what he couldn’t tell you was why he couldn’t control it.

For normal people, he would bring in the psychology of the matter, chapter forty-five–ironically. Something one person said made the other person laugh, but that idea wouldn’t work in this situation. No, because you hadn’t said anything particularly funny. Then why else did people smile? In simpler terms, because they were happy, but why was Spencer happy? He didn’t know, he just didn’t know. He was staring at you and your childish glare and he could not figure out for the life of him why in the hell he was so damn happy.

“I see that,” your eyes holding a mischievous glint, leaning forward and jabbing a finger in his face. He looked shocked like he had no idea what was going on, “fine,” you deflated back into your chair, “if you want to laugh, get it over with,” a few seconds later, a few coughs came from Spencer, you stuck your tongue out at him, it was quick and unexpected, but it made you smile. What would you consider this then? You thought, reward theory of attraction? But I haven’t been rewarded with anything…

Spencer scoffed at the idiotic notion, that he shouldn’t be sitting here analyzing you simply because you made him smile–simply because he made you smile. He was your tutor and that was it. That should’ve been it, but as the night went on, the further your personalities complimented each other. You both knew it–it was the psychology of it all; ironic how it was the exact chapter you’d gone over first.

And as the evening faded into midnight, you both found your souls intertwining with the other. Unable to control it; unwilling to want to.

Cold wind blew through the loose fragments of your hair as you leaned on your arms against the open window on the trolley, the sun hitting your face just right. It made you sleepy, you wanted to sleep, but you couldn’t. In a few moments, you’d be pulling the line and getting off. You yawned are rubbed your eyes, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. It was midday, you were meeting your friend for lunch, and your tote bag sat in the seat next to you.

“It’s so cute, thank you!” You gushed.

“Yeah, I–I saw you eyeing it that day we went to the mall,” Spencer ran a nervous hand through his hair.

Your face didn’t have enough room for the grin spreading across your face, “thank you, Spencer, this really is the best birthday ever.”

He shrugged all nonchalantly, but you could see it in his eyes, it warmed your heart to know how special you were to him, “it was nothing.”

“To you,” you reached for his hand across the table, “but it’s everything to me,” you paused, unable to decide which eye to focus on, you kept flitting back and forth between both of them and eventually the silence grew. You snatched your hands back, feeling nervousness flutter throughout your body. You averted your eyes and smiled at the ground, “Thank you…I love it.”

A smile now overtook your face, you wondered where he was now. You hoped he was doing alright, you’d seen him on television before, on the news. He was living the dream he’d told you about when you were still in university. He’d become exactly what he’d wanted, he’d done it. You were proud of him. You always had been.

The trolley slowed down, you recognized this turn. With a sigh, you sat upward and pulled your bag over your shoulder, waiting for the drop-off to appear. When it came into view, you tugged at the tight string above you, getting ready to stand. The trolley wasn’t packed, which was normal for after lunch hours. The next rush would be around five, so as long as you left before or after–you wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.

A few others stood with you when the trolley came to a complete stop. The group filed off the cart in a line and when your sneakers met concrete, you took off down the sidewalk, heading for the café you typically met your friend at. You pulled your phone out and checked the time when a new message came through. You smiled as you came to the same crosswalk you always did. Behind you, couple turned on the right corner with their dog and a mother and daughter stood at the other end of the crosswalk. The February breeze blew calmly around you, and the daylight seemed to dim slightly as you waited near the pole. 

Eventually, the lights switched and the sign across from you brightened. You held onto your bag as you moved, you weren’t wearing a sweater–before leaving the house, you’d decided your white long sleeve would do just fine–you were severely regretting that decision as the wind picked up. You don’t know why it was so cold, Spring was nearly here–at least it should have been.

The little girl skipped past you, her pigtails swaying to and fro. You admired the scene, wishing you could photograph it. Your job typically had you photographing crime scenes, it would have been a nice addition to the mini gallery you’d started in your home. It was one just for you, warmer than your day to day work. You’d majored in film and photography and minored in criminology, of course, your passion for both came from starkly different backgrounds, but they complimented eachother when it came to your job–your real job.

You didn’t talk much about your work, but you took to writing a few papers, only two had been published so far, and you’d received a letter last week, asking you to speak in a criminology-based class because of them–you weren’t doing too bad in the money department, but–you came up to the café–you still could not drive. 

It was a minor thing, but it held you back instrumentally. You narrowed your eyes at the thoughts plaguing your mind, how idiotic–your friend would tease you in her own way, you shook your head and smiled, whatever, you thought. You held out a hand to push one of the doors open, but paused. You swear someone had called your name–you’e head swivled and–was that–a crash sounded throughout your head and some external force sent you flying backward.

As soon as Spencer walked through the doors of the BAU, he was snatched away by Hotch, everyone was on the jet already. Of course, it had to be the one time he’d thought he could let himself be a little late.

“Do we know what it is?’ Spencer asked, taking the file Emily held out into his palms.

“We don’t want to jump the gun and say a terrorist attack–”

“But that’s what it looks like,” Dereck nodded as Spencer’s eyes roved over the report, “what’s this?” He questioned, taking a closer look at the singular photo in the back.

“It’s a photo from the CCTV camera of the café that was hit–”

“The woman in the photo looks to be around early to mid 20’s” Emily stated, “we don’t know how badly she was injured or much of anything else.”

Spencer ran a finger along the woman's frame. “The first responding officers will tell us everything they remember when we land; JJ, Rossi head to the hospital and check on our possibly only survivor, see if you can get her statement, Morgan, Reid, you go to the crime scene, see what you can figure out, Prentis, you’re with me at the station–and Penelope?”

“Yes, Sir?” Garcia’s meek voice rang through the speakers of the large flatscreen plante on the wall in front of them, her face could be seen: she was huddled up in a blanket, but her makeup was as fresh as always.

“See if you can access the CCTV inside the café before the blast and others around the shop.”

She nodded, “I will call you as soon as I come up with something.” She clicked a button and the line went dead. Spencer’s heart was racing. Terrorist attacks were not common–if they occurred they would typicically mean something–terrroriste were likely to attack bigger buildings with a lot of power, the white house, for instance, and the Twin Towers were a good example of this, not just because of the towers. bin Laden weaponized Flight 11 because it was an American Airlines plane–it was a message, a symbol.

But this…this was a small family-owned café in a small shopping center, there was a bank just a few buildings over, why not target that? It just didn’t make any sense in Spencer’s mind. The woman in the photo–he hoped she was doing better than he thought she was–he couldn’t place it, but something about her felt…familiar.

He sighed and set the photo down, shutting the yellow folder.

You sat forward, pain slicing through your head like a blade. You groaned and raised a hand to your temple, only to find IVs connected to your skin. “What the hell happened?” They were freaky and they sent a shiver up your spine. You pulled each IV out steadily, there were three.

You watched them, waiting for one to begin bleeding, but none of them did, and a sigh of relief escaped your throat. You glanced around the room after rubbing your eyes, trying to figure out where you were.

“The hell…” You murmured, pushing yourself off the bed, okay, you were in a hospital? What else? There was a silver tray beside your bed, and a glass of water next to it. It looked like it had been sitting there for a while, though and you made a face.

You hated hospital food, it made you gag. You steadied yourself with the bed railing, You balanced your weight and walked to the door, taking one last look around the room before pulling the it open and stumbling forward.

Nurses noticed you immediately and rushed to your side. As they attempted to coax you back into the room, you couldn’t help but look up, the awkward fluorescent lights had you heaving, you felt sick in all the wrong ways. A nurse held up a medical-grade puke bag just in time.

“Ugh,” you wiped your mouth, reaching for the wall, that’s disgusting. Suddenly, your lips felt too big for you face–you tasted metal–you didn’t dare touch it. You turned to walk back into the room–that’s when you noticed the two guys in all black standing at each end of the hall. They looked like guards. You were weary, but you’d notice that earpiece anywhere. They were CIA officers. What were was your job doing here?

More importantly, what the hell happened? The last thing you remembered– “AH–” another sharp pain shot through your head and you sat back down, “someone,” you breathed, allowing the nurses to help you back into bed, “someone tell me–”

“–you need to rest now,” one of the nurses–the one with the most authority, you assumed–voiced.

“No, someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on–” you sat back up and pushed her away, feeling blood rush to your head, “why is the CIA here–”

“Case Officer — —?” You glanced up, a blonde woman stepped through the door, her hair pulled into a neat, slick-back ponytail.

“Who are you?” You narrowed your eyes.

“My name is Jennifer Jareau, I’m with the Federal Beuro of Investigation–this is my partner SSA David Rossi–”

“FBI?” You raised a brow, “God,” you held your head, grimacing, “what happened?” You tried processing what you could remember, but you couldn’t. It was in your brain somewhere, you felt it–it just wasn’t popping up in any of the search engines you typically used. You huffed, giving up for the time being.

“Can you tell me…what you remember–”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, almost angry, “I can’t remember anything,” you scoffed and held your head in your both hands, covering your eyes. You wanted to sob, but were too embarrassed to do so.

“Alright, that’s alright,” Jennifer nodded.

But it wasn’t alright and you wanted to tell her so, but her partner, Rossi or whatever, cut in, “—... do you remember anything from before the blast?”

“Before the?” Your eyebrows scrunched together, but you paused. “That’s right,” you nodded, feeling a faint memory ghost over you, “there was a–there was a dog–” you said, though you weren’t sure why. “It was a little girl. A dog with a little girl–you were so sure of it, but something still felt off, you bit your cheek and shook your head, letting out an exasperated groan, “No–I don’t know.”

“It’s alright, I understand this can be frustrating. You were in a bad accident, there was a bomb, and you were caught in it. You hit your head pretty bad–”

“Pretty bad?” You scoffed, “You call this ‘pretty bad’? I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast or what song I listened to in the shower this morning–and this is ‘pretty bad’?” Jennifer turned her head, a frown taking up residence on her face. This was crazy–you needed to call your friend. She’d make you feel ten times better, “I need a phone, I need to call —.”

You tried standing, but Jennifer stopped you, “Here, use mine.” She slipped it out of her pocket and toward you.

You watched it for a second before taking it, still asking, “Where’s my phone?”

As you dialed —’s number, Jennifer said, “It should be with your things, I’ll check with the nursing staff.”

You held the phone up to your ear as she left the room, catching her partner's eye. You frowned when the line went to voicemail and called again, maybe her phone was dead? Maybe she had it on ‘do not disturb’? “No answer?”

You shook your head, and sighed, “voicemail.”

“What’s —’s last name, I’ll try to find her for you.”

“—,” you shook your head, calling back again, “it just doesn’t make any sense why she wouldn’t be answering, she was–” you paused, you don’t know why you said that.

Rossi raised a brow, “She was what?’

You frowned, “I don’t know,” a scowl replaced your frown, “what’s new?”

“Hey, don’t get discouraged.” Is what he said, but Rossi had a bad feeling about this whole thing. He typically kept his hard opinions to himself, especially ones that began with, “This is going to suck, but…”, and yet that’s what he was feeling now. That this was going to really suck.

“So we’ve ruled out a terrorist attack, there’ve been no phone calls, no letters, no demands. What else could this be?”

“A one-off?”

Spencer glanced around the room as Hotch and Morgan listed off ideas. JJ and Rossi had come back from seeing the survivor, they’d said it was strange, that almost the entirety of her memory concerning the blast was gone. As if it’d never happened in the first place, but that was to be expected considering the blow she’d taken to the head.

She was just lucky people saw her in the street before she was run over. The bomb had been so strong, that she’d ended up in the middle of the street, Spencer couldn’t watch the video after the first time, it had just looked so painful, and that was the eery part. She was missing parts of her memory, but she had no broken bones, the most damage she’d taken was psychological.

Her blood was fine, she had a few scratches on her arms and forehead, and her lip was pretty busted, but other than that, she was–again–perfectly fine. Which kept tugging at something in Spencer. “Was she able to remember anything? Anything at all?” Spencer heard himself asking, his arms uncrossing.

JJ shook her head, “No, nothing. She said she couldn’t even remember what she’d eaten for breakfast this morning.”

“No, but…” Rossi paused, folding his arms, Hotch and the rest of the team glanced in his direction, “She did…she did ask about a friend.”

“Yeah, she didn’t pick up any of the calls, though,” JJ waved her phone in the air and set it on the table in front of her.

“Yeah, but she also said something about her that seemed,” he shook head and waved an arm sound, “recent…”

“I don’t remember that.” JJ frowned.

“You were gone, talking to the nurses.”

“What did she say?” Hotch raised a brow, his voice growing colder by the hour.

“She said, ‘It doesn’t make any sense why she wouldn’t answer the phone, she was…’” The team waited for him to finish, but he huffed instead, “That’s it, she couldn’t remember the rest.” Spencer blew our air, rolling his neck back and forth as he thought of what the woman, — might have wanted to say.

“—...” Spencer mumbled. He recalled a time when he knew someone with that same name, he wondered where she was now. Probably married to some handsome bodybuilder who could crush Spencer with two fingers.

He puffed out his cheeks, he didn’t know why he always seemed to think about her in times like this; he looked out the window, allowing the moon to mesmerize his mind. He wanted to run far, far away. Always on midnights like this.

Spencer leaned back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes, trying to picture himself in her point of view. He was walking toward the shop–she wasn’t on her phone and she didn't have a map, nor was she looking around, so she probably knew the area well. Okay, so he knew he was going to this café, he was…he was…meeting someone.

Spencer peddled back to when JJ had mentioned the little girl and the dog. He tried to place them together somewhere in the picture he’d created for himself. Was she distracted by it? She did turn her head as if someone had called out for her.

“What do you go for us Garcia?”

Spencer’s eyes popped open and he glanced at the laptop in front of Hotch, “oh, not much,” she shook her head, “but I was able to get footage of the surrounding area, and check this out,” she clicked some button and CCTV footage came up on the screen. The quality wasn’t great–it probably hand’t been replaced in a quite a while.

The team gathered around Hotch, watching and analyzing the film. There. Spencer recognized her immediately, but not as a victim on this case. His stomach dropped and he thought he might throw up.

“There’s our victim, but look, look at the relaxed way she’s acting.” Hotch analyzed.

“So…what?” 

“It’s normal to her, she’s not worried, she’s not being pressured, I think she meeting someone at that café,” Spencer stated, rubbing the nape of his neck, “other than the footage, Rossi’s quote– “it doesn’t make any sense because she was–” end quote, could she have been about to say, ‘waiting for me?’ or ‘inside?’.

Rossi closed his eyes as Hotch gave the order to speed up the process of figuring out the identities of all the casualties caught in the blast and cross-check them with your friend's name. “Wait Sir, there’s one more thing I think you should know.”

“What is it, Garcia?”

“Okay, you know how we debunked the theory that this was a terrorist attack?”

He nodded, “Yes.” 

Spencer held his breath, wondering what idea Garcia was about to plant into their heads. “Well, if we go back to the original footage we recovered in the beginning, we can say for sure —’s attention was pulled away from opening those doors. It was the millisecond that saved her life. Why did she look away, what caught her attention? Sir, I’m not an agent and I haven’t taken the classes you all have, but if that was me, I would say someone called her name.”

“Someone purposefully kept her from walking in?” Hotch rubbed his temple, eyes narrowing.

“This wasn’t an attack on the government,” Hotch shook his head, glancing at his team.

And it clicked for Spencer, “someone targeted —, but not because she works for the CIA–it was personal.”

“We need to figure out who it was — saw in that video.”

Spencer grimaced, he didn’t want to go to the hospital. Not yet. He had a job to do and he knew going to that hospital would just complicate things for him. He kept the fact that he knew the victim to himself. But she wasn’t just a victim–he detested thinking of her that manner–but if he wanted to catch the son of a bitch who did this to her, he’d have to stay away for just a bit longer.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the flowers, “it was really sweet of you to come all the way down here.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” —’s lisp sounded throughout the room, but you ignored it. He was sweet–you’d only met him a few times when working cases together, but he was the nicest person you’d ever met. Everyone loved him and no one made fun of his speech impediment. You were glad because you’d probably bite their heads off for it.

“Have you heard anything?” — frowned and shook his head, “No, I haven’t. I’m really sorry. I mean, this is just crazy.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, folding your hands in your lap, “tell me about it.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” he shook his head.

“No, no, you’re fine.” You smiled again, “I just…I just hope she’s alright. There must be some news?” You looked over — as if that blonde woman, Jennifer, might pop up. She didn’t.

“I promise, as soon as I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know.” He smiled, fixing his glasses that didn’t quite sit right on his face.

Your heart swelled, you were so grateful. You weren’t on speaking terms with your parents, you hadn’t seen your cousins since your grandmother’s funeral, and — was the only friend you had unless you counted your team, but you weren’t really close with them either. You preferred to keep to yourself. It was hard for you to get close to anyone after him because in the back of your mind was always that question, that what if?

“Do you want some coffee? Some water? I can go ask the nurse…”

“Yes, please,” you nodded, “that, that would be nice.”

— left the room and you were once again left in the comfort of your silence. Your mind drifted to Spencer. It hadn’t clicked when Jennifer had first introduced herself. She’d been back only once more to see if you’d remembered anything, you hadn’t, of course. No more than the little girl and the dog. — had just arrived this morning, so Jennifer missed him, but he wouldn’t have been able to provide much information anyway, he maybe could’ve helped with figuring out the bomb equipment and things like that, he worked in the EOD, but all of that slipped your mind as you called up almost every memory you had with Spencer.

When you were alone earlier today after Jennifer had left and before — had arrived, you’d pulled out your phone and went through the screenshots you’d taken of some of the cases Spencer had been on, and sure enough–there he was standing next to Ms. Jennifer Jareau. They worked together, which meant Spencer was likely also working on this case–your case.

You shivered–hating the thought that you now had a case, that you were now considered a victim in some people’s eyes. You were the one photographing other victims–how could you have become one yourself? You closed your eyes and leaned back into the hospital bed, for what it was worth–they had comfortable beds–they could upgrade their blankets though. You smiled, thinking about the time Spencer had hurt his leg ans had to stay in this dreaded place for a few nights. The two of you shared your weariness of hospitals, he’d probably complain about the food and the lack of warmthness the blankets provided. 

Though he was no doubt working , you hadn’t seen him, and Jennifer hadn’t said anything about it. You wondered if she even knew–if he’d told any of his team members about you. It stung you knowing the likelihood of it was low.

There was no way he didn’t recognize you. At least, that’s what you hoped, but he had to, right? After all, you’d been through, granted that all happened years ago–but still–he was everything. You had to mean something….right? You couldn’t just have been an experience, you had to be more than a memory. You just had to.

But he hadn’t been to visit you. And that hurt you the most. It floated around in you mind even as — walked back into the room and flashed you a tooth-gapped smile.

“You okay?” He asked, standing near your bed–near this morning’s silver tray that still hadn’t been touched.

“Yeah,” you reached for the cup of water, “just fine, thanks.”

“Reid,” Spencer bounced his right leg up and down and tapped the fingers of his left hand on the table in front of him, “Reid,” he wondered how you were doing, he’d just sifted through your text messages. He felt dirty. He didn’t have any right to read your private thoughts or those of the people you shared them with. He scolded himself, it wasn’t like he’d read your diary or anything. “Dammit, Reid!” Hotch huffed. Spencer glanced upward, stopping his tapping and leg shaking, “I need you to focus, what–what’s on your mind. Do you need to talk, it is your mom?”

Spencer tried acting unbothered and shook his head, sighing, “No, I’m fine.” He covered his mouth with a hand, feeling his throat run dry. You didn’t like hospitals, you never had, he remembered it starkly, and yet you still visited him every day when he’d injured his leg. That was years ago, but man–he chuckled–it felt like yesterday. Anytime he thought about you he felt young again. He didn’t know what it was–perhaps that was just what you represented, Spencer’s youth.

No, he shook his head, it was more than that. He sighed and ran another hand along the documents, and I threw it all away. An eyebrow shot up and Spencer’s eyes darted over a text message in particular. He picked it up and stood. “What?” Hotch met him at the board as he tacked it on and stood back, “what do you see?”

Spencer held back a scoff, “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before,” probably because he wasn’t in the right headspace, “look at this, she says, ‘it was nice meeting you today, thank you again for your help.’ He sends an entire paragraph. This was only a few months ago.”

“So,” Hotch shrugged and shook his head, waiting for an explanation, though a few ideas popped into his own head. Spencer waved his hand and walked back over to the pile of text messages blown up on printer paper, “Look at these, ‘it was nice working with you again, you’re really close with —,’ she says, ‘yeah, it was, and yeah! she’s my best friend,’ he tacked it on the board, this one says, ‘Sorry for your loss, I heard about your grandmother.’

“Get to the point Reid,” Hotch frowned, grouchy as always, Spencer thought.

“These are all by the same person, and I’m pretty sure there are multiple like these–but the thing is, all of his messages are long, like paragraph-length, and all of hers are single-sentence responses.” He shook his head, “after her initial message, she only responds, and they’re always short. And the way they sound–it’s so…I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t notice it because that’s just how she is,” Spencer bit his lip–ignoring the painful squeeze in his heart– “It’s not her fault, but I think he’s reading into everything. I mean, Hotch–just look at some of the things he’s saying in these messages–” Spencer went back to the table and pulled out more from the same contact.

He looked back at Hotch, waiting for his nod of approval, and finally, Hotch gave it to him, along with a, “Have Garcia run a background check on this person. Whoever he is, he’s worth questioning. I’ll call Morgan when we have an ID.” Spencer nodded and got to dialing Garcia’s number right as he grabbed his jacket. It was time. He needed to see you.

It was getting later, afternoon turned into evening in the blink of an eye. But you supposed that was to be expected, February had become March, and you were only here for a few days, yes–but it felt like an eternity. Some of the memories were coming back to you, you recalled being in front of the crosswalk, the little girl was with her mother on the other side, not with a puppy. The dog you’d mentioned to Agent Jereau had been behind you, a couple were the ones walking it.

There was still no news, about  —, the waiting had slowly begun to agitate you. Jennifer hadn’t come back, but — was still here, you frowned as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, “You know, you don’t have to stay here all night, you must have work tomorrow. They're not gonna let you off easy if you’re late, you know.”

— shook his head, throwing you a smile, “I’ll be fine, have any of your memories from The Incident come back?” — called it “The Incident” rather than the bombing or the blast, which you found odd at first, excused it as him being considerate. “That…” he lowered his gaze, “I’m sorry,” he shook his head.

You snorted a bit, “why, it’s not your fault.”

He frowned, looking dead serious for a second. It unnerved you, but then he looked away and an innocent smile took over his features again, “I know, I just feel bad.”

“Well, don’t,” you shook your head, thinking to reach out and touch his arm, but shivers flew up your spine and suddenly you were wondering if there were nurses near your room, and if so, how many? It had been silent for a while, no more bustling back and forth. You frowned at your thoughts, this was crazy. — wasn’t hurting you, if anything, he was trying to be nice. He was the only one to come to the hospital when there was still so much work to be done. —  must’ve been busy because you hadn’t worked with him in a while, yet he was still taking time out of his busy schedule to see if you were alright. That was more than you could say for someone.  Spencer hadn’t even come to see if you were alright, you knew a few years had passed since the last time you had spoken, but still–couldn’t he just check up on you once? Wasn’t he at all worried or curious as to how you were doing?

The rest of his team had been to see you at some point within the week, though none of them mentioned him. You hadn’t wanted to ask because you’d thought it would be awkward and it was his private life, what right did you have? So, you had left it alone. Now, though you blew out air and asked, “Hey, —?”

“Yeah?” He looked at you expectantly, it scared you. You couldn’t place the reason as to why–but his eyes, there was something…less about them. You wanted to jump out of your own skin and run away–your mouth dropped. You remembered. You remembered why you didn’t walk into the café. But it couldn’t be. You must have your thoughts confused and–no you didn’t You knew exactly what you heard and saw.

You avoided his eyes and faked a cough, “could you… could you get the nurse, I think I need some more water.”

— didn’t move for a second and in that moment, you thought, he knows. You were so sure he knew that you knew that you had remembered. “Sure,” his tone wasn’t cold, but it didn’t have any of the warmness it had mere moments ago. He breezed out of the room, leaving the door cracked.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone, feeling like you were going to die of stress, you stood and stretched. You weren’t in the worst shape, but you had been sitting around for the past three days, you picked up your phone and scrolled threw your messages with —, your best friend. You thought to call her if only to keep your hopes up. They died when you heard the ring of a cell phone nearby.

There was no way, you thought, believing it must be a coincidence, but then what did Spencer say that one time? That there were never any happy accidents or coincidences? That everything always had a reason, whether it was likely or not.

You turned toward the area where — had been sitting, his brown jacket was tossed over the back of the chair. Hesitantly, you pulled it open and rummaged through the pockets, eventually pulling out what you were terrified of finding: —’s phone.

“I couldn’t find any of the nurses,” your blood ran cold as you heard the sound of a door clicking shut, his tone deafening as you felt his presence grow closer, “but you seem all better now.”

Spencer didn’t know whether he should stop by the hospital cafeteria or at a fast food place. Of course, since Garcia seemed to have developed a 6th sense, she could tell something was up–that or Hotch had let something slide, it would be just like him to do something like that.

So, he finally admitted to knowing you and consulted Garcia on his dilemma. She–without hesitation–of course, scolded him for being so narrowminded. If she hated hospitals, she probably hated the food as well, and so, Spencer made a pitstop–but then he thought about it being your first reunion in years and he couldn’t very well just bring you anything.

So, perhaps he had been overthinking everything on the way to the hospital and made more than one stop to gather up the things he remembered you liking back in university. Only when he was stepping out of the car–trying not to trip over mere air as he grabbed the plastic bags–did he realize that maybe he didn’t know everything about you anymore…

He glanced over the items in his hands, sure you may have liked this once upon a time–back when you were together, back when you were something more. But then again–you’d never labeled your relationship. You just were. You were more…to him. 

More than soulmates. He shook his head, standing here hesitating would get him nowhere. The car door shut with a thud and Spencer winced slightly before coming to his senses and grabbing at any sort of courage he could reach.

He ignored the staff, he knew he looked silly. With his black puffer jacket on, his satchel crossed over his body, his hair messy, and his arms full, one holding a bear with a get well soon-card–something he’d found at one of the shops near the place he bought your favorite fast food–he hoped it was still your favorite. He’d even bought a blanket, now that they knew the bombing was a personal attack on you–Spencer planned on spending every second keeping you safe–plus the blankets the hospital provided never kept anyone warm.

Though, he did have to admit he was pretty freaked out. When he hung up the phone with Garcia, she had said she would get back to him after she called Hotch and he was right–who knew? He internally patted himself on the back. That guy on your phone looked pretty good for it. More than good–he’d been fired from his job, where all of your interactions had occurred, which, he and Hotch discussed over the phone, must have been the trigger.

Spencer only knew two things about this guy, his name and that he was obsessed with you. Spencer felt his blood boil at the thought that someone you had been so nice to–was the one who had done these horrible things to you in his sick, fucked up ‘name of love’. Sure, Spencer hadn’t spoken to you–hadn’t seen you in ages–but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. Spencer would always care, and right now, he was feeling the brunt of his conviction. He’d make sure that guy didn’t get past the first-floor elevator, he would never let him see you again.

Spencer realized his grip on the bags had tightened, he took a breath and slightly released them. He both wanted to be with you during this time and out hunting down that guy. You were on the second floor and each second that ticked by was killing him. He didn’t know if you’d be happy to see him. JJ had said you remembered most things about yourself, and you remembered your friends, so there was no way you didn’t remember Spencer.

He knew you two didn’t leave things off on a good note, but he hoped that this was fate. He hated thinking someone close to you had to die for you to meet again, but here you were just five feet away. He paused in front of your hospital door, running through the first words he would say–it was quiet, though–extremely quiet, and there were no nurses around–he tilted his head as he spun around, just now noticing the missing presence.

Spencer shivered, feeling the yellow-dimmed fluorescent lights heighten his paranoia. He didn’t too much like hospitals either. He startled and his head swiveled back to your room when he heard a scream, followed by a crash. He froze, but then his adrenaline kicked in and he dropped everything, to throw open the door.

He had you on the floor, hands around your throat, and you were struggling to breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on you, you saw a flash of white and then you closed your eyes, coming to only seconds later as relief pulled you upward. Someone had tackled him–as you sat forward, hunched over, struggling to find your breath again. The room was spinning, it was both dark blue and gray–you could make out the door that was now ajar.

It felt like hours had gone by, you blinked, but could only hold one eye open at a time. A giant red button took over your view and all you could think was that you needed to get to that damned button. You began crawling toward it while the others were distracted.

You didn’t know who that person was, you hadn’t gotten a good look, but to be fair, you could barely see anything in that moment. You reached out an arm, still on your hands and knees. It took everything in you not to collapse right there. When the pads of your fingertips glazed over the button you felt a sigh of relief escape your lungs. You pressed it–an alarm sounded right after. Mission accomplished, but you couldn’t rest just yet. You had to get out of here, the room was too stuffy, where was your breath going? Why couldn’t you feel it anymore?

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt your movements slowing. Your chest shuddered with the weight of everything and you slumped against something hard.

You were breathing as best as you could, but every breath felt like a sword to your lungs. Someone said something or …something–you didn’t know and you didn’t care to.

Your vision was blurry, there were tears in your eyes, and someone moved toward you. You couldn’t tell who it was–you tried speaking, but only wheezing came. You felt something soft and cold press against your lips and all at once, you felt your spirit lifting. Your eyes shot open and you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or recalling a memory from a past life.

No, you had to be dreaming, because you knew this person. Years ago you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you, but you’d never been with him like this–though you had imagined it on some nights when he'd fall asleep across from you and you couldn’t help the urge to study his facial features. Tracing up every curve, trying to encode it into your brain as if you’d be tested on how long his neck was or what shape his mouth formed when he wasn’t speaking.

His shyness brought something out of you, a side to yourself you would have never known existed if you hadn’t met him. If you’d never met Spencer…that’s what it felt like now, because the Spencer you once knew never looked so heartbroken. You smiled as best you could, his face was so close to yours, his breath breathing air into your mouth.

You reached out and wiped one of the tears that escaped his eyes. Thank you, your gaze seemed to try conveying. You hoped he understood how thankful you were to see his face one last time, right before everything went black.

She had found him.

And he had given her up. 

Once more, she found him.

And he would never let her go again.

a/n: again sorry for the super late valentines day post!!

@darkmatilda @theylovemelody @kennedy-brooke

[dog-with-a-job]

Need a Criminal minds and Psych crossover desperately. The BAU comes done to SantaBarbra to help solve a case, chaos happens.

Spencer: You are not a psychic that is simply not possible!

Shawn with one hand on Gus’ head and the other on Morgan’s: Shun the non believer!

Hotch and Lassiter watching on in pure dad like fashion: …

[chrisevansleftpeck]

Do Not Enter

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

You and the team had just landed back at Quantico after a rather long case and the first thing you wanted to do was head to your desk and pack everything up so you could get home to your thirsty plants.

As you rifled through your drawers, looking for the charger you'd left there before the case had started, your hand came across a small wrapped gift in the very back of the drawer. You pulled it out and into the light, revealing a square shaped present, wrapped in "Crime Scene Do Not Cross" tape? You scanned the room, it was only you and Spencer, every one else had cleared out.

"Oh my god." You heard Spencer whisper, studying you with the present.

"What?" You wanted to drop it. You were not wanting to open a clue to a case or something. Even heroes needed rest.

Spencer twiddled with his thumbs nervously at your response, almost like he'd been caught. "Nothing...that's just old."

You carried it over to him, sturdying yourself on top of his desk as he gazed up at you from his spinny chair. "What is it?" You shook it a little before handing it to him.

Spencer cleared his throat a little, "Well, um, it's an old gift. I got it for you a while ago. Some little Russian bookstore had opened by my apartment and- well, i'll spoil it."

Your face lit up as you grabbed it back from him, kicking your feet as you unwrapped it. It was old as dust, but it was beautiful: a collectors edition of Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. "Oh that's so beautiful." You whispered, completely engulfed in the book.

You leaned forward placing your hand on Spencer's tall shoulder to leave a small kiss on his cheek. Spencer's face lit on fire, but you dove right back into examining the book. It was all so quick it almost didn't even happen, just like the last time you'd done that- a "casual peck". You and Spencer never spoke about it, but you'd been kissing his cheek every once in a while and he couldn't bear to stay silent anymore.

"Why'd you wrap it in that tape-" You started.

"You kiss me a lot." You looked down at him and placed the book to the side of you on his desk.

"I guess so." You continued to kick your feet anxiously, just teetering on the edge of freaking out.

Spencer was quick to realize how anxious you were, so he gently took your hand in his, soothingly swiping his thumb over you skin. "I like it." He mentioned.

Your heart beat so fast you were sure he could feel it through your hand at this point. "You do?" The room felt hot, you felt hot. Without thinking, you slowly slid off of his desk, brushing your skirt off, then letting Spencer pull you onto his lap. Your face lingered so close to his you could feel his sweet breath against your cheek.

"I like you." Spencer gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling you in by the chin for a real kiss. No more games, he felt good against your lips. You pressed harder into him, letting your arms rest around his shoulders and neck.

You kept going until Specner groaned a little, breaking the sounds of anything but your kisses. You pulled back, flustered.

"Is there any more of that Do Not Enter tape for this room?" You asked, causing Spencer to giggle and wrap you up in his arms.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Reflection of Desire: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: Women are being kidnapped and are being posed as Hollywood Starlets after the unsub kills them. Washington DC police have called in your team for help.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

x

Knowing this press conference is going to bring the unsub out of his hole, you have to be driving around town in hopes you'll spot him. You and Spencer are in one car, Rossi and Hotch are in one, and Emily and Detective Croft are in another. The radio is on so you can hear the press conference instead of watching it.

"Penny Hanley went missing two days ago. We have received over three thousand calls. Her family is obviously deeply worried and is looking forward to her prompt and safe return," Pen starts.

"Isn't Penny Hanley yet another victim of the Hill Ripper?" A female reporter asks.

"Right now, all we know is that Penny is missing."

"Who sent that photo in just like the Kelly Landis case?" another asks.

"We'd like to take this opportunity to reach out to the public. Penny was last seen here, leaving Union Station--"

"You mean she was taken by the Hill Ripper?"

"Rumors are that Kelly Landis was found with her lips cut off."

Reporters keep cutting Penelope off, and she's trying her best to keep the focus on Penny.

"We are not prepared to discuss the details of Kelly's case."

"Isn't the mutilation, in fact, what you call a signature?"

Even through the radio, you can feel Penelope's panic. Come on, Pen, you can do this.

"Penny Hanley's name has captured the attention of not only the nation but also the entire world." She holds up the black-and-white picture of Penny. "This photo is the most recent image of Penny. We believe it was taken and sent by the person who took her."

"I want to say something." You recognize the voice of Penny's father. "I want to say something to the sick son of a bitch that has my daughter."

Mr. Hanley, we all want to find your daughter, but you really need to calm down. Mr. Hanley, don't do this," you hear Derek say in the background.

"If I say something, she dies. If I plead for her life, she dies. I don't have any money and my wife passed away two years ago. She is all I have, and if this sick bastard gets away with this--just let me say something."

"What would you like to say to the man who has your daughter? If the Hill Ripper is watching, what would you tell him?" a female reporter asks.

"My little girl right now is in your hands. Maybe she's already with God. Either way, your life will be in my hands."

They pause to process his words.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received this." Deek must have handed her the paper Hotch wanted him to hand to her. "The police request that the general public reduce their movements around M street and Georgetown, for the next few hours."

"Do you have a lead in the Hill Ripper case? Agent Garcia, do you have a lead in the ripper case?"

"No, we don't. We have an address."

Just like that, the press conference is over. You're connected to the other agents through the earpieces so you can talk to them while you drive.

"If he's moving, he's moving now," Rossi says.

"Reid, Y/N, where are you?"

"We're headed south down Jackson Street. There's hardly anything moving," Specner answers.

"Except cop cars. We've seen five in the last ten minutes. Hotch, if he's out here, he's got nowhere to go," you say.

You continue driving through the city, looking for anything suspicious. You pull up to a red light and wait for it to turn green. While waiting, you feel something prick at the back of your neck. The unsub is near. Spencer sees the alert look on your face and sits up straighter.

"What is it?"

"I feel him." You take off as soon as the light turns green, and you head to the darker parts of town. You're driving fast because you're following the energy leading right to the unsub. "Hold on." You shove your arm across Spencer's chest as you slam on the brakes right in front of an alley. "He's in there right now with her."

"Call Hotch."

You turn the car around and drive into the alley, shining the headlights onto the car. The unsub panics and hops out of the car before he can finish killing Penny. You put the car into park and jump out, already racing after the unsub.

"Stay with her and get help!" you yell at Spencer.

You can hear Spencer's voice over comms but you're not paying attention to his words. You aim your gun at the unsub and shoot twice, hitting him once in the leg. He nearly trips but he doesn't stop running. Not only is he faster than you, but he had a head start. There is no use in chasing after him. You pant and lightly jog over to Spencer and Penny who are surrounded by paramedics.

"Hotch, he's headed your way. I tried to chase him. I shot him in the leg. He won't be as fast."

"Copy."

Penny is already being loaded into the ambulance by the time you reach her and Spencer.

"Penny, your dad's going to meet you at the hospital," Spencer says.

Just then, Hotch and Rossi show up and get out.

"He got away but you hit him good. We found traces of blood down the alley. K-9 units are on the way."

"Agent Reid?" Penny asks.

"Yes?"

"Please don't leave me," she whimpers.

"Go, Spencer. We've got this," you encourage.

Spencer gets into the ambulance and stays with Penny the whole time. The unsub was forced to leave his car behind which is good for you since you'll be able to ID him from that. You walk to the front and notice a disabled permit hanging from the rearview mirror.

"This car has a disabled permit."

"Registered to who?" Rossi asks.

You take out your phone and call Penelope who is back behind a computer screen. You give her the license plate number and the make and model of the car, and she does her magic.

"The car belongs to May Walden. The unsub is Rhett Walden, her son. I have an address. 1503 Hope Street." She pauses. "Oh, my God."

"What is it?" you ask and look at the others who are staring at you. You put her on speakerphone. "You're on speakerphone."

"May's black-and-white photo looks exactly like Kelly and Penny."

"When was it taken?" Derek asks.

"1956. It's a set photo from a movie called Reflection of Desire. May was nineteen when this was taken."

"She's got to be over seventy by now."

"Yeah. M Street and Rykers Alley are the locations of this film. It was the only movie she ever made, and she was four months pregnant when this picture was taken which ended her career."

"What about the father?" you ask.

"Her co-star. Do you think she made her son do all of this?"

"Penelope, I think she made her son do a lot more than this," Derek answers.

The team heads over to Rhett's house and surrounds it with agents, police officers, and a SWAT team. Detective Croft stands behind one of the police cars and uses a megaphone to talk to Rhett who he knows is inside the house. It's the only place he'd go.

"Rhett Walden, this is the police! We know you're in there. Come out with your hands up!" He repeats it. "This is the police. We know you're in there. Come out with your hands up."

The front door opens and Rhett steps outside with a bloody leg from where you shot him and someone in his arms. The person is frail and small but her hair is covering her face so you're unsure of who it is.

However, you know she's dead.

You gasp when you see the skeleton in his arms and lower your gun in shock. That must be his mother.

"Get down on the ground!" Derek yells.

He does immediately but you think it's because his injured leg can't hold him up any longer.

"I need a medic!" the detective orders.

His mother's hair moves away from her face, and you gasp a second time when you see what's been glued to her face.

"Is that...?"

"Lips," Emily says. "They're Kelly's."

Rhett is taken away probably to a mental health facility because you know he is not sane if he kept his dead mother in his house long enough to play dress up with her. With this case over and done with, you and the team head to the theater to see Penelope in her play. She was apprehensive when you told her that you would be going but you encouraged her to give it her all.

Even JJ decided to come with you.

The play is about a crime that a woman has committed. She was kidnapped, attacked, and raped so she decides to enact revenge on the man by kidnapping him and killing him. She found the man responsible for her trauma and is using his past against him.

She's not the first woman he's beaten and raped.

Penelope is on one side of the stage under a spotlight wearing a black wig. She is staring at herself in the mirror and recites a monologue.

"I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that's why there lives a dark side in all of us. Some of us choose to embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. In the end, it's as natural as the air we breathe. At some point, all of us are forced to face the truth. Ourselves. For me, that day has come. I was eighteen when I faced a man who chose to embrace his dark side, and by doing so, he took my humanity. Every day since I have put on a mask to hide what now suffocates me. The truth. And nothing speaks louder than the truth."

She gets up and faces the man... her revenge.

"Melissa Crane?"

"Get out," he sneers.

"Alison Gardner?"

"Get out before I call the police."

"I called them, and they'll be here but not before I'm done."

"Done? Done with what?"

Penelope raises a prop gun at the man and shoots him once in the chest. He gasps and falls backward on stage. She walks over to him, kneels by his dying body, and makes him look at her.

"Nine girls you raped and you butchered. You took from them what you took from me, but I survived. You should have killed me, Clarence."

The stage goes dark, and everyone stands up to clap for them. Penelope is good. She was born for this sort of thing. The lights turn on and both she and her male costar bow for the audience. She looks at her team, locking eyes with you. You give her two thumbs up, extremely proud of her.

"I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that's why in all of us lives a dark side. Some of us embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. And in the end, it's as natural as the air we breathe. Some point, we're forced to face the truth... ourselves. – Penelope Garcia

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Eleven: Spencer Reid + Humiliation

The shirts that you wore to work were always work appropriate. Nothing show off to much skin, or anyting that would make anyone stare at you for too long.

Yet the idea of breaking a few rules to see how your boyfriend would react had you pushing away the work appropraite shirts, and skirts. Instead looking for something shorter, and more revealing.

A shirt that you wore to dinner with Reid that was one of your favorite. You slipped on, and grabbed a shorter black skirt. You aren't sure where the idea for teasing Specner came from it was just there.

Maybe it was the sexy dream, or the naughty thought you had of him when you were both at work. Sure you guys haven't been together for a long time, but you just wanted to see how he would react.

You slipped into work, earlier then anyone else. Putting your things away at your desk, and getting on with paper work. Reid was normally the second to be at work after you. Hotch already having made it to work. "Hey honey." Reid whispered into your ear. The rest of the team not yet knowing that you two were dating.

I nuzzled into him, as he kissed the cusp of your ear. When you turned around to catch his eye, they were huge and staring right down at your cleavage. All on the view for anyone to see. He swallowed hard, "Y/n, is that um… this is… you look good today." Reid mouth not really working.

You winked, and "Oh thank you sweetie." Then got back to work. You could feel Reid staring at you for a little bit longer. Then he was gone, and at his desk.

Your team members came in a constant flow. JJ, Emily, Garcia, Rossi, and Derek. You caught everyone attention. JJ, Emily, and Garcia surrounding you at your desk. "You got a hot date after work?" Emily asked. You rolled your eyes, "Oh I know… she's trying to make someone jealous." JJ whispered. Your cheeks went hot with embrassement. "Lookin' good Y/n." Derek said as he passed. All three looked at me.

"Derek?" All questioned, but I could feel the heat radiating off of Reid. "We've got a case, met in the conference room in ten." The girls and I continued to talk, but the sound of heavy steps and growling from being me caught my attention.

"Reid? Is everythign alright?" I asked innocently, his jaw sharp and warning eyes. "Yup, everything is just fine." "What's up with him?Emily asked as we all watched him walk towards the conference room.

From that point on the four of you walk towards the conference room. You always sat next to Reid, but today you deciced that you would rather sit across from him. Derek was next to Reid, Rossi next to Derek, Hotch next Rossi, Hotch was next to me. JJ was on the other side of me, Garcia sat next to her, and Emily was to the other side of Reid.

I stared willingfully at Reid the entire time. Shifting myself every so often so that my breasts would bluge out of the restricting fabric catching the staring eye of Reid. And as he tried desperatly to not look at me directly. I played footies with him underneath the table.

My heels slipping off my stocking covered feet, and up his slack covered legs. The further my feets inched up his thighs the harder his face got to covering up the hot blush that hit his cheeks all at once.

The further i went up his thigh, the tighter the fabric of his slacks got. The direct eye contact was hard to keep when Reid kept looking down in his lap. His hands shifted down under the table. "Are you alright Specner?" Hotch asked from next to me. I didn't stop not even has his eyes begged me to. "Yeah he is looking at flush, are you sick?" I asked. His hand landed on my ankle squeezzing tightly.

Clearing his thoart, "Yeah I'm fine just a little hot in here is all." He muttered, Garcia was almost done anyways. "Okay, just. Y/n do you mind checking him out before we get ready to leave." "No probelm Hotch." I said sweetly. Garcia was done in a matter of moments, and stocking covered feet were back in their heels.

I waited for everyone to exist the conference room. "Are you feeling alright?" I asked sweetly, walking over to his seat. "Oh, don't even start with that shit honey. You knew exactly what you were doing. Getting me all rallied up in front of everyone else with that fucking shirt, and your sweet little movement." He said in a hushed voice.

"What are you gonna do about it baby?" You hushed back to him. "You'll have to wait for that later." He said tapping your ass as he got up and existed the conference room.

Completed on: 07/01/23

Posted on: 10/11/23

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ͜　ㅤㅤㅤㅤ/you can't undo what happened ㅤ 𓌔ㅤㅤ♰ ㅤdescriptionㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤwhere aaron hotchner , derek morgan , and alex blake were still on the teamw ehn specner was imprisoned - and they won't let him isolate ㅤwhumptoberㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤday three ; wrongfully arrested , set up for failure .

ㅤmain pairㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤspencer reid , aaron htochner , alex blake , derek moran ㅤao3 linkㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤclick here !

ㅤtagsㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤangst , hurt , slight comfort . ㅤwarningsㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤspoilers for season twelve . ㅤword countㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤ1.5k

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It was strange how quickly a person could become desensitised to their surroundings. Spencer Reid never thought he would get used to the dim and sterile lighting of the prison cell hall, or the distant clanking of metal doors and card swipe beeping, but eventually they became something integrated in his mind, things that became a part of his reality without him fully realising it.

He didn’t think he would end up here, didn’t think he would ever find himself on the same side of the cell as the people he works against, but now in his isolation he couldn’t help but think that he isn’t much better than them. That may be along the way, they rubbed off on him until he became more monster than man. 

He didn’t expect anyone to stay; not after what happened in Mexico. He knows how damning it looked, the amount of evidence stacked against him, he wouldn’t hold it against them if they move him to the back of their mind, only bringing him up as the ‘co-worker that lost his mind’. They had too much to lose if they tried to defend him. It doesn’t matter that he would kick tooth and nail for any of them, he doesn’t expect the same back. 

He picked at the scab building up on his thigh, pausing it’s healing once again and closed his eyes as he thought about all the overwhelming things that have happened to him. He never had an issue with his memory, and it’s one of his biggest fears, so when there were blanks in his memory, he could argue that it was worse than being wrongfully arrested. 

The worst part of it all, he thinks, is the connection that was fraying with them. Mostly on his own part, he will admit, after they travel so far during visitation and he refuses to show. He couldn’t let them see him like this, he isn’t even a shell of his old self, he is a completely different person. He couldn’t have them worry about him, he doesn’t think he could handle their caring looks. Looks he doesn’t deserve.

It doesn’t matter that he was manipulated and drugged, it was still his fault at the end of the day for going to Mexico. 

Life became the same quickly and he stopped trying to distinguish Mondays from Tuesdays. Well, it should’ve been, until he went to meet up with his lawyer and saw three extra people then there should have been in the room. 

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Aaron Hotchner has seen a lot in his time not only as a Unit Chief, but also as a Lawyer. He has seen people succumb to the worst part of themselves, and he can’t stand to see Spencer like that. That’s why he nearly opted out of being one of the three to visit him. It was hard to get the prison onboard for even one private visitor, nevermind three. Still, with a bunch of convincing and push on their side, it was allowed.

He could see it in Spencer's eyes when he noticed them. He walked in originally with his head down, hands cuffed and it was only when he looked up and saw the abnormally did his face show emotion, a whole range of emotions flashed by quickly, too fast for Hotch to exactly put a finger on any of them.

He stood still, as if he was waiting for permission to move, as if it was a whole restraint trick on him. But it wasn’t, and Alex seemed to have given him that permission when she opened her hands towards him, which he was quick to collapse into. And just like that, a body of 6’1’’ crumbled right down into the hands of a 5’6’’ one. It was silent for a few minutes and Aaron hated to be the one to break it, but they have a time limit for how long they are allowed to be there and he doesn’t want to push their luck much further.

Aaron didn’t have to break the moment though, not when Morgan spoke up instead. “Hey, pretty boy,” he said in an attempt to make out some sort of normalcy in this situation, despite the light words though, Hotch could see the pain on Derek’s face. Spencer eventually left the hug, though he didn’t stray much from Alex’s side. Aaron has worked with Spencer long enough to read him, even though it has become so much harder now. 

He could tell that Reid’s mind was racing (as always), trying to process why they were here, why they hadn't abandoned him. As if they would ever abandon him. Eventually he spoke up, voice raw as if he hasn’t spoken in days and Hotch isn’t sure if that’s too far from the truth. “You shouldn’t be here.” He glanced down at his hands, cuffs clinking against the metal table. His wrists were bruised, the evidence of his captivity painfully clear. 

Hotch wasn’t really sure what he could say, because Spencer is right in his own wrong way. They shouldn’t be, it’s against protocol and guidelines. “We are going to get you out of here, Spencer. Whatever it takes,” he said with an arm on the younger’s shoulder, something he did a lot in Reid’s younger years in the BAU, and when the dim light shines right, Aaron can still see the young twenty-something year old there. 

“You can’t undo what happened. You all saw the evidence. It’s airtight. I’m–I’m... guilty.” Spencer wasn’t really focusing on them, and his voice doesn’t even sound like his own. In a sick way, Aaron feels responsible for all of this. Maybe he should’ve told Gideon to calm down on their new agent and wait a few years, maybe he should’ve been a better support pillar, maybe he should’ve helped more. 

“You didn't do this. We know that, man.” Morgan once again cut in while Hotch was in his head. “We know it’s wrong. This will be over soon.” Derek was always more of a nihilist than an optimist, but maybe he is changing his views for their youngest member. Spencer’s heart hammered in his chest. His throat tightened as he fought back the tears that were threatening to spill. When was the last time he was spoken to as human ? When was the words he said listened to ?

“They won’t even let me call my mother” Spencer whispered, his voice cracking. He didn’t mean to say it, but the words slipped out, raw and unfiltered. He was unravelling, days of being nothing more than a number and a crime had him desperate to share all his secrets it seems,  “They wouldn’t let me call her, and now– now she probably thinks I’ve abandoned her too.”

Of course, even after everything, his number one concern was Diane. Alex continued to rub her hand up and down his back, a sort of comfort he probably haven’t had in weeks. “I’ve been in contact with her. She knows you didn’t abandon her, and she is being cared for.” She reassured. 

“You are family, Reid.” Hotch finally spoke up. His voice was steady, but tense in hopes not to let too much of the emotion beneath the surface show. “We don’t abandon family.” Spencer shook his head, his chest tightening. He didn’t know how to explain it to them—the guilt, the shame, the overwhelming sense that this was his fault. No matter what they said, no matter how much they believed in him, it didn’t change the fact that he was trapped in this hellhole because of his own mistakes.

“I– I don’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut, his face scrunching alongside the action. “I don’t know how to get out of this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared.” The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. They could’ve guessed as much, anyone would be if they were in Reid’s situation, but still.

Derek was the first to move. He placed a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “I know you are,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “But you’re not alone. We’re going to fight this. We’re going to fight for you, no matter how long it takes.” He repeated what Hotch said, wanting to make sure Spencer understood that. The prisoner’s eyes darted from Derek to Alex to Hotch. They had more faith in him than he had in himself, looking at him with a sense of love that he convinced himself he had lost. “We’re going to get you home.” Blake said and the concept of home felt so foreign to Spencer now. But by the way Alex said it, it was like they still believed he had a place there in the BAU. Like they still believed he was part of something much bigger than this prison, this nightmare.

[koithelittle]

hiii !! i’m koi or con, my pronouns are he/him, im gay n demiaroace and trans!!

i may be new to the agere community but i’ve been using tumblr and writing for years !! so in those terms I'm familiar w it. I'll probably write some agere fics from time to time, drabbles, headcanons and stuff!! leaning to x reader stuff- little!reader a good bit- cg! specner reid, Harvey sdv and wilbur soot mostly as well!!

ive been unknowingly regressing for years to cope with some childhood trauma and being kinda encouraged to be overly independent idk what ages I tend to regress at yet since I haven't felt safe enough to intentionally regress on my own- but I know sometimes I get into the mindset of a 15 year old, despite almost being 18-

anyways, that's enough about me, I'll post more and maybe make other stuff too! :)

[hotchisdaddy]

Sorry for my absence but it’s time for one of my lengthy over analyzation rants about a single CM scene!

Okay so, I walked in on CM playing on TV and there was a great moment in the show (not sure, but I think the episode was 2.20 “Honor Among Thieves”). So Reid, Gideon, and another agent/ sheriff/ other law enforcement officer (again, not sure) were standing in front of a bunch of houses when Reid calls Garcia to ask about stuff (I don’t remember what) when at the end of the call Garcia signed out by calling Reid “Agent G Junior”! I can’t with how cute Garcia’s relationship with every character on the show is, oh my fucking god. Then, the best part, after the call when Garcia just hung up Reid repeated “Agent G Junior” in a quiet and confused voice, like a “what...?” kinda tone. And those of you who are new to the show or just in general do not understand, Garcia had literally said the Reid was like Gideon’s son, a statement which brings me to my next point. It’s difficult to deny that Gideon, Hotch, and Rossi provided parental roles to Reid throughout the show. Here’s how I put it where it makes the most sense to me, Gideon was like the father figure and Hotch was like the mother figure, and then when Rossi joined, Rossi became the mother figure and Hotch became the father figure. These maternal and paternal roles were especially prevalent when it came to the young Dr. Reid. Hell, in and early season (specifically 1.9 “Derailed”)  Elle while leaning on a car next to Reid called Gideon “Dad” when he walked by, Gideon then responded “Don’t call me dad” to which Elle talking only to Spencer said “I wonder how he’d feel about ‘mom’?”. 

[sailorjupitersworld]

Coffee and Confessions (Pt. 2)

Spencer Reid x Reader

Plot/Summary: No matter where you were, whether you were working a case or just at the BAU, Spencer always brings you your coffee in the morning. Ever since the team called you two out, it’s been a little awkward. That doesn’t stop your morning ritual though.

Warnings: Some swearing, graphic description of gore and stuff.

a/n- SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. I FEEL BAD SO IF YOU HATE ME I UNDERSTAND. :p

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You pulled your jacket tighter as your feet sunk through the 4-foot layer of snow. You’d packed your warmest clothes but even those weren’t warm enough.  It was at least 25 degrees and it didn’t seem to be getting any warmer.

The crime scene you were currently attending with Prentiss and Morgan looked like a massacre had taken place. Far out in the woods in a secluded area. It was probably a miracle it had even been found.

Dark red seeped through the innocent white that lay upon the ground. The imprint of each body still fresh. The bodies had been moved long ago and

This unsub was taking people in groups holding them for a week before taking them into the forest and slitting their throats. Multiple stab wounds and defensive wounds had riddled the bodies.

“Six bodies. How can our unsub abduct so many people in a town with such a low population, abduct six people?” Morgan thought aloud.

You shook your head and let out a breath, “Well, according to what the deputy just told us, four of these people were never even seen before.” 

“Out of all the stuff we’ve seen, I think this has to be the worst. We need to catch this guy before he strikes again.” Prentiss stated bitterly.

“Well let’s get back and see what the others have figured out.” Morgan made his way to the SUV, Emily and you following not too far behind.

“I just can’t wait to get inside. It’s so cold I think the icicles are growing icicles.” You deadpanned.

“I’d believe it.” Emily chuckled.

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You left the diner with three boxes of food in your hand and quickly headed to the station. When you arrived, you handed Hotch and Spencer a box each.

“I didn’t order anything, but thanks?” Hotch said furrowing his brow.

“Yeah, but Spence said you were here, so I just figured.” You shrugged. Spencer handed you the coffee and thanked you for the meal.

Derek had made everything between Spencer and you more awkward than it needed to be. You were still confused by what everyone had meant and when you attempted to ask, there’d just be a chuckle and the shake of a head.

The most you got out of anyone was Rossi. All he said was, “I may have been divorced three times, but I can tell when it’s in the air.”

You were quick to fill in the blank, but you couldn’t believe it. Did Spencer like you? How could he? There was no way. You were just some kid from (h/t) who worked for the FBI. He’s an absolute genius with a brain that could probably compete with Sherlock Holmes. It was probably just some stupid joke.

Shaking your head, you all sat there eating in silence as you looked back over the newest information you’d received. There were two more victims abducted and killed within 48 hours of the team’s arrival and now three more people were missing. This guy was incredibly fast and if the team didn’t find him soon, there’ll be a lot more casualties.

Within twenty minutes, everybody else filed in.

Morgan was on the phone, “Alright mama, you’re on speaker. Tell everybody what you just found.” He said and placed it on the table.

“Jack Owens, 35 lives alone, yet lives a seemingly normal life. Here’s where it gets sad, his parents were murdered in front of him during a home invasion. Mom’s throat slit dad was stabbed to death. 3 attempted suicides in the past two years.”

“Where is he now?” Hotch asked, rising from his seats. Everyone took that as a clue to get up as well.

“I’ve got a home and work address, sending it to you right now.”

“Garcia, I love you.” You said happily. “Let’s go get this son of a bitch.”

“We need to be careful, this man is extremely unstable. There’s no telling what he’ll do. Morgan, (L/n), Reid and I will take the home address. The rest of you take the work.” Hotch explained before making his way out of the station.

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You pulled your Kevlar vest on as you exited the car. This meant you’d have to take off your coat and freeze, but if you could save these people it was worth it.

Quickly you ran up the drive way, following behind Hotch and Morgan with Spencer standing close by next to you. Policemen and paramedics were standing outside, waiting to be told what to do.

“Jack Owens! FBI open up!” Morgan shouted, waiting for a second to see if there’d be a response. When there wasn’t one, he kicked the door down swiftly.

You headed up the stairs cautiously as Hotch took the living room, Morgan the kitchen, and Spencer the two rooms downstairs. “Clear!” being shouted from each space.

Opening the door to one of the bedrooms, your eyes widened at the sight before you. There before you sat the two captives both beaten, bloody and unconscious. “I got them! I need a medic!” You exclaimed, relieved as you found a pulse on both.

You stepped out of the room to check the next room before you were tackled. The banister that was supposed to keep people from falling didn’t do you much good. It was now broken and the coffee table you had fallen upon splintered beneath you. The glass vase shattering under the weight of your back.

The breath swiftly knocked out of your lungs caused a hitch in your throat and a groan of pain left your lips. A fist connecting with your face brought you out of the minor haze that had come across your brain.

Throwing a punch back before throwing a swift kick to his nuts, you gained the upper-hand and pushed the rather large man off you. Yelping as you rolled to get away, the glass shifting deeper into your back, falling to your knees after a sharp pain radiated through your ankle.

Spencer ran to your aid and Morgan was quick to grab the man and cuff him.

“I need a medic!” Exclaimed Spencer as he attempted to shift you.

You cried out and shook your head, “N-no Spence. Those two need medical attention more than I do. I-I can walk.”

“No, you can’t (Y/n). You need stay here.”

“Spencer, just help me walk to one of the ambulances.”

Hotch was quick to come to your side, moving your arm around his shoulder carefully as Spencer did the same. Wincing, you attempted to stay off your ankle as much as possible. “You think I broke it?” You asked.

“I’m not that kind of doctor (N/n).” Spencer joked.

Chuckling, you shook your head as the two men led you out of the house.

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You sat on the jet, tired and sore. Your back still throbbing and ankle wrapped. It was sprained and extremely painful. Reaching into your go bag, you pulled out a bottle of aspirin and knocked back two.

Spencer slid into the seat across from you and tossed you (favorite candy).

“Thanks Spence.” You smiled.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked.

“Like I got hit with a bus.” You sighed. “But I’ll be alright.”

Spencer nodded, “When we get back, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out? We could order a pizza and marathon whatever show you want?” He asked, his hazel eyes looking at you with hope.

A soft smile crossed your features, “Oh Spence, I think I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time you had said these words to each other, but red found it’s way onto both of your faces. “I-I mean… Oof. You know what I meant.” You said, hiding your face in your hands.

Spencer cleared his throat, “I think… I think I love you too.” He said nervously.

Your head snapped up in disbelief, “You do?”

“Yeah, I do.” Smiling at you hesitantly.

“Finally!” Rossi exclaimed from the other group of seats.

“Took you guys long enough!” Laughed JJ.

Prentiss pulled out a twenty from her back pocket before handing it to Hotch, everyone else doing the same.

“Did you guys bet on us!?” Spencer exclaimed.

“Sure did. Jack has a field trip on Friday. He’ll love having 80 dollars to buy knick-knacks.”

“I honestly can’t even be mad at you, I just feel mad respect right now.” You shrugged.

A laugh escaped everyone’s lips.

Turning back to Spencer you just smiled, “Ready for Netflix and pizza?” The jet was coming close to landing.

He smiled back sweetly, “It’s a date.”

[writersblockedx]

Crashing

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Summary - It just so happens that girl's night is taking place at Y/n and Spencer's favourite restaurant. Warnings - None, I don't think! Words - 1.2K

Masterlist

Spencer wassn't one to be cocky. He wasn't one to show off to those around him. He also adored the idea of privacy. Something which was difficult with his nosy co-workers who craved every speckle of his current life activities. So, somehow, somewhere along the lines, his new girlfriend had slipped through their attention.

Derek had made a quick jab at some of the marks which painted his neck, but he never asked many questions other than mocking the young boy. So you had been kept a secret. Something of which Spencer was silently grateful for. As much as he would adore for you to meet Garcia and the rest of the team, to have something so tranquil separated from the violence and chaos which encompassed his work was nice. And he strived to keep it that way for as long as possible.

A weekend following a tough case had been in need of time together. Something of which had involved a fancy restaurant, an even fancier dress, two chairs facing each other, plates of expensive food and captivating conversation. "And then, of course, the printer had to break." You had huffed, in the middle of a very mundane story that the FBI agent across from you probably couldn't relate to.

Specner was about to let out a chuckle, his drink hovering over his lips when such a tranquil atmosphere had become bombarded. "Spencer?" A squeaky voice called, excitement written in their tone.

The boy tensed. He could barely glance to you before he turned in his chair, spotting Garcia as she rushed over from the bar side of the restaurant. Of course, he recalled, girl's date. They had been getting ready for it all week...only they failed to mention they were going to be drinking at Y/n and Spencer's favourite restaurant. And now any idea of privacy and keeping such a solace situation away from his other life seemed impossible.

"Garcia," He pushed out a smile that came off just as awkward as he felt. "Hi."

Her eyes were straight over to the girl sitting across from him. You were sat like a bunny in the lions den, a slight grin which was nothing compared to the smile that was shining across Garcia. "And who is this lovely girl?" The woman asked.

You leaned over, offering your hand for her to shake. "Y/n," You introduced. Garcia took it in a rush, an exaggerated shake following. "You must be Garcia," You glanced to Spencer and raised a brow, "Right?" You wanted to be certain. From the description Spencer had given you of all his team, the pretty, bright lady in front of you did best to fit it.

Spencer had given you a nod. And just as Garcia was about to open her mouth again, start to nag at you to find out who you in fact were to Spencer, the other two girls trailed along. In a similar fashion, they stopped, took a glance at the couple in the midst of a date and their eyes widened. "Oh," Slipped from Emily's lips first. At least you assumed it was Emily with her straight black hair.

You let out a breath like it were fresh air. "Hi," You sighed as if the tension around the group wasn't building.

Finally, Spencer stepped in. "Erm, this is Y/n," He looked between you and the girls who were all just as shocked as each other. "My girlfriend."

That had really left them stunned. They each could barely mumble words. At the time, a jumble of hi, nice to meet you, was said, ignoring the very thick tension which was suffocating the air around them. And so, just as quickly as they had crowded the table, they left. Their voices muttering and whispering, each asking if the other was aware. The three girls came to the quick conclusion that Spencer Reid had in fact been keeping this girlfriend of his a secret from them.

The Monday after followed the consequences of Spencer's actions. No one had said anything so far. For that he was partly grateful, but he assumed this was the calm before the storm. He assumed right. By the time he made it into the conference room, he knew he was in for it. He made sure he was the last in. And for the very first time, the whole team was sat around the table in silence.

Spencer didn't say anything at first. Rather, he wandered into his own seat, glancing at the file in front of him. Still, no one said anything.

The boy peered up, finding all eyes on him. A huff escaped his lips, "What?" He questioned, thinking maybe he could play this dumb.

Another moment of silence followed. One of which could only be broken by Penelope Garcia. "You have a girlfriend?" She was drooling in offensive, a sort of sense of betrayal that had evoked some sympathy from Spencer.

He looked over at the rest of the team who were just as eagerly waiting for an answer as Garcia was. "You weren't really meant to find out." He muttered, avoiding eye contact at any moment.

JJ leaned forward, her brows twisting, "You weren't going to tell us?" She scoffed.

Spencer seemed to only be able to shrug, "You never asked." And like that, he seemed to sink back into his seat.

Another awkward moment passed before Emily finally spoke up, "Well I say it's about time."

Spencer's head turned to her, "What?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"It's about time you finally get a girlfriend." She reiterated.

Morgan, who Spencer had been most anxious over, finally added into the conversation. "I thought it was a joke when Garcia told me."

"Hey!" The young boy snapped in response.

"What was her name again?" He questioned, ignoring the irritation laced in Spencer's tone.

"And what exactly does she do for a living?" Emily added.

Something which seemed to start a trend in the piling questions, "Do she live with you?" Garcia had said, sitting upright in a sudden excitement for him.

"How long have you even been together?" JJ asked.

And with the many questions, Spencer seemed to not even be able to answer one of them. Luckily for him, just as they had been asked, Rossi came to save him the stress. "How about we just be happy for the kid?" He suggested, leant back in his chair with one brow raised at the rest of the team.

That within itself had done well to shut them up. And, for the first time since Spencer had entered the room, Hotch finally spoke up. "Now, Garcia?" The woman tensed, expecting some comment about personal and work lives. "The case?" She relaxed - as had Spencer. The privacy of his own life would return to the backburner as the woman stood, ready to lead the meeting.

By the time she had started talking, everyone had long forgotten about the grilling they were giving him. And when Specner caught glance of Hotch, he gave the younger man a wink, silently telling him that it was okay. Maybe it hadn't been ideal, but suppose this was one way to introduce his co-workers to the girl in his life.

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

“I can’t believe you’re allowed to take the jet wherever you want.” “I’m not usually, but they made an exception for your birthday.”

[schrijverr]

Shuffle the Odds

Specner is a Vegas boy, who's game is poker, no matter what others might believe. The team slowly catches onto it.

Following Spencer from when he started at the BAU till season 7 with poker as red thread.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Reid's shit childhood, a bit about his drug problem, gambling and abandonment issues

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Most think of Spencer’s game as chess. It’s a mathematical thinking game associated with intellect that he is known to play, so it isn’t a strange assumption to make. But chess has always been Gideon’s game, Reid just plays it with him.

You see, Spencer’s game is poker.

Poker for Spencer is good and bad memories tied up in a strange combination of behavioral studies, Math and high stakes.

He remembers the first time he played the game. He was seven at the time and his father’s poker table was one man short of the usual, so his father had jokingly said: “Spencer can play in Jack’s place.”

It got some laughs, but Spencer hadn’t realized it was a joke and simply replied: “It doesn’t look that hard.”

That got even more laughs, except for his father, who got a glint in his eyes as he said: “Sit down, Spencer. Here, I’ll bet he can kick all our asses. A hundred bucks, who’s in?”

One of the guys had asked Spencer if he had ever played before and Spencer had dutifully told him he had not. So, bet’s were placed and they told Spencer the rules. His father was a couple hundred bucks richer and his parents fought that night.

Still, he often played poker with his dad. One of the few god things they did together before he left, after which Spencer forgot about the game until he was sixteen.

At sixteen, his mother was doing even worse than she was seven years ago and the savings she had from her job were running low as Spencer tried to put himself through college for the so manieth time.

He had done tutoring jobs, but those weren’t enough to live on and now he was old enough to pass with a fake ID and maybe some make-up. So, he remembered the game he played with his father and the money that exchanged hands.

Spencer will always be a Vegas boy at heart.

Thus began his stints withsemi-illegal poker strategy anda confirmed illegal ID as he slowly worked his way through the casino’s in his hometown. He knew it was bad, but it was also profitable and he was finally able to save up for the medical center for his mom. And as long as no one found out, he still had a future.

Still, all of that isn’t something you tell your employer, especially if your employer is the FBI and you’re just starting out on a new team, trying to get the respect your age doesn’t grantyou.

So, he doesn’t start out his new job by saying: Hi, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid and I’m banned from most casino’s in Las Vegas, Laughlin and Pahrump. And instead just awkwardly stumbles over a statistic about germs as he avoids shaking hands.

Gideon knows, of course. He actually ran into the man after a lecture in his psychology courses at a casino-hotel Gideon was staying inat the time. But Spencer played it off as just it being a first time, one-off thing and Gideon pretended to believe him.

They never really spoke of it and the two always played Gideon’s game. Chess. It is the game the others in the BAU know him to play and Spencer is more than fine with that.

However, hiding things while working with a team trained to figure things out off the faintest clues isn’t easy and being a prolific poker player slips through the cracks.

It’s on his third case with the BAU that it happens. They’ve just caught a serial killer in Montana and are flying back. Before Spencer can hide himself in a book like he’s always done, Derek callsout: “Hey, Reid, you’re a Vegas boy, right?”

Spencer has to guess whether Derek found out about his past and it’s a trap or if the other agent is trying to befriend him. In case it is the latter, he doesn’t want to lie, because if he’s going to work with these people, he at least wants to be on good terms with them. Cautiously, he replies: “Yes, I suppose so.”

“So, you play cards?” Derek asks and it’s phrased like a genuine question, but Spencer distrusts the whole thing even more.

He looks to Gideon for answers, but the man is flipping through a case file and isn’t paying attention. Seems Spencer has to figure this one out by himself. “I know how to play,” he settles on, knowing the game isn’t an admission to anything, right?

“Hell yeah, kid. Finally,” Derek grins and it doesn’t seem like a trap, but just excitement. So, Spencer relaxes slightly as Derek says: “No one ever wants to play. Here sit down and I’ll deal. You know poker, right?”

Spencer nods as he sits down. He still looks around, just in case. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting, maybe for Hotch the suddenly jump up and accuse him of being a criminal, however unlikely.

JJ dissipates that fear when she snorts: “The only reason none of us want to play with you is because you’re insufferable when you play poker.”

“I am not,” Derek complains. “Reid here doesn’t think so, right, kid?”

“Uhm, no?” Spencer answers quietly, not wanting to ignore Derek, but also not wanting to pick a side between the two agents, who have been on this team longer than him.

“See,” Derek says to JJ as he deals, she just shakes her head and goes back to her report. Once he’s done dealing, Derek throws him a packet of pretzels and informs him that those are the chips they’ll be playing with.

They play four games and Spencer lets Derek win three of them. It’s at that moment that Gideon looks up from his book and decides for fuck Spencer over by saying: “You don’t have to let him win, Reid. He’s cocky enough as is.”

“Hold up,” Derek exclaims indignantly. “He is not letting me win, okay. I’m just good at poker, which is why you’re too scared to play with me. You don’t need to coddle him, he can handle loosing a few rounds of poker against me.”

Now everyone is looking at Spencer, who is decidedly not saying anything, already regretting his decision to agree to a few rounds of poker. He should have just played the nerdy doctor card and pretended he didn’t know, before hiding away again.

“I’m not afraid to play poker with you,” Gideon says. “I just don’t think it’s worth my time.”

“Oh really?” Derek shoots back and it’s 100% a challenge.

“Yes, really,” and Gideon sadly isn’t someone, who lets things go. “I’ll play with you and Reid right now and I want to bet that the kid will wipe the floor with both of us.”

Spencer is suddenly transported to his old living room, with his father and his friends surrounding a poker table. He blinks and Derek and Gideon both look at him to see if he agrees. Awkwardly he says: “I don’t know. I could probably beat you, but counting cards is looked down upon and I can’t turn my brain off enough for me not to do it, so I’ll have an unfair advantage.”

“No, man, poker is about body language and reading clues,” Derek tells him. “Profiling beats Math when it comes to poker. Play your best, I’ll beat you both.”

And with that it’s decided and the cards aredealt again.

The whole game Spencer is not only calculating the cards, but also what his best move is. He doesn’t want to disappoint Gideon, but he also doesn’t want any scrutiny on his poker playing skills, so he has to find away do avoid both.

In the end, he decides he can spout something about Math that will bore Derek and make it seem like it’s just theory that made him good. Besides being good at poker, doesn’t mean having been banned throughout casino’s inthree towns before you were the legal age to gamble. That isn’t a connection one would make.

So, he wins and watches nervously as Gideon gives Derek a smirk, who frowns: “Could just be lucky. It happens, sometimes cards are against you.”

“Then deal again,” Gideon tells him, which the other does with a huff.

Spencer wins again and then again, feeling a bit like the party trick he used to be at office parties his dad had as Hotch and JJ come to watch while Spencer wipes the floor with the othersat poker over and over again, much to Derek’s frustration.

“I give up,” he finally says, throwing his hands up. “You win. Happy?”

“Very much so,” Gideon grins, before going back to his report like nothing has happened.

Spencer doesn’t really know what to do. Gideon thinks it’s over, so do Hotch and JJ, but Derek is still looking out the window, slightly putout. The whole goal was to befriend the other agent, but instead he just made him upset. Softly, he says: “I’m sorry.”

Derek looks up at him in surprise, eyes softening when he sees the young agent. He smiles gently and says: “I’m not mad, promise. No need for sorry.”

“But I-”

“I can handle loosing a bit of poker,” Derek quirks a brow and Spencer feels stupid about what he was insinuating. “And I get going along with Gideon, he loves his tricks, wouldn't want him to turn on me.” Derek winks at that and Spencer, for the first time in his life, is included in a mutual joke and brightens.

It dims slightly again as he says: “I didn’t let you win, because I thought you’d be a sore looser.”

“Then why did you?” Derek asks, no judgment in his voice.

Spencer shrugs, before confessing: “People generally don’t like it when someone beats them at something they’re good at. I- I have- A lot of people are less nice when you disprove something they believe, especially if you’re younger.”

He doesn’t like being vulnerable, but he does really like this job and this team, who have only taken him seriously and appreciated him ever since he got there. If it gets to stay that way, he’s prepared to make a sacrifice.

And it pays off too, because Derek face turns into something understanding an Spencer is grateful when he doesn’t ask further, just starts shuffling the cards as he says: “You gonna show me how you did that? One day. One day and I’ll use your tricks against you.”

“We’ll see,” Spencer smiles, picking up his cards. Yeah, this team is worth it.

Slowly, he gets integrated into the BAU until he knows them all as well as family. Elle joins them and he likes her. She isn’t a huge poker player, but she seems to get amusement out of watching Spencer beat Derek on the plane.

At one point, she says: “We should take you to Vegas, earn some money.”

It’s meant as a joke, Derek laughs, but Spencer freezes slightly. When Derek notices, he immediately asks: “You okay, Reid?”

Spencer knows he can’t very well tell Derek: ‘No, I was suddenly gripped by the fear that you would uncover my illegal gambling and I froze,’ so he smiles and answers: “I’m fine. Just hadn’t realized Elle didn’t know I’m from Vegas. It’s quite a strange thing to hear someone joke about taking you to your hometown.”

That gets the two of them off his back as Elle makes another joke about him having poker genes, but Derek’s gaze stays on him.

Still, the incident is forgotten and life goes on.

When they’re attacked by Randall Garner, Spencer fears for a moment that he’ll use it as leverage against him. It never happens and he later realizes that his mom doesn’t even know what he did for them and that it just slipped his mind in the stress of the case and fear.

Yet the attack sets in motion the reasoning and actions that lead to Elle leaving and Spencer knows he’s going to miss her so much. She’s the first to leave since he’s gotten to the team and he is suddenly reminded of how much is sucks when someone you care about goes.

He still calls her and she still asks if he has beaten Derek at poker recently, but it isn’t the same.

Her replacement is one Emily Prentiss. Spencer is usually a nice, welcoming person, but he has been kidnapped recently and the drugs are still messing with his system and Elle’s departure is still raw.

So, he’s hostile towards her. He doesn’t like her. She tries to befriend him, replace someone he’s missing and he wants to escape both her and the loss.

It’s only when he finds himself at a casino in Quantico, trying to win the extra off the book cash needed to buy the drugs, that he knows he has to stop. He has worked hard to get where he is in the FBI at his age and he finally has a family. Sure, one member has gone, but the others were still there. He isn’t going to ruin that.

He leaves the casino that night and gets sober. It’s a struggle and he isn’t any nicer to Prentiss throughout his withdrawal period.

Derek tries to get him to play, but he doesn’t react. He knows it worries him, but he can’t help but see that casino again and all the casino’s before that and he can’t bring himself. So, he watches, almost from afar as Prentiss says: “I play.”

“Okay,” Derek nods as he starts to shuffle, but his eyes trail over Spencer and he isn’t as enthusiastic.

Prentiss proves to be a good match and Spencer knows that in another time, he’ll have enjoyed playing with her and bullying Derek together, but he can’t bring himself now.

Still, it gets better, for a while. He stays sober and redeems himself as a normal, okay and nice person for Emily, who is also much nicer than he first treated her. She fits in with them all, despite her sometimes distant position. Not that he blames her for that, he knows a defense for abandonment when he sees it. Just because he clings, doesn’t mean, he isn’t aware of the other coping mechanisms.

Then Gideon leaves.

If Elle’s departure has hit him, this punches him in the face and kicks him when he’s down. Gideon is the closest thing he has to a father and the man walking out is too familiar.

It hurts.

He plays chess intensely until he can’t look at a chess board without wanting to throw in across the room. So, when Derek and Emily are playing on the plane again, he says: “Hey, deal me a hand too.”

When Derek smiles a proper smile at him, he feels the weight of Gideon’s departure lighten. Poker is Spencer’s game, he has tied it to good memories with family, no matter how it ends, for years and he isn’t going to stop now.

Emily, at this point, has never seen him play and cockily jokes: “I would worry, Reid. No offense, but I’ve been wiping the floor with Morgan here and my Sin to Win weekends have prepared me for this showdown.”

Spencer wants to counter it, but he sees a mischievous glint in Derek’s eyes as he subtly shakes his head. With Derek he doesn’t feel like a circus trick, but just someone in on the joke after Emily’s cocky statement, which is very reminiscent of Derek’s.

“We’ll see,” is all he says as he sits down. JJ looks up and shakes her head fondly and Hotch looks up then away with the hint of a smile. The only one who looks up curiously is Rossi, who is even newer than Emily and the only other one, who has never seen Spencer play.

He has to admit that Emily is one lucky lady in her draws, but even her luck is mathematically predictable. Especially because she pushes her tongue against the inside of her teeth, which you can see in her jaw, whenever she’s lucky.

Ah, the beauty of behavior andMath.

Spencer beats her and Derek laughs, prompting her to demand a rematch. After five more games, in which, admittedly, she has beat him once and almost twice, she is suitably impressed. Still, she turns to Derek and accuses: “You knew, you fucking dick.”

Derek just laughs and says: “Everyone has to learn the hard way about Reid and poker, okay. If he weren’t already a Vegas boy, I would bring him to start my pension for me.”

That makes Emily laugh and Spencer can also manage a chuckle. Derek thinks him too much ofa doctor for him to realize. It’s all good and he can also laugh at the absurdity that it happened to him, even if the others only laugh at the possibility.

After that it becomes sort of a thing. He, Derek and Emily play poker on the way home from cases and slowly the pain of Gideon leaving disappears as he grows closer to both Emily and Rossi.

At some point, Hotch comments that he remembers Rossi being a poker player, but Rossi holds up his hands and replies: “I’ve seen the blood in the water with them, I’m not swimming with the sharks.”

“You scared, old man?” Derek jokes.

“Of you? No. Of them? Absolutely.” Rossi tells him, making the whole team laugh as well as make Spencer feel a strange sort of pride. As if his poker is an admirable skill, instead of something he’s ashamed about.

He never talks of poker outside the plane rides and no one pushes him. Emily will mention her Sin to Win weekends from time to time, insinuating that Spencer is invited, should he want to come, but he never takes her up on it.

Poker is reserved for the plane. A winding down from stressful cases that is carefully separated from the ground, both in his personal life and professional life. Despite the inaccuracy in the metaphor, he doesn’t see the need to wave a red cape in front of a bull’s eyes. No need to invite conversation where it might lead to an uncomfortable one.

Still, he is Dr. Spencer Reid and life never truly goes his way.

They have been in Las Vegas before on a case, even stayed in a Casino. It was back when Spencer tried to arrest his father, but Spencer wasn’t recognized by anyone, probably since he hadn’t been back in years and it wasn’t one he was hard banned.

He isn’t as lucky this time.

Spencer doesn’t even realize until they pull up. He usually checks with JJ where they go, he does it to every city to check up on the motels to know how much he’ll have to prepare for the grossness, but having been called out of bed in the middle of the night for a series of brutal murders with another one imminent, it had slipped his mind.

So, when they come back from a day investigating to try and get a little bit of sleep before returning to the station, he is faced with The Mirage, a big name in Vegas, which had banned him withquite a scene that has made him terrified to ever return.

The others first don’t realize he pauses outside as he hesitates. If he walks in with Hotch, he isn’t likely to be stopped, but the way he was thrown out, doesn’t bode well for him. And if he just pauses long enough, he can go somewhere else without calling the team’s attention to the fact that he’s avoiding the casino and for what reasons that would be.

But before he can make up his mind, Derek notices. He looks back and frowns. “Hey, Reid, you okay, pretty boy?”

“I mean, yeah,” Spencer replies, already cringing at how out of character and suspicious it sounds.

Immediately the others stop and look back, all slightly concerned. Spencer’s eyes flick between them and the casino, still deliberating. With how closely they’re looking, it doesn’t go unnoticed and Hotch asks: “Is there a problem with the casino?”

Spencer scratches his nose and shrugs: “No, no, of course not.” He just has to hope that Hotch’s Hotch-ness will get him to his room and that him avoiding the gambling area will be enough to not get kicked out in front of everyone.

He practically hides behind Hotch, much to everyone’s amusement, even if it’s colored by confusion and concern about the behavior of their youngest member. Derek in particular is sending him glances with meaningful eyebrows that Spencer avoids in favor of looking if he is spotted by security yet. So far, so good.

They almost make it to the elevator too.

Spencer can almost touch the – probably incredibly germ-y –elevator button, when a Pit Boss, middle management on the floor, spots him. The woman yells: “Hey, you there. At the elevator, turn around.”

The whole team pauses, first unsure if she’s talking to them. Then they see how Spencer is frozen, before he turns slowly as they follow suit, confusion written all over their faces.

Of course Spencer recognizes the lady. Her name is Fiona Quinn and she was the one that threw him out, now already eleven years ago. He was seventeen at the time and had managed to piss off a visiting executive, who was assessing the staff.

She goes livid when she recognizes him. “Get out!” she screams. “Get out of this casino! You know very well you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Miss Quinn,” he starts trying to explain, “I’m not here to bet, I promise. I- I’m here for work and I didn’t book-”

“I don’t care for your excuses,” Fiona fumes. He remembers she was a Pit Boss back then too, probably on the cusp of a promotion that he had ruined for her.

Spencer cowers slightly under her rage and looks helplessly at Hotch, who steps in. He shows her his badge and says: “I’m SSA Hotchner, I’m with the FBI. Can you please tell me why you’re harassing one of my colleagues, who is trying to get to his room.”

That, if anything, makes her even more livid. “That little brat?” she shrieks. “Is he even old enough to be FBI or did you give you a fake ID too?”

Multiple eyebrows are raised as they look at Spencer, who makes a gesture that hopefully conveys: I know, I also don’t want to talk about it. It is what it is.

“Ma’am, I see you’re upset, but SSA Dr. Reid is only sleeping here. He did not even know we would be staying here until moments ago,” Hotch tries to calm her down.

“I don’t care,” Fiona says. “You may be FBI, but you’re not all powerful. He,” she points harshly at Spencer, “is banned here. For forever. He’s not allowed to set a foot in this establishment and should be glad the police let him off with a warning. The ban has not worn off, it was lifelong, not over after a decade.”

“We understand that, ma’am,” Hotch says gently. “But at this moment we just want to go to our rooms. We’re not here to gamble, just rest. We have to go back to a murder investigation in a few hours and we would like some rest. He won’t set foot in here after that, I promise, but can we please stay for the night we booked.”

Fiona regards them for a moment, suspicion in her eyes. However, she also seems to realize she has gained quite an audience and her movements are being watched. “Can I see your badge again, agent?” she asks.

Dutifully Hotch shows her his badge, but not without sending Spencer a look that tells him this will be discussed in length later.

She then looks at Spencer and disgust colors her features as she says: “And your badge, let me see it.” Spencer shows her, feeling very uncomfortable as she studies it. She hums: “So your name is Spencer Reid. I’ll update our ban with the proper name.”

He blushes and nods, apologizing for the inconvenience and mentally beating himself up for not just taking a nap at the police station or leaving the moment he saw where they were staying. But Fiona Quinn is satisfied with their badges and lets them go upstairs.

The elevator ride is quiet for a moment, then, just as Spencer thinks he might get away with staying silent, Hotch prompt: “So, Reid, care to explain what that was about?”

“Uhm, well,” Spencer starts, not really wanting to but knowing he can’t avoid it and praying they reach their floor before it can go somewhere. “You know. Stuff. Happened.”

Hotch slowly raises one brow and Spencer desperately tries not to meet his eyes. Derek elbows him and looks up in surprise. The man smirks, like he doesn’t believe Spencer could have done anything that bad, as he asks: “What did little Spencer do to get himself banned from a casino? Wild 21stbirthday or something?”

“Not- Not exactly,” Spencer answered. “More- well, uhm, can you all- I wouldn't want- It’s just-”

“Dr. Spencer Reid without words, that’s a first,” Emily noted. “Someone call the news.”

“Reid, at this point I think it’s better for you to tell us than for us to make our own assumptions,” Hotch tells him and that’s what pushes him over the edge, he knows what an active imagination can do.

“Promise not to tell the director?” he still checks.

Derek frowns and comments: “Damn, what did you do?”

“It was eleven years ago, alright,” Spencer defends himself before he realizes they can do the mental Math themselves.

“You would have been seventeen and definitely not allowed to be in here,” Hotch says pointedly.

“Kind of exactly that,” Spencer winces as the other’s explode. Still, he stupidly defends himself by saying: “But they didn’t throw me out because of that, they just tried to charge me, but they didn’t. I was fine. They let me off with a warning, sort of.”

“Reid,” Hotch is not looking happy.

Before Spencer can answer the elevator dings, they all get out, but no one moves to go to their rooms. In a last ditch effort to avoid answering for his past, Spencer says: “We should try to get some rest. We still have a case, remember?”

“Yeah, no, pretty boy,” Derek shakes his head. “Just tell us what happened that has gotten you a lifetime ban here.”

“I have more bans,” it slips out and he face palms, before explaining: “I count cards. I can’t help it, my brain does it automatically. I wouldn't have gotten caught if I had been more careful, I always make sure to loose enough rounds to not raise suspicion, but our electricity had gone out and me and my mom don’t do well without light. I just needed enough money for the bills, I didn’t know an executive would be there.”

He hates how he has a front row seat to the revelations on his team mates’ faces as they realize he illegally played poker throughout his youth, just to make sure he and his mom would survive. If it was just the illegal part, he would bea stupid teen, but now he’s just a sob story.

“But that’s over now,” he says, before anyone can pity him. “I don’t play for money anymore and I’ve never been caught. I know that doesn’t make up for it, but my record is clean, I swear, this was the only thing I did. Casino’s make 6 million dollars a year off gambling, they wouldn't miss one kid earning a bit off that.”

“I won’t tell,” Derek speaks up, he thinks it only fair having not mentioned his own past to the team until it got relevant.

Others nod their agreement and a knot loosens in Spencer’s chest. However, Hotch still has to decide and Spencer might still loose it all.

Everyone holds their breath.

“Seeing how far in the past it is and the circumstances, I do not see the need to notify the board,” the unit chief finally decides and Spencer lets out a big sigh of relief. “Now, Reid was right, we do still have a case. Everyone, get some rest.”

They don’t mention it again after that. The next night Spencer sleeps on the precinct couch, promising the others that it’s fine. They solve the case the day after that and are on the plane home in no time.

On the plane, Derek hesitates for a moment, then pulls out their deck of cards, before yelling: “Hey, pretty boy, just ‘cause you can’t play for money, doesn’t mean you’re getting out of this.”

Spencer is glad the other isn’t being weird about it and gladly goes to sit with him and Emily as they start the game.

They’re a few rounds in when Derek says: “Hey, Reid. All those times we joked about taking you to Vegas, huh?” Spencer nods to signal he knows what Derek is talking about. “How much were you laughing at us?”

The question honestly takes him by surprise and he honestly answers: “I didn’t. I was more scared you would connect the dots.”

“Are you banned just in Vegas?” Emily asks then.

“In the area, yeah,” Spencer answers, not seeing the need to list the three towns he’s not allowed to gamble in.

“So, I could still bring you to an Atlanta Sin to Win weekend?” Emily says.

Spencer laughs, he can’t believe she’s still trying that. He grins: “I think we’ll both get banned if I go and I don’t think you want that.”

“Damn, here I thought I got my future fortune,” Emily grins back.

And life goes on. It really isn’t a conversation topic and it gets mostly forgotten as more important things come at them that they need to focus on.

He hadn’t realized how forgotten until they’re in New Jersey, trying to track down a serial killer trying to get good luck. The whole case surrounded casino’s, but no one has turned to him to give him a look or make a dumb joke about it. They haven’t even asked if he knows anything that could help with the case, given his past.

Not that he has.

He’s seen people with rituals trying to get good luck, but he has personally never believed in it and hasn’t encountered something this extreme before. The only insight he could offer is to how a casino works, but that’s about it.

Still, he knew it would come up the moment he saw what the case is about and he’s more surprised it took this long.

They figured out what the unsub wants to win. A poker game. The buy in, 50,000 dollars. Spencer has seen more extreme, but never participated in those games, too risky when you’re technically not even allowed to be here, no matter how profitable.

However, he doesn’t offer himself as candidate. It seems unnecessary when they don’t even have the funds to be allowed to go in. As Rossi sarcastically points out: “I can’t imagine why not. We’re only asking for 50,000 bucks of taxpayer money so that FBI agents can play Texas Hold ‘Em.”

Spencer is about to agree they need another plan, when Emily says: “Hey, what about you?”

“What about me?” Rossi counters immediately.

“You could take us the buy-in,” Emily says.

And honestly, Spencer doesn’t see another option without people getting hurt, so he agrees: “Yeah, you’re a best-selling author.”

“No!” And Spencer can’t really blame Rossi, even if it would be better if the agent agrees with them.

“Why not?” Seems Emily agrees with Spencer on that.

“One, it’s against regulations,” Rossi points out, like they haven’t made rasher decisions in the past to catch a killer. “And I’d like to hold onto this job for a little while longer.”

“It’s a minor administrative violation,” JJ says, saying what Spencer is thinking.

“And two, I prefer to spend my money on actual things, like single-malt Scotch, a fine cigar, beautiful artwork,” Rossi counters further and it ishis money.

“Poker chips are things.” Not that that is deterring Emily in any way and Spencer is really coming up empty on alternative and backs her up: “Maybe just think of it as, like, a new experience. I mean, at your age, how often does that happen?”

“At my what.” Okay, so maybe not the best move.

“Rossi, this may be our only chance to get this guy.” Thank god for JJ and her people skills and quick thinking.

“All right, fine,” Rossi finally gives in. “I’m a decent poker player, but I can’t promise that I can stay in the game long enough to…”

Spencer is mostly fine with letting Rossi go in. He’s the more experienced people reader and they need to find the unsub, not just play poker. Plus it is his money, not Spencer’s, so he’s not presenting himself as player, even if he could stay in the game longer, because 50,000 dollars is a lotof money.

“You know what? I bet you’re a great poker player, but what if we send in Reid?” Seems Emily is more pragmatic and sees no problem in presenting Spencer as option.

“I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughling and Pahrump, because of my card-counting ability,” Spencer offers. Is it a slightly weird resume? Yes. But he can stay in the game longer and with someone else being the one to present it, he is going to jump aboard.

No one reacts to the other two towns they hadn’t known about, all too busy with the case.

“Look, I know I’m not a genius like the boy wonder here, but poker is not blackjack. It’s about bluffing, reading human nature, head games. It’s not Math,” Rossi says.

And normally Spencer would let things like this go, because it is Rossi’s money and not his call in the end, but he also loves facts and poker is his favorite game. He can’t let Rossislander the beauty of Math that comes along with behavioralanalysis that makes poker such an amazing game.

“That’s not entirely accurate,” he’s out of his seat before he even knows what he’s doing and writing on the whiteboard. “There actually is a Mathematical equation for knowing when to raise and when to fold. If P represents the size of the pot at the time of play, then P times N minus 1, with N representing the estimated numbers of players at the final round of betting-”

“Okay, fine,” he gets cut off by Rossi before he can finish his explanation. “I surrender. Just try not to loose all my money?”

Spencer grins and takes that as a challenge.

Taking the unsub down is of course a priority, but after they’ve explained to the organizers what happened and who they are, Spencer is allowed to gather his winnings, even return to the competition if he wants.

One look from Hotch discourages that idea, so he just collects the chips and goes to get them exchanged, the others on his heels. They all want to see how much he’s won. Rossi even jokingly comments: “You better not have lost too much.”

He doesn’t reply more beyond a cheeky grin, before depositing his wins. He already knows how much he won, but it’s less fun to tell them. As the man at the register counts, Spencer asks: “Hey, Rossi, do I get to keep what I won? I technically earned it and you’ll still get your money back.”

Rossi is a smart man, who merely replies: “We’ll see.”

The registry man can’t help, but nod slightly impressed once he’s done counting and says: “You’ve won 107,580 dollars, congratulations.”

There is a moment of stunned silence, before Derek whistles and Emily hoots, patting him hard on the back. Rossi blinks a few times before grinning and even Hotch shares a small smile with JJ, who looks impressed.

“Damn, pretty boy really does have game,” Derek says as the money is being counted.

“Well,” Spencer blushes. “I had a higher buy-in than I’m used to and we we’re making 8,000 dollar bets throughout. I just played smart and it took me a while before I was at the right table.”

“That’s still impressive, Reid,” JJ says.

“Yeah, you can keep the money you won on that just from extraordinary points alone,” Rossi agrees.

Spencer is in the process of taking the money and quickly goes: “No, no, here, I was just joking, Rossi. That’s your money.

“I’ll take it,” Emily holds out her hand, grinning mischievously as Derek pushes her, before pausing and saying: “I want in too.”

“You know, we’ll split the money,” Rossi says.

“Including Garcia and giving Rossi his orginal 50,000 back that’s still 8,255.71 dollar,” Spencer quickly calculated.

“I will take that,” Emily shakes Rossi’s hand quickly and firmly, before Rossi can back out.

“Aren’t your parents rich, Em?” JJ asks, always having thought those comments were jokes.

Emily shrugs: “They also taught me to never say no to money.”

“I can get behind that,” Derek grins, slinging an arm around Spencer. “Thanks for the money, pretty boy.”

He rolls his eyes, but it’s nice to share his winnings openly with friends, more family, without having to hide or be ashamed. It feels like coming full circle and reclaiming the game he’s always loved for his own and good memories.

Spencer’s game is poker and he can say that with a smile.

~~

A/N:

I love poker playing genius Spencer Reid and there’s honestly not enough content, so I had to do something about that XP

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

her prince charming. part 3 of spencer reid hero.

*WARNING this part has dark stuff, and spoilers for all seasons*

reid just fell asleep holding amber and his phone starts ringing, waking amber up with a gasp, reid tells her it's ok, he answers his phone.

"spencer reid" he says into the phone.

"mr. reid this is holly from Bennington sanitarium, i'm calling about your mom Diana"

"what's wrong!" reid asks amber jumping up from the sofa, and reid jumping to his feet as well.  

"well nothing to bad, your mother is having one of her bad days, and she is asking for you, she wants to go home, could you come and calm her down, again?"

"um, i am on a case, i don't know if i can make it" he pants into the phone.

"you can't make it?, you always come, but ok you are working i understand that"

"spencer, specner, what's wrong?" amber asks with panic.

"it's my mom" he whispers.

"your mom, well then go, she needs you"

"um, i might make it, can i call you back?, i need to think about it"

"sure" holly tells him.

reid thinking, what am i doing, my mom needs me and i have to think about it? maybe prison has turned me into someone different, i never would have thought about it, i just would have dropped everything to be there for her.

he stood there rubbing his face and thinking, till he felt a tug on his right arm.

"spencer please answer me, is your mom ok?" amber asked.

"yeah....no she needs me, and i can't be there for her, not now"

"why" amber asked.

"because you need me"

"oh my god spencer no, you need to help your mother, i can have someone else stay, as hard as it will be for me, i can't have you here when your mom needs you"

"i  don't know, i .....i should go, but if i leave you and something happens, i will never forgive myself" he sighs.

"and if you don't and something happens to you mom you will never forgive, you're self"

"but who will you be ok with having here?" reid asked.

"i don't know"

"i will call my boss" reid tells her taking out his phone.

reid calls hotch.

"hotchner"

"hi is reid, i need to leave can someone take over for me?" reid asks, rocking back and forth.

"what's wrong?" hotch asks.

"my mom needs me, and i need to go help her, i know i said i would stay, i'm sorry"

"it's ok reid family comes first sometimes, i'm glad you know that i will have Prentiss cover for you, will amber be ok with that?"

"i think so" reid answers.

"ok, she will be there soon"

"ok, thank you hotch"

"one of my co-workers will be staying here with you, her name is emily prentiss, i think you will like her"

"her? good" amber said as she sat on the chair in the dining room.

"she will be here soon, i will stay till she gets here"

 "ok"

27 minutes later.

ding-ding.

"i'll see who it is" reid tells amber "it's prentiss"

he opens the door.

"hi prentiss, thank you so much for coming"

"no problem, when do you need to leave?" she asks.

"um..now really, if that's ok" reid asks biting his lip.

"of course i now the case, i will keep her safe"

"thank you" reid hugs prentiss.

"you're welcome, say hi to your mom for me"

"i will, amber this is emily prentiss, she will take very good care of you, she is one of the best" reid tells amber.

"he is only saying that because it's true" prentiss laughs.

"well it is true" reid says.

"hello, i am amber"

"hi emily prentiss, we will get along great"

"are you sure you are ok with this?" he asks amber.

"well it will take some getting used to, but i will try, good luck with your mom"

"thank you" reid smiles, really not wanting to leave, but knowing he has to "ok bye"

after reid leaves amber is stiff, but she try's with prentiss.

after an hour amber asks prentiss about dinner, then orders pizza.

they eat the pizza and amber likes prentiss, she is no spencer reid, but she is making it work.

reid is now with his mom.

"hi mom, it's spencer, how are you feeling?" he asks softly.

"you have found someone" Diana smiles looking up from her book.

"what?" reid asks pushing a piece of hair off of his face.

"you have found a girl, someone who makes you happy" she says putting her book down.

reid takes his bag off of his shoulder and puts it on the floor before he sits down.

"what makes you say that mom?"

"a mother knows, i can see it, you look happy, and that kind of happiness comes from a woman who makes you happy" she rubs her thumb on his right cheek.

"mom i.....i don't think i look any different" he chuckles.

"well i do, now what is her name, how long have you known her?" she sits back in her chair.

"mom i really don't know what you're talking about" he smiles.

"oh spencer, don't try that, i know, come tell mommy what her name is, i want to know, please?"

"ok mom, her name is amber and she is a part of a case i am working on"

"a case?"

"yes i work for the F.B.I remember?" he asks taking her hand in his.

"oh yes, i remember that, that's why i worry so much about you, but this amber she is a part of your case?"

"yes, her boyfriend tried to kill her, and i am staying with her to make sure he doesn't come back"

"so you are her prince charming" she smiles as she bops her head.

"i guess so yeah"

"you are, does she make you happy?"

"well we haven't done anything, we had a dinner and i read a online book she wrote, and we fell asleep together"

"YOU FELL ASLEEP TOGETHER?!!" she asks loudly.

"mom, mom clam down, we aren't a couple" reid tell her sitting her back down.

"that's big spencer"

"we only fell asleep together because she was scared"

"and she trusted you to help her, to save her" Diana bops him on his nose.

it's getting late mom you should get ready for bed"  reid tells her.

"ok"

"good night mom, i love you" he kisses Diana on the forehead.

"hi holly, i calmed my mom down"

"oh thank you Mr. reid"

later.

amber is taking a shower.

through the bathroom door "i can believe i forgot my PJ's, i mean really, well we are both girls here right? so i will just wrap a towel around me and come out, i feel so stupid" she tells prentiss laughing.

"i mean it's something i do every night and i forget...spencer?!" amber gasps.

reid turns from the front door, is eyes widen.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry i didn't know you were here, i thought you were with your mom, i wouldn't have come out here like this if i knew it was you i thought it was emily, not that i wanted to walk around like this with emily it's just we are both girls and .....i'm sorry"

as amber is talking her skin is glistening from the hot shower she just took, reid walks over to her.

it's ok this is your apartment you can do anything you want to do, i think you look beautiful amber,  i don't know how josh could do all of the horrible things he did to you, he was such a fool he should cherished you, a women like you should be loved and never hurt, i would cherish and love you every day for the rest of my life if you would let me"

"really" amber asked.

"really" reid kisses her and carries her to her room, would you like to be cherished amber?" he asks kissing her again.

"yes spencer i want you to treat me like i Should have been treated"

as he lays her down on the bed kissing her.

"Then i will cherish you" he kisses her again.

later he holds her later in his arms, kissing her once more.

"i can't believe someone could be so mean to you amber, i love you"

"good morning Diana it's time for your morning meds, oh hi doctor reid, i didn't know you were staying here, good morning to you too then" holly said handing the pills to diana.

reid gasps.

"yeah i um...i stayed overnight" he tells her rubbing his face.

reid thinking "what the hell am i doing, i'm dreaming of amber, just because she looks like maeve, is that even fair? i am seeing her as someone i lost and never got to really know, and i am having sex dreams about her, in my mom's room, what is happening tom me?"

"spencer?" diana called him.

"oh, hi mom"

"you were dreaming of the girl from you case, i know you loved her"

"i....i wasn't dreaming of amber mom, it was a bad dream" reid panted out.

"no it wasn't spencer, i heard you say amber, and you were holding your pillow, and spencer you kissed your pillow, that was not a nightmare, no, no that was a good dream" she smiled.

"i kissed my pillow? oh my god, what is wrong with me?!"

"it's ok baby, i tried waking you but it didn't work"

"no mom it's...it's not ok, i can't be dreaming of her, i don't even really know her, she just...."

"she just what?" diana asks.

"she looks so much like her"

"like who? JJ?" diana asks him rubbing his shoulder.

"no like maeve"

"who is maeve?"

"she was the girl i was trying to save she had a stalker, and i tried i really tried to save her, but i couldn't and she was killed right in front of me"

"oh my poor baby,and amber reminds you of her?"

"yes, and i can't let the same thing happen to amber"

"who well did you know maeve?"

"not that well, but i loved her, even though we never touched"

"you never touched her?"

"no, but i was able to hold amber" reid sighs.

"then go back to her, she needs her prince charming" diana tells him.

"i love you mom" he hugs diana and goes back to amber.  

[unf-kwitable]

i absolutely have a vendetta against that little rat specner reid

[literallyprentissstwin]

Week 6: Monday, June 18th to Sunday, June 24th 2018  

bonjour y´all & welcome to this weeks reading list, which is already week 6 woooow. idk why i´m so motivated currently, it´s not funny anymore. 

oh, and i´m hosting a writing challenge, check it out on my profile. 

as usual, i´ve put together a list with all the fics i´ve read over the week & they were all freaking amazing. those are the once i personally preferred. all the writers are amazing, so don´t be sad if you did not make it on this weeks list. 

i really hope you´ll enjoy & as always, leave some love to the author!

aileen

1.) Drabble/Oneshot by @builder051

okay, i actually hate gideon with a passion, but this broke my poor beating heart. like spence is so so heart broken, i can´t take that. this was so short, bu cute and good. i loved derek in it. good job! 

2.) Survivor - Chapter 3 by @docspencerreid 

hun, please don´t be so hard on yourself. you´re doing a great job here & your fic will get the recognition it deserves, i promise. SO GO READ IT YALL!!!! this chapter was so heartbreaking. but i really love how spencer supports her and is there for her. also that cute lil moment with Garcia, but also Morgan. my heart is swooning. really well done!!! be proud! 

3.) (2) Chess II Criminal Minds by @idkbutspencer 

okay, first things first: username goals???? okay also angst, i love angst. this was really good angst. i enjoyed it a lot. don´t worry about your english, it´s perfect. and this story was freaking amazing, congrats! 

4.) Submission by an Anon, sent to @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

this was so so beautiful. i loved how Luke wanted the blessing of Y/N´s father. and the end aawwww, so sweet. literally @ the anon writing this: this was so sos so so so good. they are so relationship goals, i´m jealous.

5.) A // Spencer Reid by @spencerthepipecleaner 

okay, i really loved spencer´s casual reaction to what the reader had to say. this is how everybody actually should be. can this be possible??? this was perfect, great work! 

6.) Survivor - Chapter 4 by @docspencerreid 

all the freaking angst, i´m loving it. this chapter was so so good, i can´t deal with it. i can´t wait for more. this story is giving me life! good job! :) you´re awesome! 

7.) Distractions Get You Killed - 1 by @traceyaudette 

okay, woow. ANGST YES. Hotch, i have a question for you: what are you doing man? uuuugh, please. i really can not wait for more. this was so so good & i enjoyed reading it a lot. great work! 

8.) Hiding Something - Aaron Hotchner Imagine by @fly-on-my-sweet-angel 

i love me some good hotch fics, and yours was a shorty, but i loved it with my whole heart. this was cute & sweet af. i love Dad!Hotch a whole lot and i miss him tons. well done. :) 

9.) Secrets II Spencer Reid by @alittlelessthanfandomimagines

okay, this? SO SO GOOD. it actually deserves a second part, really. like it would fit, but only if you want it to continue, just saying. i loved it, it was so well written. the emotions were delivered in a perfect way, i could feel them all the back here over to germany. well done! great job:) 

10.) Lunch Break by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek 

oooh spencer, i love you my man. i also loved the readers and dereks relationship and friendship here. and how jealous reid was hahahah. but the end was so sweet aww. 

11.) Safety (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @speedreiding 

woowww. mind blown, i´m serious. this story was a good kind of different. like usually, it´s the reader who gets hurt or stuff. but it was interesting to see it the other way around & i liked it a lot. i loved how the reader took careof reid, it was so good awww. my poor baby! very well written! 

12.) The Best Birthday Party Ever by @tenaciousarcadeexpert 

ooooo this was so so cute. i want to celebrate my bdays with the team yes please. i´m loving it. the team is fucking friendship goals. great work! 

13.) Regrets and Sorrows by @the-criminal-soldier 

ooookay, i already gave you feedback to this but i´m gonna gladly repeat myself. first of all, this was the first entry to my 600 followers celebration challenge and let me tell you, this was so so good. my mind was blown. i´m so happy omg. how can angst make someone this happy lol? this story was a legit masterpiece. the angst = perfect!!! we legit need a second part to this istg (only if you want to lol i just think it could fit here.) great job! 

14.) V-E-T-S by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

this was adoreable. luke, my homeboy. all shy and cute and awwww. this whole story was so cute uugh, my heart is full of love for this. Roxy is my number 1 love tho. :) well done! 

15.) target by @uncomfie 

ok first of all, can you share some of your talent with me? thanks! then, this story has me on the edge of my seat. i legit can´t wait for the next part. derek and y/n better be okay ugh. if you wouldn´t mind, could you please tag me in your fics? i really really love them :) great work! 

16.) Redemancy by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

awww it started with some angst which turned into fluff. it´s so obvious that Luke has the hots for Ella duuuh. i can´t wait for more. i loved the ending. this whole part was really good. well done :) 

17.) Survivor - Chapter 5 by @docspencerreid  

you know how much i love your story :) the angst is getting heavier from chapter to chapter, i´m loving it <3 the reader is so so brave and fearless and so willing to fight. i admire her so much! the end, oh lord. my poor heart. poor spencer! again, great job! 

18.) I Did Something Bad by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek 

aww you with the username goals, hi. i love your writings. this one was so so cute. i´m still sitting here and “aww” - ing about it. i´m crying. spence is me, like literally i would burn the whole freaking house down if i would try to cook (not to mention cook and multitask lol). but the thought was so cute and kind. they are relationship goals, without question. 

19.) No Explanation by @abcreid 

okay, so the beginning of this story was all cute and fluffy and happy, but then the turn...wow. there was some deep angst into this and especially the end had me at the edge of my seat. but i totally get the reader...spencer, you better solve this! great work! 

20.) Catch Up (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @generallynerdy 

ok, this was SWEET awwww i´m in love. spencer was so cute omg. i also loved derek & penelope in this. they are goals!!!!! this is a great story & your writing style is amazing! well done!

21.) Stuffed Comfort by @reid-fiction 

awww also some cute spencer stuff, i´m crying. you´re all blessing me with your talent. okay this was so cute and there is actually nothing bad about having stuffed animals, like i myself still have them in my room, so what? spencer is such an amazing and understanding bf. he´s perfect (what else is new?). well done! 

22.) Healing Together by @dontshootmespence

ok...omg the angst...like omg. “you might be morgan´s baby girl but you´re one of my best friends.” - brb crying. the end----awwwwwwww i don´t really ship them, but this was beyond cute ugh :)())))) my heart is happy! i just loved everything about this, really. i would totally be fine with the season finale continueing like this. great work, nicole :))))

23.) Their Blood is on Your Hands by @marvelfanlife 

ok this fic here was a piece for my challenge which is currently running around on here :) and let´s just say this was perfection! first of all: it´s a matt fic my heart is swooning. the friendship between him and emily is so so pure i´m in love. it was so perfectly angsty and i loved the plot! great job & thanks again for joining! 

24.) Wasted Time by @dontshootmespence 

awww another fic for my challenge, this time it´s a tara one. and let´s just say it´s about tara just being an independent badass woman who´s able to stand up for herself and takes no shit from any man. i loved this plot and what you made of the prompt. the end broke my heart tho, my pure babe. the angst was def there and i enjoyed reading it. thanks for participating! :) 

25.) I´ve Got You by @therealtrashhere

angst overload wooow. mind blown. the relationship between hotch, reid & the reader is goals, i´m loving it. this plot was really good, some heavy angst, but only mentioned, but really good. i´ve felt all the emotions and the end had my heart melting! well done :) 

26.) Redemancy Pt.2 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo 

part 2 was so good. i can´t wait for the next one bc i need to see where this relationship thingy between ella and luke is going. like the tension is so so there. also JJ OMG wtf is wrong :D this part had me in tears :) i really enjoyed reading this :) 

27.) Mermaid (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @generallynerdy 

cute cute cute. i´m loving it. the end was adoreable, the whole thing actually was. but rossi omg daddy spaghetti, i love you so much, he´s always so done with his kids. great job! 

28.) Anniversary >> Spencer Reid by @eideticreid 

with this masterpiece, i wanna close this weeks list bc holy shit i´m shook. the reader is so so freaking strong and i admire her so much. and specner, can he finally get the award for cutest bf of the year? he is always so supportive and caring. this fic was everything and it´s the perfect end to a perfect week! great job, well done! :) 

this has been this week´s list. i really hope you enjoyed all the fics as much as i did. don´t forget to leave love to the authors. also if you wanna join my challenge, i still have a few prompts left :) 

see you next week!