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Revenge is Sweet - Chapter Five

Emily orders the team to take a break from the case. When Harley invites the team over for dinner, JJ finds some incriminating evidence.

Word Count: 2,073

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of drugs and murder, language

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Sure enough, just as Harley had predicted, the team were baffled by the couple’s recent kill.

“Anthrax?” Luke shook his head in confusion, flicking the body bag back over the victim’s head. “And Dilaudid? What is up with these people? Why can’t they just pick a signature and stick to it?”

“Maybe because that’s the whole point,” Spencer thought, walking away from the body.

Luke, Spencer and JJ were at the park where the body was found. It was exactly were Spencer and Harley had left it the night prior.

“Something’s off about this,” JJ mumbled, almost to herself. “It’s almost… familiar.” She looked at Spencer as if she was begging him to just come out and confess right then and there.

Spencer’s throat went dry. The more they killed, the more suspicious JJ grew. Spencer was glad that at least one of his teammates cared about him enough to connect the crimes to his trauma. But he also really wished she didn’t care. How long could they keep getting away with this if JJ eventually voiced her suspicions?

After interviewing the people who found the body, the three of them headed back to headquarters.

“This case is hurting my head,” Garcia complained at the end of the day. “Not even my endless supply of cute cat videos is helping me this time.”

“I think we’re all burnt out,” Emily said. “We need a break. How about tonight you all go home and rest. And unless these unsubs kill again tonight, do not think about this case until the morning. That’s an order.” No one objected to her demand.

Harley was packing up her things when Penelope walked over to her. “I am in dire need of a girl’s night,” she sighed.

“Tell me about it,” Harley replied. “These unsubs must literally be geniuses to be able to stump us this bad.” She tried not to smile as she called herself a ‘genius.’

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Penelope said, beginning to walk away.

She had just turned her back when Harley said, “Hey, Penny.”

“Hmm?” Penelope hummed, stopping in her tracks.

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Harley asked. Spencer looked up from his desk and threw Harley a vexed look. “It would be nice to hang out with you somewhere where we’re not talking about serial killers.”

A smile spread across Penelope’s face. “Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks.”

“Anyone else want to come?” Harley announced to the rest of the team. “Just to warn you, the menu is whatever you want from the Chinese takeout. I am not cooking for all of you.”

“Unless you want me passed out on your couch you can count me out,” Emily laughed. “Tonight, my only company will be a bottle of wine and a bowl of ice cream.” She waved at everyone and left the room.

“I got nothing better to do,” Luke shrugged. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Sorry kids, the old man needs his beauty sleep,” Rossi said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Matt sighed as he pulled on his jacket. “I wish I could but Kristy’s going out tonight. I’m on babysitting duty.”

“Ok, well that’s four of us anyway,” Harley counted. Then she spotted JJ at her desk, her head buried in a file. “Oh, JJ, what about you?”

“What?” She looked up, confused. She obviously hadn’t been listening to a word Harley was saying.

“Do you want to come to our house for dinner?” she repeated.

JJ’s eyes shifted between Harley and Spencer for a moment before she answered. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Ok, great,” Harley smiled. She turned to Spencer and they walked out of the building in silence.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Spencer said angrily when they reached the car, out of anyone’s earshot. “You can’t just invite everyone over. Especially JJ. What if they see something?”

“Calm down, Spence,” Harley replied coolly. “They’re not going to see anything. I’m just trying to make us seem as friendly as we always are. Maybe they’d be more suspicious if we didn’t invite them,” she argued. She started up the engine of the car and placed her hand on Spencer’s cheek. “It’ll be fine, Spence. I promise.”

Later that evening Penelope, Luke and JJ arrived at Harley and Spencer’s house. They ordered some take out and tried their best not to discuss anything about the case. Spencer’s leg bounced anxiously next to Harley’s where they sat on the couch. He didn’t like having his friends so close to where he and Harley had come up with their evil plan. Just a few days ago he had been sitting exactly where Luke was sat, planning his next attack.

“Why’s the little boy genius been so quiet this evening?” Penelope asked, snapping Spencer out of his anxious daze.

“Uh, it’s just this case, you know,” he mumbled.

“Nope, we’re not supposed to talk about that,” Penelope said quickly.

“Yeah, come on, Reid,” Luke smiled. “Loosen up a bit.”

“Heh, sorry,” Spencer smiled awkwardly back.

When everyone was done with their food Spencer helped Harley throw the packages in the trash. In the kitchen, where she was sure no one could hear, Harley whispered, “Spence, you seriously need to calm down.”

“No, I don’t think I do,” Spencer hissed back. “I’m sorry for being anxious that you invited people over to the place where we literally plan murders.” He almost mouthed the word ‘murders’, desperate not to let anyone hear.

“Well, they don’t know that,” Harley said, grabbing some drinks from the fridge. “But if you keep acting like you have something to hide, maybe they’ll start to get suspi-.”

“Everything alright?” JJ suddenly emerged from around the corner. Spencer felt like his heart was in his throat. How much of that did she hear?

“Yeah, everything’s good,” Harley said happily, as though the conversation she’d just had never happened. “You want a drink?” She offered a bottle of beer to JJ.

“Actually, I was just heading to the bathroom,” JJ said. “I’ll get one when I get back.”

Harley smiled at her friend before leading Spencer back to the couch. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Harley was right. The only suspicious thing about this night was him. He forced a grin onto his face and inserted himself into the conversation. For a moment, he felt convinced that everything would be ok. Until JJ walked back into the room holding two ski masks and a bottle of Dilaudid.

“What is this?” JJ asked sternly.

Panic filled Harley’s eyes for a fraction of a second before she remembered to play it cool. She squeezed Spencer thigh, certain he’d be far more anxious than she was. Then, she got up and walked towards JJ.

“What the hell?” she said, plastering a fake look of confusion on her face. “Where did you find these?”

“In your closet,” JJ snapped. “I think you have some questions to answer.”

“Woah, hang on a second,” Luke said, rising from his seat to come between the two women. “Are you accusing them of the murders?”

“Look!” JJ yelled, waving the masks in Luke’s face. “This is pretty damning evidence.”

“Listen, JJ, I know for a fact that we do not own ski masks. And why the hell would I have the drug that my husband was addicted to hidden in my closet?” Harley argued.

“And why were you even in their closet?” Penelope asked.

Harley stepped back and glanced quickly at Spencer. He was still sitting silently on the couch. It was probably for the best. She wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to handle the situation.

“Yeah, Penny, that’s a good point,” she said. “You said you were going to the bathroom. Why were you looking in our closet?”

JJ exhaled sharply. She stuttered for a moment before accusing, “Because I know you’re behind this!” She pointed at Spencer and Harley. “I don’t know why. I can’t even comprehend how you could be capable of it. But I know you did it.”

“You can’t be serious,” Luke almost laughed in disbelief. “These two? How did you even come to that conclusion.”

“Because all the killings have been connected to Spencer,” JJ explained. “All the things he’s gone through. The unsubs put their victims through the exact same things. I can’t believe you guys didn’t notice.”

Luke dropped his head, suddenly putting it all together in his head and filling with shame that he didn’t notice. Penelope, on the other hand, shifted nervously in her seat before saying, “Actually, I did notice.”

Finally, Spencer snapped out of his daze. He looked up at Penelope with an intrigued expression.

“Me, Emily and Rossi noticed it. But we didn’t want to say anything in case it triggered you. I’m sorry,” Penelope said softly.

Spencer just nodded.

“No, I’m sorry we didn’t say anything,” Harley spoke for Spencer, still scared he’d say the wrong thing. “Of course we noticed,” she sat down beside Spencer and placed her hand on his back. “Spencer just didn’t want all the attention on him. But I swear to you, we are not the unsubs. I think we’re being framed.”

JJ stared angrily at Harley, neither of them wanting to be the first to blink. Then JJ turned her attention to Spencer. “Spence, you’ve been quiet, letting your wife speak for you. What’s your explanation for this.” She held up the ski masks.

Spencer twitched in his seat. He was ruminating in his anger towards JJ. He didn’t know if saying something would be the right idea. But it was too late. His anger bubbled over and he leapt off the couch.

“You know what, Jennifer, I think it’s really fucking shitty of you that you would notice something like that, and instead of telling me, or telling the team, you accuse me and my wife of murder,” Luke and Penelope’s eyes widened. They’d never seen Spencer this angry before. “Yes, these unsubs are making all these killings reflect all the shit that’s happened to me. But that does not mean that me and Harley are behind them. And the fact that you, my friend who I have known for twelve fucking years, could even consider that I could do something like that. That’s just insulting.”

“How do you explain these then?” JJ persisted, not backing down.

“Like Harley said,” Spencer sighed, attempting to calm his voice. “Someone must be trying to frame us. And they put those in our closet.”

Harley walked up beside Spencer. “Hell, for all we know, maybe it’s you framing us. You and Will getting up to any extra curriculars lately?” he said snarkily.

“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” JJ snapped.

“Good, now you know how we feel,” Harley replied.

“Ok, ok, everyone, please let’s calm down,” Penelope butted in. “We are not going to fall out over this.”

“Listen, guys, we’ll explain everything to the rest of team tomorrow, but for now I think we should all just go home and settle ourselves,” Luke suggested. “We are not going to make them the bad guys just because someone’s targeting them,” he said to JJ. “They need our help right now. They don’t need to be turned into the villains these unsubs are making them out to be.”

“Fine,” JJ hissed. She grabbed her coat and headed for the door. Without saying another word she left the house with a slam of the door.

“Thank you,” Spencer said to Luke as he and Penelope were leaving. “For not thinking we’re behind this.”

“Are you kidding me? Reid, there is no way either of you are capable of the sick things these unsubs are doing,” Luke smiled.

When Penelope and Luke left, Spencer and Harley could finally let their guards down. They slumped onto the couch, exhausted from upholding their innocent guises.

“I can’t believe they knew this whole time that all this was connected to what’s happened to me,” Spencer sighed. “Well, some of them anyway.”

“Come on, their our team. Of course they care enough to notice that,” Harley responded, putting her head on Spencer’s chest.

They sat in silence for a moment before Spencer’s anxiety started to bug him again. “JJ still thinks we’re the unsubs.”

Harley reached up to cup Spencer’s face in her hand. “Well then, we’re just going to have to be even more careful, aren’t we?”

[oceanmusings]

Treacherous

Pairing | Spencer Reid x Arwen Valentine

CW | Fluffy, tooth-rotting fluff, love confession, getting back together, death

Word Count | 1.6K

Arwen thought she would die alone. That was until she met Spencer. And now all she wants to do is tell him she loves him. But she's scared.

Early in Arwen’s life she accepted the fact she’ll forever be alone. With the trail of unsuccessful relationships following her, her parents' terrible marriage she grew up watching, and the chance of divorce being too high for her comfort. There was no way she’d have someone on her side her whole life that only a romantic partner could fill. Arwen has come to accept that and find comfort in the thought, like a pressure had lifted from her shoulders.

She had her brother, her niece and nephew, even some of the team members she considers as family. She was set and satisfied.

But Arwen has felt like she could never find that love for herself. Her heart was guarding itself so heavily from the possibility of heartbreak. Opening itself to be able to feel those things was a paralyzing thought.

Arwen broke the last heart that attempted at breaking through those walls. Despite how much she cared for Spencer and knew how he threw himself head first into anything back then, she took his heart and crushed it. It felt terrible. And she didn’t want to go through that again. Not to mention, it took so long for her to gain his trust and friendship again. She was afraid to lose it. But here she is. On the other side now, her heart longing for his own. And she’s pretty sure he wasn’t.

It was terrifying when Arwen realized she loved Spencer. Her heart ached so painfully from fear, it felt suffocating. Part of her wanted to back out of ever telling him and sit with these feelings for the rest of her life. Save herself from a potential heartbreak.

Penelope had a good point that the heartache from living with this would hurt more than a rejection. And had other pointers that Arwen struggled to believe in her fully about. “He’s been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you. I doubt he’ll reject you.”

Arwen was twisting a candy wrapper in her hands as she sat with Penelope in her bat cave. The room was comforting, but the conversation was not. “I highly doubt that.”

“Oh my God, he definitely has! You should’ve seen the way he has looked at you.”

“But would he really take another chance with me? After everything that happened.”

“Of course I do,” Penelope says, a more serious look on her face. “but the longer you wait, you will lose that chance, honey.”

Arwen thought she needed to make this a large grand gesture to Spencer. She hasn’t done this before - other than when she was a teenager and when she was in college. - She wanted to make the moment perfect for him.

But Spencer didn’t like attention and was a private person. This had to be quiet and intimate. And the longer she tried to think how to do this, the more time went by and she knew the chance of telling him was going to slip through her fingers. And it didn’t help anytime Penelope, or anyone else who knew, would send her a look.

She got it, she’s running out of time.

Anytime Arwen thought she might be able to do it, her whole body would freeze up and all words would disappear from her mind. Then she would beat herself up and scream into her pillow at home at the fact she didn’t say anything.

She needed to get over whatever was stopping her. Become determined that whatever was stopping her would not get in the way the next time she saw an opportunity.

That opportunity would show when it was pouring outside. Arwen knew Spencer took public transport, and she took this moment before he would leave to offer him a ride. “Yeah, thanks.” He had said, giving her that awkward smile Arwen loved, but she was making a plan in her head.

She walked with him towards her car in the garage, the only sound between them being the sound of their shoes meeting the pavement. Like all the other attempts before, Arwen's mind had become blank. No words were in her reach for her to grasp.

She didn’t realize she had stopped walking until she heard her name and she looked up to see Spencer a few steps in front of her, turned towards her with a confused expression. “Are you okay?” He asked her.

“Yeah,” Arwen rasped quietly. Nervousness was buzzing in Arwen’s veins as he waited for her to speak, but the words were dying in her throat. At this point it was painful. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” She had taken a much needed breath and began to twist the ring on her finger, not feeling prepared at all for the consequences that are in front of her.

“I thought I was going to die alone.” Spencer’s eyes widened at her choice of words, but she continued. Just going off any words that she could graze her fingertips with. “I was okay with this. In fact, I was comforted by this thought. Maybe ‘cause of how I grew up and saw just… terrible relationships around me. I told myself I wouldn’t be like that. I wouldn’t allow myself to have that. But then I got this job and joined this team, and you came into my life. Became this wonderful friend that I should’ve cherished more when I broke my rule on not dating coworkers - I’ll forever beat myself up for what I did to you. - but that’s beside the point!” Arwen tried to refocus what she was saying, thankful he wasn’t stopping her or walking away. Letting her ramble as much as she needed to say what she needed.

“I felt like I could only love myself and that would be enough. I thought it was safer to not connect to another person like that ever in my life. But I was so wrong. We have no control who our hearts feel drawn to and we deserve to feel that love in our lives. And that was so scary at the time I didn’t want to face it. But I’ve come to realize I do want it. I don’t want to die alone, I want to be with you.”

Arwen felt like she had run a mile when she finished. She tried to watch Spencer for any reaction to her confession, but all she could find was various emotions mixing together, - nervousness, anxiety, and confusion.

“I’m sorry- are you dying?”

“No, no.” Yeah, she wasn’t being direct enough. “I’m not.”

“I don’t think I understand.”

Arwen swears her heart wanted to burst out of her chest and wrap itself around his own. It was pounding against her ribcage so violently she actually worried it might happen. “Spencer Reid, what I’m trying to say is… I-... love you.”

For once in Arwen Valentine’s life, Spencer Reid had become speechless. She was pretty sure he was rebooting from the look of disbelief on his face. Slowly fear started to creep up the back of her neck, the silence from him was unbearable. “Spencer?” He gave a hum in reply. 

Okay, he can still hear me. Arwen thought. “Can you… please say something?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“You… love me.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Some part of Arwen was offended he needed to ask. But when she thought about it, it made sense he needed assurance this was real. He was afraid. Whatever fear Arwen was feeling, Spencer was feeling his own. Especially after what happened to Maeve. He needed confirmation.

Arwen stopped twisting her ring and dropped her hands, stepping closer to him. She moved her hand close to his, but waited for him to show permission first. She didn’t wait for long as he made the final move of holding her hand. “Can I show you?”

He seemed to be trying to calculate what she was thinking before he gave a nod and a small verbal “yes” of consent. Arwen stood on her toes just so she could reach and pressed her lips against his. She waited for a heartbeat for him to pull away, but her heart bloomed excitedly when he kissed her back. Squeezing her hand, she returned the action.

Kissing Spencer felt like she was coming home. A wave of comfort and warmth enveloping around her, she felt light on her feet and weak to her knees. She felt his free hand hold her waist and pull her body closer to his own, she was pretty sure he was the one keeping her upright. her heart pressed against his, she wondered if he could feel it. It was so excited and happy she could feel the walls beginning to crack around it. It wasn’t gone all the way. But this time Arwen would work with Spencer on cracking the rest of it away.

Arwen was disappointed she needed to pull away, but if her lungs didn’t exist she would kiss him forever. She rest her forehead against his, keeping her eyes closed and focused on the feeling of his breath fanning across her face. It smelled like sugary coffee and mint.

She opened her eyes to see his own staring into her soul. It was so intense it sent a shiver down her spine.

“I love you, too.”

Arwen closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the moment at getting to hear those words. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” She murmured.

Spencer let go of her hand and waist to raise both of his hands to caress her cheeks, brushing his thumbs lovingly against her skin. “It’s okay,” he pressed another kiss on her lips. Her skin buzzed at it. She almost felt high. “I’m happy you could say it now.”

[deunmiu-dessie]

he misses you. he misses you like a flower misses the sun. like the desert misses the rain. like you are the entirety of his being. as if you hold the key to his fierce, thumping bloody heart within the palm of your hands, like he is nothing without you— and perhaps he isn't. he doesn't feel like himself, no, in fact, he feels empty. like a shell of the man he used to be before you. he feels as though the world has lost its color, its meaning, and it makes him feel bare— it makes him feel.

he misses you. he misses the warmth of your perfume, a sweet and spicy blended aroma of saffron and sugared lavender. he misses your smile, all wide and pretty— genuine and charming, and always all for him. he misses the sound of your laughter, raw and boisterous, but sometimes soft and breathy, intimate. he misses your kisses, shy and cloying— yet fierce and angry at times as well. he misses the small things, like the scatter of moles across the expanse of your body that he finds himself counting when he can't fall asleep. or the way you fuss over him, mumbling curses and your love for him all in the same sentence.

he is nothing without you, and he knows it all too well.

the soft jangle of your keys in the lock makes him look up from his journal, the door swinging open. and despite himself, he finds that he's softened underneath your warm, loving gaze. ah, he also misses the sound of your voice, euphonious and soft, a tone you use for him specifically.

❝why are you looking at me like that?❞

he can feel his heart dance within his chest, pounding fiercely as you slant your hip to the side, the very same hips he adores holding onto when swaying with you to music. your eyes, which always seem to sweep him under with their intensity with no fail, are glittering with mirth, it knocks the breath from his chest. ❝ i adore you,❞ he utters— he sounds like a fool in love, and he doesn't particularly mind it. your cheeks flush with color and you playfully roll your eyes. that's alright, you don't need to say it back, he knows.

❝help me with the groceries?❞

he? ⸺ SIMON, gojo satoru, DAMON SALVATORE, soap, older!TANJIRO, scott mccall, GAZ, clark kent, EMMETT CULLEN, leon kennedy, STEVE HARRINGTON, giyu tomioka, JOHN PRICE, loran, ULYSSES, rick grimes, KÖNIG, dick grayson, SPENCER REID.

honestly it can be anyone you envision.

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[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst

Feb. Requests-4

In which Spencer and Y/N are dating and it’s great but the only problem is… she’s Rossi’s daughter

Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, dirty talkin… fluff, lying, horny!Spencer, spence being reckless and reader being scared 💀

Spencer Reid x fem!rossi!reader

All parts of this are up on my pinned masterlist!

“Ohmygod, Spencer!” Y/N giggled as she inspected his face. She sat on his lap, touching his skin where she had noticed a bruise.

“I know…” He groaned.

Y/N eyes flickered up to his. “And you didn’t think to tell me that the guy beat your ass before you knocked him out?” She said, talking about the unsub from the last case Spencer was on.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Okay baby, first of all, he did not beat my ass. He punched me once before I hit him with a crowbar. And second, can we stop talking about creepy psychopaths so I can fuck you?” He asked watching her face turn red.

Y/N kissed his lips and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His hands found her hips naturally and he kissed her back, rubbing his thumbs over the hip bones. Now, this process would have moved a lot slower had she still had pants on but the moment Spencer got to her apartment he took them off of her. Now she was just left in a pair of her underwear and a loose t-shirt.

She moaned as one hand slid from her hip and between her legs, rubbing softly. She pulled away from his lips and hid her face in his shoulder, breathing heavily.

His lips found her neck as he kept rubbing, chuckling at how wet she was and he had just started touching her. “You miss me while I was gone, baby?” He asked into her skin.

She nodded, a whine leaving her lips. “I missed you and those hands of yours.”

Spencer smirked and helped her sit back up so he could look at her face. “What about my di-“

His words were cut off by the sound of one of their phones ringing. He groaned and held onto her ass, not wanting to stop trying to make her feel good. Y/N kissed his lips and crawled off of him, smiling at the fact that his hand stayed on her ass as long as it could before she was out of reach.

She looked on her bedside table and groaned when she realized that her father was calling her. “It’s mine.”

Y/N cleared her throat and picked it up. “Hey, dad!” She smiled, glancing back at Spencer who pressed his lips together and widened his eyes.

“Good morning, Y/N/N my beautiful.” He spoke. He sounded extra cheery this morning.

Spencer climbed up next to her and placed his hand on her thigh. She glared at him with her eyes but smiled with her lips. “What’s up, dad?”

Somehow, Spencer ended up laying between her legs pressing soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. Y/N dropped her mouth open wanting to moan so badly.

“I’m having a dinner on Saturday night and I want you to be there.” Rossi said. “Uncle Hotch wants to see you. So does the rest of the team.”

Spencer looked up at her, smirking and nodding as he continued to tease her. She grabbed his hair and pulled it harshly trying to get him to stop with a smile on her face.

He did not stop. In fact, his lips turned into his tongue, licking and biting the insides of her thighs. His hands grabbed the outsides, squeezing roughly.

“Y-yeah! I would love to come.” She replied, her mouth falling open when his lips got closer.

Closer… closer… closer—

“Sweetie?”

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts. “Sorry, dad. Got a little uh… distracted. What did you say?”

Rossi chuckled on the other end. “Uh I know you’ve got this… crush on Reid but…”

“Sorry— what? You’re breaking up.” Y/N furrowed her brows.

“I said I don’t want you to have a crush on—“

“Whoa— sorry dad. I can’t hear you. I have something in the oven that’s gonna burn— gotta go. Bye, love you!”

She hung up the phone, tossed it somewhere and shut her eyes. Spencer propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at her. “You have a crush on me?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you.”

Spencer chuckled and swiftly flipped them over so she was hovering over his face. “By sitting on my face?” He quirked an eyebrow. “I’m okay with that.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It was Thursday morning and Y/N though she would stop by her dad’s office and bring everyone donuts.

She walked through with the box and smiled at the people who greeted her. She walked into the bullpen, Derek spotting her first.

“Hey, Rossi Junior!” He called out. “Good to see you, girl.” He smiled as he hugged her. “Even better to see you with food.” He kissed her cheek as the other started walking over to them. Derek took the box from her and set it down on one of the desks.

Rossi and Hotch walked up side by side and Spencer behind them with JJ and Garcia. “Hi, sweetie.”

“Hi, daddy.” She smiled as he kissed both of her cheeks.

Hotch gave her a hug and greeted her swiftly. Garcia squealed as she hugged Y/N and rocked her back and forth. “Ugh! I haven’t seen this beautiful baby face in so long!” She said squeezing the woman.

“Pen— can’t… breathe.” Penelope apologized and let her go, pinching her cheek and going to see what kind of donuts she brought.

JJ and Emily hugged her next and then it got to Spencer. She glanced at his sexy face before nodding at him, knowing that he doesn’t really like physical contact.

It was crazy because she was sitting on his face not too long ago.

“So what brings you by, Y/N/N?” Derek asked, chewing on a glazed donut.

Y/N walked over leaning against a desk next to her dad who wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, I was just on my way to work and I realized how much I missed you all so I brought you donuts and myself.” She smiled, motioning to both things.

She could swear she felt Spencer’s eyes on her. They usually were.

“Aw that’s sweet.” Emily smiled.

Y/N nodded. “I should really get going now.” She kicked off of the desk. “But I’m gonna go use the bathroom first.” She added.

Rossi rubbed her arm. “We’ll be in the round table room briefing so we’ll see you Saturday.”

Y/N smiled, kissing her father’s cheek. “See you all Saturday.”

They all said their goodbyes and she walked towards the bathroom.

When she got in there she smiled and waited by the door. A few moments later there were three knocks and she opened the door, quickly pulling her boyfriend in.

Desperate lips met hers and she reached behind him to lock the door as she kissed him. “I missed you.” She said in between kisses.

Spencer chuckled. “You saw me yesterday.” He smiled as her kisses grew deeper.

She hummed. “I wanna see you all day, every day.” She spoke, pulling away from him with a small pout on her lips. “How’d you get away from them?” She asked.

“I told them my mom called.” He whispered, pecking her lips. He gasped in shock when she hit his shoulder.

“Don’t use your mom to lie, Spencer that’s not nice!” She shook her head.

Spencer tilted his head to the side. “Would you rather me have told them that I was coming to make out with you or…” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, get back out there. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She giggled, pushing him away gently.

Spencer shook his head. “No, you’ll see me tonight.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Yours or mine?”

The man caressed her cheek gently. “Mine. I’m gonna cook you dinner with all of the fun kitchen gadgets you made me buy.”

Y/N scoffed. “Spence, you didn’t even have a can opener!” She patted his chest and laughed.

He chuckled and kissed her once, twice, three times before she pushed him away. “Go before they get suspicious.” She whispered.

Spencer reluctantly pulled away and unlocked the bathroom door, slipping out discreetly and leaving Y/N to stand there with a warm smile on her face.

.•.•.•.•.•.

It was Saturday night and Spencer watched Y/N try on four different dresses from his spot in his bed.

They would leave from the same place but take different cars so it wasn’t suspicious. Spencer would take the longer way there and Y/N wold take the short cut.

“I don’t know, I think I like the blue one.” She said, turning so she could see the back in the mirror. She had on a blue satin dress that had a little bow on the back.

Spencer bit his lip. “Yeah… I definitely like the blue one too.” He said, looking at where the neckline swooped down.

“Stop looking at my boobs and come zip me up, please.” He rolled his eye with a smile and slid off the bed, walking up behind her and slowly lifting the zipper, stopping right before it was at the end.

“Are you sure I can’t unzip you?” He asked. “We’ve got thirty minutes and with the way you look, I only need five.” He dipped his head down, kissing her neck.

Y/N’s shoulders raised and she hummed. “You can take the dress off me when we get back here after dinner.” She said, planting her hand in his hair. “I can’t get all messed up. The they’ll know we’re together.”

Spencer groaned and wrapped an arm around the front of her, swiping his thumb across her red lips. “I can’t wait to see this pretty little makeup all smudged.” He said lowly into her ear. Her mouth dropped open and her chest heaved.

She wrapped her lips around his thumb and shut her eyes, her tongue swirling around it. He groaned. “I honestly don’t think I could ever get it up for anyone else.”

Y/N smirked and popped his thumb out of her mouth. “Change your tie. It’s the same color as my dress. We’re gonna look like we’re going to freakin’ prom together.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and stalked over to his closet.

.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer arrived at Rossi’s 20 minutes after Y/N. She was chatting with Garcia and JJ over a glass of wine. She looked so pretty laughing and smiling.

“Hey, kid!” Rossi greeted, snapping him out of his trance. He smiled at the man. “There’s wine in the dining room, dinner will be done soon.”

“Great.” He smiled.

He was about to make his way to the dining room but Garcia called his name. “Boy Wonder! Over here!”

He stopped and sighed before turning to them with a smile. Y/N smiled at him, crossing her arms and sipping her wine.

“Soooooo, what are you doing for your birthday this year?” The blonde asked, grinning.

Hopefully getting my dick sucked. “Uh…” He shrugged. “I think I’m just gonna take my mom out to dinner and go buy some more books.” He nodded.

Derek came up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, no.” He shook his head. “You can do the mom thing just no books, you nerd.” He spoke. “I’m taking you to a strip club.”

Y/N’s breath hitched and she slid her tongue across her teeth. Spencer glanced at Garcia before looking at his girlfriend. Hotch and Rossi joined their circle.

“Uh… I’m okay, actually. I’d rather just stay home.” He nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.

Derek scoffed. “Why? You got a girl or something?” Spencer tired and successfully avoided glancing at Y/N and shook his head shrugging.

“No, I just… don’t really wanna go see a bunch of naked girls.” I only wanna see one naked girl.

Emily snorted. “What planet are you from? What man doesn’t want to see a bunch of naked girls dancing around, swinging their hoo-has in your face?”

“Swinging?” Y/N grimaced. “What strip clubs have you been to?” She laughed.

Emily scoffed. “The good kind.”

Garcia shook her head. “Okay— anyway, I think Reid has a girlfriend, who’s with me?” She raised her hand.

Everyone including Y/N raised their hands. She pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth to keep from laughing.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Guys I don’t have a girlfriend.” He said, pulling his hand out of his pocket.

“Why is your thumb red?” JJ asked, nodding at his hand.

Y/N pressed her lips together and looked at the ground.

Spencer opened his mouth but shut it again. “I was making Kool-Aid earlier and that stuff stains like a bitch.”

Y/N sighed and shook her head slightly. Literally everyone on this room knows I live off of Kool-Aid. Literally had a Kool-Aid man themed birthday part, I am so obsessed.

She looked back up to meet her father’s stare. Y/N/N, Can you help me with the Carbonara?” He asked, nodding his head to the kitchen.

She swallowed and nodded, putting a smile on her face. She glanced at Spencer before following her father into the kitchen.

“Ooh, It smells good, dad.” She hummed, hoping that he wouldn’t try and talk to her about what all the awkwardness with Spencer was about.

“I remember when you were a little girl and you first learned how to make it with me.” He smiled, leaning against the counter on his palms.

Her phone buzzed in her bag and she took it out quickly.

Dick Dealer💘

How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you

She inhaled deeply and slid her phone back in her bag, setting it on the counter. “I love cooking with you, dad.” She smiled.

Rossi nodded towards his spice organizer and she walked over grabbing the black pepper and garlic powder.

“Can you be honest with me for a moment, sweetie?” He asked as she sprinkled the seasonings in. She glanced at him.

“Yeah, always.” She shrugged, smiling.

He walked around the kitchen island and sighed. “Are you… involved with Spencer Reid?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him, her lips quirking up. “What? No, of course not.”

Rossi nodded. “I just… I just noticed some weird stuff back in there. The way you got… jealous when Derek mentioned taking Spencer to a— his birthday plans.” He grimaced.

Y/N laughed a little, trying to keep her voice even. She looked at her dad, making eye contact with him. “Well, like you said you did figure out that I have a crush on Spencer. I was just jealous about that.” She shrugged.

Rossi nodded. “A-and I’ve noticed how weird it is that you seemingly ignore him when we’re all together. What’s up with that?”

Y/N scoffed. “God, dad. Do I need a lawyer or something? Why are you grilling me?”

The father sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little protective.”

His daughter smiled and looked back down at the pot she was stirring. “No, it’s okay. I get it but there’s nothing going on between Spencer and I.”

He smiled and kissed her head. “I’ve got it from here if you wanna go back out with your friends.”

Y/N bit her lip. “I think I’ll stay here with you. We need to catch up. How’s Crystal?”

.•.•.•.•.•.

At dinner, Spencer sat across the way from his girlfriend. He was sitting beside Rossi so there was no way he could see the looks that he was giving Y/N.

He was mostly giving her worried looks because she wasn’t making eye contact with him at all.

Once dinner was done, she stuck around to help clean up. Spencer bit his lip as he left the Rossi household, glancing at Y/N through the window before getting in his car and driving home where he would meet Y/N.

.•.•.•.

“Fuck!” Y/N panted and rolled off of him. Spencer gripped her hips even as she collapsed on the bed beside him, squeezing his eyes shut.

She shut her eyes and bit her lip, scooting forward to wrap her legs around his waist and laying her head on his chest. “M’sleepy, Spence.” She mumbled.

“So what did you and your dad talk about?” He asked, rubbing her skin.

Y/N popped her eyes back open. “Are you really asking me about my dad not even thirty seconds after I rode your dick?” She grimaced.

Spencer chuckled. “M’sorry, baby.” He kissed her head. “I just— you got all weird during dinner. You weren’t even looking at me.”

Y/N sighed. “He just asked me if I was ‘involved’ with you. I denied it, of course but I’m still not sure that he fully believes me.” She shrugged. “Did he say something to you?”

Spencer shook her head. “Nope.”

Y/N bit her lip. “Good.” She pressed her forehead into Spencer’s chest again and kissed it. “I’m going to sleep unless you wanna go again?” She smirked.

“You horn dog. Go to sleep.” He chuckled. “I love you.”

Y/N hummed and giggled sleepily. “I love you.”

An hour later Spencer was still awake, running his fingertips across the bare skin of Y/N’s back gently as she slept. His phone buzzed on the bedside table and he sighed, pausing his movements and reached over to grab it.

Rossi

I know she thinks you two are hiding it well. I’ll let you get away with it for now. You hurt my daughter, I shoot you in the face.

Spencer’s eyes widened and he almost groaned loudly had Y/N not been asleep on his chest.

He gulped and put his phone down deciding that he wouldn’t tell Y/N that her dad knew about them until it was a problem.

Which even when it was, he would still do everything to make sure she never got hurt.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THIS OMGGG

AND I LOVE YOU READER (WHO ASKED NOT TO BE TAGGED) If it’s not how you’d hoped, I will happily rewrite it:)

Spence and Y/N really we’re just horny this entire time💀 also Derek is an asshole 😭

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Right Kind of Wrong (3)

She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation. She also never thought she’d encounter her one-night-stand again—the awkward stranger who isn’t exactly that good in bed… Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong. But the more he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, the more he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: she gets involved in a murder case she least expected as a familiar face greets her. wc: 3,7k

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, blood, graphic details of murder

A/n: this part is kind of slow but it’s very important for the plot

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Y/N WAS GOING TO QUIT. She was sure of it. Her mind was constantly trying to plan how she would execute the idea without making a scene because she considered slamming her resignation letter on Jamison's desk, dramatically claiming him as a disgusting, chauvinistic bitter old man who only got laid because his wife took pity on him.

She was walking back to her desk after bearing another one of his, "I don't think you can do the job, L/n. Let the men go out to the field and cover the story."

She was also a journalist, for god's sake. And a good one at that. What made that old man think she wasn't as capable as any other male peers around her? Was she too much of a woman to go out on the field and cover stories that were judged as too dangerous for her?

She let out a scoff. The Jamison Lynch worried about her safety? That sounded even more absurd.

"He did it again, didn't he?" Y/n found Sandy, the closest friend she had in this male-dominated agency, peering over her cubicle. She was from the finance department and would often come to entertain her whenever she needed an ear to cry out her frustration. "What is it this time?"

She cleared her throat and made an attempt of lowering her voice into a deeper pitch. "L/n, I don't think you understand how dangerous it is for you to be out there. Let the men do the job."

Sandy laughed. "That's actually a good impression. What work was he talking about?"

"Kevin Marshall's case." Y/n sat back in her chair and frowned. "The ironic thing is, I was the one who found out about this case. I told him about doing a story of it before he snitched this opportunity and gave it to Eric."

"So Eric's covering the story now?"

"Yeah." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "They're still talking about it in his office."

Sandy blew a low whistle. "That sucks."

She felt beyond frustrated. It seemed so unfair how she always got the bad end of the stick just because she wasn't born with a penis. She told Sandy exactly that which she cackled in return.

"On a serious note," Sandy muttered after her fits of laughter died down and leaned closer. "What happened to Mr. Marshall was terrible."

"You didn't hear this from me, but the police found him stabbed to death and..." she looked around their surroundings, motioning her friend to inch closer. "...there was some writing carved on his body."

Sandy's eyes went wide. "No way."

She nodded. "A friend of a friend of a friend of mine heard it from the forensic team."

"What were the words?"

"Well, if I were to be the one assigned to this case, we would've found out." She shook her head and let out another frustrated cry. "I'm going to quit this job."

"You said that last month," Sandy reminded her. "And the month before that, also, the month before that. Oh, did I mention you also said that several months ago—"

She held out her hand. "Alright, I got it." She glanced over the closed door at the end of the hallway, her mind drifting towards the two men discussing her supposedly case behind it. "I really mean it this time."

"Sure," Sandy absentmindedly agreed. "Wait, didn't you know Mr. Marshall?"

"Not really. I only met him once for work." She winced as her thought traveled to the time she encountered the man who was brutally murdered two days ago. "Let's just say he wasn’t exactly the greatest person to interview."

"No kidding."

She dismissed the topic by waving her hand. "It happened a long time ago, let's not bring that up. I'd feel terrible bad-mouthing him after what happened." She then let out a sigh. "It would be quite a story to cover though."

"Yeah, well, screw Jamison for taking it away for you." Sandy's eyes suddenly gleamed as they narrowed towards the automatic door at the corner of the room. "At least your boyfriend is here."

Y/n spotted the young man walking their way and laughed. "He's not my boyfriend."

"I don't think he got the memo," Sandy whispered before straightening herself, giving the man a huge grin as he stopped at her desk. "Hey, Oliver."

"Hi, Sandy." He greeted slowly. "How are you?"

"Better now that I've seen your pretty face."

Oliver Walsh was indeed an absolutely stunning man. He was tall and lean with broad shoulders and a very defined face. He was a little mysterious and reserved, but underneath that veneer was someone who was kind and caring.

He might not be the most outgoing person, but he had a genuine sweetness that made him attractive and likable. He also happened to have the hugest crush on Y/n the moment he first stepped foot inside this building.

Oliver gave Sandy a smile. "You look beautiful yourself."

Sandy rolled her eyes playfully. "We know I'm not the one you should be sweeping off her feet." She then gave Y/n a pointed look. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"What? You're going home already?"

"Got a hot date tonight!" Sandy overly shared before sauntering out of their sight. Y/n shook her head at her friend's antics before glancing up to see Oliver staring at her with the same look he had been giving her ever since the moment he had introduced himself.

His clear affection didn't go unnoticed. It somehow managed to be a public assumption that he was head over heels for her, something that was often discussed between their peers. As much as she wanted to reciprocate his feelings because she understood how difficult it was to be on the other side of unrequited love, she merely saw him as a guy she often worked with.

"Can I help you, Oliver?" She asked, already weary of the grin plastered on his face.

"No, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Her face fell at his words. "How I'm doing?"

"I heard Jamison snatched a very important job from you."

"Wow," she gasped, not understanding how he knew this information already. But then again, people had the tendency to share things they overheard. "News really does travel fast around here."

"There's no such thing as secrets in this place. But seriously, how are you holding up?"

She simply shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Angry? Frustrated? Like I want to strangle Jamison myself?"

"Y/n, there's no such thing as a bad bone in your body."

"What? You don't think I'm capable of hurting him?"

"Nope. You're the sweetest person I know."

She snorted. "That's because you keep seeing me through rose-tinted glass."

"Maybe." Oliver crossed his arms and leaned his hips over her desk. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

She shook her head. He raised his brows. "Really? You can't think of anything?" She shook her head again. "Perhaps something to appease your frustration? Chocolate? You do love chocolate."

"I do, but I don't think anything sweet can even calm me down."

"Then how about a drink? Coffee? Beer? You and me? Together? Tonight?"

She let out a disbelief laugh as she stood up, making an attempt to gather her things. "Don't be so sly, Oliver."

He merely gave her a bashful smile. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

"It's never going to work between us." She paused dramatically. "Do you want to know why?"

He slowly nodded, eying her with earnest interest.

"Because you see, Oliver," she drawled as she closed the distance between them. She peered up at him through her lashes and threw him a grin. "I never mix business with pleasure."

She gave him a playful wink before turning around, leaving him dumbfounded and speechless as he stood there where she had left him. He let out an amused laugh before calling out, "I'm going to make you change your mind!”

She lifted her hand and waved at him without looking back. "Goodnight, Walsh."

His laughter was the last thing she heard before she turned around the corner, heading towards the parking area.

Turning him down was the right thing to do. She was not in the right place to be emotionally involved with other people right now. After going through so many heartbreaks and disappointments in the past, she couldn't take any more of the dating scene. It was just a bunch of awkward interactions and unmet expectations while feeling worn down by the whole process. She couldn't even remember the last time she was involved with a man.

A sudden mock laughter rang at the back of her head. You were involved with a complete stranger two nights ago!

Romantically, she corrected. She couldn't remember the last time she was involved with a man romantically.

Oh, great. Now she was fighting with herself upon what had happened that night. That... overwhelming and embarrassing night which she did not want to speak of. Overwhelming because of how much she wanted to see him again, embarrassing because she knew he did not feel the same.

She groaned as her mind somehow drifted to memory, her mind reminiscing that intoxicating feeling of his tongue inside her mouth for the first time. Or that moment before he settled above her, sinking between her legs as the tip of his hard, throbbing length squeezed into her warm entrance—

No! Don't even go there!

She stopped her pace and stood by the entryway of the parking lot, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat. She needed a moment to breathe. Between her frustration toward her boss, the constant interest from her fellow colleague, and the rush of sexual heat at that core memory, her head was starting to spin.

It wasn't until a sudden weight shoved her from the back that she woke from her trance. She jolted forward from the impact before her bag fell onto the ground, the remnants of her things spilling out, and scattered along her feet. "What the hell?"

She looked up to see the back side of a man moving forward in a hurry, not even sparing her a glance.

"Hey!" She shouted, clearly annoyed by the fact an unidentified man wearing a dark hoodie covering his face didn't have the decency to apologize. When he turned around the corner and escaped her line of vision, she realized she wasn't going to get the apology she desired.

She picked up her belongings while muttering curses under her breath. Her phone which lay a few inches away from her feet suddenly vibrated, the loud sound of an incoming call echoing throughout the open space of the lot. She peered over towards the screen and groaned.

She shoved the phone inside her bag and went on her way as she spotted her car. "Now's not the time, Jamison," she mumbled to herself, already irritated by how the night had turned out.

Her phone went silent again. It wasn't until she was a few feet away from her car that it began its chime a second time. The sound felt heavy in her ears and she finally got to her car, leaned against it, and reluctantly dug into her bag to retrieve the device.

She clutched onto it with disdain because Jamison was known to be persistent while also being inconsiderate and thoughtless. If she ignored him he would find another way to get under her skin. She slumped against the cool material of her car and slowly took a deep, aggravating breath before receiving the call. "Yes, Jamison—"

There was heavy breathing at the end of the line. A static sound greeted her before a loud crash echoed in the background. She looked over her phone screen before pressing it back against her ear. "Jamison?"

"...help..."

His croaked voice shot shivers down her spine. She straightened herself as panic washed over her body. Her boss was known for being very loud as he loved being the center of attention. But his voice sounded so quiet now. It didn't have that hint of self-centered confidence he liked to portray. It even sounded as if he were... in pain?

"Jamison?" She gulped and without thinking of her actions, her feet somehow moved on their own, navigating her back to where she had left. "Jamison, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Can you hear me?"

"...Y/n..." Crash. Cough. Gasp. "...help—"

The line went dead.

Y/n wasn't exactly a fit person. Her only form of physical activity would be the number of stairs she climbed up and down in her apartment building. But her feet were moving very fast on its own right now. She didn't care how running in a pair of flats wasn't the best idea, the mortification of something awful happening to someone asking for her assistance was gnawing into her consciousness.

The moment she was on her office floor, she took notice of how nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The place was exactly how she had left minus all the people hanging by their respective desks. Because it was very, very quiet and the silence felt oddly eerie to her. Half of the lights were off and her steps halted for a moment as she entered her cubicle space, suddenly self-aware of the possibility of how something dangerous might occur.

Then she heard a scream. A deep, dreadful scream followed by a train of curses came from what she assumed was Jamison's office. Her feet moved again and her frightened demeanor was replaced by concern as she increased her pace, turning to the hallway towards his office.

Her movement faltered when she realized she wasn't alone. A very frightened-looking Eric Adler stood by Jamison's door before he turned around at the sound of her footsteps.

"Eric?"

His voice was etched with panic and horror as he rushed forward and held her by the arms. "No, Y/n."

"...what?" Her eyes shot behind him, noticing Jamison's door jarred open. She tried to escape his grip. "You don't understand. He called me—"

"No. Please. You don't want to see him in there—"

"Let go of me! He called—"

"Y/n." His grip tightened. "He's—he's... gone."

She looked up to see her coworker, the same man who simply stood in silence this evening as he took the job she had wanted. The confused look in his eyes from the sudden responsibility he had to take on that particular moment was now replaced by terror; a look of sheer horror, one which conveyed utter fear and panic. It was a look of complete devastation and utter helplessness, a look that made his soul seem to have been just sucked out of his body. It was the kind of look that conveyed the deepest despair one could possibly feel.

He's gone.

Gone could mean a lot of things. It could mean disappearance. It could mean an emotional state of feeling disconnected from the world. But this gone... she understood what it meant. She understood the weight of the word the moment her eyes spotted the surge of blood coming from Jamison's office.

There was so much blood that she should've felt disgusted by the amount of it, but her mind was too busy trying to convince herself that it was real. It wasn't until her eyes spotted a hand sprawled lifelessly across the floor that her stomach started to churn. The stone rings circling around the fingers were the exact rings she often saw on her boss.

The realization on her face had Eric pulling her away. But before he could drag her, she saw a glimpse of the lifeless body, and what she caught had her completely stunned. More than feeling mortified by the scene, a sense of bewilderment settled in. The disbelief of such a coincidence happening etched her mind as she peered over the body one last time.

Because something was carved along his arm.

There was a lot of waiting. Feeling impatient was one of the most frustrating things to ever exist, it made her feel anxious and restless about the lack of progress after Eric had called the authorities. He had guided her to the front area of the receptionist, given her a blanket he had found somewhere in the office—which she wasn't sure who it even belonged to—and given her a cup of warm tea as he made some calls.

She sat there, watching her coworker pace back and forth along the marble floor. She could tell Eric's mind was secretly all over the place with his disheveled hair and dark circles underneath his eyes, but somehow he managed to keep his calm.

He was steady, still a little fazed with the whole ordeal, but managed to keep checking up on her every five minutes. He even had the time to apologize for taking her job before she merely shook it off. It wasn't his decision to snatch away the opportunity. Though it felt inappropriate to point fingers at the person who actually did decide on the matter when he was lying in the other room covered in his own blood.

She shuddered again. There were so many questions running through her mind. What kind of person would do a terrible, gruesome thing to another human being? It was always the same question she had whenever she encountered such devastating news. She once read in an article that there were roughly 300,000 people who were killed by murder each year worldwide, and to think that one of them happened to somebody she knew felt so surreal.

The authorities finally came an hour later followed by a group of people wearing protective suits. The waiting for their arrival was very long, but everything happened so fast the moment they introduced themselves. A detective in an oversized suit talked to her and Eric separately, asking what happened prior to finding the body.

She suddenly felt nauseous as she recalled Jamison's phone call, how pained and desperate his voice sounded. It wasn't until she heard herself say it out loud that she realized the possibility of the killer being in the same room on that phone call. Or even in the same room as her as she entered the vicinity of their office.

"Ms. L/n?" Y/n looked up to see the detective watching her with worry. "Are you alright?"

No, she wasn't. But she merely nodded and gave him a smile. "I will be."

He returned the smile with a genuine one of his own and glanced at his watch. "You should get some sleep, Ms. L/n. If you have any more information please don't hesitate to contact us."

Then he left her standing there alone, watching people bustling around her with different equipment. She could hear the faint sound of the ambulance from the distance, smell the intoxicating scent of chemicals coming from the medics, and sense her fatigue creeping along her body as her eyes noted the time showed on the massive clock plastered on the wall.

"Ms. L/n?"

Y/n turned to see a man standing close, his dark eyes watching her cautiously. There was a sense of confidence in his posture that she couldn't help but notice. "Yes?"

"Mr. Adler told me where to find you." She frowned at the mention of Eric before her confusion deepened at the badge presented in front of her. "I'm SSA Derek Morgan from the FBI."

"FBI?"

"Yes," he confirmed, shoving his badge back into his pocket. "I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding this past event."

She crossed her arms. "I don't think my boss being brutally killed should be called an event." She steadied her gaze on him. "And I've already talked to the detective."

"My apologies, and I'm terribly sorry for your loss." He gave her an apologetic smile. "Although I would appreciate it if you can spare a few minutes of your time."

She observed him, watching him hesitantly before letting out a heavy sigh. "I guess so."

"Is there anywhere private we can talk?"

His attempt at keeping their conversation confidential from all the people swarming by had her quirking an eyebrow. She nodded and guided him toward the closest space that could provide them some privacy. "Sure... We can use the conference room down here."

"Thank you. My partner will also be present with us if you don't mind."

She looked him up and down. "There's two of you?"

"There's two of us," Agent Morgan confirmed, slightly smiling at the condescending tone of her voice. "Dr. Reid will shortly join us."

The silence after that statement was very, very palpable. The sudden stillness was one that typically left her feeling completely baffled, a state of total shock and disbelief over a familiar name unexpectedly mentioned. The uncertainty of her ability to hear left her frozen in her tracks, waiting for her brain to catch up with the sudden information. "Doctor... Reid?"

"Dr. Spencer Reid. He was talking to Mr. Adler a while ago—wait, there he is." Agent Morgan's voice grew louder as his eyes focused on the man behind them. "Reid! Over here!"

He surely couldn't be...?

She shook her head. The world wasn't that small, was it? Even though she was very bad at remembering names, how could she forget the exact same one she wrongly called as a result of her pettiness? And besides, there must be a lot of people possessing the same name, surely it was a different person.

Though the deafening lack of sound was jarring as if every other sound had been sucked out of the room. It almost felt like everything was frozen in time as her eyes settled on the man standing a few feet away from her. Because there he was, the same man who awkwardly flirted with her two days ago.

The same man who grabbed her by the waist the moment she looked up at him with need. The same man who leaned in closer, the tension charged with anticipation and desire before it lead to an explosion of passion that couldn't be quelled.

But the desperate longing in his eyes from that night was changed into mortification, and when she thought her night couldn’t go more terrible than it already was, it had gotten even worse.

>> NEXT PART

[hisonlyreid-er]

School Girl Crush Pt 1

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| A new BAU member appears and Spencer sees her as a little threat to his status of boy genius. Being unable to get comfortable with each other causes some issues within the team. Will they be able to move past it and work together?

Spencer Reid x FemBau!OC

Moving to the US was daunting. Coming from a smaller English town hadn't prepared me for the move. At only 23, I was joining the FBI. It was a dream of mine to catch murderers and profile serial killers so when I was put forward, I couldn't contain my excitement.

I first arrived at the start of the month and now, 2 weeks later, I was entering the FBI office in Quantico, Virginia. This morning, I had a big panic about what to wear. I settled on black trousers and a white button up blouse. My satchel held everything I would need. My hands held the strap tightly as I stood in the lift, making my way up to my dream job. I watched the numbers go up as I got closer and closer to my floor. My nerves were in full force as I chewed my lip out of habit.

The lift dinged, signaling my arrival. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the corridor. People bustled around me as I just stood there. The clack of heels echoed around me as I became conscious of my heavy combat boots, hidden mostly by my long trousers. The glow of florescent lights added to the intimidating feeling. Long, white hallways with many doors and framed photos of Agents killed in action. My British upbringing became very obvious as I became aware of how many guns were around me. Almost every single person had one on them. I had my own gun tucked in the holster as my side. Learning to shoot hadn't been very difficult and I gained my license to carry within a few weeks of accepting the position. It wasn't like I had no experience, I had worked with the NCA for years and knew a lot about chasing down dangerous criminals.

While preparing for the role, I had been in frequent contact with SSA Hotchner. He was my new boss so it was him I was meant to find first. A little intimidated by the agents around me, I kept my head down, letting my hair hide my face. In the center of the floor was a bullpen with a number of desks. Agent Hotchner was in charge so he would most likely have an office, with this in mind I walked towards the small set of stairs. I didn't want to ask for directions, my stubbornness was to blame for that. I felt some eyes on me as I ascended the stairs. Not wanting to be stared at, I quickly scanned the doors and spotted the one labelled SSA Aaron Hotchner. With one hand I knocked against the door and with the other I straightened my blouse. "Come in." Breathe.

I push the door open. Inside the office was larger than I expected. A large wooden desk was the main focus of the room. My eyes found Agent Hotchner sat behind the desk, stacks of paperwork surrounding him. He was a serious man, his hair was dark and his suit was neat. I felt the need to impress him, to make him proud of me. He looked up at me, placing his pen down and turning all his attention to me. "Agent Hotchner?" Why do I ask stupid questions? This man was sat in the office labelled with that name, sat at a desk with a plaque and I was asking if it was him. Sometimes I don't feel as smart as I should. "Yes. Agent Colesta I assume." As I nodded my head he rose from his seat, walking towards me. His hand extended. With as much confidence as I could muster, I shook his hand firmly.

Agent Hotchner wanted to ask me some questions and update me on everything I needed to know. We sat across the desk from each other. My leg bounced as I realised how important this was. He needed to believe in my abilities. "How are you settling in?" He didn't look up at me as he searched through one of his drawers. "Its definitely a change but I'm doing pretty well." A small hum was the only response I got as he lay a folder on the wood. My folder. I could see my name printed on the front. Lyn Colesta. I tensed as he opened it, revealing everything about me compressed onto a mere few pieces of paper.

Over the next hour, Agent Hotchner asked me questions and allowed me to ask some back. In that time, I became less nervous of his stoic demeanor. "That is all of my questions. Do you have anything else you would like to know?" I thought for a moment, running a mental check. "I don't think so. Thank you Agent Hotchner." I gave a small smile to the older man. "Most members of the team call me Hotch. It is up to you but that's the norm here." Nodding, I knew it would take a while for me to get comfortable using a nickname.

Agent Hotchner stood from his desk, leading me to do the same. Without saying a word, we exited his office and walked down the stairs to the bullpen. I became very conscious of the small group of agents at one of the desks, staring at the two of us. Unfortunately for me, Agent Hotchner led us towards them. The members of the BAU. My need for a good impression wiped my nervous fidgeting from my body and replaced it with a confident expression. As we neared the group their conversation slowed to a halt, showing they were probably discussing the strange girl who had been with their boss for some time.

Hotchner made some conversation with a blonde woman. I took this time to examine each of them. Closest to me was a tall, dark skinned man. He was perched on the side of the desk, mug in hand. He was quite muscular and by him demeanor, I could tell he was confident in his physical capabilities. There was an uncertain look in his eye as he looked at me which showed he wasn't easily accepting of new people. I would have to earn his trust. I love a challenge. The desk clearly belonged to the dark haired woman sat on the chair. She held herself with propriety, more than most, which showed she had an important role at some point. I had a feeling I would get along well with her as there was a hint of mischief on her face as she smirked. Then there was the woman talking to Agent Hotchner. It was clear she had a fairly important place around her because of the way Hotchner was listening intently to every word she said. She seemed like a kind hearted woman but also someone that I shouldn't cross. I made a mental note of all my observations.

"This is Agent Colesta. She will be joining the unit." Agent Hotchner gestured to me, bringing all sets of eyes to me. Resisting the urge to shrink under their gazes, I gave a friendly smile and a small wave. Thankfully, each of them returned my smile, settling my nerves a little more. "Its nice to meet you. I'm Lyn." My meek attitude creeping out as I greeted them. "Derek Morgan." The man gave me a sly smirk as he reached out to shake my hand. I gladly shook his hand. I turned to the dark haired woman. "Emily Prentiss." She didn't make a move to shake my hand, opting for a small nod. " Jennifer Jareau. But you can call me JJ." Now, JJ did go for an handshake. Normally I wasn't a huge fan of shaking hands, especially with strangers but I knew I needed to make a good first impression.

Agent Hotchners cell phone began to ring in his pocket, causing a groan to erupt from Agent Prentiss. "Hotchner." He answered instantly, opting to walk away from the small group to take the call in private. I was left with my new colleagues. Suck it up Lyn. Time to schmooze them off their feet. "I was under the impression that there was more of you." I feigned a puzzled expression as I spoke to them. Agent Morgan chuckled slightly. "Yeah, there is. Rossi's somewhere around here and Reid will be here in about 10 minutes." I nodded, remembering those new names for later.

Agents Jareau and Morgan excused themselves, walking over to their respective desks. I was a little unsure what to do. I didn't know where my desk was and hadn't been given any orders so I just stood by Agent Prentiss's desk. "You know, you could go meet Garcia. I'm sure she'd love to meet you and would really appreciate you going to her." Clearly I looked confused at the new person added to the mix. "Derek forgot to mention her before. She's our tech analyst. Her office is up there, right at the end of the hall." My eyes followed where Agent Prentiss had pointed. "Thanks for the advice." I was truly grateful. I needed all the friends I could get. Bidding her goodbye, I walked in the direction she said.

The hallway was fairly long and a little darker than the rest of the floor. I almost gave up when I finally spotted the last door. I had no clue how this Garcia would be. She could be completely horrible. Despite my hesitations, I knocked on the door. Some frantic shuffling could be heard on the other side as I waited patiently. After a few long seconds the door is pulled open. This woman was dressed in a bright pink cardigan, and white pencil skirt. Her blonde hair was in pigtails and on her face was a pair of statement glasses. Her eyes widened as she saw me. "Hello, are you Garcia?" She continued to stare at me before nodding aggressively. Still, she didn't say a word. "I'm Lyn. I just joined the unit." I gave an uncertain smile. Somehow, her eyes widened even more. A wide smile broke out on her face as she pulled the door wider and let me in. The office reflected her perfectly. There were little toys and knickknacks scattered about. Fuzzy topped pencils sat in a bedazzled pencil pot on the desk.

"You're Agent Colesta?" I hadn't told her my last name, but I nodded. Before it can register, Garcia pulls me into a hug which I halfheartedly reciprocate. "I'm Penelope." Penelope. I knew she wasn't an agent, she didn't carry herself like one and was much too positive to be one. "It's good to meet you, Penelope." I had a feeling we could be friends. "And you're British." Her excited squeal seemed strange to me. What's so exciting about being British?

Penelope and I spent sometime chatting. More like her talking and me nodding or giving a short response. She gave me a brief run down of everything going on around her. It was actually very helpful. Apparently her and Agent Morgan were the flirty two in the unit. She only mentioned it to reassure me if I heard any of their conversations which can get quite 'graphic' according to her. Agent Rossi was a famous author. I knew I recognised that name, I'd read his books on serial killers and the psychology behind their actions. Dr Reid was the genius of the team with an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. That was actually quite impressive. Garcia told me that he didn't like physical contact and loved to spurt random facts at any given time. Dr Reid was only 8 months older than me according to Garcia. Hold on. I never told her my birthday. "How do you know that?" I was getting a little suspicious of this bubbly woman. Her demeanor turned sheepish. "I looked through your file." My mouth fell open as she spoke. "I'm sorry but I just got curious."

This, of course, led to me asking questions about what she can access. I was then shown through Garcia's set up. It was extremely impressive, she could access almost anything from her little office. I think I might have fallen in love with her when she pulled up the cameras from the bullpen and showed me a clip from a few weeks ago. The clip was from a late night in the office and showed Agent Prentiss tripping over a bin and then she just didn't move for a few minutes. It was pretty funny. I was glad Agent Prentiss had advised me to introduce myself to Garcia. Talking with her had relaxed me and I felt prepared to start my new job simply because of her being there.

A ping came from Garcia's system and she immediately spun in her chair to see what it was. "We have a case. To the roundtable we go." Her wording amused me. I stood by the door, watching Garcia rush around, grabbing files and other various things from around her office. Deciding she didn't have enough arms, Garcia handed me a few things off her pile and started out of the office and down the hallway. I froze for a second but quickly rushed after her. She walked quickly. The clicking of her kitten heels filled the silence of the empty space. It took a bit of effort to keep walking beside her.

The roundtable, as Garcia called it, was on the same level as Agent Hotchners office. It seemed like most of the unit was already there. From a distance I could count 5 heads and could see Agent Jareau stood at the front of the room. Agent Morgan and Agent Prentiss were easy to recognise. Agent Hotchners dark hair caught my eye as he sat closest to where Agent Jareau stood. The 2 remaining people had to be Agent Rossi and Dr Reid. Smile. Make a good impression.

As we entered the room, Garcia greeted the group, recieving a few greetings in return. "Good morning baby girl." So that's what she meant. Noted. I was directed to the seat between Agent Prentiss and Garcia. "Before we get started, this is Agent Lyn Colesta. She is now a member of the team." My head shot up at the sound of my name. "Agent Colesta, this is Agent David Rossi." I smile to the man Agent Hotchner gestured to. "Nice to meet you." He seemed nice enough. I felt like a fangirl but kept it to myself, figuring he was fed up of people telling him they love his books. "And this, is Dr Spencer Reid." My eyes moved to the last person at the table. He was clearly my age, had longish brown hair and wore a cardigan. He intrigued me. Dr Reid gave me a small wave, which I copied.

Agent Jareau started her presentation about the case. I focused all my attention on the manila folder in front of me. This was the start of my dream. Everything was falling into place for me and I couldn't contain my excitement. Profiling wasn't new to me but the BAU, they were legends in the psychology world and getting to work with them was what I wanted to do with my life. Nothing would get in the way of my work now. My sole focus would now be on this job.

[bau-drabbles]

his apartment was a mess, that was the first thing you noticed. books scattered, glasses all around the table, curtain half closed, it was all very unlike dr spencer reid. he like to organise his things very particularly, but now it had looked as if everything was ran through by car leaving nothing but remains. he had many different lamps on his wall but only one was on. a small golden glow illuminating just how chaotic the room was looking.

but still you enter through, quietly walking across his tiled floors. the air felt thick with tension, as if something wasn't quite right. you knew lately he'd been having a hard time but in typical reid fashion, he had decided to bottle his feelings. and now when it was overflowing, everything around him was going up in flames. he had lashed out on you terribly, and even if you knew he didn't mean it, it still hurt nonetheless.

you walk through the apartment gingerly, your hands delicately skimming the books as you walk by. you heard a shuffle in the other room and your heart drops when you see him. he's in a jumper and some sweats, the nightgown tied loosely around him. he's standing by the window watching the sun set, the sky erupting in different colours of red and orange.

all of it would've been so magical had you not noticed the way his shoulders tense and the way his hands clutching tightly around himself. he fiercely wipes away the fresh tears with the back of his hand, cursing at himself for being so weak. but they still streamed down his reddened face. you hear his erratic breaths, trying to stop himself from having another panic attack and it all but breaks your heart piece by piece.

before you could even say a word, he caught your reflection in the window. with a deep breath he turns around and there you really stand. you set the books on the table and his lip trembles, clamping down his teeth over it so you didn't see how entirely pathetic he was. his locks were displayed all around his forehead. he wasn't sleeping, the bags under his eyes certainly had seen better days.

"you came..." his breath was hitched in his throat, a tear spilling from his eyes and you slowly nodded coming closer. he speaks like he genuinely hadn't expected you, as if you could ever ignore a sad call that came from him no matter what time it was.

seeing him so torn up, it was everything in you not to immediately hug him then and there. but you remain in your place, just looking at the sweet man in front of you. how much sadness and pain he had to carry, burdens that weren't his to hold, fell heavy upon his shoulders. you could see how defeated he had become.

"you called..." your voice is gentle, soothing, as if the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. he looks back down, his reddened cheeks stained with fresh tears. his adam apple bobs in his throat with the words he could sat but nothing comes out. nothing but his voice wavering and breaking down in front of you. his fingers clutches the ends of the desk and his face crumples when he turns back to the window.

"i'm sorry..." he whispers, sniffing as he stares out on the city and its inhabitants. your gaze follows by, walking slowly and softly to him.

"i know, it's okay" you lean against the desk as you occupy the space next to him. you know he'll speak to you when he's ready, you know better than to overwhelm him with what has happened. so your mouth remains closed, you remain simply by his side. not going anywhere unless he said to.

you didn't expect him to come closer, resting his face on your shoulder. his hands cradles a book close to his chest as he takes a deep breath in, his heart slowing down for the first time that night. you can smell his sweet shampoo and his cologne as his hands reaches for yours, holding it within his grasp. your fingers gently smooth over his knuckle tenderly, almost like a mother taking care of her child.

"thank you" his voice is soft, hoarse as he holds your hand tighter. you both just look out of the window, relishing in each others company. knowing words couldn't possibly come close to what you were both feeling. that he was clinging on to your touch just as desperately as you were. that despite what had happened, you'd always be there for him whenever he needed. no matter what.

"you're welcome"

[0and0its0doctor0]

I'll wear out the words I love you

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, nothing graphic

Summary: Spencer finally asks the question that’s been on his mind for months…just not when and where you’d expect

Word Count: 305

“You look beautiful.” The words caught you off guard and you paused. Maybe you had a head injury or something, there was no way that Spencer Reid just said you looked beautiful at the present moment. “Babe. I’m covered in blood. Most of which isn’t even mine.” You said looking down at your blood stained shirt. Some of it was from your busted nose but most of it belonged to the unsub you just got done taking down. Spencer was impressed, he just watched you fight the unsub and subdue him all on your own and you came out only moderately scathed. Your vision was starting to swim. “Marry me.” Spencer said seriously while holstering his firearm. You paused. You were seeing two of him. You had to be hearing things too.

“I’m sorry what? I’m seeing two of you.” You muttered pressing a hand to your temple. “Diplopia. It means double vision. Marry me.” He again asked the same thing and you stared at him. “Baby are you okay? Did you get hit in the head?” You asked, looking up at him as he stepped towards you. He had that grin on his face that made your heart beat harder in your chest and your mouth go dry. “Marry. Me.” He enunciated each word, brushing hair out of your face and tilting your chin up with his fingertips. “Yeah. Of course.” You said with a smile. He leaned down and captured your lips not caring about the blood from your nose. When he pulled away he was panting, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said grabbing your hand and walking you over to a waiting ambulance. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend just asked you to marry him in the middle of a crime scene. You really hoped you didn’t just hallucinate the whole thing.

[lechemoon]

the one where you're distracted by his hair

spencer reid x reader

wc: ~1.1k

a/n: currently doing my very slow rewatch of criminal minds and he's walking with a cane with his long hair <3 hope you enjoy! no warnings apply

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for some people, the constant ticking of a clock in a quiet room is enough to distract them from work. the continuous sound of ticking and tocking and ticking and tocking making it just so that every 10 ticks causes a spelling error in a report.

you didn’t understand this much; clocks don’t bother you unless you’re sitting completely still. the ticking makes you want to move, so that’s what you do when you hear the time pass

for others, the click clack of a mechanical keyboard around them can drive them absolutely up the wall. 

you didn’t understand this either. you love the sound of your own mechanical keyboard at home. you have half a mind to actually bring it to the office with you, but the knowledge of people hating tactile switches keeps you from doing so.

you also don’t understand what is up with spencer’s hair lately. the sight of it just barely past his shoulders in slight waves. the look of it so light brown that it makes you crave either caramel or chocolate (or both- you aren’t picky). 

for whatever reason, he has decided to let it grow. and for whatever reason, you have decided that it’s the most mesmerizing and distracting thing in the BAU.

the length looks good on him. you like the shape it takes and the way it naturally falls. truthfully, you thought spencer’s hair was straighter. you never noticed how it curled at the ends til it grew to his shoulders.

it’s especially shiny today, soft-looking. you wonder if yesterday was his wash day. it looks healthy, too. like he uses a specific type of shampoo to get his hair to be just so.

it looks like he’s taking a break. you can tell because he’s skimming a book he’s probably already memorized, fingers gliding down so he doesn’t lose his spot in the event that his attention is called elsewhere. 

as you stare, you take your own hair in your hands and brush it with your fingers. a finger gets caught in a small tangle, making you wince slightly. you wonder if your hair looks soft and shiny, too. if he would think so.

the hand scanning the page takes a break so that it can tuck a piece of fallen hair away from his face and behind his ear instead. for a second you wish it was your hand helping him (you want to run your fingers through it just once), and the idea makes you flush slightly. 

and maybe the flush serves as a giveaway or a siren, because spencer looks up from his book directly at you. not abruptly. it’s like you watch it happen in slow motion.

his eyes stop tracking the page, his brows furrow together slightly, and he just… looks at you.

spencer gives you a confused look, as if to say do i look funny? do i have egg on my face?

then his confused face gives you a shy, questioning smile. why were you staring at me? something catch your eye?

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself, averting his gaze and hunching over your desk to escape it. you’ve been caught ogling. 

you want to bonk your forehead on your desk, but your hands stop you because you’ve already buried your face in them. as if already disappearing in your own cubicle wasn’t enough to hide from spencer.

ignore me, ignore me, ignore-

you hear wheels from one of the desk chairs rolling your way. you don’t have to look to see who it might be, because you already know.

so, you raise your head up from your desk, and smooth your hair using your hands. the sight of spencer dragging himself towards your desk using his chair as a vehicle and his cane as an oar as if he were rowing greets you. it’s silly, and you think the thought shows on your face because he smiles at you again.

after he decides he is close enough to you (a respectable arms length away) he sets his cane on his lap and wiggles a bit to make himself cozy. “hey, y/n.”

“hey, reid,” your voice cracks a bit. clearing your throat, you try again. “hello, reid.”

he looks at you expectantly, but you honestly don’t know what he’s expecting. was he wanting to know why he caught you staring? that’s so forward.

“so,” he leads. 

you raise a brow. “so…?” you think maybe if you play it off, he’ll let it go.

the feigned confusion doesn’t trick him, so he gets to the point. “were you uh, were you staring at me? you know, our brains are kinda wired to inform us when it feels like we’re being watched and it definitely felt like i was being watched a minute ago.”

“oh, uhm,” you feel your face heat up only slightly, “no?”

he gives you a small laugh. “no?” he repeats back to you.

you’re hoping that your nerves aren’t showing, but it’s hard when a profiler confronts you. damn them and their profession.

“i mean… yes?” you tap your fingers on your desk to let out jitters so that you don't bounce your leg. 

“was there something on my face? did i do something? were you-“

“nothing on your face,” you interrupt. it was your hair you want to say to be truthful. “i just- your book.” you settle on. you look over at his unoccupied desk and nod your head in the direction for extra effect. “what were you reading?”

something akin to relief washes over him. did he really think he had something on his face besides the hair he’s tucked behind his ear? 

“it’s margaret atwood. cat’s eye,” he explains, letting the word eye fall from his voice gradually. “it’s about a woman who’s reflecting on her youth and her childhood.”

you don’t have the guts to tell him that you weren’t actually focusing on the book. you also don’t have the heart to tell him you don’t read much. but hearing him talk about it makes you ask, “can i borrow the book when you’re done?”

he looks between you and the book way over on his desk, his hair making its way from behind his ear back to the side of his face. it looks so much softer up close.

your fingers that were previously tapping your desk twitch, like they want to reach out and twirl the escaped piece of hair and wrap it around your index finger.

“of course!” he says, excitement coating his words. you’ve heard from his team that he loves sharing things with others who want to know more. “remind me to give it to you before the day ends. i’m almost done with it!”

another lock of hair falls slightly out of place, this lock on the other side. it frames his features almost like a picture. he doesn’t fix it, just lets it stay there partially covering the outer corner of his eye. and you can’t help what you ask next.

“spencer?”

“hm?”

“may i touch your hair?”

[seoll3miwrites]

Doing Time | Masterlist

Hana Fedorov is the BAU’s newest agent, she’s sarcastic, intelligent and slightly crazy. She also happens to be the adoptive daughter and protégée of one of the FBI’s most wanted hitmen. After the FBI become aware of a online network of hitmen they hire Hana to help in the investigation. What no one on the team expected was the unlikely relationship formed between Hana and their resident genius. Spencer Reid has a type and it’s women who could kill you. Starts In Season 11. Playlist | Concept Board

Chapter 1. Looking at me

Chapter 2. Night Crawling

Chapter 3. Zitti E Buoni

Chapter 4. Oh My God

Chapter 5. Drunk-Dazed

Chapter 6. Vegas

Chapter 7. Gossip

Chapter 8. Breakfast (WIP)

Can also read on: AO3 and Wattpad

[byersbootyshorts]

Revenge is Sweet - Chapter Four

Spencer worries that a member of the team may be onto them as he and Harley target a high profile agent.

Word Count: 1,665

Warnings for this chapter: murder, drugs, torture, language

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“JJ’s onto us,” Spencer whispered to Harley as they drove home from work. “Well, she’s onto me at least.”

“How do you know?” Harley asked, not removing her eyes from the road.

“I just know,” Spencer said. He threw his head back and exhaled sharply. “The way she looked at me. Trust me, she knows.”

Harley thought for moment. She wasn’t afraid that JJ was going to expose them. They had a plan for when someone figured out that all the crimes reflected Spencer’s trauma. Deny, deny, deny. They were FBI agents. People tried to frame FBI agents all the time. They’d simply say someone was setting them up and the team were bound to believe them. They were Spencer and Harley. The cute little married couple of the BAU who wouldn’t hurt a fly if they could help it.

“It’s going to be ok, Spence,” Harley reassured him, moving her hand from the gearshift to his thigh. “Remember what we planned. Even if they make the connections, they’ll never believe that we could be capable of this.”

Spencer nodded, trying to convince himself that everything would be ok. Besides, JJ hadn’t said anything to him. After the briefing she’d gone to do more research on the victims. If she really thought he was behind everything, surely she would’ve confronted him.

Two days later, Spencer and Harley were standing over the unconscious body of their next victim. They were thrilled when they discovered that the Chief of Staff of the FBI lived alone. He was a surprisingly easy target considering his high rank. The plan was simple: kidnap him, bring him to the same shipping container that had been the sight of their first torture, and kill him. This time the method of killing was reminiscent of Spencer’s close call with Anthrax.

“But how are we going to maintain our MO?” Harley had asked when they were planning. “If we give him Anthrax how is he going to die from Dilaudid?”

“Anthrax is slow acting,” Spencer explained, picking up the bag of white powder. “We can expose him to this and still give him Dilaudid after. Since Dilaudid a fast acting drug, he’ll die from it before he dies from the Anthrax.”

“You’re a genius,” Harley smiled, kissing Spencer’s cheek.

A lot of preparation had gone into this kill. They were administering the Anthrax in powder form and therefore needed protective clothing, respirators and goggles so they didn’t contaminate themselves.

They stared down at the Chief of Staff. His name was Dwight Cohen. His hefty figure lay limp on the cold metal floor and he showed no signs of coming to. The gash on his head where Spencer had hit him in order to kidnap him was still oozing blood.

“Is he ever going to wake up?” Harley asked impatiently.

“You know we could just infect him now,” Spencer suggested. “He doesn’t have to be conscious.”

“Yeah, but don’t you want to see the look on his face when he realises he’s going to die? Don’t you want to see his eyes fill with dread when he dies for his ignorance?” Harley said a little manically.

Spencer couldn’t argue with that logic. He shrugged his shoulders and slumped against the wall. They waited a further few minutes before Harley ran out of patience.

“Wake up, you piece of shit!” Harley screamed, kicking the man in the ribs. He was bolted awake from the pain and doubled over to grab his stomach. His eyes flickered open and he sat up. He touched his forehead and saw the blood that was trickling out of the wound.

“W-what do you want?” he asked, his voice shaking with fear.

Spencer was about to recite the speech he’d been planning about how the FBI didn’t care about him, but Harley grabbed his arm to stop him walking over to Cohen, and instead, she sauntered over to him.

“You’re fucking petrified, aren’t you?” she said with a demeaning attitude. The way his body trembled the closer she got to him gave her an answer. “You’re the Chief of Staff of the fucking FBI and you’re practically pissing yourself with fear right now.”

When Harley walked closer to Cohen his eyes filled with realisation. Spencer and Harley hadn’t bothered to put on their respirators yet so their faces were on show. It didn’t matter if Cohen saw them. He’d be dead soon anyway.

“Agent Kruger?” he said in disbelief. He squinted his eyes to focus on Spencer who was still standing at the back of the room. “Agent Reid? What the hell is going on here?”

“What’s going on here, Chief Cohen, is you’re about to die,” Harley smirked.

Cohen stuttered incoherently. He was thrown off by the familiar faces that stood before him.

“B-but, this is, it’s outrageous,” he stammered, his fake authoritative tone not masking the hint of trepidation in his voice. “I’ve done nothing wrong. You’re FBI agents, for God’s sake. Why are you doing this?”

Spencer walked towards the man on the floor when he heard his question.

“The fact that you even have to ask that question is exactly why we’re doing this,” he said, his voice so quiet is was almost a whisper. “You have no idea what shit we go through for your benefit, do you?”

“I know you went to prison,” Cohen said desperately. “And on behalf of the FBI I apologise for that.”

“Oh wow, you remember something that happened to him a mere few months ago,” Harley said, clapping her hands sarcastically. “What about things that happened to him ten years ago. Things that, to this day, he still gets nightmares about.”

“A lot of things happen to a lot of agents. I can’t possibly remember everything,” he shouted, waving his arms in anguish.

“Maybe this will jog your memory,” Harley said, reaching into a black duffel bag and pulling out a bag of white powder. She handed Spencer his respirator and pulled on her own.

When they were both safe from the deadly powder Harley opened the bag and threw it in the Chief’s face. He coughed and spluttered, having already inhaled the virus before he even knew what happened.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, trying to convince himself that it wasn’t some lethal poison.

“That was Anthrax, sir,” Harley revealed her voice muffled by the respirator. “But I’m sure you still don’t remember the time Spencer almost died from exposure to this stuff, huh?”

Cohen shook his head frantically. Of course he didn’t remember. The man sat in his office all day counting the number of unsubs that were caught. He wasn’t counting the number of agents that suffered in order to catch said unsubs.

“Look, I’m sorry, ok,” he choked on the powder he was inhaling. “Maybe I can change. This Anthrax isn’t going to kill me right away. Get me to a hospital and I’ll make sure I know everything that happens to my agents from now on. I won’t tell anyone about this. Please, I’m sorry.”

Spencer shook his head. He reached for the oh so familiar bottle of Dilaudid that was sitting on the table. He’d had enough of Cohen’s rambling. Even moments before death he was seeking a way out. Pleading for an escape. Spencer didn’t get that option. So neither would Cohen.

“Apologies aren’t going to cut it, sir,” Spencer’s voice murmured through the respirator. His gloved hands fumbled with the needle, the thick protective material making it hard to manoeuver the miniscule instrument. Eventually, he managed to fill the needle with the deadly drug. “Anthrax isn’t fast acting, but this stuff is.”

Cohen back away into the corner of the room.  “No, get away from me,” he whimpered. “Agent, I order you to stop.”

“You don’t get to order him around anymore,” Harley said, stepping out from behind Spencer. “Only I get to do that.” She smirked, although no one could see through the large mask covering her face.

The Chief kept backing up until he hit the rusty metal of the storage container wall. He gulped nervously as Spencer and Harley continued to advance towards him. He was cornered. He considered running past them but he was still blind with pain from his head wound and he could feel the Anthrax starting to take effect. Add that to the industrial padlock he saw on the door, and he knew he had no chance.

“Are you really just accepting your fate?” Harley asked, her tone condescending. “You’re not even going to fight back? You’re pathetic.”

Cohen sank to the floor, his loss of hope leaving him weak and helpless. Spencer grabbed his arm and he lazily attempted to pull it away. He relented when Harley slapped him hard across the face. Spencer dosed Cohen with the drug and, for the fourth time, he and Harley watched as the body succumbed to the toxin.

When they were sure the Chief of Staff had breathed his last breath they gathered their stuff and moved the body.

“Let’s get out of here,” Harley said, unlocking the padlock. “I know we have these ugly suits on but I don’t want to be in here with this Anthrax any longer than we need to be.

They hauled the body into the trunk of their unregistered car and drove it to a park, just a mile from FBI headquarters. Sweating from exhaustion, they pulled the heavy figure into the middle of the grassy plain. Once the sun came up it wouldn’t be long until he was found.

They dumped the car in an alley on the way home. “It’s probably riddled with Anthrax now too,” Spencer explained.

Finally, after a long night, they arrived home. They showered down their protective gear and dumped it in the bath, too tired to dispose of it right away.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow’s briefing,” Harley smiled as she climbed into bed beside her husband. “They’re going to be so confused.”

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

contains: oral, handjob, sex…

Part Twenty- Five

Fuck it if she’s off limits.

I get in my car and drive, only one thing on my mind. Her. I just want to be with her. Around her. I don’t care what we do.

I knock on her apartment door lightly, knowing Jack would be asleep and praying she wouldn’t be. To my delight, Jade opens the door wearing nothing but pjs and a smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar with the team?” She asks, her head tilting to the side as her grin grows.

“I’d rather be here,” I tell her honestly.

Jade pulls me into her apartment before shutting the door. She looks me up and down, not even bothering to conceal her gaze.

“Are you checking me out?” I ask with a chuckle.

Jade bites her lip and nods. “This is a good look for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she says slowly. “White button ups, so hot.”

I look down to my shirt, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows due to the humidity outside.

“What are you plotting, Spencer?”

“Nothing,” I tell her. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“You’re a beautiful sweet talker,” she smiles, pulling me into her before I can take a step forward.

Her lips press to mine gently, and I return the favor happily, a smile on my lips. My hands hold the sides of her face.

Jade’s the one who takes the kiss a step further, deepening the movements and causing our lips to burn with desire.

I’m not sure which one of us takes the initiative to move to the couch, but it happens in a brief motion. I sit down on the couch and she sits on my lap. The action is mostly innocent, well, as innocent as straddling someone’s lap can be. We’re not in a rush.

My hands find a resting spot on her hips, hers on my shoulders, as we kiss. Our lips suck against each other’s, tongues gliding and intertwining.

“Yeah, definitely would rather be here than at the bar,” I say with a chuckle, rubbing my thumbs against the skin revealed from her top riding up.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jade grins, her face already flushed from the kissing.

After a few more slow, passionate kisses, her lips begin trailing down to my neck. Her fingers undo the top button of my shirt to give herself more skin to cover with her lips. She attaches them to my neck, sucking gently while her fingertip trails from my shoulder down to my stomach. I can feel my skin prickle with chill bumps of pleasure.

Jade sucks on the base of my throat, her tongue making contact with my skin.

“Hmm, Jade,” I noise. “Do you know what you’re doing right now?”

She pulls away with a slightly shy smile. “Making you horny?”

“Yes very much so.”

“Sorry,” she chuckles softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“It’s okay, baby,” I assure her.

I lean up into her, pressing my lips to hers again. She rolls her hips against mine, brushing her core to the bulge in my pants.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” I ask her, our lips close.

I see her eyes light up with curiosity and anticipation. “Yes.”

Once the door is closed, our lips are all over each other’s again, hands roaming. Jade sits on her bed, looking up at me with a smile.

“Do you want me to…” my words fall off until I gain the confidence. “I want to taste you. If that’s okay.”

Jade bites her bottom lip gently then nods.

“Words.”

“Yes,” she says then adds a sweet “please.”

“Whatever you want, princess,” I smile.

I lean over her, and she lays down against the mattress. I take her lips into mine, slipping my tongue into her mouth slowly.

“Sit up,” I request. When she follows my directions, I slip her shirt off her body after receiving a nod of permission.

She’s not wearing a bra. I can tell my eyes widen. “God.”

“What?” Jade chuckles.

“You know what,” I say, kissing her briefly before feeling her chest. I take one of her tits in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple before sucking on it.

The little noise of delight she releases makes me feel good. I love hearing how good I can make her feel.

My lips trail down to the waistband of her pj bottoms, leaving a path of kisses on her skin. I look down at her shorts, then up to her eyes.

“Just take them off already,” she says with a slight laugh.

“Yes ma’am,” I remark just before looping my fingers under the band and removing her bottoms.

She’s left completely revealed now, and I can feel my bulge growing at the sight. I dip my head down, spreading her legs with my hands. My tongue licks up her pussy, giving myself just a taste. Eventually, I can’t even tease her any longer because of how desperately I need this.

I dip my tongue inside of her, as deep as it can reach. She’s wet and only getting wetter by the second. It doesn’t take long for me to be absolutely devouring her, taking every drip of her I can get into my mouth.

The moans and whines she makes are like music to my ears. I know she’s trying to be quiet, and it’s absolutely adorable hearing her fail at silencing her noises.

She slaps her hand over her mouth as she finishes, her moans muffled but still pleasing my ears.

Holy fuck. The way Spencer looks up at me from between my legs, my juices dripping from his chin. It’s so fucking hot.

I lean down, holding his face in my hands. “You’re so beautiful.”

He smiles, moving his head to kiss my hand. “Thank you.”

He crawls back up to hover above me. I pull his head down to kiss me, tasting myself on his tongue.

As we kiss, I reach my hand down to grab the tent in his pants. “Can I?”

Usually, this is the part where he stops what we’re doing, but instead he nods. “Yes.”

I’m not entirely sure what to do, but it can’t be that hard. Well, ironically, he’s incredibly hard. I slip my hand into his boxers, grabbing ahold of his erection.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Jade…”

I pull it out of his pants, stroking it gently. My hands are shaking a bit, but I don’t stop. I want to please him. Once I’m a bit more comfortable with jerking him off, I reverse our positions, having him sit down on the bed. He leans against the headboard as I sit on his lap. His pants are now off.

I speed up my motions, my hand pumping him at a pace that draws out more moans from him.

“You’re doing so good,” he practically whimpers out, his breathing heavy.

Oh I like that sound. A lot.

I look down at him with a smug grin. But his hand wrapping around my throat and pulling me toward him wipes the expression away. The butterflies in my stomach flap their wings hard.

“Unfortunately, I’m going to need you to stop before I cum on your hand,” Spencer says, slightly embarrassed.

“Noted,” I chuckle softly, removing my hand from his dick.

“I want you. So fucking bad,” Spencer says in a sort of growl that I’ve never heard from him, or anyone, before.

I lick my lips, staring down at him with need. “I’m all yours.”

Spencer lifts me off of him and lays me down on the bed. He hovers above me again, his hand to the side of me holding up his weight. He dips down, kissing me again, biting my bottom lip.

After a moment, he pulls away. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, his soft brown gaze still filled with a hint of concern.

I pull him down by the collar of his white button up so that our lips are just barely brushing against each other’s. “Please fuck me.”

My words ignite something in him and his lips attack my neck with sloppy kisses, leaving his mark down to my chest. My hands undo the buttons of his shirt, and I slip it off of him and toss it on the ground.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom,” he says, a disappointed written look all over his face.

“Uh. It’s okay,” I say. “I’m on the pill. Cramps and stuff.”

“You’re sure it’s okay?”

I nod. “Mhm. I want to feel you.”

“You do not have to tell me twice,” Spencer smiles, kissing my lips again.

He guides me through the process, telling me he’ll go slow. It hurts at first, like he warned me. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure.

As he pushes himself in and out of me, our moans fill the room. I wrap my legs around his torso.

“Harder. Please.”

He obeys my request, thrusting into me deeply and roughly. I kiss him to quiet myself down, moaning into his mouth. And as I finish, I bite his shoulder.

When Spencer’s done, he goes to my bathroom to get a rag to clean his cum off my stomach and wipe down my core.

He sits down beside me, smiling down at me. “I- uh. Wow.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle, moving my hair out of my face. “Wow.”

“How do I keep missing my change to ask you? Can I be your boyfriend?”

I sit up, my smile growing wider. “Yes. I would love that.”

Spencer leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips then to my forehead. “As much as I hate to leave after this, your dad is about to be home.”

“I know, don’t worry about it,” I tell him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

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[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 2

In which Y/N still thinks her dad doesn’t know about her and Spencer’s relationship. Rossi sets his daughter up on a date at his book signing party….

Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, cursing, you’ll probably get second hand embarrassment, Fluff, cute/horny/loveydovey!Spencer, JEALOUS!SPENCER

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Do you think we have too much sex?”

This question caught Spencer off guard seeing as they were literally in the middle of having sex. He paused his movements and looked at her. “Uhhhh no?” He shook his head. “Do you?”

Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “No. But I’m just trying to figure out the societally acceptable amount of sex to be having.”

With this Spencer busted out laughing. “Do you think we have over the societally acceptable amount?”

She shrugged, smiling up at him. “I mean we have sex a lot but I don’t think too much.”

Spencer chuckled. “Where did this come from?”

Y/N wiggled her hips as Spencer continued his movements, pushing into her over and over again. “Oh fu— it’s just my next door neighbor has like a lot of sex— all the time and it’s loud.” She nodded, moaning in between her words. “Like I was up until four am one night because she was moaning like a fuckin’ diseased cat.”

“How come I’ve never heard her?” He asked, groaning loudly.

Y/N titled head. “Oh so you want to hear her moan?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“What— no!” Spencer exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes laughing. “Kidding!” She hit his shoulder.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The next day, Y/N was at her dad’s house baking a bunch of desserts for his book signing party the next day.

“Dad, how many mini strawberry shortcakes did you need?” She asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Um… 10, i think.” He nodded. “Y/N/N, sweetheart can I ask you a question?” He asked.

She cleared her throat. “Sure.” She smiled, wiping the flower off of her forehead.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She froze for a millisecond.

She remembered the text Spencer had sent her two weeks before at the dinner party her father held.

How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you

She licked her lips and glanced at him before busying her hands with mixing the cake batter together. “No, why?” She asked, her voice calm.

He shrugged and leaned on the kitchen island. She didn’t turn back to look at him. “Oh, good.” He smiled. “I have this friend and he has a son. I wanted you guys to meet.”

Y/N swallowed hard and let out a quiet scoff. “Really?” She shook her head, turning around and smiling. “You’re trying to set me up now?”

Rossi shrugged. “I just noticed that you haven’t been in a relationship in a while and I think you would love Benjamin Fitz.”

“Your friends with Eric Fitz and his son?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Eric Fitz was a very… controversial news paper company man. Her shoulders tensed.

“Yes. He always made me look good in the paper.” Rossi joked, strolling over to his daughters side. “So, what do you say? Will you meet Benny?”

If I say no, he’ll definitely catch on.

Y/N smiled tightly and inhaled through her nose. “I-of course! It’s not like I’m seeing anyone so, it should be fun!” She said, internally scolding herself for speaking so fast.

Rossi nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll let Eric know.”

Spencer is gonna fuckin’ kill me

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N shivered as Spencer’s finger tips lightly glided across her back. They were laying in bed just soaking up each other’s company. She had been holding back the fact that she was set up on a date by her father since she saw him.

She could tell Spencer was about to fall asleep because his fingers started to move slower and slowly. “Hey, Spence?” She spoke quietly.

He inhaled deeply, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Yeah, baby?”

“Uh…” She bit her lip. “So… I um… my dad— he set me up on a date tomorrow night at his book signing party.”

Spencer’s eyes got wide. “What!?”

The woman sighed and sat up, straddling his thighs. “I— my dad asked me if I was seeing anyone and I told him no because then he would find out about us and then he asked me if he could set me up with his friend’s son and I said yes because I thought it would seem like I was seeing someone even though I just told him that I wasn’t.” She spoke very quickly and Spencer found it hard to keep with her words but he got the gist.

“So you’re going on a date with someone else?” He asked, his eyes dropped down.

Y/N tilted her head and she bit her lip. “Aw Spence, no— well yes but no.” She shook her head. “It might be a date for him but it won’t be a date for me. It’s gonna be torture.” She placed her hands on his cheeks. “I’m gonna hate every second of it because I won’t be with you, okay?”

Spencer nodded. “W-well… what are you gonna wear?” He asked, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “I will literally show up in sweatpants if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

He pouted a little bit. “You look really sexy in sweatpants.” Y/N giggled quietly.

“I’ll wear a trash bag— a potato sack! Anything you want me to wear, I’ll wear it.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled, his pouty lips fading away. “I want you to wear…” He thought for a minute. “That pretty white dress that I like on you.”

She quirked a brow. “But you said I look sexy in that one.” She traced circles on his chest.

Spencer leaned forward and kissed her. “I want him to see how sexy you look and I want him to know that he can’t have you.” He whispered. A breath left her lips and she smiled.

She was about to lean in and kiss him again but the ‘diseased cat’ who she shared a wall wit started making noises.

Y/N gasped and slapped Spencer’s chest. “Oh my god! Do you hear!?”

Spencer stopped and listened for a moment before laughing. “Holy shit, why does she sound like that?” He asked through his laughter.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re never gonna be able to sleep now!” She shouted, doubting that cat lady could hear it over her dramatic moans.

Spencer pulled her closer with a smirk. “We’ll just have to show her what pretty noises sound like.”

“Oh my god, please make me scream.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N nervously looked around as she clutched her bag in her hands. She stood by her dad’s signing table. He wasn’t there, he was making rounds but she stood there in her tight white dress, waiting for him to show up with her ‘date’. She rolled her eyes even thinking about it.

Soon, her father and a tall blonde man emerged from the crowd of people and headed towards the table.

The first think she noticed about Benjamin Fitz was that he looked her up and down unashamed.

She gave a fake smile to her father and a head nod to Benjamin. “Bella, you look lovely.” Rossi smiled, hugging his daughter and kissing her on both cheeks.

“This is an amazing turn out, daddy.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. They stood in the rental area of a very fancy wine and dine restaurant. She looked at the blonde man next to her father. “You must be Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled, holding out her hand.

“Please, call me Ben.” He winked and instead of shaking her hand, he pulled her in for a hug. His hands landed on her waist and her eyes widened, pulling away quickly as she laughed it off. “And your Y/N?”

She nodded, glancing at her father who had squinted eyes, observing the two. “Y-yes. It’s nice to meet you.” She said again, looking back at him. She had to admit, he wasn’t ugly.

“You as well, sweetheart.”

Y/N blew air past her lips and she looked around. Rossi cleared his throat. “Oh, I see one of my friends.” He smiled, glancing between his daughter and Ben. “I’ve got to make rounds. Have fun you two.”

“Thanks, dad.” She gritted her teeth as he walked away.

Ben looked at her. “Where do they keep the booze?”

Be fucking for real.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N had been leaning against the wall listening to Ben talk about being a Lacrosse star in high school and college. She nodded along but she wasn’t really listening.

Suddenly, she saw a very familiar face over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she almost choked on the champagne she was chugging.

“Uh, sorry to stop you there Ben but uh… could you give me a minute?” She asked. She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she pushed off of the wall and walked around him.

Her boyfriend stood in the middle of the room with a book in his hand and a very sexy suit. He looked at her and smiled. “Spencer, what the hell are you doing here?” She asked, looking around to make sure that her father wasn’t there and watching them.

He smiled. “I just so happen to have a book that Rossi hasn’t signed.” He shrugged.

“Oh, really?” She asked, a smile forming on her lips. “That’s the only reason you’re here?”

“Mhm.”

She squinted her eyes. “Not because you want to spy on Ben and I?”

Spencer blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes. “Please. Me? Spying? Nooooo.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Well, I gotta get back to my date so… I’ll see you later.” She winked.

She walked back over to Ben, swaying her hips for Spencer to look at. “Who was that?” The blonde asked.

Y/N sighed. “Oh, just one of my dad’s coworkers.” She shrugged.

Ben scoffed. “That twig is an FBI agent? He’s too tiny.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

That twig’s dick Is most definitely not tiny.

She let out a fake giggle and waved his joke off. “More champagne?” She asked, nodding her head towards the catering woman who walked around with a tray.

“More? Really?” Ben asked. “You must be trying to get me drunk so you can take me home.” He laughed.

Y/N’s tongue slid across her teeth. “Yeah, most definitely not.” She shook her head. The woman walked by her and she snatched a glass off of the tray.

Spencer clenched his jaw as he watched Ben stare at his girlfriend like some porn actress.

I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill hi—

“Reid! You made it!”

He snapped out of his jealous daze and looked down at Rossi. “Yes, I did.” He nodded.

Rossi held up his pen and his free hand. Spencer opened the book to the front page and held it up for him. He sighed the book quickly.

Spencer sighed before speaking. “If you knew Y/N and I are together then why did you set her up with him?” He asked, heavily annoyed.

He hummed. “I wanted to see how much she cared.”

Spencer squinted her eyes. “What do you mean?”

The man smiled. “I wanted to see if she cared enough about you and your relationship by going out with possibly the biggest pig in the city to to make sure that I didn’t find out about it. I wanted to see if she cared enough to keep you safe.”

Spencer let the corners of his mouth turn up. “Rossi, I love your daughter.” He spoke.

“And she loves you, kid. I Can tell.”

He sighed. “Thank you for not telling her. I don’t want her to be upset or nervous.”

Rossi nodded. “Anything to make my girl happy.” He sighed, watching her roll her eyes as she drank more champagne. “I’ve got more signings to do. See ya, kid.”

He nodded as he walked away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he saw Ben reach to push her hair behind her ear. She moved away smoothly, playing it off like she had to cough. She kept trying to glance at Spencer without actually turning around.

To: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Meet me in the bathroom in five?

She looked around and saw him before looking back at Ben when she felt her phone buzz. “Sorry, about this.” She shook her head as she dug through her bag for her phone.

From: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Of fucking course

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Their lips were heavy on each other’s. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while she was sitting on the counter.

She moaned so quietly as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her. Her hands grabbed at whatever they could. Her eyes never left his though. That was the one thing he wanted.

“Fuck, Spence—“ Her eyes watered at the immense amount of pleasure she was experiencing.

“This is mine— no one else’s.” He grunted. Y/N nodded and bit her lip. “Are you close baby?”

“So fucking close.” She nodded. “You’re- fuck— the only one that gets me there.” She added because 1, it was true and 2, she knew he was feeling a little insecure because of Ben.

Soon, she came on his fingers and shut her eyes, panting. She didn’t have to worry about getting her dress wet because Spencer had pulled it up as soon as they got in there.

Knock knock knock

“Hey is someone in there.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she and Spencer recognized the voice. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Uh— it’s just me, dad.” She said, sliding off of the counter making sure that he heels hit the ground silently.

“What are you doing in the men’s restroom and why is the door locked? There’s like forty stall in there.”’

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whispered. “Uh, I had a woman emergency and someone was in the other restroom.” She nodded her head at Spencer towards the door at the other end of the room. She had no idea what it led to but oh what the hell, right?

Spencer started walking silently towards it as she pulled her dress back down to where it was supposed to be.

She watched him walk through the door and disappear and sighed. She unlocked the bathroom door and smiled at her dad. “Hi, daddy. Sorry.” She mumbled, walking past him.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Now, Spencer and Y/N laid together in his bed. They were just in each other’s company. Again, his fingers were drawing random patterns on her back as she dozed off.

“Hey, Y/N? Before you go to sleep…” He spoke quietly not to startle her. She hummed and nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Thank you for caring.”

She smiled and squeezed him. “I love you. I will always care.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Holaaaaaaaa

I love this. Thanks to everyone who loved the first one so much!!!!!

You guys are amazing and I wanna kiss all of you.

Also ask me questions in my ask box!! I would love to answer them :))))

Anywaysssssssssss love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

[incognit0slut]

Right Kind of Wrong (2)

She never thought she’d be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Spencer’s late-night endeavor is teased as a new case arises. wc: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ content, graphic detail of murder

A/n: thank you for all the love it’s very much appreciated! also i want to remind you that this will be a long series, but if you like a murder mystery with a hint of humor and smut, then by all means please continue :3

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

BEING CALLED IN AT NIGHT WAS SOMETHING SPENCER WAS USED TO. It was part of his job. The moment he accepted to be part of the Behavior Analysis Unit at Quantico, he knew the downside of it all. The long hours and pressure to perform the job while working with some of the most dangerous and violent individuals could potentially affect him physically and mentally.

But above all that, he always looked at the bigger picture. His job was to bring justice by catching all the perpetrators of each crime he was assigned with. It was a very dangerous job yet he couldn't imagine his life without lending in his time and intelligence to catch the 'bad guys on the loose'—as Garcia would often put it. So having his dearest friend call him at two o'clock in the morning was something that occasionally occurred. He really didn't mind it.

Until tonight.

For the first time in his eleven years working as an FBI agent, Spencer wished the bad news could wait at least in the morning. By then he would have more time to spend his night with the most irresistible woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He shook his head. Guilt was a complex, powerful emotion and it was what he was feeling right now. A dead body was found and all he could think about was the beautiful stranger who was now more than an enigma than she ever was. Even when he had seen her in her barest form, tucked underneath his warm body. Even when his hands had roamed around every corner of her luscious curves, her desperate moan sounded like the most beautiful melody to his ears.

God, he needed a drink. No, not alcohol, he wasn't one to drink liquor anyway. Well, excluding a few hours ago when sitting all alone waiting for his friends without holding any type of alcoholic drink seemed rather uncommon. He was already feeling out of place the moment he entered the dimly lit bar, his eyes scanning for any familiar faces but being greeted by none.

So ordering a bottle of cold beer seemed ideal as he sat by the bar on his own. He didn't even drink the whole liquid, merely gulping a sip or two before it became a mere prop for blending in with the crowd.

If it wasn’t for Garcia coaxing him into joining her and the girls for a night out in the city, Spencer would still be at the office, his nose buried in the paperwork he needed to finish. But Penelope Garcia was a force not to be underrated. She had a way with words and persuasion, thus Spencer found himself agreeing to spend the night with his peers.

Besides, he enjoyed being around them. He considered the people he worked with as more than mere colleagues. He had spent so much time with them that the bond developed was incredibly special and strong. He considered them as a sort of dysfunctional family in some ways, but it was a family nonetheless. It was a very unique relationship and a special one that he took pride in working with and he was very grateful to be a part of it.

But it didn't stop him from being mad at the fact they had bailed on him at the very last minute.

Fine—a little bit mad. They all seemed to have good excuses for their sudden absence. JJ had to drive back home for her sick son, Prentiss was called back into the office by their unit chief Hotch, and Garcia... well, her answer was pretty vague. All she had said over her frantic call was, "I'm so sorry, boy genius, I need to take a rain check tonight. I'll call you later!"

Then Spencer found himself in a situation he would never imagine being, sitting by himself at the most sociable place he could ever think of.

He needed to leave. The music bouncing over the stereo suddenly sounded too loud, and even though there weren't too many people inside the place, it was still enough to make his demeanor shut down from the several conversations floating in the air.

And don't get him started on the number of pathogens clinging to every nook and corner of this place. He shuddered at that thought as he once again wiped down the bar surface with another pile of napkins he requested from the bartender, who by the looks of it, was starting to eye him with annoyance.

A man suddenly pushed him from behind and went on his way without apologizing. Spencer made a mental note to never agree to another social request without a companion at his arrival. He was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

His fingers hastily tightened around the strap of his bag, ready to flee the scene when a sudden faint scent of chocolate fluttered through his nose.

Delicious, mouth-watering chocolate.

Spencer had always been conscious of his surroundings. The nerves in his brain would work their way into absorbing all kinds of entities that triggered his senses, and chocolate was a scent he could easily make out.

Chocolate smelled like... well, heaven. It had a sweet, decadent scent that was just divine, triggering all sorts of happy, positive emotions and reactions. He could point out a lot of facts about why roasted cocoa could trigger serotonin throughout one's body, but his brain was too busy trying to pinpoint the source of its scent.

Then he felt movement to his right and the scent lingered around the air like a delicious blanket coating his senses. And there she was—looking divinely gorgeous like heaven on a pair of legs.

Spencer knew there was no singular answer to describe one's beauty, as beauty was subjective and could be defined differently by each person. He also considered himself being very old-school as he perceived beauty through kindness and intelligence. Yet he was still a hot-blooded man and he wasn't going to lie; the woman sitting in front of him was physically attractive and pleasing to the eye.

The way her eyes lit up as they settled on him tightened the knot in his stomach. He might not have much experience with the opposite sex, but he knew when one was interested in his presence, and with that thought in mind he felt rather pleased and flattered.

His eyes roamed around her features; her glazed eyes, her high cheekbones, the delicate shape of her nose, and her plump lips that seemed to look so soft. It wasn't until later in the night he came to the conclusion that they were much softer than they looked. Because tasting her mouth was completely different than simply staring at it.

Spencer didn't know how touch-starved he was until he pressed his lips onto hers, lips that were incredibly soft yet turned every inch of his body very hard. He felt immensely dizzy with need as he nipped her bottom lip, feeling intoxicated each time she squirmed in his arms, her soft body pressing against him, making it more and more difficult to clear his mind with her hands between his legs—

"Late night?"

Spencer looked up. He could feel the blush creeping along his cheeks as if being caught having these inappropriate thoughts. Derek Morgan stood by his side, eying the amount of sugar stashed into the cup of coffee in his hand. To be fair, he really did need something that could wake him up and break him from going down memory lane again.

"Very," he murmured. He proceeded by mixing his caffeine with a spoon, unaware of how Morgan was watching him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"My man," Morgan teased. Spencer sensed the taunting edge in his voice and turned around.

On a normal occasion, he would deny the suggestive tone Morgan would often taunt. His friend had a way of teasing him in what seemed to be simply goodhearted banter. But Spencer wasn't exactly a good liar. He was already quite flustered by the topic of conversation and the moment he opened his mouth, he knew he would only make things worse.

So instead he kept his silence and sipped on his drink, ignoring the grin plastered on Morgan's face as if an epiphany had aroused him in his wake.

"My man," Morgan repeated, wrapping a playful arm around his shoulders. "What has kept the young Dr. Reid awake on this lovely night?"

He shoved his arm away. "I wouldn't consider myself youthful anymore."

Morgan snickered. "You're the baby of the team." Then to annoy him even further, he added, “Kid.”

"I'm thirty-six." Spencer frowned as they climbed their way toward the conference room. "You know, men in their mid-thirties have prefrontal cortexes that are fully developed and they have a lot more experience throughout their lives. Their body is also fully functional so they—I am most definitely a mature, fully grown adult."

"Do you know what else they say about men being in their thirties?" Morgan threw him another one of his grins. "A very high sex drive."

"Actually, studies show that 30% of healthy people aged between 65-74 still enjoy sexual intercourse weekly."

Morgan groaned. "Don't give me that mental image."

"Reid!"

The two men turned to see Garcia scurrying towards them. How she still conjured so much energy at this time of hour would always be a mystery to him. The determined look on her face reminded him of their last conversation on the phone and Spencer quickly turned away, walking into the empty conference room before sitting himself by the round table.

Noticing the weird interaction between his two friends, Morgan threw Garcia a questioning look. "What's going on?"

"Oh, I'll tell you what's going on." She hurriedly entered the room and grabbed the remote control sitting in the middle of the table. She poked Spencer with the device. "This boy right here decided he's too cool to hang out with us."

"Garcia, you're the one who bailed on me."

"So not the point," she deadpanned. "My question is, when are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend? I didn't even know you were dating."

Morgan's brows shot up as he took a seat beside him. "Girlfriend?"

Spencer looked down as she went on, "Imagine my surprise when he answered my call and there was a woman's voice in the background. At this hour."

Morgan laughed at her emphasis on the time because it was common knowledge only certain things happen this late. Especially with an alleged female company. "Really?"

Disliking the way he was thrown into the spotlight, Spencer leaned in his chair and crossed his arms defensively. "She's not my girlfriend."

That statement only raised their interest even further.

"Oh?" That was Morgan.

"You naughty minx." That was Garcia. "Since when have you been seeing her?"

Spencer had two options. He could ignore their curiosity and remain silent, or he could flat-out give them a lie. He looked between the interest on their face and decided he couldn't escape their probing curiosity, so he answered in a very low voice, "Tonight."

"Tonight?" Garcia asked in disbelief. "Wait—didn't you go to the bar earlier?"

"Yes, before everyone ditched me."

"Oh my god," Garcia squealed in surprise. "Dr. Reid, did you spend the night with a stranger?"

There was a long pause as the grip around his mug tightened. Morgan let out a choked laugh. "My man."

"Stop saying that," Spencer muttered, his lips inches away from his steaming cup.

"I can't believe this," Garcia gasped between her giggles, clearly fascinated by this new information. "Our resident boy genius is actually a Casanova in disguise."

"Who's a Casanova?"

The three of them turned to see Emily Prentiss walking into the room followed by a very curious David Rossi. His other colleagues clearly didn't hear the beginning half of their conversation and Spencer wanted to make sure it remained that way.

He casually took a sip of his drink and replied, "Giacomo Casanova. A famous Italian adventurer and author in the 18th century. He became famous for his often complicated and elaborate affairs with women."

Prentiss scoffed as she and Rossi sat down by the table. "I know who Casanova is, I'm asking who is a Casanova."

An awkward silence settled in the room. Spencer shifted in his seat. He really, really didn't want to deal with this. Spending a very intimate night with a stranger wasn't something he would like to discuss in front of his peers. Ever.

He could feel the heavy weight of everyone's eyes and the blush slowly creeping along his cheeks when Derek stepped in, giving the room one of his charming smiles. "We were talking about me."

"You?" Prentiss quirked one of her eyebrows in mocked surprise. "I don't think your girlfriend would be happy with that."

Morgan easily laughed. "We were discussing my old Casanova days."

"Yeah," Garcia interjected. "We were talking about how bad his choices of female friends were."

"Hey!"

"Until now." She gave him a toothy grin. "We love Savannah."

Morgan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He caught Spencer staring at him with a grateful smile and returned the gesture with an understanding nod. Spencer relaxed as the conversation rolled by and the topic of his secret escapade was long forgotten.

For now.

JJ, another member of the team, entered the room a few minutes later with a huge smile. Then the moment their unit chief, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, followed behind, everyone knew it was back to business.

Spencer placed his mug down on the table and focused his attention on the case at hand.

"Alright, so." Garcia pointed the remote towards the black screen and a moment later, gruesome pictures of a murder scene were presented in different angles. The picture of the male body covered in blood greeted them before a passport shot of a middle-aged man smiling happily at the camera was shown. "Fifty-six-year-old Kevin Marshall, a corporate lawyer, was found dead at his home by his secretary."

"At home?" Derek wondered. "Were there no security?"

"There was a sudden blackout going on in the neighborhood for about seven minutes. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at that time of hour. His wife and kids were visiting her parents and Mr. Marshall was at home finishing some work. It wasn't later on when he didn't answer his calls that his secretary found him lying in his office with several stab wounds."

"Time of death?" JJ questioned.

"A quarter past midnight." Garcia clicked on her device before another detailed picture of the scene was zoomed in on the screen. "And this was found—no, carved on his back."

The picture had a clear shot of the wound on the victim's back, a sloppy carved-out handwriting slashed across his skin. Spencer narrowed his eyes. "Exodus 20:13," he read, his brain already discerning the meaning of the words. "Thou shalt not kill."

"Quite ironic, don't you think? Given the way the Unsub just brutally acted out his assault," Prentiss wondered out loud.

"The verse might actually tie with the murder into this god-given right for someone to bear arms. The Unsub probably feels justified in murdering the victim because he feels that this man is a sinner, thus he must kill him in the name of the Almighty."

"So, what? Are we looking for a religious vigilante?"

"That's what we're trying to find out." Hotch looked over his team and assigned everyone their work. "Since the crime scene is a mere hour away, Morgan can investigate the crime scene with JJ. Reid, go with Rossi to check the autopsy report. Prentiss and I will be here for his family as they're flying straight from Michigan."

"What can I do to help, sir?"

Hotch gave Garcia a pointed look. "Find everything you can on Kevin Marshall. Bank accounts, purchase records, extended family, and also the people he worked with. Report to me when you find something suspicious. Anything."

"Right." She nodded. "Anything."

"And find any possible matches from old cases that have anything to do with carving on body parts. Solved or unsolved."

"Carving on body parts. Got it."

Everyone started scattering around the room, ready to start the investigation. And although his mind somehow drifted back to soft lips and the scent of sweet chocolate, Spencer pushed them away, gulping the last drip of the sweetest coffee he had ever made as if he was draining down all these inappropriate images running through his mind.

It was not the time.

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