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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.

[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.

[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.”

[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! 

[sweetroulette]

 OPEN TO:  m    /    f    /   nb

  MUSE:  about coming soon !! spencer moon - heavily based off SPECNER REID of criminal minds. 

            𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 !! chuckles a bit uneasily. ❝ i don’t really . . . shake hands. the amount of germs that get exchanged that way are just RIDICULOUS. ❞ there’s hardly a pause between her words, or time for her to think about them, before she continues, ❝ it would ACTUALLY just be safer to kiss. ❞

[jcrewtraphouse]

Please do not tell me Spencer's dad is a pedophile/murderer. 

[penelopwgarcia]

The fact that "g man" was translated to brazilain portuguese as "guideonzinho" as in literal "little version of guideon" makes this scene even better

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’?”.