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railingsofsorrow · 4 months

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death and all of its friends

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: you have an important witness admitted to Grey Sloan Hospital, but things get out of hand in the middle of your questioning. the unsub is on the loose and your team is still on their way. it's the worst that could happen, right? except that you end up stuck in an elevator with your ex. and that is worse. ( slight crossover between GA and CM )

pairing: s.reid x f!bau!reader; past!jackson avery x f!bau!reader

w.c: 5.8K

warnings/content: heavy discussions about trauma regarding a mass shooting; PTSD; the word kill/murder is there a few times; kidnapping; break-ups; heartbreak; anxiety attack; hospitals; claustrophobia; mentions of surgery and blood and gunshot wound (not really graphic); minor character death (mentioned); there is so much drama in this you might call it unnecessary but I just had to unleash the devil in me; suggestive content (near the end); making out; long paragraphs in italics are flashbacks.

a/n: ok ok, like I promised (3000 years ago) here it is. enjoy it and please let me know if I forgot to tag anyone!

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Five years ago you walked these same halls running from a mass shooter that entered Seattle Grace and caused havoc. Now, instead of Seattle Grace is Grey Sloan and apparently, not only the name of the hospital has changed. Amongst the Attendings, Residents and Interns there were all new faces, which only made sense since it's been five years and some of the people you knew had left and others died.

Cristina Yang nicknamed the hospital Seattle Grace Mercy Death once and after all the stories you've been told by your ex-boyfriend's friends, it seemed fitting.

You liked Cristina's dark humor. She was the funniest person you met in your time in Seattle. You were happy to hear she left to be a cardiothoracic surgeon in Switzerland, and she owned a hospital now, which was great.

As you passed the cafeteria your head was flooded with memories of Lexi pulling you to have lunch with her after she finished a procedure, her excited rambles about every detail inside an OR — she wasn't Lexopedia for nothing — and the juicy gossip she provided you about the relationships inside this hospital (and her relationship with Mark Sloan).

You might not have worked with these people but they felt like family once, the missing will always be there.

Nostalgia had to be left aside for your job though, you had to find an important witness in a case involving the kidnapping of a six-year-old boy. He had been missing for three days, you were running against the clock at this point.

“Miss Howard's room.” The nurse pointed you towards the room and you thanked her with a polite smile. “She's been sedated, so she may not be totally aware of her surroundings yet. She just got out of surgery.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Stab wound to the chest. An argument turned ugly in prison. You recalled Penelope telling you and the team that that was the reason she had been hospitalised. You observed the handcuffs locking her wrist against the bed before approaching.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you grabbed it to see a text from JJ.

Is she awake?

Yes.

You pressed send and looked up at wiped-out blue eyes staring back at you with annoyance. You could hear what she was about to say already.

“I answered all of y'all's questions already, can you people never leave me alone?”

“Miss Howard, I'm with the FBI,” you started, introducing your name and then, proceeding to the hard part.

The crease between her brows told you she was unaware of why you were there. “You people locked me up three years ago what is there to do now? Checking up if I'm killing any more disgusting men who deserved it?”

“Martha, it's about your son, Ben Howard.” The way she immediately froze made your heart clench. Why did it have to be you to give her the news? JJ is way better at doing this, you have no idea of comforting people so you'd rather just not do it. “He's been kidnapped by your husband, Thomas Howard.”

“Ex-husband.” She tried sitting up with difficulty while being handcuffed to the bed. You helped her. “What— No. Ben visited me with my sister three days ago, he's fine. He wouldn't dare touch my boy.”

Ten minutes later into your questioning, your back pocket started to vibrate and you pulled it out to see who it was.

Spencer calling. . .

“Everything you said is very helpful, Miss Howard, we're going to try everything we can to find Ben.”

“Please do.” Her voice cracked and you saw the mask of indifference crumble a little. “He's— he's all I got.”

You nodded, then excused yourself to answer the call outside of the room.

“Hey, I was just about to update you guys—”

“He's in Grey Sloan.” Spencer blurted out the first second you answered. “Thomas Howard is in Grey Sloan. Where are you?”

“What— What about the kid? Did you find him?” You quickly informed the two police officers outside the room to not let anyone else in. “You don't mean he's inside Grey Sloan, right?”

Hotch's voice rang through the line and you knew you were on speaker. “He's going after Martha. We found Ben, he was unarmed but Thomas's endgame is Martha. And yes, he's inside the hospital at this moment. Do you know where Martha is?”

“I just talked to her,” you turned your neck to glimpse at her room again subconsciously. “There are two officers outside her room, I already told them. But Hotch—”

“He's armed, wait for backup.”

“We profiled him as a psychopath, Hotch. He's impulsive and has no remorse or guilt, you know what he's capable of, especially if he let the boy go.”

“Kid, don't be reckless yourself. We're almost there—” Rossi tried to intervene.

“We're almost there.” You heard Spencer's voice and that made you hesitate for a second before hanging up. “Please don't—”

Your heart was thumping hard and rapidly against your ribcage, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. As soon as you felt numbness in your fingers you clenched your hand into fists and let go, this was the way your body warned you you were about to have an anxiety attack. Thankfully, you were able to notice it before it got to the point where you passed out.

Your name was called from afar and you halted, bumping into a nurse and mumbling a shaky sorry. The owner of the voice touched your elbow and you flinched, hand immediately searching for your gun.

“Hey, whoa, it's me, Amelia. I didn't mean to scare you but when I saw it was you I just— it's been five years and you're here!” You withdrew your hand from the holster on your hip, inhaling and exhaling slowly to force your heart to calm the fuck down, you are not in imminent danger.

“Amy,” you smiled and accepted the hug she was eager to give you. “Hi. How are you?”

“I'm great, yeah. And you? For how long are you staying?”

“I'm not. I, uh, I'm here on a case, with the FBI.” You cleared your throat. “Actually, I need your help with something.”

Fifteen minutes later you had already warned most of the staff and Attendings in two floors to keep an eye out for Thomas Howard. You tried slowing your fast pulse by practicing the guided breathing you learned in therapy all those years ago. You did everything your therapist said, every single step from questioning your thoughts to counting everything blue you found in your way.

You couldn't stop memories from revisiting your brain.

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You were waiting to have lunch with him.

It was almost one in the afternoon, Jackson was late because of a surgery that was taking longer than expected due to complications.

It was your day off. One of the rare days you'd appear in Seattle Grace Mercy West before 6 p.m. when your classes at Washington University were over. You were a part of the Psychology department at WU, and a professor for the Undergraduate Program of B.S., Psychology.

It wasn't usual for you to have a day off but given the amount of days you've been accumulating over the year, it was only fair.

So you visited your boyfriend in the hospital, patiently waiting for his belated surgery to end so you could have your lunch date. That was until Lexi Gray pulled you into the hospital's cafeteria and you ended up having lunch with her.

Lexi.

You remember her terrified face when it happened. It had been a terrifying day, one that no one expected. It's funny how tragedies are never announced, isn't it? They just come barging in and you can't just ignore the door, tragedies do not need to knock.

It was in that day, that you understood the gravity of that.

Of course, it wasn't as nearly as bad for you as it was for those who worked at that place. They would have to come back every day and see the walls and that same floor which were smeared with their friends' blood.

Jackson had lost two of his best friends. He spent two months having nightmares screaming their names during the night and getting mad at himself because you weren't able to sleep. That was the least of your concerns back then. You know something that would forever be etched into your brain was the barrel of a gun being pointed at you and the sound of the safety being taken off. You can't even recall the actual shot, only the pain that followed afterward and Jackson's horrified expression as he held your weak body on the floor.

You thought you died. Jackson thought you died. Meredith, Lexi, Cristina and everyone else thought you died. In reality, you had just passed out from blood loss caused by a bullet wound to your chest area.

That must have been terrifying to watch. You couldn't imagine being in his place, you probably would've been crying non-stop at the amount of blood, not saving his life, like he did to you.

During the recovery process, you remember thinking about the absurdity of your dream of becoming an FBI Agent. If you weren't able to control your emotions on situations like that then what's even the point of anything?

According to your therapist, what you suffered didn't determine the person you were, which, at first, you judged as complete bullshit. But you understood in later sessions what she meant by that.

“Is it something you think you are not capable of doing?”

You looked up from your hands, staring into the gray eyes of Isobel Houston. Jackson had made a compelling deal with you. He basically threw in your face that if he, who was threatened with a gun, was doing therapy, you, who had been shot and almost died in his arms, also had to talk about it.

And here you were.

“I'm not sure if I would know how.” You replied, brows twitching with your uncertainty. You were discussing about holding a gun and going out into the field, which was required in the training at the FBI Academy. You told her if you freaked out at the sight of blood then you shouldn't follow through with your decision to become an FBI Agent.

“Well, that's what training is for, isn't it?” Isobel quirked a brow at you, earning a scoff. “You would learn certain abilities and improve the ones you already have in the academy. They wouldn't expect you to know everything.”

“I'm not sure if I can.”

Isobel nodded and wrote something down in the notepad you were planning to steal to see how she was making fun of you in there.

“It is too soon still. But don't rule out your dream career quite yet. You are healing, it's a process that requires patience, both from you and from others around you. You don't have to think about that now. How about you take some time to yourself, focus on healing, getting better first?”

A year later you would be forever thankful for those words. Because you didn't give up of your dream career, you made the decision to follow through with it and it worked.

Partially, at least.

“What do you mean you were accepted?” Jackson put his fork down as he chewed on his salad, tilting his head in confusion at you. “How can you be accepted somewhere if you didn't even apply to it?” The amusement in his tone instantly died as soon as he saw your serious face across from him. He connected the dots. “But you did apply... didn't you?”

"Jack, I've always wanted this."

He offers you a look of disbelief.

"I know! But- You didn't even talk to me and-"

"That's my decision." You cut him off.

"Well, yes, but I'm your boyfriend. I think I deserved to know you were thinking about leaving for four months?"

It caused a rift in your and Jackson's relationship. Back then, you didn't mind the fact that you were kind of doing things on your own, because your only goal was to leave and maybe, just maybe, forget what happened but the scar you had in your chest had to remind you of it. You never told him that, and you blamed him for not wanting you to leave for four months. Selfish; that was what you called him countless times after you broke up before you left. When, in reality, you had been the selfish one in the relationship.

Truth be told, you wanted to forget that part of your life. Your completely foolish mistake and how wrong you were. Your healing had taken years and it still wasn't perfect, you weren't unflinching to the threat of an armed man. Right now, you wanted nothing more than to go back to Virginia and crawl into your blankets to feel some sort of safety.

You had to bring safety to these people when you felt lost and cornered, how fun was that? You felt like such a failure. Years of experience and training going down the drain because of a stupid trauma.

To add to that, you were currently stuck in an elevator. With a reckless man going after your witness. And your team was close to your location but not quite enough.

Maybe they were already here since you had no reception and no way of knowing about their whereabouts.

Maybe they already caught Thomas Howard and Hotch was thinking about his careful words as he fired you for your incompetency.

“Why is it that when I find you you're always leaving?”

Right. You got stuck in an elevator with your ex of all people. It was like everything you did not want to happen would materialize in front of you.

“Jackson," you hissed, rubbing a hand across your face in pure frustration because of the useless phone in your hands. None of the messages were sent. Where were they? How was Martha?

Hey, Spence. Where are you?

I'm stuck in an elevator, fourth floor. I don't know what happened.

You sent those fifteen minutes ago.

“It was just a comment,” Jackson said, shrugging in that infuriating way as if he knew he was right about something. You also knew Jackson Avery's way of deviating from his real problems was to seek anger. And usually, someone was the target. This time, it was you. "What are you doing here?"

You looked down at your bulletproof vest and glanced up at him. Jackson's brows rose up to his hairline in understanding. God, he could be slow sometimes.

"You're with the FBI."

"I am the FBI."

Jackson blinked, "right. Right. Uh, I- Sorry, I-" his apologetic wince made you relax your shoulders. "I'm sorry, I'm just... This is too familiar." Yeah, you could relate to that.

"Jackson," your eyes softened but you tried to reassure him as much as you were able to. "This is not the same thing. His reasoning is completely different. What happened then- It won't happen again."

His bright green eyes study you with a newfound curiosity but you could see some of the tension leave his body.

"You sound sure."

"I am," you said. "My team is close by and they're good. Besides, all of the local cops probably asked for backup already. And SWAT is right outside."

He took a long minute staring you down to nod quietly. The silence that came afterward was uncomfortable. There was so much to say and nothing and the same time. This wasn't the time, but it was inevitable to not think about your last words to each other. You didn't hold a grudge against Jackson, you had no reason to, but he had plenty to do it and you wouldn't blame him.

Fuck, why was this elevator so hot? Why were the walls so close to one another?

"I saw you on TV once."

You swallowed hard, feeling your throat closing up. Your attention drifted towards Jackson's whitecoat.

"I didn't know being in the FBI made you famous." His attempt at joking had you scoffing despite your current state of mind. "I would've made a career exchange if I knew."

"You were already rich, why do you need to be famous?" You mumbled with your eyes shut as you tried to calm your erratic breathing down. "Actually, you were already famous and rich, so anything you just said is..." your voice failed. "… complete bullshit."

He said your name twice and you were obligated to open your eyes. He was much closer and concern tugged his lips downwards.

"Put a hand on your chest and tell me what you can see." You stared at his lips moving slowly as your vision blurred slightly. He said your name more urgently this time. "Put a hand on your chest and tell me what you see."

"Your stethoscope," you said as you stared at it, clearing your throat. "F-flyers," you croaked out, glancing briefly above his shoulders to the flyers splattered around. You couldn't see what they were about, but you knew they were there as they had been since the first time you stepped inside this elevator years ago.

"What can you feel?"

Your fingers drummed against your ribcage. Your breathing slowing down but not quite there yet. "My heartbeat. Mhm... The-my cold necklace." It was always two things. You thought about one and as you searched for another, you would calm down through the process.

You could feel the warmth of his hands on your arms, helping grounding you back to earth.

"Good. Two things you can hear." He was way relieved after your voice stopped shaking.

"Your voice," you uttered, feeling your fingers moving and the sweat dripping down your back. The anxiety diminished little by little. When you were about to say the next thing you could hear, what you could only describe as two loud shots right outside the elevator doors made the both of you flinch and stare at the metal doors with widened eyes.

You immediately got into action, thankfully prioritizing being numb over any other emotion at that moment, which was what you should have done from the start.

"What are you doing?" Jackson asked you confusedly as you tried prying the doors open. "We might not be entirely on the floor-"

"Help me open this, Jackson and I'll figure it out from there."

Just then, your phone came back to life. Reception. At the same time, the doors opened without any human force. You didn't have time to see the caller ID before your gun was drawn in front of you and Jackson, ready to fire.

"Hey, hey, it's me!" The voice you've been craving to hear for half an hour called out your name in front of you. Honey-brown, you thought, locking eyes with Spencer, I can see honey-brown eyes too. "I just got your text, I was looking for you- Hey." He breathed out in your ear as you threw your arms around his neck. His arms squeezed you in comfort. "Are you okay?"

I am now.

Your head bobbed up and down as you leaned back to get some distance. PDA wasn't your forte, but you had been triggered just a few minutes ago, and you needed some comfort from the only person who would effectively provide it to you.

“They got him. He was hidden in one of the on-call rooms on the third floor.” Spencer filled you in before you could ask. He was assessing you thoroughly, looking for any strand of hair out of place, something that would tell him you had gotten hurt.

You placed a hand on his chest, patting it gently. “I'm okay,” you tried reassuring him, eyes traveling through the room until you found some of your coworkers talking with the local police.

“You should drink water.” Jackson's voice startled you a bit and Spencer looked behind you curiously. “And sit down.”

And that comment immediately canceled out Spencer's certainty that you were okay.

“Oh, I'm fine.”

“Anxiety attack.” Jackson mouthed to Spencer out of your eyesight. He moved away to talk to some doctors while Spencer stared at his back, trying to pinpoint where exactly did he knew him from and why he was acting as if he knew you.

But then it clicked.

Jackson Avery. Harper Avery's grandson. Owner of a share of the Grey Sloan Memorial. Plastics surgeon.

Right, of course. And your ex-boyfriend.

“Is Martha okay?”

Spencer looked down at you, blinking. “Uh-huh. Yeah, she's safe.”

You gave him a look, “what?”

“What?” His voice failed, which was a bit embarrassing, really.

“Just spit it out, Spence.”

So, he did.

“Were you stuck in an elevator with Jackson Avery?”

You almost choked up on your own saliva, earning a grimace from your boyfriend. Your concerned and caring boyfriend wasn't making that question because of pure jealousy, he genuinely wanted to know if you were okay after being stuck in an elevator with your ex-boyfriend in the same place you got shot by Gary Clark.

“I'm sorry I wasn't here,” Spencer said with a sigh. “I should have come with you. I'm so sorry I wasn't here.”

“Spencer, I'm fine,” you insisted, taking his hand on yours. Fuck it. “Hey, nothing happened in there.”

He knows that but that's not what he meant. Not in that sense.

“I'm not jealous.” He felt the need to clarify. He wasn't immune to jealousy but that was neither the right place nor moment for it. He just wanted to know if the reason for your anxiety attack was just being in a confined space or if the other person you were stuck with had something to do with it. “But you— Did he say something to you? To trigger it?”

It took you a moment to get what he was saying, but once you did, you sighed and pulled him aside away from prying eyes.

“No. I— It was the images. Memories. And the whole thing of being inside an elevator for more than one minute. He didn't do anything. He actually... helped me calm down.”

Spencer brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “okay. Good. And do you feel better now?”

A tender smile twitched the corner of your lips.

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you ready to go?” Hotch approached you and Spencer and you watched Emily, JJ, Derek and Rossi exit the hospital.

“Yes.” But your eyes drifted to the side and you told both of them you'd meet them in the car. “I'll be right there. It won't take long.”

Spencer kissed your temple on his way out.

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"Are you okay?"

"Are you?"

Both of you have been on opposite ends of the room for the past five minutes and none had the courage to break the deafening silence. It should have been you, though. You were the one to ask Jackson for a quick word.

"Why wouldn't I be?" His brows furrowed as he stared at his hands. He seemed deep in thought. You wondered if he was thinking the same as you. It was a long time ago. It was a long time ago but it is somehow very fresh when he's standing in front of me.

Because we never got closure. I didn't let that happen.

"We never talked about it." You sat down in one of the bunk beds, knowing this wouldn't be as fast as both of you liked it to be. Years of a relationship couldn't be fixed in five minutes. You texted Spencer to let him know you'd meet all of them in the motel since the jet would only be available tomorrow anyway, and you didn't want anybody waiting for you.

"We did."

"Talking to our therapists is not the same as communicating to each other." You interjected.

Jackson's gaze flashed with hurt and he looked away.

“I couldn't stay," you said, biting your cheek because it was so hard to admit that out loud.

He finally looked up, tilting his head to look at you. “You couldn't or you wouldn't?”

You clenched your jaw, annoyance seeping through your demeanor. “I wouldn't. It was my dream, it had always been my dream to get into the FBI—into the BAU. I wouldn't give that up. And it's not fair for you to judge me when you know exactly how that feels. Yes, I could have stayed, but I didn't want to.”

Jackson rolled his eyes, standing up to pace around the room. "Yeah, it was pretty clear you didn't want to stay."

"Jackson-"

“Look, I'm not judging. And yes, I do understand. I just think—" He halted and looked at you, green eyes burning into yours. "God, did you have to pack your bags without even talking to me? You made a life-changing decision and you just up and left.”

Your breath hitched, and something in your chest churned painfully. Guilt, probably. Five years and you hadn't uttered the words he deserved once.

"I'm sorry." You swallowed with difficulty. "Jackson, I- What I did was unfair and I'm so incredibly sorry for hurting you. You deserved more than that."

"I've forgiven you a long time ago," Jackson confessed, uncrossing his arms and angling his body towards you. "It's been five years. Those words have been bottled up in my throat since the moment you walked out... but I don't hate you."

You winced, "but you did hate me."

Amusement travels through his face. "For a bit, yes."

"Fair."

"I'm sorry too."

You gave him a sad smile. "You didn't leave me, Jackson."

"No, but I said some pretty hurtful things to you. So, I'm sorry."

"Mhm, okay." You nodded, shifting on your feet. “You're forgiven too, I guess.”

Jackson offered his hand for a handshake...? You glanced down at it, holding back a laugh because of how awkward he was being. You shook his hand, grinning with a shake of your head.

Yeah, that could be closure.

“I saw you on TV,” Jackson repeated what he said before but you weren't exactly alright to actually hear it. “Are you giving out autographs?”

“I'm giving out this, does it work for you?” You flipped him off. A nurse passed by you and gave you an ugly look while Jackson just smirked.

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As soon as you walked through the doors of Grey Sloan Memorial, exiting the hospital, your eyes caught the back of a familiar lanky figure whose light brown curls waved wildly with the harsh wind of Seattle.

When you got close enough, you heard an indignant edge to your boyfriend's tone. He was speaking on the phone. Your amusement grew when you realized was on the other line, pissing him off.

“Yeah, you know what, Derek?” Spencer started but cut himself off upon seeing you arrive at his side. “You're back.” His annoyed tone switched to something softer.

“What's he pissing you off about now?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Tell him I'll slap his bald shiny head if he doesn't stop.”

Spencer snorted, covering his mouth. You could hear Derek's telling you to fuck off through the phone before Spencer hung up the call.

You accepted the urge to pull him close to you by wrapping both of your arms around his middle and lowering your head to his chest. His immediate response was to bury his face in the croak of your neck, the cold tip of his nose grazing your skin made you squirm a little.

“I thought I told you not to wait for me.”

Spencer rubbed your back, leaning back slightly to look down at you.

“I wasn't gonna let you drive back on your own.”

You chuckled, “are you telling me I'm a terrible driver?

He hummed, lips quirking up when he kissed the tip of your nose. “You're not as terrible as me.”

“I'm not sure if that can be classified as a compliment, angel. But you're right, nobody is a worse driver than you.”

A pinch in your hip made you whine. He started laughing as you gave him a playful shove before getting in the car. Driver's seat. You had to prove a point.

“How are you?” Spencer asked after a long minute of being silent and you knew he'd be dying to ask that.

“I'm okay.” You told him, giving his thigh a soft squeeze as you concentrated on leaving the parking lot.

“How did it feel?”

You stopped at a red light. The motel was about fifteen minutes from the hospital by car, and you wouldn't go back home today, the jet was only going to be available tomorrow.

“Suffocating.” You laughed after you admitted it out loud. That was how you felt. “Yeah, that's about it. The moment I stepped inside Grey Sloan I felt cornered.”

“That's understandable.” Spencer caressed the back of your hand before you had to pull it back to move the car gear. “You haven't been there for five years. You may have seen, smelled, felt, or touched something that triggered you to go back to that very moment. Even though triggers are usually harmless, they cause your body to react as if you're in danger.” He explained, causing your mouth to quirk upwards in amusement. “Which was why I wanted to be there with you.”

“Hey, that wasn't your fault. And I'm not a little girl anymore, I can get a grip on myself, Spence. We were doing our jobs.”

From the corner of your eye, you were able to see him lean back on the seat with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, yes, I know but I wanted to be there with you. You know just... be there.”

You parked in the motel's parking lot, turning the car off. You inhaled heavily before turning to Spencer, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. Your boyfriend hummed in satisfaction, pulling you closer by the back of your neck.

“What was that for?” He blinked bleary, voice slightly dazed after your surprise kiss. Your insides turned to mush and fondness overtook your body.

“I love you,” you said, thumb running across his cheek lovingly. “like... a lot.”

His eyes sparkled at your statement and he started smiling like an idiot. An idiot head over heels for you.

“Like a lot?”

“Like a lot.”

A harsh tap on your window made your body jerk and you hit your knee against the steering wheel, a loud curse slipping past your tongue.

Spencer lowered the car window with a glare.

“Alright, lovebirds. We're going out to the bar across the street to have a little fun. Are you coming or what?” Derek dipped his head as his eyes narrowed at the two of you. “Was I interrupting something?”

“How are you so annoying—”

“There is no scientific explanation for that, angel.” You pat Spencer's shoulder, who huffed while getting out of the car. He was immediately wrapped in a side hug by Derek as you locked your car and followed them both down the street, where the rest of your team waited.

Emily snorted, nudging JJ with her arm. “Told you he was going to cockblock them.”

“Emily,” Hotch said sternly, but his mouth betrayed him with a little smile.

“C'mon, pretty boy.” Derek dragged Spencer to the bar as you followed them inside. “Let's drink the night away to make you forget about seeing your girl's ex, who has the greenest eyes I've ever seen—”

Your lips parted in astonishment.

“Hey!” JJ warned him. “Stop that. C'mon, leave him alone you've teased him enough with this.”

Spencer looked at you, lips pulling into a smile at the scowl you were sending Derek as he walked away with JJ and Emily beside him.

“It's alright,” Spencer mumbled, nudging you to a corner as your team scattered around to find a table for eight. “He's just playing around and I'm not threatened by light-colored eyes, anyway. They're overrated.”

You huffed out a laugh, surprised at his nonchalant claim.

"Good." You were so close that your breaths mixed, his eyes falling to your lips and rising to your eyes again. You pulled him flush against your body by the belt loops of his pants, earning a shaky exhale from his parted soft lips. "Cause... You know," you pressed a kiss against his jaw. "There's nothing you should be threatened about. I'm pretty certain of that."

"You are?" Spencer realized how pathetic he sounded and how needy he was starting to look.

"I am, angel," you reaffirmed in his ear, leaning forward to kiss him. Before it got too heated, you smirked against his lips, pushing him away gently as he groaned in protest. "Okay, we can pick this up later tonight, now let's celebrate a bit with them, yeah?"

Spencer sighed, burying his face into your neck for a second and drawing it back to glance at the table their friends chose. It was in a corner of the room, across from where they were currently... talking.

"Okay."

"Don't sound too excited."

"Shut up," he grabbed one of your hands and pulled around his hip at the same time his arm lifted to wrap around your shoulders. "You know what I'm excited about-" he pretended to cough upon gaining a light slap on his back as a warning for him to shut up before any of your friends could hear the implication his words were carrying.

As soon as you arrived at the table, Emily placed a shot before you, claiming you were late for the party. You smiled apologetically at the brunette, bringing the vodka shot to your lips and downing it in one go, gaze locked to your boyfriend's beside you. Oh, this was going to be a long night.

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jayswritings13 · 1 year

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Miscellaneous

Glee: Santana Lopez Relationship Headcanons

Scooby-Doo: Mystery Gang x Reader - Fred, Velma, Daphne, & Shaggy

Multifandom: Black Hearts - Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice), Heather Chandler (Heathers), Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz (Cobra Kai), Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy), & Dallas Winston (The Outsiders)

TMNT 2012: Headstrong & Independent Blind! Reader with April & Raph

Holiday Songfic: Winter Things - Tory Nichols (Cobra Kai)

Holiday Songfic: What Christmas means to me - Santana Lopez (Glee)

Holiday Songfic: I'll be home for Christmas - Lexie Grey (Grey's Anatomy)

Holiday Songfic: Where are you, Christmas? - Curtin Gang (The Outsiders)

Holiday Songfic: Christmas (Baby, please come home) - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Holiday Songfic: New Year's Day - Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Holiday Songfic: Kissing in the Cold - Robbie Shapiro (Victorious)

Miraculous: Secret Identity reveal with Marinette & Adrien

Multifandom: What else can I do? - Quinn Fabray (Glee), Samantha LaRusso (Cobra Kai), & Adrien Agreste (Miraculous)

TMNT 2012: Turtles saving reader

Multifandom: Hello Nurse - Robby Keene (Cobra Kai), Santana Lopez (Glee), Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom), & April O'Neil (TMNT 2012)

Multifandom: Congrats, Grad! - Santana Lopez (Glee), Donatello (TMNT), Eddy (Ed, Edd n' Eddy), & Ponyboy Curtis (The Outsiders)

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leahseclipse · 2 years

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I posted 142 times in 2022

14 posts created (10%)

128 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@leahseclipse

@leahblackk

@simibraun

@imagining-in-the-margins

@mydirtyvalentine

I tagged 40 of my posts in 2022

#lexies favs - 6 posts

#aot - 4 posts

#snk fic - 4 posts

#criminal minds - 4 posts

#stranger things - 3 posts

#stranger things fic - 3 posts

#cm fic - 3 posts

#aot fic - 3 posts

#spencer reid - 3 posts

#snk - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 58 characters

#he's so fucking pretty i nearly cried at work making these

My Top Posts in 2022:

Marry me (Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader)

Warnings: talks of hospital, car crash, blood and wound mentions (no major character death)

Summary: A car crash turns everything into a nightmare. (Based off episode 18 and 19 of S7 of grey's anatomy)

A/N: It's a bit of a random post, but I remembered I had wrote that fic for @imagining-in-the-margins 's wedding challenge, so why not post it! It's really a no beta we die like men in here, so there might be some mistakes. This was based off @fortheloveofwonderland 's prompt 🤗

Word count: 3.7k

As soon as the occasion presented itself, Emily and Y/N did not hesitate a single second to spend the weekend together, far from their home. Windows rolled down, their hands glued together as Emily had the other on the steering wheel, they couldn’t stop freaking out about the simple concept of ‘vacation’.

“How did this even happen? You never get days off. I can’t believe your phone hasn’t started ringing. This is insane.” Y/N moved her right arm around as she spoke.

“Right? I can’t believe it either. It’s been… months.” Emily said.

“We finally have a weekend to ourselves.”

“Just us and the little one.” she said, briefly looking at her when the road was empty. "Let’s enjoy the final weeks before she never lets us rest again.”

“You said it,” she sighed. “We’re going to fuel ourselves with coffee.”

Emily doesn’t answer to that, eyes on the road.

“Is something wrong, Em?”

She blinked, “No, I just… spaced out for a second. Sorry.”

“Oh, okay. That happens. Did you…” Y/N started to say, but the buzz of her phone stopped her. “Oh… He found out.”

“What?”

“Reid. About the… prank we did on him, that’s not going to be good when we come-” she rambled, before Emily yanked her phone out of her grasp; throwing it somewhere behind. Probably in the back seats, not that it matters. Emily wanted this phone away. “What was that?”

“Can you just… this time is for us. You see him all the time, so do I, but he's not here now! It’s just us.”

“Come on, he was just texting. I wasn’t going to stay on my phone all day.” she argued, “I gotta text back at least.” then unbuckles her seatbelt to turn around.

“What are you doing?” Emily yelled.

With her phone in her hand, she yelled back, “I’m answering the text! Calm down, he’s not getting more time than you with me.”

“You make me sound like I’m acting jealous, or something.”

“Are you?” Y/N asked, eyes on her phone.

“It’s kind of difficult not to be when you talk about Spencer so often.”

“He’s my best friend, am I not allowed?” she asked, defensively. Taking a breath, she looked away from her phone. “I am giving all my time to our couple, you, and the human growing inside of me, so I am allowed to do other things, like talk to my friend, just for a minute.” Then she stopped talking. Went back to her phone, and the car was as silent as ever.

It’s never been that silent.

They’ve never been so pissed off at each other, they’ve swore to stop when they had to, calm down and apologize.

There wasn’t any apology.

Just the light sound of y/n’s fingertips hitting the screen. That was pretty much it.

“Marry me.”

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Nothing ever lasts forever | E.M

STRANGER THINGS 4 VOL 2 SPOILERS

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gen!reader

Warnings: Death of important character, death mention, possible light mentions of s1-s4 pt1, graphic details

A/N: I'm sobbing too

It's been hard.

Incredibly hard without you around. I can't believe this isn't some dream, or hell, Vecna taking me in a very long trance. I wished it would be that for a while.

That, just a moment, it wouldn't be true. That you would just be there again. That I would still be in your room, surrounded by the heavy metal music, the scent of cigarettes, and your arms around me. The warmth of your body, and your breath tickling my skin as you kissed me.

I don't think I will ever love someone the way I loved you. I don't think anyone could ever make me feel like you did. I feel like a void every since that day, I stopped crying because I don't have anything left in me, I'm pretty sure I cried all the water I had.

For a moment, I waited the moment where I'd feel your fingers wipe my tears away. You would always do that whenever I cried, and now a stupid tissue has to replace you.

I won't see you again.

That's why I have to accept. But I don't want to, I don't think I can. I've known you for too long that I'm not sure I'm able to live without you.

You were one of my best friends, we've gone through hell and back together, almost died a couple times, but we've made it out, together. Every time.

You were supposed to have made it out. You weren't supposed to leave me standing all alone. Neither the others.

Having to see Dustin's smile disappear when he saw me come out the portal alone was the worst thing I've ever have to witness. I held him as he sobbed uncontrollably, as I told him what you told me before dying.

If everything goes back to normal after this, I promise we won't split up the Hellfire club. I will fight for it to stay, it cannot be shutdown. It's what you dedicated part of your life to.

I never understood a thing in the game, but I still came everytime, sitting with a book in the corner while I heard you and the others scream for hours. I stayed each time to put back everything in place, and walked out of the school with you.

Now, it'll probably stay empty for a while. The school might be closed for a bit, and the news didn't make it easy. They've promoted the club as a 'satanic cult', and everyone probably believed that.

If only they knew what this club meant. All the people in it, the memories, the bond we shared. It wasn't just a club, but also a family. You made sure everyone felt welcome there.

You took Dustin, Mike and Lucas under your wing when no one else did. They grew with you, became more confident, because you kept telling them to not care about others. To simply be yourself, because trying to be like someone else was 'completely and utterly ridiculous'.

We were sort of like... Parents for them. We looked after them as much as we could. Tried to protect them from everyone who tried to hurt them.

I would've almost kicked Jason in the face for harassing you if it wasn't for Steve separating us.

It took time for you to like him, you two have had fights before, but then the whole Vecna thing happened, and it somehow brought you closer.

He's been the one that's been checking up on me these last days, trying to bring me out and change my mind.

He's sort of saved me, I was doing kind of badly in my room, blinds closed, wearing the same clothes. I was a mess, yeah. I can admit that.

I can see it's hard on him too, but he doesn't show it. He's always been the type to keep things to himself, especially when others had problems. He preferred to comfort rather than be comforted.

Talking about comforting, I talked to your uncle with Dustin, the other day. He really cared about you, always believed you were innocent from the start, no matter what everyone said. He loved you, truly.

I'll make sure to visit him from time to time, we'll look after him, don't worry.

About the others, well, Mike and Eleven reunited, Nancy and Jonathan as well, Lucas ended up fine, but Max didn't.

She died, and then she came back. Ever since, she's been in a coma. No one knows if and when she'll wake up. We can just hope for the best, that's all we can do, unfortunately.

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2AM (Spencer Reid x gen!reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender neutral Reader (there might be some very light fem!reader mentions)

Category: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: none I can think of!

Summary: The reader locked themselves out of their apartment out of the middle of the night, but a certain genius living down the hall might be able to help.

A/N: Excuse me if Spencer is OOC lmao it's been a WHILE since I wrote about him. Prompt is from @imagining-in-the-margins!! :)

Word count: 1.9k

There couldn't have ever been a day worse than this one, in my whole existence— not one that made me want to give up, go to my apartment and never go back to my workplace ever again.

First off- I arrived late. I didn't turn on my alarm the day before, and woke up at 8AM instead of 7AM.

One hour isn't a big deal, you would say. Well sure, for a high schooler.

I had to give that lame excuse, and well… they didn't believe it— everyone throws that one, so it gets old. I've had to work like hell all day to make up for the hour I've missed as if it was one week to my superior (the guy's a bit dramatic).

Second; on my way home, my car decided to stop two times. The little guy decided to play the old trick of the dying engine— turns out a bang on it is enough to stop that drama queen. It's really time I throw it away, I've had it since college. That car is lucky I wasn't on the freeway, I would have gotten yelled at for blocking the road.

Then— because the day didn’t stop there, one of the back tires ended up dying just as I found a parking spot. Here's to another-I-don't-know-the-high-price-of-it-repair off my bank account … as if I needed another bad event.

The finishing touch was when it started raining, and of course, I had forgotten my jacket this morning. Which meant that I had to walk in the rain because running would cause me to break an arm and end up in the ER with another-very-unknown-high-price.

By the time I got to the door of the building, it was around 2AM. I had to get up in 5 hours. Pretty great amount of sleep for the next day waiting for me.

I didn't even bother to check if the elevator worked. It worked one time out of two and could guarantee you a whole night of sleep inside if the doors would decide to not open.

I've already been there, except it was the afternoon. I watched at least two movies of two hours each before a technician even bothered to show up.

When I reached the fourth floor, and proceeded to put my hand in my left pocket where I always keep my keys— my hand didn't touch anything but the fabric.

That's… weird? Maybe it's in the others?

I plunged my hand in the right pocket, still nothing. I tried both of the pockets at the back— they were as empty as a bank account at the end of the month (trust me, I truly wasn't in the mood for jokes, but that just went through my mind).

I really started to panic after my unsuccessful attempts to find the keys in the pockets of my pants, they're always there! I haven't put them anywhere else in years.

I set my bag on the floor, took my flashlight and examined the whole bag— to the point of emptying it out on the floor out of despair, just in case I had missed it by whatever means— still no sign of them.

There wasn't any way I could have left it at work. I didn't open my bag a single time, all I did was re-organise files as soon as I arrived. I only touched my bag again when I left. It was in my locker, which was closed by a lock— so they couldn't have been stolen, lost, or whatever crazy scenario.

The only place left… right inside of my apartment. I had just locked myself outside at 2:30AM. Right when everything was closed. I could only hope my landlord could pick up, which wasn't 100% sure by looking at the hour.

Still, I took my phone again and dialed the number, just in case he happened to pick up.

I called once.

Twice.

Then soon, five times… all calls had gone straight to voicemail.

He wouldn't be answering until 8AM in the morning, which was impossible. I couldn't stay all night outside.

I started to get really upset, I had no way to get in, I've just had the worst day, I was really tired, I was cold and just wanted to change into dry clothes; this had to be a nightmare. I was cursing myself for forgetting the keys this morning as hard as I could, I couldn't believe I could have forgotten them, they were right there, on the table next to the door.

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If I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places | E.M

Pairing : Eddie Munson x gen ! reader

Warning : ST4 VOL2 SPOILERS, possible mentions of graphic details, coma, BUT it ends well, it's a fix-it fic !!

Summary : After the recent traumatic events, Eddie has ended up in the hospital and fell into a come. Reader visits everyday, in hopes he'll wake up.

A/N : yes I needed to do that after what happened 🥲 this is my apology for the other fic LMAO @smalluniversecollector

W/C: 1.3k

It marks one month since Eddie hasn't opened his eyes, today. One whole month without him.

Without the sound of his voice.

Without moving his arms in all directions like a sugar - high toddler.

Without the sound of his guitar playing.

He's just been there, laying in this bed, doing nothing else. I just wish he was awake.

Without the smell of whatever thing he'd smoke.

A month without all of those things. I have to admit, it feels empty, not having those in my life. It's like the world doesn't make sense now that it doesn't have him to fill it.

He's just been there, laying still, doing nothing. We probably couldn't have gone out of the upside down without injuries, so I just wished he had something that wouldn't keep him so long at the hospital at least.

I wish Eddie wouldn't be the one going through this. I've been feeling so guilty with my sprained wrist, it's nothing compared to what he has, and I wish we could've swapped places. I love him so much that I would do that for him.

But again , he'd be the one worried to death , just like I am right now. The one that wouldn't be in a coma would still suffer in some way.

I just wish we would just have something that wasn't bad at least. I wish he'd be there with me, and that we'd just have to laugh about a stupid sprained wrist and something else kind of broken, but not fatal for him. He'd play non-stop with his crutches if he had to have those.

We'd switch between his house, my house, Dustin's, we wouldn't stop moving around.

If only that was the only thing that happened. I wouldn't be here, sitting all day, hoping he wakes up.

"You know, I actually knew you before." Eddie said.

"You did?" I asked, surprised.

"In elementary school. You probably don't remember, because we weren't even in the same class. We never talked. I was... Much quieter before, the quiet type that wouldn't have the courage to tell he liked someone. I always watched you, from time to time. I still liked you, even with your bad haircut."

"That one was horrendous! How did you still like me?"

"I guess I just really loved you. And I will always love you, even if you get a messed up haircut."

If only Eddie saw what I did to my hair. I couldn't stay with this upside-down-monster-blood on my hair, even if I'd wash it, and it reminded me too much of what happened— so I just cut it off myself.

It's grown a bit since, but everyone can still see how badly cut it is.

But he won't care, probably. He'll still somehow find me pretty, in some way, even if I have no idea how. I'll probably mess with him a bit, it's funny when he goes into attorney mode to defend his case.

I hope he has nice dreams, at least. I don't want him to be trapped constantly in a nightmare. It's best if he dreams of hellfire, moments we had in the cafeteria, when we smoked under the bleachers, or when we skipped school because we didn't want to go to science.

That's what I want him to dream about.

As I got up from the chair, taking my stuff, I approached his bed and took his hand in mine. He still felt warm, he wasn't gone.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you // S.H

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: light mentions of ST s1-s4 events

Summary: With the help of the kids, Steve secretly organised a proposal to you.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: just thought this would be cute 🤩👍 sorry if it's kinda long and bad 💀

Steve could not express how much stress he had been feeling the last few days, between trying not to get caught, not to seem too suspicious, make sure the kids would do the same, try to spend time with you so you wouldn't worry— he was a mess inside.

But he didn't care.

He wanted to organize the most beautiful proposal he could do for you, he wanted you to remember it forever.

So... he asked for help to the only people he knew: kids. Except for Robin, and Nancy, but they were outnumbered compared to these children.

Besides, you liked them a lot. Steve thought that if you were to have any type of celebration, you'd want them here. They counted a lot for you two, you've known them ever since the incident that happened with Will— when you were in highschool with Jonathan.

And that's when you met the famous Steve Harrington. Famous was a good word to use, because he was. With his great hair, great face, personality and his 'keg king' title, who couldn't love this guy?

As for you, you were just a sort of outcast, hanging out with Jonathan in the corner and developing pictures with him in the red room between classes, the kind of people no one would pay attention to— you two were considered freaks. But you never really mind, you were fine with this lifestyle.

But people like Steve, Carol and Tommy would just have probably laughed at you, approaching them would only earn you a bullying session.

Therefore, you just stayed there, watching him from a distance. Jonathan always told you to stay away from this 'jerk'.

The first time you talked to him after those months of contemplation was at a party, Nancy had taken two extra flyers from a girl who was giving them out. She thought it would be nice for Jonathan and you to go and try to socialize a bit more.

Jonathan was reluctant at first, but eventually agreed when you said it'd be nice.

When you had gotten out of his car, you immediately felt overwhelmed by the number of people in and out of the house. You knew that no one would look at you in this entire crowd, but somehow you were still convinced you'd look like a complete clown in there.

You weren't a party girl, just a nerd that hung out with kids at the science club, played DnD with them after school, or just looked over them when their parents were busy. You'd be laughed at if they knew you played the role of the babysitter with them.

You weren't embarrassed by it, even if they were younger, they were still nice to be with, but you didn't need to get bullied; so blending in with the walls at school was better than that.

By the time you had gone in and turned your head, Jonathan had already disappeared from your sight. This had either meant that he had decided to chicken out, or that a certain girl named Nancy had gone to have a more-than-friendly chat with him.

As you made a path through the crowd, and made your way towards the drinks, you suddenly tripped on your own feet, ending up in some guy's arms.

Lifting your head up, you were met with Steve's worried eyes.

"Hey, are you fine?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I am." you said, stepping away from his touch. "Thanks for... catching me, I'm sorry I almost took you with me in the fall. I wasn't drunk I just... tripped on my own feet."

Steve smiled, "It's okay, there's a crap ton of people here."

"Yeah, a bit... too much. That's true." you admitted.

"Do you... want to go outside the street, then? It's less crowded. Just in case, you know. But if you want to stay here, then I can stay or you can... Yeah." he stopped himself from rambling any further, bringing his hand in his hair.

"Outside is fine, if you don't mind. I wasn't supposed to come here to begin with.

Nancy dragged me here." you confessed.

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hotelsrexford · 2 months

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ship concept: lexi grey x spencer reid.

whos gonna write it with me?

this is an ugly post but i just woke up

#find a rp partner #roleplay #rp #discord #discordrp #1x1 roleplay #rp help #wanted ad

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suckingoffsebstansblog · 2 years

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fandoms I write for (ask for anyone although I may have some exceptions):

marvel

outer banks

friends

through my window

vampire diaries

teen wolf

50 shades

twilight

harry potter

fresh

pretty little liars

stranger things

maze runner

wild child

hunger games

characters:

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

David Rossi

Emily Prentiss

Jeniffer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

GREYS ANATOMY

Derek Shepherd

Mark Sloan

Meredith Grey

Cristina Yang

Alex Karev

Callie Torres

George O'Malley

Lexie Grey

I may have missed a few so just ask if you would like someone and I'll let you know if I can do it, also if you would like to be on a tag list let me know.

bubs x

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bellwood-qudditch · 3 years

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Ships I’ve been obsessed with through the year

Jan-Avery x Jameson (The inheritance games)

Feb-Katie Bell x Oliver Wood (Harry Potter)

March-Monty x Harper (The 100)

April-JJ x Reid (Criminal minds)

May-JJ x Emily (Criminal minds)

June-Bellamy x Clarke (The 100)

July-Alina x The Darkling (Shadow and Bone) & Sandy x Debbie (Shameless)

August-Theo Nott x Pansy Parkinson (HP)

September-Lexie x Mark (Greys Anatomy)

October-Bronwyn x Nate (OOUIL)

November-Sam x Deena (Fear Street) & Avery x Jameson (The inheritance games)

December-Gwen x Duncan (Total drama) & Spencer x Toby (PLL)

#katie bell #oliver wood #harry potter series #pansy parkinson #theo nott #monty green #harper mcintyre #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #bronwyn rojas #nate macauley #sam fraser #deena x sam #gwen x duncan #jennifer jj jareau #emily prentiss #spencer reid #clarke griffin #bellamy blake

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reidsbookclub · 3 years

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maybe just maybe if I post this little snippet the writing fairies will give me the willpower to actually finish it.

here's my "its been sitting on my docs, mocking me, silently laughing at me that I cant finish it fic with Lexie Gray x Spencer Reid fic.

🍃 anon if you see this I hope you like it so far.

Should I tag my taglist on this?? It’s like a paragraph long.

“I got here as fast as I could, what happened?” Spencer asked

“Emily started chasing the unsub, she made a wrong turn and got shot. No one will tell us anything” a very angry Morgan said as he tried to get the attention of another doctor.

Spencer looks for Lexie knowing that he would take the million and one questions the team would have any day over the anxiety buildup he was feeling knowing Emily had been injured.

Spencer quickly looked around when he spotted who he knew from pictures to be Meredith Grey, Lexie’s older sister. “Excuse me, Dr. Grey, I'm looking for - well- the other Dr. Grey. My name is-I’m.. Dr. Reid, Spencer Reid.”

“Ah, you’re who Lexi’s been texting. She said you were a genius, you don’t sound like a genius”

At this Spencer couldn't help but shuffle nervously, he suddenly felt heat surround his cheeks and knew that he was turning scarlet red.

“Relax, I’ll go get her for you”

Lexie was making her way to the waiting area when she spotted Mark. Ever since she broke up with him, Mark had taken the childish route and tried to make her jealous with any nurse that crossed both their paths. Then she spots him, her breath catching, it was as if time had stood still.

“I heard Dr. Handsome was looking for me”

“Lexie, hi”

“Did…did that Dr. just call Spencer handsome?” Rossi said baffled.

“What can I do for you doc?” Lexie said blush crossing her cheeks as she flirted with Reid.

“Well, doc,” Spencer said smirking at how easily flirting came to him when she was around, “one of my teammates is in surgery and no one is giving us an update”

“Who is the lead surgeon?”

“Dr. Bailey” Morgan answered for Spencer.

“Well, your teammate is in good hands, I can tell you that much. Let me see what I can find out.”

#🍃 anon #current wip #spencer reid x lexie gray

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 years

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Character Masterlist

Harry Potter

Our Family [x] Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 2264 Rating: Teen

Castle On the Hill [x] Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 1300 Rating: Teen

Eraser [x] Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 220 Rating: Teen

Family Matters [x] Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 4000 [2 Parts] Rating: Gen

Better Mood [x] Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 856 Rating: Mature

Sundays [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:1000 Rating: Gen

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:500 Rating: Gen

Perfect [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

I’m a Monster [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Mature

Let’s Do It [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

She’s Got You [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:3000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

The Grand Tour [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Dive [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

Only the Good Die Young [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Character Word Count: 2300 Rating: Mature

The Way We Were [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Character Word Count: 21,444 [11 Parts] Rating: Mature

A War Wedding [x] Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Character Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Shape of You [x] Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Character Word Count: 1800 Rating: Teen

Come With Me [x] Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader Word Count: 5000 Rating: Teen

Marvel

Stuck In the Middle [x] Word Count: 12,000 [7 Parts] Rating: Teen

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Blue Ain’t Your Colour [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1417 Rating: Teen

Family Traditions [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1450 Rating: Explicit

100 Kisses [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 2250 Rating: Explicit

Worth It [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 3372 Rating: Explicit

Prettiest Girl [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader Word Count: 1453 Rating: Mature

Trying [x] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 2600 Rating: Teen

Let Me Show You [x] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 2711 Rating: Explicit

It’s Not Easy Being Steve [x] Pairing: Pre Serum Steve Rogers x Original Character Word Count: 2192 Rating: Explicit

You’re My Best Girl [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2565 Rating: Gen

Distraction [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1545 Rating: Explicit

Because I Want To [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3207 Rating: Explicit

Get Some Sleep [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2683 Rating: Explicit

Say It First [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1900 Rating: Teen

Priorities [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1133 Rating: Mature

Complicated [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Original Character Word Count: 4173 Rating: Teen

Keep Quiet [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1668 Rating: Explicit

Give The Kid A Break [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1306 Rating: Gen

Glad You’re Here [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Take a Break [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 2936 Rating: Explicit

For Tony [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Mature

Empty Promises [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1200 Rating: Mature

Supermarket Flowers [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x N/A Word Count: 1403 Rating: Teen

My Girls [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 757 Rating: Gen

Round Two? [x] Pairing: Thor x Reader Word Count: 1853 Rating: Explicit

Mr Goody-Two-Shoes [x] Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader Word Count: 1443 Rating: Explicit

Well Played [x] Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Word Count: 2076 Rating: Explicit

Make Me [x] Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Word Count: 2457 Rating: Explicit

Truth or Dare [x] Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count:572 Rating: Mature

You’ve Got Us [x] Pairing: Cullen Reader x Marvel Gang Word Count: 1047 Rating: General

Grey’s Anatomy

36 Weeks [x] Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 2150 Rating: Mature

Anna Parsons [x] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Navy Dresses [x] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

How To Make Friends [x] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1600 Rating: Gen

No Boys Allowed [x] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader Word Count: 1750 Rating: Gen

Not One of Us [x] Pairing: Cullen x Teen Wolf Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

Saviour [x] Pairing: Reader Stilinski Word Count: 2600 Rating: Gen

How Would You Feel? [x] Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

I Love You, Yasmin Khan Pairing: 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan Word Count: 1582 Rating: Teen

Say It [x] Pairing: John Winchester x Reader Word Count: 500 Rating: General

Captain Peralta & His Lieutenant [x] Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Character Word Count: 1340 Rating: Explicit

Come on Over Tonight [x] Pairing: Steven Hyde x Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

Zack’s Worst Scheme [x] Pairing: Zack Morris/Original Character/Kelly Kapowski Word Count: 5700 Rating: Teen

Moving On [x] Pairing: Frank Delfino x Reader Word Count: 1030 Rating: Teen

You’re A Selfish Bastard [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Damn Dog [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2772 Rating: Mature

Farmer’s Daughter [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

The Way Out [x] Pairing: Don Flack x Original Character Word Count: 1142 Rating: Mature

Movies

Asexual Scripps [x] Paring: Donald Scripps Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

Your Beautiful Song [x] Paring: David Posner Word Count: 1000 Rating: Mature

What Do I Know? [x] Paring: Donald Scripps, David Posner Word Count: 500 Rating: Gen

Go On Mate [x] Pairing: Stuart Dakin x Male Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Mature

Bad Days [x] Pairing: Peter Krasinsky x Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Gen

La Tua Cantante [x] Pairing: Marcus Volturi x Original Character x Spencer Reid Word Count: 5140 Rating: Teen

#my writing #marvel #harry potter #history boys #masterlist #to all the boys i've loved before #twilight #saved by the bell #teen wolf #greys anatomy #supernatural #how to get away with murder #that 70s show #b99

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mischievousmouse · 5 years

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Fandom Character List / Guidelines

Hello everyone! Here is a list of fandoms, and characters within those fandoms I will definitely be able to write for! Feel free to request from outside of these characters and fandoms, though I may or may not be able to fulfill your request!

I write Ficlets/Imagines/One-shots

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher, Ian Gallagher, Kevin Bell, Mickey Milkavich

Riverdale

Jughead Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweet Pea, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Malachai

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby, Alfie Solomans, Arthur Shelby, ‘Polly Grey - Maybe’, John Shelby, Ada

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia

Bones

Brenan, Lance Sweets, James Aubrey, Wendell Bray

Divergent

Tobias Eaton, Eric, Tori, Al

Marvel

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Natasha R., Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint, Wanda M., Loki, Bucky, Wade Wilson

DC Universe

Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Joker, Harley Quinn

The Flash

Barry Allen, Cisco

Arrow

Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen, Roy Harper, John Diggle, Sin, Tommy Merlin, Nyssa Al Ghul

Into the Spiderverse

Spiderman

Venom

Eddie Brock

Supernatural

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Lucifer, Bobby Singer - Not Romantically, Gabriel, Jody Mills, Kevin Tran, Gadreel, Alex, Claire

Good Omens

Crowley, Aziraphael

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore, Niklaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Katherine Pierce, Bonnie Bennet, Jeremy Gilbert, Alaric Saltzman, Elijah Mikaelson, Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donavan, Rebekah Mikaelson, Lexi, Jenna Sommers, Vicki Donavan

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Liam, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Cora Hale, Brett Talbot, Danny Mahalani, Ethen, Aiden, Mason, Boyd, Laura Hale

Twilight

Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Jasper Hale, Victoria, Emmett Cullen, Esme Cullen, Sam Uley, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Seth Clearwater, Leah Clearwater, Carlisle Cullen

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasly, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Viktur Krum, Hermione Granger

Maleficent

Maleficent, Diaval

The Hobbit

Bilbo Baggins, Thorin, Thranduil, Beord, Bard, Dwalin, Kili, Fili

Lord of the Rings

Aragorn, Legolas, Samwise Gamgee, Haldir

HTTYD Race To The Edge

Hiccup, Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Stoik, Heather, Dagur

Croods

Eep, Guy, Croods Family x Son!Reader

Ed Edd n Eddy

Nazz, Edd, Eddy, Kevin

BNHA

Bakugo, Kaminari, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Dabi, Iida, Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada

Yuri On Ice

Otabek, Yuri, Yuuri, Victor, Phichit, Christophe, Kenjirou

Greek Gods / Goddesses / DemiGods

Right now, I do not have a preference on who I will and will not write for involving Greek Mythology. There isn’t a single one I imagine saying no to at the moment!

Any ships requested must be appropriately aged characters. I will gladly write for aged up character ships but will not write for ships involving adult x minor. I appreciate your support in this, but I do not need it. Thank you and happy reading!

~ Mischief

#masterpost #guidelines #mischief speaks #fandom/character list

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Code Red, Code Blue. Chapter 1: Acquainted.

Synopsis: When the BAU is led to a case in Seattle, with Seattle Grace Mercy West as the focal point. And after an unfortunate incident involving two cups of hot coffee and a ruined pair of scrubs, Spencer meets a girl that changes his whole life.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Lexie Grey

Warnings: Typical CM discussions of crimes, typical Grey's discussions of gore and medical talk (very minimal, though!), meet-cute, literally one (1) offhanded "killing yourself" joke

Word count: 3.0K

Notes: My baby.. she's finally finished... Please enjoy, I spent way too long on this!

Likes are appreciated, but reblogs and comments help writers more!

Wednesday, September 29. 9:42 AM in Quantico, Virgina.

Spencer had only ever been to Seattle once.

Working in the BAU took him all over the country. Cases popped up in every corner, in every state, in every place you could possibly imagine. He had seen nearly every part of the vast landscape that was the US of A.

The last case that had led them across the country to Seattle was The Seattle Strangler, back when Gideon was still on the team. Spencer had mixed emotions about that thought. But he was a professional and he was going to do his job.

Their current case was as close as you could get to clean cut and dry in their line of work. Women in their 20s being stabbed. Pretty simplistic, right?

The one connection each murder had, though, was that every single woman was eventually directed to Seattle Grace Mercy West. And while the hospital was a fairly major one, it was a Level 1 Trauma Center, after all, which meant a lot of patients, it was definitely raising a few alarm bells in their heads. Each woman was also eventually declared dead at that exact hospital.

It could never hurt to check every possible lead, could it?

Spencer used two fingers to rub at the sleep clinging to his eye still. He tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn as he shifted in his seat. Although he was quite used to struggles with sleep (hence his dependence on caffeine), it never truly got any better.

“Late night?” Morgan inquired. He propped his arms on the top of Spencer’s seat, peering over the other man’s shoulder.

Spencer shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep,” he replied. He frowned softly, continuing to try and rid himself of the tiredness that stuck to his lashes before he was interrupted by another yawn.

God, he could really use some coffee right now.

He glanced down at his watch and his frown deepened. They still had at least another two hours until they would land.

Spencer would consider himself a fairly patient man. He didn’t mind waiting, hell, he most often played the waiting game in his job as a BAU agent. But right now, sitting on that jet running on only five hours of sleep with not a drop of caffeine in sight, he was feeling just one moment away from simply losing it.

Not like it would actually happen, though. Spencer wasn’t that kind of guy. He was calm and reserved, even in the face of adversity.

Hotch’s voice cut through Spencer’s internal monologue for the moment, snapping him back into reality. “We’re going to head to the police station first,” he began, casting a glance over each BAU member in eyesight, “After we get all the necessary facts, we’re going to head to the hospital. Sound good?” He was met with a round of nods from everyone and he nodded back.

Wednesday, September 29. 11:23 AM in Seattle, Washington.

Lexie needed a goddamn break.

Being a surgical resident had to be a punishment designed in one of the seven pits of hell. How dare she desire to save people's lives, right?

At least it was better than being an intern.

She loved her job, don’t get her wrong, being a surgeon was her dream. It’s just that she couldn’t remember the last time she got more than four hours of sleep a night and she was just so tired all the time. From running around constantly to several hours long surgeries to forty-eight hour shifts.

Not to mention the constant drama and tragedy that filled the Seattle Grace Mercy West halls. You couldn’t turn a corner without hearing about someone sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend or about another MerDer breakup or another surprise pregnancy. Really, sometimes it was just ridiculous.

Lexie herself had been the victim of that good ol’ SGMW drama. She was trying to pull herself free from the clutches of it all, but it always seemed to follow them all. Like some sort of curse was placed on that very hospital.

But that was besides the point. The point was that she needed just one moment of peace, away from all the chaos of the hospital and the drama. Was that so selfish of her?

The sound of sneakers shuffling and her racing heart filled Lexie’s ears as she rushed through the halls. The occasional ‘excuse me’ slipped from her lips, trying not to crash into everyone that was in her way.

When your attending pages 911, you don’t walk - you run.

Her feet skidded to a stop as the familiar emergency room came into view, nearly making her trip with the sudden halt. Her movements seemed almost practiced with the near mindless way she moved - triage gown, tie in the back, gloves. This wasn’t her first trauma, and it would be far from the last.

“What do we have?” Bailey’s voice cut through the millions of other noises filling the room - the rustling of fabric, the snapping of latex gloves on skin, the chatter of voices. The ER was ever far from being quiet.

“28-year-old woman stabbed fifteen times in the torso, majority in the chest,” Owen shot back. He rushed forwards when the glint of red and blue lights followed by the sirens that would follow them for the rest of their lives came into view, and the rest of them marched behind.

“God, overkill much?” Cristina muttered low to Meredith. Bailey, who heard everything always, shot a glare over her shoulder. Cristina threw her hands up in defense, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Her face fell the minute Bailey turned away and she shook her head with a quiet scoff.

The doors to the ambulance flew open and out rushed a woman on a stretcher. “BP is 158 over 92, HR is 92,” an EMT announced. Owen cursed under his breath as he took the railing of the stretcher into his hands.

“She’s hypertensive,” he announced. Quickly, other hands began to grab onto the stretcher as well, guiding the women into the hospital doors. He barked out a few names and different orders and Lexie slowly loosened her grip on the railing as her feet quit keeping pace before stopping entirely. She watched as the woman was rushed towards a trauma room, a frown falling on her lips. Trauma was never a pretty sight.

With a sigh she made her way to the receptionist desk near the ER entrance doors where a few of the other residents left behind had gathered.

“That’s the third stabbing in less than two months,” April remarked. A little frown began to form on her lips as she flipped the chart in her hand. “And they’ve all been women in their late 20s.”

She didn’t have to say it. They were all thinking it. The glances exchanged spoke a thousand words.

“You don’t think..” Meredith trailed off. She shot a look towards Cristina, then glanced back at April. The current hypothesis wasn’t looking so hot.

“It’s probably just a weird coincidence,” Lexie was quick to interject. Her words did little to quell the tense energy that filled the emergency room. “I mean, Seattle’s a big city. Plenty of crazy people doing crazy things. I’m sure they’re not related.” She waved a hand dismissively. Then she added, “It is getting close to the holidays. Don’t crime rates increase during the holiday seasons, or something?”

The pager attached to her hip beeped. She groaned, a pout appearing on her face at the sound. She unclicked it from the waistband of her scrub pants to take a glance at the numbers displayed on the screen and she sighed once more. It was Derek.

With a murmur of, “I’ve got to go,” that was met with a few dismissive waves of goodbyes from her fellow residents, she made her way towards the elevators, absolutely not ready for whatever Derek had in store for her now.

Wednesday, September 29. 2:17 PM in Seattle, Washington.

One thing you never want to hear in a hospital is silence. And that’s exactly Lexie had been greeted when she emerged from the imaging room, a stack of paperwork and scans ordered by Derek in hand. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was absolutely happening and she’d be damned if she was left out of it.

It all started to make sense, though, as she made her descent down a floor of stairs and she noticed a group of her coworkers crowded behind a corner. Mentally she counted heads - Cristina, Meredith, Alex, Jackson, April.. All five of them in the same place at the same time, clearly hiding from someone (or something?), always spelled trouble.

Cautiously, she made her way towards the group. She tried to stand on her tip-toes, trying to look over their shoulders to see whatever the hell it was that was making them all stop in their tracks, but to no luck.

Finally with a huff, she decided to pipe up. “What are we looking at?” Her sudden appearance obviously spooked them, as they all nearly jumped at the sound of her voice, but they quickly relaxed when they realized it was just Lexie. She flashed a little smile that was short lived and didn’t quite reach her eyes with an utterance of ‘sorry’.

“Them,” Meredith said. Lexie leaned to the side and she followed the finger that Meredith pointed with. Never would have Lexie guessed what would be standing before her right now.

There, talking to the Chief and Owen, was a group of people that certainly didn’t look like they belonged together. One man in particular, though, stood out among the rest - a tall man with curly brown locks and the most beautiful face Lexie had ever seen. “I heard they’re FBI agents,” Cristina cut in, knocking her out her little lovestruck daydream, and Lexie’s head snapped so quickly to look back at her, it’s a wonder it didn’t break.

“What?” Was all she could manage in response. “FBI, wh-” She shook her head, trying to clear her head from all the thoughts racing through it. “What would the FBI be doing here?” Her voice dropped low, almost to a rushed whisper.

Cristina shrugged. “Hell if I know.” Lexie frowned. And just as she opened her mouth, ready to say more, Owen gestured in the direction of their little gathering. And when the group of supposed FBI agents looked at them, they all took off, scattering away in their different directions, like roaches when you turned the lights on.

Except for Lexie. She was frozen in place, her blood running cold in her body when their hard eyes locked on her. She forced another smile, a nervous little giggle escaping her as heat washed over her cheeks in heavy waves. She raised her free hand to offer them a half-hearted greeting before pointing behind her with her thumb and then promptly spinning on her heel and hurriedly trying to escape the embarrassment that was that interaction.

Wednesday, September 29. 2:45 PM in Seattle, Washington.

Spencer had drank approximately four-and-a-half cups of coffee since landing in Seattle, and he was not quite satisfied yet.

Would he ever truly be satisfied with the amount of caffeine he consumed? Could anyone, really? The answer didn’t really matter. Not to him, anyways. Especially not now, when the tiredness ran bone deep and the day was nowhere near close to being finished. So, he was going to get another cup.

“I’m going to get some coffee,” he announced offhandedly as he pushed himself up from his seat.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the young genius as he started to make his way in the direction of the coffee machines. “Really?” Morgan said. “Another cup of coffee? Seriously, kid, you’re going to kill yourself with all that caffeine and sugar you consume.” Spencer waved a hand in response and Morgan could only shake head with a small smile falling over his lips.

“Oh, you’re getting coffee?” JJ perked up, craning her neck slightly to catch Spencer’s eye before he disappeared. “Do you think you could get me a cup, too? Please?”

Spencer nodded. “Cream and sugar?” A grin split across JJ’s face at the idea that he remembered what she liked in her coffee. Although, with Spencer, he couldn’t have possibly forgotten in the first place. “You know it!” she called out to him. “You’re the best, Spence!”

“No problem,” he called back to her as he turned the corner.

The trek to the elevator and up to the coffee carts was not a particularly long one, but it did give Spencer enough time to get lost in his thoughts. His movements almost ran on autopilot as he got on the elevator and pressed the button with the number four painted on it.

His feet moved for him, guiding him in the direction of exactly where he wanted to be. Ideas and different theories of their current case filled his head as he walked.

All of this to say - he was not paying attention. Not one bit. Not even as he mindlessly ordered two coffees - one mocha latte with room for sugar and one black with cream and sugar. Not as he began to round the corners that he was starting to become familiar with from turning around so many times due to his near caffeine addiction.

Not even as another body rounded the same corner as him.

It wasn’t until the harsh impact came, the colliding of two people knocking hard into each other and hot coffee being dumped all over each other, that he really came back to reality.

Lexie gasped as the coffee crashed right onto her, burning through her scrubs and stinging her skin. She glanced up, wanting to look whoever just ruined her scrubs in the eye, and it was like the whole world slowed for a moment.

It was cute supposed FBI agent guy.

Her jaw went slack, practically hitting the floor, and all she could do was stare. She almost wanted to pinch herself, check if any of this was really real, but the hot coffee burning her skin told her it was true.

“I’m so sorry,” The words fell out of Spencer’s mouth in an instant. He glanced around in search of something, anything, that could clean up the mess he just made, but he was coming up empty. “Really, I am so sorry-”

Lexie shook her head. “It’s fine-”

Spencer’s eyebrows pinched together. “I just spilled hot coffee all over you, it is not fine.” Lexie could feel her heart skip a beat.

“No, really, it- it’s fine,” she chuckled. “I have another pair of scrubs in my locker, it’s okay.” Spencer didn’t seem satisfied with that answer.

Now it was his turn to shake his head. “Can I make it up to you? You know, for.. getting you doused in coffee and ruining your scrubs.”

Lexie hesitated for a moment. While he was very cute, and seemingly very sweet, she barely knew this guy.

But something inside her told her to take her chance.

“Uh,” she bit down on her bottom lip. She waited for a beat. “Yeah,” she found herself saying, “Yeah, why don’t you buy me a coffee?” Spencer’s whole face lit up at her answer.

Could you blame him, though? Even covered in coffee, the woman before him was absolutely stunning.

“My name’s Spencer,” he finally added. “Spencer Reid. Doctor Spencer Reid, actually.’” Lexie arched a brow at him, head tilting to the side. “Doctor, huh?” she echoed. “Are you, like, new around here, or something? Did you transfer from another hospital?”

“Oh, no. I- I’m not an MD, I’m, uh.. I’m a PhD.”

Lexie slowly nodded her head. “Right,” she muttered. The smile on her face couldn’t seem to budge. “Well, I’m Lexie,” she stuck a hand out to him, “Doctor Lexie Grey, MD.” They both grinned at her words before chuckling. Spencer found himself thinking her name was beautiful. He glanced down at her outstretched hand and then so did she, and for a moment they were both just staring at her hand.

Finally, he spoke up again, “I- I don’t do handshakes,” he spit out. “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s, uh- it’s actually safer to kiss.”

Lexie nodded her head once more and let her hand fall back to her side. She ran her palm down the side of her thigh, subtly trying to wipe the gathering sweat. A part of her was tempted to ask if he wanted to kiss her, but she held off. For now.

“So, are you a germaphobe, or something? Or do you just know a lot of different facts?”

“Both, actually,” he said. “I, uh, I have an eidetic memory, so I remember everything I read. A lot about bacteria.”

“An eidetic memory?” Lexie echoed. “Really?”

Spencer nodded, a smirk worming its way onto his lips as he began to rock himself on his heels. “And an IQ of 187 and I can read 20,000 words per minute.”

“Oh, so you’re some sort of super genius, is that what this is?”

Spencer shrugged and his smile seemed to grow. “I don’t think intelligence can be defined by arbitrary measures. But for all intents and purposes, I am a genius.”

“You know, that’s really weird, because I actually have a photographic memory,” Lexie said. She tilted her head to the side again. “Does that make me a genius, too?”

Spencer chuckled. “Well, being a doctor isn’t an easy thing to achieve. Especially being a surgeon. I would imagine you have to be fairly smart to become one.”

Lexie’s own smile seemed to grow as well. “Well, Dr. PhD, why don’t you tell me a little bit more about yourself?” She nodded her head in the direction she came from before she started to walk. And Spencer found himself following behind her.

For some reason, Spencer felt like he wasn’t going to regret spilling coffee on her.

for @gghostwriter bc i don't have a taglist <3

(if you would like to be crcb taglist, let me know!!)

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 5 years

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(31 Days Of Horror) || whump.tober

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LyvGM1

by Lunala_Shadow

Taking over the month of October is Whump.tober, providing writers of all kind with a challenge of 31 days of writing prompts. I am taking part in it this year along with lilie (tearlessly) to bring the people 31 days of fandom writing. Starting October first the challenge will begin here and over on my Tumblr as well. Make sure you add this to your library and leave kudos to get reminded when this starts up especially if you're looking for a certain character x oc/reader First thing posted is the warnings and fandoms/pairings with the prompt of the assigned day. Can't wait to start this up!

Words: 612, Chapters: 1/32, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Fallout 4, Supernatural, The Walking Dead (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017), Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order: SVU, Criminal Minds (US TV), Youtubers, Singers, Celebrities - Fandom, Actors - Fandom, Until Dawn (Video Game), Lucifer (TV), Smosh, NCIS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Rick Grimes, Maggie Greene, Castiel (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod, Mark Fischbach, Jenna Marbles, Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Frank Castle, Trish Walker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Chloe Decker, Negan (Walking Dead), Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Lexie Grey, Peter Parker, Patrick Stump, Taylor Swift, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Sebastian Stan, Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Nick Valentine, Curie (Fallout), Derek Shepherd, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Amanda Rollins, Chris Hartley, Sam Giddings, Daryl Dixon, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Shayne Topp, Courtney Miller, Gabriel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Matthew Patrick, Stephanie Cordato, Alex Karev, Arizona Robbins, Lauren Cohan, Until Dawn Ensemble, Marvel Cast (Ensemble)

Relationships: There's far too many sorry

Additional Tags: Shaky Hands, Explosion, Delirium, Human shield, gunpoint, Dragged away, Isolation, Stab Wound, shackled, Unconsciousness, Stitches, "don't move", Adrenaline, Tear-stained, Scars, pinned down, "stay with me", Muffled scream, Asphyxiation, Trembling, laced drink, hallucination, Bleeding Out, Secret Injury, Humiliation, abandoned, Ransom, beaten, Nnumb, Recovery, Embrace, Horror, Angst, Depression, Kidnapping, trigger warning, injuries, Death, Self-Harm, Mental Health Issues, Creatures, Monsters, Murderers, Smut, /Reader, /OC, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, whumptober 2019

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LyvGM1

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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railingsofsorrow · 3 years

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hello! in here you find out how you can make your request :)

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I do not write smut. I don't feel comfortable.

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romantic/platonic relationships: if you don't specify I'll just go with the flow

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which tropes do i write for?

best friends to lovers

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CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

derek morgan

penelope garcia

aaron hotchner

GREY'S ANATOMY

meredith grey

cristina yang

jackson avery

april kepner

amelia shepherd

MCU

peter parker (all three!)

michelle jones

ned leeds

gwen stacy

TWILIGHT

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edward cullen

jasper hale

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bella swan

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

TMI (the mortal instruments)

*it will be based off of the books or movie, not the tv show.*

jace herondale

simon lewis

clary fray

isabelle lightwood

alec lightwood

maia roberts

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen

johanna mason

finnick odair

peeta mellark

TVD / T.O

stefan salvatore

elena gilbert

bonnie bennett

caroline forbes

lexi branson

klaus mikaelson

kol mikaelson

rebekah mikaelson

freya mikaelson

elijah mikaelson

hayley marshall

hope mikaelson

HARRY POTTER - MARAUDERS ERA

james potter

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

peter pettigrew

lily evans

marlene mckinnon

dorcas meadowes

pandora lovegood

OUTER BANKS

jj maybank

kiara carrera

sarah cameron

john b. routledge

pope heyward

rafe cameron

(other shows might be added later on)

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have a great day and don't forget to drink water, lovelies!!

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ao3feed-ncis · 5 years

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(31 Days Of Horror) || whump.tober

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LyvGM1

by Lunala_Shadow

Words: 612, Chapters: 1/32, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Relationships: There's far too many sorry

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LyvGM1

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leahseclipse · 4 years

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Painful visit (Grey’s X CM crossover)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: As the BAU lands in Seattle for a case, the reader encounters a traumatic event.

Warnings: SPOILERS/MENTIONS OF S6 EP 23, 24 OF GREY’S ANATOMY; Graphic details, mentions of injuries, blood, shooting, GSW, death, suicide, prison mentions, slight sexual allusions

Category: Rated T - Hurt/Comfort (DW, despite all of the shitty stuff that happens- it ends well !!!)

Word count: 9.7 k

A/N: That's a- kinda 'rewrite', bc I took the eps 23 and 24 of s6, of greys as a base, I didn’t include all of the scenes, and I mixed it w some CM scenes, etcc...We didnt get to have a crossover, so I took these eps, so it would kinda be one. So, enjoy this.....'kinda rewrite of greys, mixed with CM' LMAOO (SPOILERS OF THE EPS MENTIONED: Instead of Alex, it’s the reader who gets shot, I wanted to change things up, so....i did that )

I....don't know if it's good or not, but if you like it, let me know! :)

RE-EDITED ON 5/25/22

Soon after the team landed in Seattle, they drove to the police station that had been assigned the case. After settling in, Hotch quickly delivered everyone’s orders at lightning speed and to her luck, y/n had been assigned to go to Seattle Grace.

No one had any idea how badly she had wanted to decline and try to switch, but she decided to not play it childish and remain professional.

It might seem weird to anyone else, but hospitals have never been her favorite place to be at, she had been there quite a few times, each of the trips remaining memorable, especially when she almost got killed when she had attended there with Reid and Hotch.

Not exactly the best to start with in her first week.

Nonetheless she moved on, mainly so that she could be as effective as possible in her work to not be a risk to anyone else, she wouldn’t forgive herself for a while if someone would be injured because of her, whether they’re absolute strangers or one of the members of her team.

The case had been in Seattle today, it had been a while since she haven’t been there for another reason that work itself but she always enjoyed in some way to come here when she didn’t happen to be there for work, she would at least go on ferry boats once a day, she couldn’t leave without at least going on one during her trip.

Too bad she’ll have to sit out on this one, she really likes them.

She was also lucky enough to be familiar with some of the officers working there as it wasn't her first trip at the station. She had seen them outside of work, so the relationship between them was more than okay and quite advantageous for work.

Even if her main priority was to solve the case, it was nice to have a good work environment once in a while. Y/N had to admit that she knew a whole lot of people in that place, whether it was officers, doctors, or whatever person she interacted with.

As she arrived at the place, she was about to ask for the people she needed to see when a voice called her.

“Y/L/N, what a pleasure to see you there!”

“Sloan. Indeed, what a pleasure.”

“It’s been a while since you came, didn’t you miss me?”

“Not at all.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“No.”

“I’m quite disappointed, I thought you’d be delighted to see me. It’s a shame.”

“Quit it Sloan, I’m not here to play, unfortunately.”

“Not even after the case? I’m sure you have an hour to spare.”

“I’m sure I have it.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Too bad, I’m not interested...and available.”

“Not available, as if...not single?”

“You got it.”

“Oh, wow. That kinda hurts.”

“Try to get back little Grey instead of hitting on me.”

“Nah, she’s with Karev. She’s moving on.”

“No, trust me, she’s not. You gotta try harder. She’s obsessed with you.”

“Nah, she likes Karev now.”

“I can see it, both of you. And if it’s not true, then I guess my profiling skills must suck.”

“They probably suck.”

“Shut up, they’re better than your flirting skills.”

“No, no one can resist Sloan.”

“False, because I’m the living proof.”

“Ouch, that hurts.”

“I know. By the way...is the chief still Webber or did that change?”

“It’s Shepherd now.”

“Really? What happened there?”

“Richard encountered some…stuff, and Derek took over. Hate to admit it, but he’s pretty good at it.”

“Do you hate to admit it because you wish that were you?”

“Hate to admit it again, but yeah.”

“Just murder Shepherd and take over, I’ll cover for you.” Y/N joked.

“It’s okay. We had...some stuff that you know about- ruining our relationship, but I guess it got better, we’re able to talk without having the need to kill the other.”

“At least it’s a good progress.”

“It’s better than having to murder each other at least.”

“Hm, true.”

“Anyway, before you get in trouble because you’ll be late or whatever, tell me about that boyfriend of yours on the way.” Mark said, as they both walked in the direction of the elevator.

“...fine, but just because it’s you.”

“So, can I ask questions?”

“Go ahead.” Y/N said, walking in the elevator with him.

“Is he part of the men you were with last time?”

“Yep, the one with glasses.”

“What was his name? Reid? We have someone named like that too.”

“Wasn’t her name spelled ‘R-e-e-d’?”

“Yeah, I don’t know much about her, but, don’t worry, I don’t plan on hitting on her.”

“Do you?” She asked.

“Everyone knows me as the hospital’s whore already, you don’t need to add more.”

“Bailey didn’t need to tell it, everyone knows.”

“Did you come here to hurt me?”

“As always.” She chuckled.

“You’re mean y/l/n.”

“This is my nice side.”

“...not really to me.” He pointed out, sounding hurt.

“I never hit you once, consider yourself lucky. Morgan accidentally found himself with a bruise when I hit him...by accident of course.”

“I’m going to be careful then…” He exclaimed, leaving a space between the two of them.

“You should be afraid of me. I’m dangerous.”

“Damn, never thought you were like that, you looked like a small kitten when I first saw you.”

“I was a newbie, everyone is like that. Don’t you dare tell me that the interns aren’t like that on the first day.”

“We got pretty good ones, I got Avery with me.”

“Oh, Avery. The ‘plastics posse’ right?”

“Yeah, we’re a good team.”

“I pity him, you’re a bit annoying.”

“Never, you got the wrong person.”

“I’m sure I didn’t. You tried to hit on me 24/7.”

“You could have told me you got a boyfriend, I was kind of hitting on you in some texts.”

“He already knows you’re a friend.”

“So, during all this time...you were, what’s the term already?”

“Friendzone. That’s where you were at, and where you’ll remain with me.”

“It’s serious between you and the genius?”

“Yeah, I’d say so. It’s going pretty well.”

“Guess I’ll have to give up on you then.”

“Guess so. But you can keep fake flirting, it’s okay. That’s kind of fun.”

“You’re going to make him jealous.”

“I assure you, Morgan fake flirts with Penelope, and they’re not in love.”

“Okay, I’ll keep going if that’s not a problem.”

“Don’t go too far though.”

“That’s going to be complicated, you told me I could keep going like before.”

“Like before, but less like you want to...have sex with me.”

“Can’t guarantee, but I’ll try.”

“You better try.” She warned. “Okay, see you later, gonna talk with Shepherd. Go back to work, Avery’s gonna be lost without you.”

“He’s doing well enough, I don’t need to babysit him.”

“He’s still a baby. Go teach him more, now.”

“You’re bossy.”

“Glad to know that.” Y/N answered, knocking on the door before entering a few seconds after she heard him telling she could enter.

“Oh, y/l/n, it’s been a while. Didn’t get many cases here?”

“I’m afraid not, Derek.”

“You should try to come when you’re free, because I heard you like ferries too.”

“Quite a lot. But I’d have to either quit my job or have a big enough injury to be able to take a month off.”

“Let’s not hope for that, as much as I like to spend time with you.”

“Yeah, hospital stuff.”

“I remember, yeah.”

“No one forgets it. So, uh, do you mind if I ask you stuff about the last patients you’ve treated? That’s kind of why I’m here.”

“I was aware of it.” Derek pointed out, as we began discussing.

The conversation went on for a bit, a few jokes being exchanged from time to time as we went on, and finally closed the chat when all there was to be told was done.

“Outside of case stuff, it was nice to see you again.” She said.

“Yeah, for me too. Have...I was going to say fun, but…”

“...yeah.” She chuckled.

“Have a good day...I guess.”

“Have a good day as well.” She left the room, hearing a ringing before taking her phone and answering the call. “Yeah, Spence?”

“Is everything alright at the hospital? Just...wanted to check in.”

“Yeah, it’s going okay, I’m quickly going to see a few more people, and I’ll be on my way back to the station. What about you guys, anything new?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.”

“I have a feeling you didn’t only call for that.”

“...fine, I kind of missed you.”

“I already knew that. You’re the only one who called.”

“Morgan was going to, before me.”

“He probably saw how panicked you were, because I wasn’t here.”

“I was just...worried, I called to check if you were okay. I don’t want to be creepy or morbid, but you could have had an accident and I wouldn’t know until I’d have a call from the hospital itself.”

“You’re worrying way too much Reid.”

“Just in case. It’s better to be safe.”

“Okay, thanks for worrying. Is that okay for you?”

“Yeah, it is. I’m worrying about you, you should at least be grateful, it’s an honor.”

“An honor? Why?”

“I don’t worry like I worry for you with everyone, you get a special worry type.”

“Huh, didn’t know you were worrying differently depending on who it is.”

“At least you learned a new thing about me.”

“Is it going to make me smarter, or what?”

“No! You get to be closer to me, I feel offended that this wasn’t what you said.”

“So now I have to say the right stuff, as if I’m a robot?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna hang up on you.”

“Okay- no, you don’t have to say specific things as if you’re a robot. Stay yourself.”

“That’s better. Thanks, Genius.”

“Why do you still call me that?”

“Do you prefer ‘stupid’? I can call you like that if you want.”

“Genius is fine.”

“Good to know. I’m gonna see just a few more people, and I’ll be right back.”

“Hotch doesn’t need to know, right?”

“It’ll be five minutes. Tops. If I don’t call you back in five minutes, you call me to remind me to get my ass here, and I’ll stop the conversation, okay?”

“Okay. Be safe, I love you.”

“I love you too, Bye.” She hung up, walking further into the corridor as she put her phone back in her pocket when she arrived in front of the elevator.

Y/N steps inside, pressing the button of the lower level.

After a minute of waiting, the elevator stopped as a ‘ding’ made itself heard to indicate that it had arrived to the level, and honestly, without it, she would have stayed there for 30 hours more, she’s always daydreaming and doesn’t tend to pay attention to what’s around her.

The empty corridor in front of her seemed kind of weird at first, she didn’t get why. There're at least ten doctors on the same floor; and even patients around, so, why wasn’t anyone here?

She left the elevator, looking around as she walked.

She didn’t see anything, but as she was about to walk down another corridor; a loud sound was heard, and it wasn’t unknown to her. And as if she wasn’t lucky enough, the sound wasn’t far at all, it was coming from a storage room, from what was written on the sign next to it.

Naturally, she took her gun from her holster, taking the security off as she made her way to the room, making sure not to draw attention, mainly to be able to take the person by surprise, before they’d see her.

When she crossed the door, she froze at the sight.

A woman was lying on the floor, in what seemed like her own blood, she seemed to have a head wound as most of the blood was coming from here, but in mere seconds, the blood formed one big pool, growing bigger as probably the entirety of her blood was draining out.

There was a man that stood right in front of her and he seemed to be in his mid 50s to 60s, approximately; but when she looked down to his hands; she didn’t care much about his age suddenly.

He was holding a gun.

He had shot that poor woman that laid on the floor, and now she’s dead.

Is she going to end up being shot as well?

She didn’t know if she had to shoot him, run away to call for help, try to talk him down so she didn’t have to shoot, it was all blurry all of a sudden.

The gun that she was holding in her hand suddenly looked like a toy to her, her fear was overcoming it, it was like she didn’t know how to use it all of a sudden. When she stepped back, and saw him staring at her, she didn’t know how to use it, hence, hold it.

It dropped out of her hand.

Her breath intensified.

Before she could react, talk, move, or do whatever could be done, he looked right at her for a mere second, and just in front of her-

Bam.

He shot at her, and just lowered his weapon as he watched her falling onto the floor after the impact.

Was it a good thing that she had gone here, or would it have been better to wait until he had left the room to take him by surprise?

She should have waited.

She should have done something.

Why did she freeze?

Why?

She could have done something.

He couldn’t see her when she entered.

She could have taken him by surprise.

She should have.

As she attempted to calm her thoughts down, he had already left the corridor, she could hear faint footsteps from where she was.

She tried to somehow stand up, but she didn’t have the strength, she’d probably still be at it in one hour...if she didn’t bleed out before.

The elevator wasn’t far from where she was, she could possibly crawl to there, at least be somewhere safe.

Y/N didn’t feel safe, all alone in that corridor, she had to leave.

She’ll call after.

Not now.

She had to reach the elevator.

She took a deep breath, placing her hands on the floor as she began to slightly move downwards to the location she had in mind.

The distance wasn’t far at all, she kind of was grateful about it when she thought about it as she’d see the trail of blood she would leave as she moved in front of her.

Don’t panic.

Get to the elevator.

Once she had reached the doors, she had taken a shaky breath, slowly sitting up against the wall to be able to reach the button as she wouldn’t be able to if she was still laying down.

Thankfully, the elevator hadn’t been called by someone else, so to her surprise, the doors opened a few seconds after, allowing her to go inside.

She had an enormous hate for elevators in general, but in that moment, she has never liked an elevator more.

When she had reached the inside, the doors closed after her, as she breathed as much as she could; looking at the ceiling.

She didn’t have the strength to move, but she had to call.

She had to.

He was going to kill someone else if she couldn’t take her phone.

But...she just couldn’t.

Her arms didn’t apparently have the strength she had in mind, she was panicking, she could feel the blood pooling below her.

She was just...staring at the ceiling, asking herself if she was going to possibly die here.

“Yeah, I’m coming back in a bit! I have to go to the storage real quick, I’ll be back!” April exclaimed, taking her red notepad to write down something.

It had always been a habit to do that, she couldn’t miss out the details, and just in case she needed to remember something, she could always check in there.

No one or nothing was in the way when she had made her way there, so she hadn’t felt the need to look down and up from time to time.

Once she had briefly seen the door in front of her, she had pushed it with her hip, still writing down on her notepad.

As she walked further, she suddenly tripped over something, causing her to drop her notepad and fall face flat onto the floor. She slowly raised herself, as she put her hand on her nose, seeing a bit of blood, probably coming from her nose.

After wiping down some of the blood, she had begun to raise herself back up, but her blouse felt somehow...heavy, as if it was soaked.

April slowly looked down at her upper body, noticing a bright red color on it.

It couldn’t be hers, she barely fell down, it can’t be.

She turned around, completely freezing.

Reed was on the floor, her eyes were wide open, someone had shot her in the head.

She was laying in a pool of blood, and April had landed in it.

Her friend’s blood was on her.

She began panicking, her breath couldn’t stop but intensify itself, she could slowly feel tears coming to her eyes.

She had to warn the chief about it, they could still be in the hospital.

They shot Reed, and now...she’s dead.

She’s dead.

Someone shot Reed.

Someone shot her.

She’s dead.

On the way to Shepherd’s office, April couldn’t stop but repeat the same words, again and again. She couldn’t realize what had happened.

Why would anyone do that?

What was the reason?

She couldn’t understand what could have happened for her to get shot.

All of the blood...it didn’t make any sense.

I hadn’t seen that much blood since the farm.

With all of her thoughts, she didn’t even realize that she had arrived at his office.

She raised her trembling hand, opening the door, as Derek raised himself from his seat when he had seen April.

“April, what is it?”

“Do you know I grew up on a farm?” She asked.

“What happened?” Derek said, alarmed when he saw the blood on her blouse. He walked up to her. “I...grew up on a farm, so you know, blood doesn’t bother me, I,” She paused, taking her breath back. “I slaughtered a pig once. That was a lot of blood. ‘Bleeding like a… stuck pig’. That’s a saying, to bleed like a pig….you know.” She looked at him, trembling. “It...means something. But, you don’t think of people as having that much blood.”

“I mean…” She continued. “...you learn in med school how many pints we all have in us, but you don’t realize it until you see it. You don’t get how much blood...and a skinny person? I mean, my God, Reed, she’s almost anorexic.” She points out, as her lips tremble. “She’s like, five pounds, you wouldn’t think she’d have that much blood, but she did. She did-”

“April, April, April!” Derek yelled, as he slightly shook April to get her attention. “You’re in shock, it’s all right. Tell me what happened.”

“Reed’s dead. Someone...shot her.” She answered, panicked, as Derek was coming to the realization, looking on the side.

“...the police are on their way. What’s the procedure?” Derek asks, flipping pages. “You’re the head of the hospital security, how do you not know?...I know it’s never happened before, this is the first time.” He said, as he stopped at a page.

“I found it. ‘Lockdown. Nobody moves in or out...Yeah, nobody moves, nobody breathes until we know what’s going on. Okay.” He puts the phone back on the stand, turning back to April. “Here.” He said, wiping blood from her forehead. “The Police are almost here. Are you okay by yourself?”

“You’re leaving, you just said...nobody leaves, nobody moves.”

“Nobody but me. I’m the chief. This is my hospital.”

“But what if you get shot, or-”

“I’ll be right back. I’m the chief.” He said, closing the door as he left the room.

April didn’t know what to do, she could only stand there, as she found herself alone.

“Reid, did you hear about y/l/n? We’re basically done here, we should be heading back in a bit.” Morgan asked, briefly looking at him.

“No, we called about...thirty minutes ago, she told me that she’ll be back, and that she’ll call again, but she didn’t.” Reid explained, fidgeting with his phone. “I’m gonna call her to check in.”

“Okay, keep me posted.”

“Will do.” He took his phone in hand, turning it back on as he dials her number, putting his phone to his ear.

…

“Hi! You’ve reached y/n y/l/n. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave me a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day.”

...

“She’s not answering. It’s weird.” He said, as he came back into the room.

“She’s probably talking with someone, or she ran out of battery and used all of it when she called you, I guess.” Morgan assumed.

“I hope so. I'm just...really worried. What if something happened? We can't know, she's not answering her phone."

"Uh, didn’t you say that she knew people back there? Don’t you have a way to call them?”

“No, I...didn’t talk much with them, she was the only one who got closer, as she told me she would often come here out of work.” He pointed out, pausing for a bit. “Would it be ridiculous to try to call there? I mean, I...only have that in mind. I don’t even know if they’ll be able to tell.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

“Yeah, that's the only thing who came to mind. I’ll be right back...again.” Spencer awkwardly said, leaving the room once again to dial the number.

…

“The hospital is currently in lockdown. Furthermore, it is not able to receive outside communication. Please attempt to recontact the receiver at a later time.

“The place is on lockdown. Doesn’t that usually mean that...there’s a shooter, or something going on, whatever that might be?” He asked as he hurriedly walked into the room.

“Yeah, usually.” Derek answered. “Wait a minute.” He said, as he walked past Spencer. “Hey, did you guys get any call from Seattle Mercy, saying that there was a shooter… or anything worth contacting authorities? We called because one of our agents is in there, and there was some...automatic message telling it was in lockdown.” He explained to one of the officers, as Hotch and some of the members stepped in.

“Yeah- We did, the chief called in about a few minutes ago, and we also received a few from people there. There were...a lot of calls.”

“So, can we help on the field? In any way?” Morgan asked.

“From what I know, some officers and SWAT are on there, and we’re not aware if he’s alone, or if he’s still in there, or not. So, I think some more help won’t hurt.”

“Did your chief already go there?” Hotch interrupted.

“Yeah, he left with some others.” He answered.

“Y/L/N might be still in there, if you told me she called in half an hour ago, she could have not managed to get out, and might have encountered him.” Morgan said.

“Whether she’s in there or not, we might be able to help.” Emily pointed out.

“I don’t know, if you said that the hospital is on lockdown, we won’t be able to reach him unless one of the persons working there encounters him.” The man said.

“Could we...be of any assistance?” Reid asked.

“Of course.” He said, which closed the conversation as him, and the rest of the team along with some officers left the building.

Y/N had heard her phone ring two times.

The second ring was shorter.

Someone called in to check on her, and she couldn’t even answer.

Am I about to die here?

What if they don’t find me in time?

I’m scared.

I hope that someone called in about that damn shooter, he’s going to kill other people.

It’s all my fault.

People are going to die.

Probably because of me.

Certainly because of me.

Just because I couldn’t even gather the courage to even shoot his leg to stop him.

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let anyone die because of me.

I couldn’t have saved the girl that he had shot, and I could have saved the people that he’s probably going to shoot.

This is entirely my fault.

Lexie walked in the lobby, briefly running a hand on her forehead as she looked for Mark, walking in his direction once he was in sight.

“They want attending approval to do the.. auditory evoked potentials.” Lexie said, handing him papers.

“Kind of crazy, right? Think it’s serious?” Mark asks, as he flips through the pages after taking them.

“Can you just sign-”

“Does Karev think it’s serious?”

“Mark-”

“I miss you.” He said, looking at her.

“Can you just sign the order?” She said, exasperated.

“Sir, you can’t leave this area, this place is in-” A nurse warned as shots suddenly echoed, causing everyone around to panic. Some ran away, as others got on the floor.

“Get down, get down!” Someone yelled.

A bit after the precipitation, Lexie crawls on the floor in the direction of the nurse’s station.

The nurse that had just spoken was shot.

She had died within a few seconds.

“No, no, no!” Lexie yelled in panic.

“Lexie, come on! We have to get out of here.” Mark took her arm, as he glanced around.

“She’s dead, she’s dead.” Lexie said.

“Come on, I’m getting you out of here.”He said, the grip on her arm slightly stronger as he raised her up and walked further into the corridor.

He kept his arm around Lexie’s neck, as his hand was covering part of her face to keep her safe as they walked in the direction of the closest elevator.

“Come on; come on!” He yelled after pressing the button.

The doors of the elevator opened, taking both of their breaths away at the sight in front of them.

Y/N was laying in the middle of the elevator, unconscious.

Her blood was forming a large pool beneath her on the side, some of it was also splattered on the ground, and on her right side, which was darker than the rest.

Mark had seen her just an hour ago, she was perfectly fine.

Alex suddenly walked in their direction, wondering why they were just there...standing in front of the elevator instead of going in.

“Guys what are you-” He said, before looking at the laying figure. “Is that y/l/n?”

They all stopped for a second.

“What the hell happened?”

As they arrived at the location, the whole place was moving.

Helicopters were flying around, some officers were dispatched; each gathered in groups as they discussed the situation.

Prior to their arrival, one of the officers noticed their presence forward.

“One of my men called in about you on the way. BAU, right?”

“I’m the unit chief, SSA Hotchner.”

“Chief Harrison.” He answered, shaking his hand.

“What do you know about the situation?”

“Not much. We got called in a bit ago by the chief himself after one of his interns found out that one of her colleagues had been shot, and after that, we got a few calls lasting a few seconds from what we presume employees and patients as well.”

“Is there any information about the guy?” Morgan asked.

“Not yet.” Harrison said.

“Y/L/N might be still in there.” Spencer pointed out.

“She probably encountered him.” Emily resumed.

“One of your agents?” He interrupted.

“Yes. She had gone here a few hours ago to talk to some of the doctors that had talked to victims, and didn’t answer since. She might have still been there when the lockdown was put.” Hotch informed.

“Alright, we’ll work on that.” He answered.

“Do you have uh...a technical analyst with you? The analysts right there might use some more help.” A younger man asked.

“Garcia?” Hotch called.

“On it sir.” Penelope answered, walking past them.

“I grabbed everything I could think of.” Lexie said, setting down the supplies around, as Mark set y/n down on the table.

“I- I should have done something. I had a damn gun.” She cried out.

“Y/N, you’ve been shot.” Mark said, loudly enough so that she could hear.

“We have to get her out of here. He could come back, Mark. We have to get her out of here.” She hurriedly said, visibly panicked.

“There’s no exit wound Sloan. We’re gonna have to flip her.” Alex said, looking at Lexie. “Lexie, grab her shoulders.”

“We have to get her out of here Mark.” Lexie said, looking around in panic.

“Lexie, she’s losing blood. We can’t move her. Now shut up and help!” Mark yelled as Lexie sprung into action, grabbing her right shoulder; a few groans of pain coming from y/n.

“Nothing. Damn, the bullet’s still in there somewhere. We’re gonna have to wing it.” He pointed out; as they slowly put her on her back again. “Start an IV. I’ll set up a chest tube.”

“You’re going to be ok, y/n. All right?” Lexie reassured her.

“He- He’s going to kill other people. I can’t-” Y/N hurried out.

“We’re in lockdown y/n. Someone must have called the police, they’re on their way.” Mark said.

“This is my fault- I...could have stopped him.”

“Y/L/N, you froze. I know that you think you could have shot him, but you saw it, and froze. It’s a normal reaction.” Mark said.

“No, I’m a- fucking FBI agent, I could have done something. Shoot him in the leg or- something.”

“Y/N, it’s okay. Just calm down. All right?” Lexie asked.

“How can I- it’s my fault Lexie.”

“It’s not, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She reassured her, again.

“They’re going to get him.” Alex interrupted.

“Alright, you’re doing great y/n, really great. Now, I need to put in a chest tube. You’re with me, okay?” Mark checked in.

“A chest tube? No, I- I can’t. I’m ok, you don’t need to- cut me.” Y/N hurried out.

“Lexie, you get the betadine ready. I’ll do the rest, okay?” He asked.

“Okay.” She answered, applying betadine on a tissue on her skin. “Oh, god.”

As Mark began cutting into her skin, y/n let out a whimper, which quickly turned into a loud scream.

“Y/N, you have to calm down- Lexie, find a way not to make her scream.” Mark ordered.

“Oh my god- oh, god. Okay.” Lexie answered, turning back to Y/N. “Shh, it’s ok Y/N. You’re going to be okay.”

“No, I’m- Shit!” Y/N yelled, before screaming again.

“Shut her up, Lexie. If that guy with the gun hears the screaming, he’s gonna head this way. Now do something to shut her up.”

“Ok, ok, Y/N? I know that it hurts, but you have to be quiet. Ok?” She asked, as she felt Y/N’s hand moving towards her. Lexie understood what she meant, as she gripped hers at hard as she could to attempt at distracting her.

“Y/N, I want you to try and take deep breaths- Lexie, talk to her, she needs to stay quiet..”

“Ok, ok. I...you’re gonna be okay Y/N. Just hang in there. I know everything hurts, but you have to hang in there.”

“Spencer’s waiting for you, hang in there. For him. All right?” Mark asked, as she slightly nodded. “Lexie, tell me her stats.”

“Yeah.” She answered, grabbing her stethoscope, as she put it on her chest, looking at the side as she thought. “BP’s 60/palp.” She answered after a minute.

“She’s like...losing a lot of blood.” Alex said.

“Damn it, she needs a transfusion. I don’t know what we’re going to do.” Mark pointed out.

“I’ll go. I’ll go get it.” Lexie volunteered.

“Lexie, that’s insane. I’ll go.” Alex interrupted.

"No. I don’t know what to do. You guys do. I don’t...I can’t do nothing.” Lexie protested, looking back at y/n. “Y/N? Hang in there, don’t die. Ok? I will be right back.” She put her hand on her cheek, slowly moving her thumb in circular motions. “I will be right back.” She took her hand away from her face, getting up from the table as she left the room, closing the door after her.

“Karev, go with her. I don’t want her to die.” Mark said.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I’ll be right back.” Alex answered, leaving the room.

“Hey, Mark?” Y/N asked, Mark looking at her. “ Try not to kill me. Please.”

“Doing my best.” He answered honestly.

What’s going on? Why are people getting out?” Emily asked, as she saw people getting out of the building.

“They’re visitors, it’s the policy. Room by room, floor by floor, before moving non-essential hospital personnel.” Harrison answered.

“Is the shooter out already? Do we know...who it is?” Reid asked, worriedly.

“No, it’s-” He said, getting interrupted by a voice playing on the computer behind.

“Dr. Owen Hunt from Seattle Grace…”

“Sir, we have sound.” Garcia informed.

“...we are coming out with a critical patient.”

“Dr. Torres. I’m up on peds, we’ve got a kid with a ruptured appendix.”

“Dr. Miranda Bailey. I’m on five.”

“...he shot a doctor. In the ICU.”

“There are two dead security guards…”

“This guy, six-one, graying hair, mustache…”

“Dr. Charles Percy’s been shot…please come, we need help up here.”

“He killed a nurse...and shot an FBI agent, Y/N Y/L/N. Dr. Karev is with me. We’ve got a GSW to the chest, I need a way outta here if she’s gonna make it. “

“He’s looking for the chief. Specifically the chief.”

“He shot him. He shot Derek Shepherd, right in front of us. We need help-”

They all stared at the computer for a moment, not saying a word, no one knew how to react.

Y/N was still in there, and as planned, she encountered him.

On top of that, at least seven potential victims had been shot, and approx. five of them were deceased.

From the calls, three were potentially still alive, but it wasn’t guaranteed that they’d survive.

“Wait, did he say Y/N’s name?” Reid asked.

“Yeah, the- the name on it was Mark Sloan.” Garcia confirmed. “He’s with Y/N and...Alex Karev.”

“Didn’t we briefly talk to them last time?” Morgan interrogated.

“Yeah, in another case.” Hotch answered.

“Don’t worry, that guy’s gotta be pretty talented, I think he’s an attending. That means he’s gotta be pretty good at it. She’s going to be okay.” Morgan reassured Spencer upon seeing his expression.

“I really hope so.”

“So, are we cleared to go in there, or do we have to wait furthermore?” Emily interrupted.

“If some members of your team have already done that kind of stuff, the SWAT team at the entry won’t mind some assistance to clear the floors.”

“Okay then.” Hotch answered, turning to them. “Reid, you feel okay to go in there?” He asked before moving on.

“Of course Hotch. I’m fine, don’t worry.” Spencer confirmed.

“Alright. We’ll make a brief plan with them before entering. They’re aware that we are here to assist as I discussed with them, so there shouldn’t be complications.” Hotch explained, as everyone sprung into action.

“You gotta talk with Lexie.” Y/N said.

“What?”

“You have- to talk with her. You guys like each other.”

“She’s moved on y/l/n, I can’t force her.”

“You can. It’s not like they’re married with two kids, you still can.”

“I wish it was as easy as you’re telling.”

“It’s gonna get better, trust me. I’m happy for Karev, but she’s not for him. You- You’re made for her.”

“Okay, I will...I’ll talk to her. But you gotta hang in there, cause they’re gonna be back any minute. Spencer is gonna be back any minute. Karev and Grey had to go to the blood bank.”

“They’re going to be okay though? They have to.”

“Of course they’re going to be. Don’t worry about that, you have to hang in there until Spencer comes. He’s head over heels for you, you can’t go.”

“I know. I have to see him...the team...all of them, again.”

“You will.”

None of them were reassured by the silence of the corridor as they made their way through it.

Lexie was pushing down a cart with supplies on it, as Alex was behind her. He looked behind him; when Lexie suddenly stopped.

When he looked back in front of him as he wondered why she wasn’t moving;

They both saw him.

Right in front of them.

“Mr. Clark…” Lexie said.

“I didn’t plan to shoot all those people.” Gary explained.

“Of course, you didn’t. No, you were sad...you were grieving.”

“I only planned to shoot Dr. Shepherd. And Dr. Webber.” He enunciated. “...and you.” He said, as he pointed his gun at her. “You unplugged the machines. Your hands killed my Allison.” He said, as he lifted the hand that held his gun and then;

a shot echoed through the corridor.

The silence lasted a few seconds, as Lexie sat up, slightly getting her head out of the cart to glance in front of her.

Gary was on the floor, barely moving, as he raised himself up, his face scrunching up in pain because of the gunshot wound he had received in his left shoulder.

After checking that Alex and herself weren’t injured, she took a deep breath, looking behind her.

Two people were behind, she recognized one of them from the last time, but the other remained unknown. The man with the FBI vest signaled with his hand that they could move forward, and after a few breaths, she stood up with Alex, running back to the room with him.

“Is she dead?” Lexie asks, as Alex closes the room behind them.

“She’s unconscious. Her vitals are tanking, and there’s nothing more I can do for her.” Mark answers.

“Don’t die, y/n. Please don’t die.” She said, running a hand on her forehead. “I unplugged his wife. I’m so sorry, this was my fault, not yours. Don’t die, do you hear me? Your team is waiting for you.”

“We got a name. Gary Clark.” Harrison said.

“Did you say Gary Clark?” A man approaches.

“Yes, but, may I...know who you are?”

“I’m Richard Webber, the uh...chief, former chief- Look, this is my hospital.”

“Do you know something about him, perhaps?”

“Yes. Gary Clark’s wife was a patient here. She was my patient. He’s suing the hospital, why?” Webber asked, as the chief glanced at him. He didn’t even need to answer, because both of them knew what this was about.

“He’s the shooter.” Morgan said.

“JJ?” Y/N asks.

“Y/N? It’s Lexie.” Lexie walks forward, sitting up on the table.

“JJ, I’m sorry. This was my fault. Don’t go. I’m sorry.”

“I’m...I’m not going anywhere.” She answers.

“You came here JJ. You came.”

“Yeah, I came here. It’s going- It’s going to be okay.” Lexie reassures.

“Don’t leave, please.”

“I won’t. I won’t ever leave you y/n. Me, and the team...can’t wait to see you again. They need you-” Lexie said, as the sound of the door interrupted them.

Hotch, and two other SWAT agents enter the room, looking around before talking.

“The floor is clear. We’re going to evacuate you now.” The SWAT agent informs, as Lexie takes a relieved breath, a tear falling from her eye.

“We’ve cleared the floor, and we’ll clear the others.” Harrison explained to Webber.

“You’ve got- five guys searching over 150,000 square feet of hospital-”

“The BAU’s with them. Don’t worry. He’s not getting out of there.” He said, as he turned around. “Garcia?”

“Yes, sir?” Penelope answered.

“Pull a DMV photo of Gary Clark. Have Dr. Webber confirm. And shut down the elevators. We wanna isolate this guy.”

“Where can I find him sir?” She asks.

“He’s right over…” He turned around...but he’s nowhere to be seen. “Shit.”

“Gunshot wound to the right chest. We put in a chest tube. She’s gotten three liters of LR, and two units of packed cells.” Mark informed, as him, Lexie and a paramedic are pushing the gurney.

“Alright, get her into an ambulance. Call Seattle Pres, let them know we’re coming!” Teddy said after she arrived.

“I- I need to update that chart. She’s going to be okay, right?” Lexie asked, worried, but Teddy didn’t answer. She glanced at her, and went with the paramedic.

“You’re one of y/n colleagues, right?” Alex asked.

“Yes, Hotchner. We...already came here for a previous case.”

“Yeah, I talked a bit with her. She also briefly came, when she was out of work. Sloan did his best, she...I hope she’s going to make it. Him and Lexie talked a bit about a guy named...Spencer. Is it her boyfriend?”

“If I’m not wrong, they’ve grown pretty close, so...maybe.” Hotch assumed.

“Oh, well, I’m sure he’s going to be happy to see her. She should make it.” Alex presumed.

“Of course. Excuse me.” Hotch said, heading back to where Garcia and the chief were. “Where did the guy go?”

“Webber? I don’t know. We...were about to ask him to confirm Gary Clark’s identity, but he just...disappeared.”

“Do you think he...went inside?” Harrison questioned.

“Most likely.” Hotch answered.

As the automatic doors opened upon Webber’s arrival, the corridor was deadly quiet.

He stepped in, looking around to see if anyone’s there.

On the floor, close to a room, a doctor laid on the floor, shot in the chest. His eyes remained open, and blood was pouring from his wound to the side.

Richard walked towards an ICU room, noticing Clark sitting on a chair next to the bed, holding his gun in his right hand.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Clark said.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Webber answered, as Clark laughed.

“You wanna know something funny? Do you?” He asked two questions, raising his gun at the second.

“Ok.” Richard said.

“Five days ago, when I brought this gun- did you know you could buy a gun at a superstore? They have a whole section off at aisle eight. A gun section.” He said, chuckling. “Anyway, when I brought the ammunition- ammo. I brought a whole bunch of it ‘cause it was on sale. And then this morning, when I was packing it into my coat, I didn’t have enough room for all of it in my pockets...because; I wanted to bring my flask.” He held it in his right hand, as Richard glanced at it.

“You mind?” Gary handed the flask to him, and Richard stepped forward, twisting the cap open before giving back to him, as he took a large sip from it. “I’m not much of a drinker...but I figured I’d need some liquid courage. You want some?” He offered.

“No, thanks.” He answers.

“The funny part is…” He said, chuckling again. “I didn’t need a drink until now. Right now. And the only reason I need a drink is because...I only have one bullet left.” He announced, as his smile dropped, revealing a serious face. “I left bullets at home because I thought I’d need a drink. And the only reason I need a drink is because I don’t have enough bullets!” He laughs at it for a few seconds once again, taking a serious face as he takes a stronger grip on his gun. “See, I was gonna kill you...shoot you right in the face, watch you suffer and die. And then I was gonna shoot myself...but I only have one bullet left.”

“Then it seems you have a bit of a problem.” Webber assumed.

“I do. I do. I have one hell of a problem.” He agrees. “You sure you don’t want a drink?” He asked, handing the flask to Richard, as he stepped forward after a short moment of hesitation.

When he takes it, he brings it to his nose, smelling it.

“Vodka. That’s nice.” He said, putting the flask upside down as the liquid poured down on the floor.

“Hey.” He warned, before Webber raised his right hand.

“What’s it gonna be, Mr. Clark? Me or you?” Richard asked, throwing the flask on the bed afterwards. “You shoot me, SWAT’s gonna get you. And they’re not gonna shoot you; they’re gonna capture you and take you to prison.” He explained. “You shoot yourself, then you’re free. Done. Maybe you get to see your wife again. So you have a choice to make. Me or you? A life in prison? Or an afterlife with your wife?”

“Screw you.” He pointed his gun higher, towards his head.

“See, I’ve lived. I mean, I’ve really, really lived.” He answers. “I’ve failed, I’ve been devastated. I’ve been broken. I’ve gone to hell and back. And I’ve also known joy, and passion. And I’ve had a great love. See, death for me; is not justice. It’s the end of a beautiful journey; and...I’m not afraid to die. The question is...are you?” He asked. “A life in prison...or an afterlife, with your wife. Me or you. Your choice.” He enunciated as silence took over the whole room as they glanced at each other.

In the corridor, three SWAT agents, along with Spencer, Derek and Emily made their way in the area, their guns drawn in front of them as they explored the surroundings.

Reid heads to one of the ICU room with Morgan, as suddenly;

a gunshot echoes.

No one moves.

The sound disappears only a few seconds after the impact.

When they’re cleared to move forward by one of the SWAT agents standing at the end of the corridor, they walked in the room.

Clark’s eyes are closed, a gunshot wound on his forehead.

The gun is next to the chair, it had probably fallen down from his hands after he had shot.

Webber was sitting on a bed, a calm -but disturbed expression- on his face as he looked at them.

Everyone lowered their weapons.

It was over.

When they had made their way back outside, Spencer had noticed that some ambulances were outside. Taking injured people in.

He began looking for y/n.

But he didn’t see her.

Is she already back there?

Did she...no.

She has to be okay.

Upon seeing Spencer’s worried expression, Hotch stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Reid. Look at me.” Hotch ordered. “They took her in an ambulance to Seattle Pres. We don’t know if she’s going to make it yet, but I know she’s going to make it. Y/L/N’s not anyone. She had many trips at the hospital, and always came back strong as ever. So, she’s going to be okay. All right?”

“Yeah, she’s going to make it. I know she will.” Spencer sniffed, taking a deep breath.

“Come on, kid. Let’s go there.” Morgan checked in with him, as Spencer nodded, walking along with him.

Hotch briefly checked in with the other officers before leaving, as they thanked them for their assistance as well.

When y/n had left the station just hours ago, none of them thought she’d end up leaving with a gunshot wound in her chest, ending up in a pretty bad shape that had almost killed her.

But, she’s going to be fine.

That’s probably what everyone repeated to themselves as they made their way there.

She has to be.

For everyone’s sake.

Among all the hospital trips many of them in the team have had in the previous years, from start to this day, they can honestly say without hesitating that they’ve had their fair dose of heart attacks.

But what they couldn’t, and still can’t bear, is to lose one of their loved ones.

Each of them dealt with the pain differently, but it never...completely goes away, and, if Y/N hadn’t managed to make it, or if they hadn’t even found her in the first place...no one would have been able to imagine the pain it would cause afterwards.

As Mark had told them a bit of what happened back there, when he was just signing papers and then; it all happened so fast.

A nurse talked; and that was it.

He drew his gun and shot.

He had killed one of the nurses, and just went on.

When he had gone to the elevator with Lexie, as Alex came a bit after, y/n had unfortunately encountered him; and could have lost her life if they hadn’t gone there and taken the stairs, for example.

It was all luck, that they had managed to survive.

One of them could have gotten shot when he had shot bullets in the lobby, or when Lexie and Alex returned from the blood bank, or randomly when they were saving y/n.

He could have gotten here.

He might not have killed all of them, but probably one or two of them, if he had decided to spare the remaining ones.

No one could have predicted it.

They’ve been...quite lucky to be able to get out of here alive.

Reed, Charles, and some other doctors, nurses, and even security guards had been the consequences of his anger, and unfortunately lost their lives.

Everyone will have its own trauma from it.

It won’t really go away, but, perhaps lessen with time.

Some will pretend to be fine, to...draw away from the problems, ignore them to not have to deal with it all over again.

Some will need time to recover from it, and won’t totally be themselves for a while, it’ll be difficult for them to not get triggered by something that’d make them think of what happened.

But, everyone will get better, at their rhythm, time, even if it’ll take more than a few months.

There isn’t a specific time to recover, everyone deals with trauma differently.

Not any of them know how y/n will do, if she’s gonna stay stuck in the same place, pretend to be fine and let of the pain stuck inside, ready to explode at any time, but, they know that, if she’s aware of it, she won’t let it put others at risks.

With all of what happened, she knew when she had reached her limit, and postponed her work temporarily until she was able to function better.

They’ll all be there for her, none of them ever planned on letting her down.

Of course, there will be days where she’ll need to be alone, everyone needs to be sometimes.

But, again, they won’t really know how she’ll react, so they can’t do anything but be with her, as much as possible.

They were just..really glad to know that she had made it, mainly.

As they had expected, the part when Y/N had woken up seemed kind of difficult.

She had gotten shot, lost a lot of blood, had to get cut so that Mark could put a chest tube, her vitals were tanking, and she just had another operation to get the bullet out, so...all of these combined were pretty tough.

They also had to intubate her, and eventually, remove the tube from her throat when she was waking up, as being intubated while you’re awake isn’t really...comfortable.

It wasn’t a bother for them to wait, the case was basically done, and the paperwork could eventually wait until they got back, it didn’t really matter.

Mark had said in advance that she’d need a bit of time to take in her surroundings, and that they shouldn’t startle her.

Spencer would have almost done all of the opposite, he couldn’t be happier than when he had seen all the things that would reassure him such as, the steady heartbeat on the monitor, her chest rising up and down, and when she woke up, her eyes opening.

He couldn’t be more relieved than from a single sight.

They couldn’t all enter the room, so only Spencer, Morgan and Hotch were in.

Spencer had sat next to the bed, as Morgan was sitting a bit further. Hotch was standing in the corner of the room, taking in the sight.

“...I kinda feel cornered right now.” Y/N said, earning a laugh from them.

“You really scared the hell out of us.” Morgan informed.

“It was scary on my side too, so...we’re quits.” She pointed out. “By the way...did they catch him?”

“No. He killed himself before we got in.”

“For god’s sake. I don’t even know if I’m supposed to be mad or not. The look on his face. It had something. He wasn’t...I don’t know.”

“Apparently, he had...lost his wife. And, he...didn’t mean to kill all those people. Only the chief, Dr. Webber, and...Lexie.”

“They were all innocent, Spencer.”

“I know.”

“Gosh, I’m never going to a hospital without someone else again. I thought I was going to die there.”

“We all hoped you’d turn out to be okay, the whole day. You survived thanks to Dr.Grey, Sloan, Karev and also, Dr. Altman. She stabilized you again, and you made it.”

“I know. I’m grateful for that.”

“Do you want to see them? They’ve been asking about you, and haven’t left since.” Hotch asked.

“Sure, send them in.” She agreed, as Hotch opened the door, making a brief sign with his hand.

A few footsteps were heard, as three familiar faces appeared.

"Y/L/N, you’re awake! Not gonna thank your savior?” Mark joked.

"Whether you'd say it or not, of course I'd thank you. I'm mostly alive because of you guys."

"I'm glad you're okay. Genius, over there was really worried. I thought he was going to pass out when you were still unconscious." Mark explained.

"I was just a bit dizzy. Nothing...much."

“It’s okay. I would have fainted if it would have been any of you guys. You can admit it Spencer.”

"No, I...it's okay."

"If you say so." She accepted his answer, letting it slide off. "When can I go...by the way?" She asked.

"You'll be able to go back to Quantico in two days max, you've already shown great progress, so it shouldn't be a problem for your discharge." Mark informed.

"If you miss us, we'll come by Quantico if we all happen to have time. You guys don't have ferry boats, which sucks, but we'll make an exception for y/n." Alex said.

"It's only five hours if we travel by plane, so it's pretty fine." Lexie pointed out.

"I'll also come back, but...not right away to the hospital."

"Yeah, we get it. We'll probably take a few days off." Alex admitted.

"So, if we both have days off, can I stay there?"

"We'll eventually have to go if we get a case." Hotch said.

"I'll have surgeons with me in case I fall down the stairs. I'll be safe."

"You sure you won't miss me too much?" Spencer asked y/n.

"Of course I'll do. That's why I don't want a new case."

"Let's hope we get some free time then." Morgan interrupted.

"Then I have to get on a ferry as soon as I'm well enough. I'm definitely not leaving without doing it." Y/N said.

"Don't worry, we'll definitely go on it." Mark said.

"We better. That'll be fun for all of us, we've all earned it."

"You say it." Mark agreed. "I'm gonna have to be careful with my words though, y/l/n has a boyfriend now."

"You don't stand a chance against Spencer, sorry." She admitted to Mark.

"Damn, you always manage to find ways to hurt me each time. That's really mean."

"What can I say? I'm just pointing out the truth."

"Yeah but, your truth is kind of...harsh."

"Not always."

"What's the exception? You never did it with me."

"He knows the exception." She points at Spencer. "I love him, and that's the pure truth, the other truth."

"Really?" Spencer asked.

"Does it look like I'm lying? You're supposed to be a good profiler."

"No, you're not lying. I love you too."

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it, pretty boy. It's okay." Morgan interrupted.

"They already heard us saying that, so...you don't really have to be embarrassed, Spence."

"It’s just a bit weird."

"It isn’t to me Reid."

"There’s just...a lot of people here.”

“Ok, would you mind giving us a minute guys?” Y/N asked, as everyone agreed, leaving with a few words. “Now it’s just the two of us. What did you want to say?”

“I...just; really, really, like you, and...even if it’s...really recent, I couldn’t imagine having to hear that you didn’t make it. Because, I don’t just want a few months, I want much more than that. And, what happened back there really scared the hell out of me.”

“I know. It scared me too. I also really wanted to see you. But, I’m okay now. You don’t have to worry. I’m never going anywhere without someone with me, ever again.”

“Then you’ll have to get pretty used to having me around.”

“It’s not a problem at all. I look forward to it.”

“I’ll never leave though, we might end up moving together at this rate.”

“Your apartment is sort of like a 24/7 open library, and it’s quite nice. So, I won’t mind. I also have my own genius.”

“I’ll always be your genius, right?”

“Always.”

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