#spencer/rr

[redactedwriting]

wait. girlspence tits. shes not a huge fan of having them she normally lives in sports bras but ryan convinces her to get something cute before some formal event or party or smth. not because its like anyones gonna see it but like.........you never know right??????? ryan also argues that sexy bras can be a confidence booster and it'd be nice to at least try it out once right? spencer rolls her eyes over it but lets ryan drag her out shopping. then they go home and she hides out in the bathroom to try it on and. Yeah okay its pretty hot. her boobs look good. okay fine ryan was right. and maybe thats a gateway to her occasionally having the confidence to wear more low-cut tops and dresses that show off her cleavage more. not alllll the time but it also becomes more common than when she was an awkward self conscious teenager yknow. shes jealous of how ryans confident/comfortable enough to go braless soo often but unless shes chillin at home? no way. not for spencer.

anyway the first time they hook up and ryan undoes her bra with practiced ease spencer thinks shes gonna pass out from how how that is. ryans aware of the fact shes still not a huge fan of her tits getting a lot of attention but she doesnt mind a bit of a grab here and there

waaa spencer boobs... i love u

she would be insecure in comparing herself to ryan's confidence! i think that she would def be more reserved and nervous around the idea of going braless or wearing a cutesy bra because of the whole Women In The Aughts bullshit, but ryan would def help her feel more and more comfy <3

the first time ryan undoes her bra so easily, spencers vision goes out for a second because she cant even take it off herself that easily, how is ryan doing this. is she a bra god. what is happening rn and why is spencer so turned on by it.

they wouldn't do a lot of boob stuff on spencer as the recipient but i think ryan loves her tits being played with, so spence is all over her chest and loving when ryan squeals little sounds. she also likes it when ryan cups her boobs when theyre making out, not squeezing or anything, just gently holding... ough hghhh girls

[schrijverr]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, as a fandom we don’t do enough with the fact that Hardison is canonically the forger and he made Old Nate. Like he is skilled. And I feel we can make cute OT3 fics with that.

Like Hardison needing to make a fake in a genre, not a specific painting and having Eliot and/or Parker pose for him.

Or make it sexy (semi-failed) where he’s like “pose naked for me” and his partners are like “sure weirdo (affectionate)” and he thinks it’s going to be sexy, but live nude drawing isn’t really sexy, but it can be very intimate, so it’s still nice and he gets emotional about how much they trust him and how they can be vulnerable with him.

Or Eliot has banned screens and Hardison is pouting about it, but then he finds a notepad, so he settles in on the couch and observes Eliot and Parker being domestic and starts sketching them. (Maybe Eliot later finds the drawing and gets emotional about it, because this is how Hardison sees him, not a murdering monster, but this soft, happy cook).

Or he makes a little drawing of Parker and gives it to her, because he’s sappy. And he doesn’t expect anything of it, because Parker is more of the money as a gift kind of person, but then they need emergency cash, so he goes into one of her safes and it’s in there on pillow in a nice frame surrounded by diamonds, because that little drawing he made her is as precious to her, like im crying that is so soft.

Anyways, Hardison is the forger! The possibilities are endless!!!

[radiant-reid]

I cannot wait for the wip you have about the cat situation but spencer I’d married!!!!!!

there's two !

1: Unnamed reader and spencer are married and she finds out she's pregnant just before he goes to prison. of course, she doesn't get the chance to tell him. and the first chance she does get to see him? well, she doesn't have time to tell him before cat is telling him she's pregnant... and he's strangling her

2: Same Mistakes spencer kissing lila while he has a girlfriend based on 1x18 (this section is going to be way shorter) spencer gets forced to go on a date with cat (based on 15x06) and during the kiss scene, his wife sees. why does he have to go on the date? well their kids have been kidnapped

here's a sneak peak because i can't help myself

She looks unbothered. "Your heart's just going to get broken again." They both don't understand her, and she sighs, irritated by the confused looks on their faces. "Little Daisy- is she you're favorite?"

Spencer shakes his head. He understands psychopaths get bored, but does she need to jump topics so quickly? "I don't have favorites." He states emotionlessly.

"You're not hers," Cat tells him, pressing buttons purposefully. "All she did was cry out for mommy."

Y/n winces internally, but they can probably sense it. She's struggling to bottle it up. Her littlest babies are out there all alone, with some psychopath connected to another psychopath who hates her husband, and she's at the first apartment they shared, playing mind games.

"Beckett, I'm not sure." She continues, determined to hurt them both. "But he's not important."

Spencer bites his tongue to avoid showing or telling her that he disagrees with her comment on every level possible.

[comiiical]

@ragtagrunaways sent ❣ for Toby.

Sexual Sunday Meme - NSFW Send in ❣ for my character suddenly being joined in the bathe by yours

it was incredibly easy for him, after all that time, to feel Spencer's steps through the bathroom. even with eyes closed, body underlaying in water, and the calming peace of the underworld's whispering hitting his ear. he could still feel him. so when the naked figure was shadowing over him, Toby's lips pursed into a whispering praise helping him settle against him, and once done so, brushing through arms till he could feel the finger covered by that metal ring to lace them all and brush their vowed together. "hottest ever." he added in a giggle as he pecked his cheek.

[the-guilty-writer]

The Agent Rossi-Reid Anthology Masterlist

It's no secret that the BAU team is like a family, but for some agents that's more literal than others.

A collection of works about SSA (Y/N) Rossi-Reid because when you work with your husband and your father, there's bound to be some stories to tell.

Read the anthology insipiration here.

Anthology co-creator: @doctorsteeb

Join the tag list

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Extras:

Guide to Italian

Chronological Written List

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Introduction Works (Complete):

SSA Rossi-Reid: David Rossi raised, Gideon mentored you, Spencer fell in love with you. What could go wrong?

What Goes Up...: Some cases hit harder than others. This one hit hard enough that your mentor reached his breaking point.

...Must Come Down: Spencer comes back from Gideon’s cabin with three things- a badge, a gun, and a letter you hoped you’d never have to read.

It's Proposals, Dads, and Halloween, Rossi-Reid! (S3E6): When your dad comes out of retirement after a decade, you hope it's just a Halloween prank. Spoiler alert: it's not.

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The Rossi-Reid:

All works are set post-S3E6

Original Works:

Figuring Out The Family Buisness: With Rossi on the team the dynamics and typical pairings are bound to change. The story of the first time Rossi was paired with Reid, Rossi was paired with Rossi-Reid, and the first time Rossi watched his daughter and his son-in-law get paired in the field.

Not Just a Rossi: When Spencer notices RR struggling with her father's return to work, he can't help but intervene... with help of course.

Episode Rewrites:

Damaged (S3E14): After twenty years, Rossi-Reid learns why her father stopped putting up the Christmas Tree.

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Becoming Rossi-Reid (Prequel Works):

All works are set pre-S3E6

Original Works Pre Show (for the most part):

The First Week: There are lots of old friends and new feelings during (Y/N) Rossi's first week at the BAU.

Never Grow Up: The role Gideon played as Rossi-Reid grew up.

Where Did The Time Go?: Rossi (eventually -Reid) goes on her first case with the team.

How Do You Seal A Deal?: Spencer and RR go on their first date.

Episode Rewrites (S1E1-S3E5):

The Big Game and Revelations (S2E14-15): A fun night out with the team turns into a case, which turns into a disaster, which turns into Rossi-Reid’s own personal Hell.

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More Extras:

gill and doctorsteeb talk rossi reid

random rossi reid thoughts

incorrect rossi reid quotes

Blurbs:

Someday

Headcanons-ish:

Rossi-Reid Gets Hurt S1

Being Jack's Madrina (godmother)

Spencer and Rossi-Reid on Valentine's Day

Rossi-Reid Birthday Headcanons

Answered Asks:

Who is Rossi-Reid's Mother?

Rossi-Reid and Stephen Gideon

How long did Spencer and RR know one another before getting married?

Will there ever be little Rossi-Reids?

Hotch and RR Sibling Content:

Gill's Favorite Sibling Moments Between Hotch and RR (Part 1), (Part 2)

Spencer asking Hotch for advice with RR

[royaltyspeaking]

Charles should be ashamed of himself. I love that Diana's siblings showed up just to furthermore show just how pathetic Charles is.

It's been fun watching the RRs try changing the narrative of Charles snubbing his son to one of him just being too busy all because the Spencer's showed up. They couldn't wait to publish hundreds of articles talking about how lonely Harry was booed at St Paul's. Instead he was greeted by cheering crowds with his mother's family by his side. Love to see it.

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

What if the goal is to be stripped of SusSEX to manifest the PRINCE & PRINCESS title(s)?

Why not use Mountbatten-Windsor? Perhaps because TW cannot be the Princess of SusSEX or Princess Mountbatten -Windsor whereas her nemesis: Catherine IS THE Princess of Wales👑

The constitutionally irrelevant Archie & little Betty are appropriately markled with "Sus" & "SEX"

They promised to allow their constitutionally irrelevant (American) kids to choose (titles) for themselves, but still modeled them after the York brand.

Around 2019, MEgain was vocal on twatter about:

establishment of a separate court: "Sussex Royal 2020"

establishment of an American court

disassociation from the name "Markle"

disdain for "Sus SEX"

Parliament has a duty to REMOVE Harry the traitor from the line of succession

Harry's lifelong dream was to live as a celebrity prince of America. Being a coward, unwilling to set out on his own, he bought himself a tramp as his excuse to "flee the palace."

Harry made it abundantly clear, he is not willing to serve as a Prince of England, and made himself an ENEMY of England & an ENEMY of his grandmother's (now father's) government.

During Sparry's worldwide privacy tour, he told the world that he will never again be a working royal.

Sparry stated that America is his home, and in previous interviews he admitted that he doesn't even like England or the English.

The plot to re-brand aa Spencer by Tom Bower

"Harry's Invictus Games" as described by a RR

While parents grift in Canada, Archie & Little Betty spotted at Soho House

(borrowedfrom @trexalicious)

[sassyfrassboss]

I seem to remember the way Harry worded it in Spare was that Diana's sisters offered the Spencer tiara to Meghan. Well the problem with that is that it isn't theirs to offer. I don't think Harry mentioned his Uncle Charles at all, and Charles is the one who would make such decisions. As the other anon pointed out since the daughter of Diana's sister Sarah wore the Spencer tiara just a few weeks after H&M's wedding I seriously doubt that either of his aunts were looking to lend it to Meghan. Clearly the tiara was a sore issue with H&M because Harry was out there losing his temper all over the place with with Angela Kelly and the late Queen had to put Harry in his place making it clear Meghan would get the tiara the Queen offered her and nothing else.

Again, this is proof Harry only hears what he wants to hear and nothing else.

I can see his aunts saying something along the lines of "did you ask Charles for the tiara? He might lend it to you." Then Harry runs with it as the tiara is his to use.

I remember at the time of the wedding there was speculation that Charles Spencer might not be invited due to family drama. I know that people think because he tweeted in defense of Harry recently that means Charles and Harry are bff's but there are 99 thousand other reasons why he tweeted.

There were too many stories coming out about the drama with the tiaras for it be be this simple...that Charles offered and for some reason or another Meghan declined. It was made clear by more than one RR that Meghan was demanding a certain tiara in the collection which doesn't contain the Spencer Tiara.

[jovenshires]

i unironically think about that one spencer quote from rrs thats like "she serves he busses" all the time bc i have Brain Rot but if you had to sort your fav smosh ships who serves and who busses? interpret that however youd like dfkfkflfldkg

first of all i Totally understand the spencer brain rot i live it everyday bestie <3 you are not alone ! second... HMMMMM okay... had to go back to the og context and there really was not any. so here are my thoughts based purely off vibes xxx

spommy: tommy serves, spencer busses

shaymien: damien serves, shayne busses

amangela: angela serves, amanda busses

courtivia: olivia serves, courtney busses

koah: keith serves, noah busses

shackie: shayne serves, jackie busses

kimney: kimmy serves, courtney busses

jamien: damien serves, jackie busses

choah: chanse serves, noah busses

arangela: angela serves, arasha busses

ianthony: anthony serves, ian busses

take this as you will!

[redactedwriting]

btw not that it matters but its important to me that u know in my mind girlryan has ryans 2005 black fuckass bob and/or the high school/2006 emo fringe pixie and spencer also has a fuckass bob thats maybe dyed dark blonde. or like. she has chunky highlights

oh my god they’re my girlfriends. do they call each other on their flip phones and slam them shut for dramatic effect

[schrijverr]

I love Eliot’s hair so much, because it’s so unpractical for his line of work. A buzz cut would be so much better, no hair in your face, nothing for an opponent to grab onto. I strongly believe that Moreau had rules around hair, much like the military and that it was one of the first choices Eliot made after breaking free. That it means a lot to him. Like the first time his hair has grown too long after he leaves, he goes to cut it again and he’s standing in front of the mirror and he suddenly realizes he doesn’t want to, then that he doesn’t have to. Maybe standing in front of that mirror happens earlier and makes him realize he doesn’t want to do any of this anymore.

[radiant-reid]

Sad but I think if Spencer was married to a "hot wife" no one would take her seriously just because of her looks and it tends to make her job harder than it already is

the BAU definitely would, mostly because they're all good people but also because they're all hot. outside of them, i guess maybe she wouldn't be taken seriously by some gross old guys with traditional values and there would probably be some unwanted flirting but it's better to have people underestimate you and prove them wrong

you're giving me an identity crisis with this because i would say my life has been made easier by my looks, do hot people have it harder ?

[panicredacted]

INTRODUCTION.

this is a remake of the old patdnsfwconfessions blog. i am NOT the original admin.

this blog is 18+. sfw asks are allowed, but i anticipate them to mostly be nsfw.

asks will be tagged with the same system as most other redacted blogs, with the initials of each person (ie: ryan ross as #rr) with the exception of spencer smith, who will be tagged as #sjs. named anons are accepted.

if i don't want to post an ask, i won't. i will not block any anons. if you send an off-anon ask, i will copy the text and post it anonymously.

any edits will be in reblogs. thank you.

[soencersocks]

intro to this blog + about me

My name is Gooey/Spencer. I am a minor and I am neurodivergent.

I like posting my ace attorney memes/art and reblogging things I like either here or on my alt @gumiworth

My main interest is ace attorney(though im currently fixated on aa4/5) but I also like total drama (all gens+rr), disventure camp, metroid, death note, a hefty amount of adult swim shows, and the walking dead.

I am not very active on here.

DNI proship/lolisho/anti-anti/unironic fujoshis(and the yuri equivalent to it)/racist/zionist/. those people suck/I do not like them.

[ipl24]

#David Miller Injury Update: GT Batter To Play Against RR? Here's What We Know | Cricket News #TATAIPL #IPL24

#IPL24 # Gujarat Titans’ (GT) designated finisher, David Miller, has been absent from their last two games, which resulted in defeats. The team’s left-arm Australian pacer, Spencer Johnson, revealed that Miller is likely to miss their upcoming match against Rajasthan Royals. In their recent matches, Gujarat Titans faced defeats against Punjab Kings and Lucknow Super Giants. Miller’s absence was…

[the-guilty-writer]

Not Just A Rossi

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader,  Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: When Spencer notices RR struggling with her father's return to work, he can't help but intervene... with help of course.

A/N: It's been a while! This isn't exactly the way I want it, but right now I'm just happy to be able to write a little bit again.

CW: RR forgets to eat, is sleep deprived, eating food, details of a case

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You were doing that thing again - that thing you did whenever you felt threatened or questioned. It was a defense mechanism that Spencer had identified within the first week that you began working at the BAU.

Desperate to prove your worth, you filled out double (sometimes triple) the amount of files you needed to. On cases, you didn’t eat or sleep until they were solved. You worked harder than any agent on the team, Hotch included, in an effort to prove that you belonged there- that you were worthy of your place on the team.

Those first four months had nearly brought you to your knees. Nobody had seen that you were drowning in self-doubt, being hit over and over again, wave after wave of looking for reassurance that you could never get. Nobody noticed.

Except for Spencer.

He was the one who looked at you one day and told you that you were more than just your name - that your brilliance and boldness made you more than worthy of being an agent at the BAU. He’d thrown you the life vest you were so desperately in need of. He’d also convinced you to grab on.

It had taken time for you to find your own identity within the team; for you to recognize that you were so much more than your father’s daughter, and that was why Gideon had hired you in the first place. There was always an underlying insecurity, but for the most part it had gone away. In the moments that the monster rose to the surface and you didn’t notice, your husband did. Spencer would find a quiet moment in the chaos, brushing his hand across yours to catch your attention before leaning in to whisper “Lo credo in te, mio amata.” in your ear- I believe in you, my beloved.

You hadn’t needed reassurance in a long time, but with your dad’s return to the BAU, you were falling into your old patterns and habits. The doubts and fears were seeping through the box that you carefully contained them in, leaking toxins into your mind.

You didn’t even realize it was happening at first - subconsciously wearing your more professional attire and packing your lunch instead of going out with the girls on days where work was a little slower. You ignored the more passive questions about your family-work situation instead of coming back with a snarky remark like everyone expected.

Spencer was the only one who noticed. Your shoulders were more tense than normal when he hugged you, kisses weren’t quite as long, and the underlying anxiety caused you to be a bit more tired than normal, which he had to admit put a damper on your most private relationship activities. All your husband could do was check in with you at work more often, but he didn’t want to say anything about it until it actually became an issue. For all he knew, it was a phase that would pass after a few months.

It didn’t.

Hotch was the second person to suspect anything was wrong. When a local PD questioned the team, you were normally bold in the face of their accusations, but for the past couple cases, you’d been avoidant of the comments - keeping more quiet than normal. It was during a flight home after a case that confirmed his suspicions to be true. Normally you would have been next to Spencer, both of you asleep with your shoulders brushing and pinky fingers overlapping - trying to stay as professional as possible, but unable to deny that you needed to be touching. But despite the grueling 72 hours the team endured, you and Hotch sat at the table awake, getting through paperwork.

“I can do those, you know,” Hotch said quietly.

You shook your head. “For me it’s just another hour of paperwork. For you it’s another hour you can spend with Jack.”

Since Haley had left, you’d been trying your best to help him. Previously, it was with situations outside of work- mitigating the couple’s conversations, or you and Spencer taking Jack for a few hours so the boy didn’t have to listen to his parents arguing - but now you were taking on his consults when you could, writing up parts of reports for him, going over interviews… anything you could. It was as if you were trying to subtly drown yourself in pen and printer ink.

Hotch didn’t respond to your comment. He just kept writing, knowing he’d have to find some time to talk to Reid about it.

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“Are you and (Y/N) okay at home?” Hotch asked softly. Spencer had come into his office to drop off his finished files. The doctor was entirely unprepared to be ambushed by such a question.

Spencer’s chest felt tight as he looked at you sitting at your desk in the bullpen, and then at the open office door. “We’re fine,” he said, giving himself time to think about what to say next. “Still making sense of Gideon leaving.” It was the truth, just not the whole truth.

Hotch looked down. “She has nothing to prove,” he said. “None of us do.”

Spencer nodded in understanding and left the office. He almost went straight to you to pose an intervention, before realizing that was an intervention too big for himself to handle. Instead, he checked to see that you were still invested in your work before quietly walking to your dad’s office.

“Hi, Agent Rossi,” Spencer said as he entered. “Can- uh- can we talk?”

Your dad made a face that Spencer couldn’t quite read - maybe it was because his father-in-law scared him just a bit, or maybe because David Rossi had a truly strange range of expressions. Still, he was relieved when your dad said “Sure,” and gestured for Spencer to take a seat across from him.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Rossi asked.

Spencer glanced nervously in your direction. He’d gotten better at hiding his tells over the years, but there was no point in hiding them right now. “(Y/N)’s been struggling with you returning to work,” he said.

Rossi raised an eyebrow at him. “Go on.”

“When Gideon hired her she kind of went through an identity crisis about who she is outside of… well, you.” Rarely did Spencer have a hard time finding words, but he did right then. “It took time for her to feel like she deserved to be on the team because she’s good at her job, and not because she’s your daughter.”

“She never told me that.”

Spencer wasn’t sure if the twinge in your dad’s voice was concern for you, or doubts in him. “I don’t think she ever wanted you to know,” your husband got quiet.

It suddenly felt as though he was spilling a secret he shouldn’t even have access to. You’d never said that you didn’t want your dad to know how hard it had been coming into the most elite unit of the FBI and constantly questioning how and why you were there; always wondering if someone had pulled strings they weren’t supposed to. Yet, it seemed like Rossi had a right to know there was a monster lurking within his relationship with his daughter.

Rossi sighed. “She didn’t even tell me that Gideon hired her until her first day here.”

“You didn’t tell her you were coming back to work until you arrived at the office,” Spencer said, immediately regretting his decision when he heard how accusatory the sentence was. With his foot in his mouth, Spencer found himself scrambling to find words. “I mean- I know it was with good intentions but- not, not but-”

“Spencer.” He turned to see you in the doorway of your father’s office. You looked immediately from your husband to your father. “Papa.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Cosa diamine stai facendo?”

Rossi rolled his eyes. “Can’t Reid and I just talk? Da uomo a uomo?”

Spencer knew enough Italian to know the words the two of you were saying, but he quickly realized that he did not speak enough father-daughter to understand the conversation.

You sighed, annoyed, and ignored Rossi, turning to your husband instead. “I’m going to work late again tonight. I’m helping counter terrorism get through some extra cases and it’s taking longer than expected.”

Spencer stood up from the chair. “I can help you. We’ll get through them faster tog-”

You shook your head to cut him off. “We’ve already worked late every day this week and there’s leftover eggplant parmesan at home that isn’t going to eat itself.”

All Spencer could do was put an awkward grin on his face. He almost leaned in for a kiss before realizing that the two of you were still in the presence of your dad. Instead, he gave you a gentle kiss on your temple. “Come home tonight, please?”

It hadn’t happened before - you staying the night at the office and Spencer waking up to an empty bed - but he was worried it might. The bags under your eyes and hollow look to your face spoke of desperate need for sleep.

“I will,” you whispered to him. 

He left your dad’s office and made his way down to the bullpen. Your desk was stacked with extra files, loose papers with hastily scribbled notes were all over, and your lunchbox sat untouched. Spencer sighed and threw his satchel over his shoulder. Before he left for the night, he put a note on your chair, where you were sure to notice it:

Your lunch isn’t going to eat itself - S.R.

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You weren’t sure what time it was, just that the bullpen was empty, the janitor had left hours ago, even Hotch’s office was dark, and your lunchbox was still untouched. The stack on your desk had gotten significantly smaller, but at the rate you were going, you hoped you could keep your promise to Spencer that you’d make it home tonight. Your stomach growled as you eyed your lunchbox, but you had to weigh your options: get through another file and make it home, or eat.

You had to make it home tonight. You would never hear the end of it if you didn’t.

With a sigh, you reached to grab another file. this time it would be the last- 

“Mio passerotta.”

“Cazzo!” Your exhausted body was brought to alert by the voice of your dad coming from behind you. You sighed and regained your composure. “Papa, what are you doing here? It’s late.”

“I don’t remember raising my daughter to use words like that,” Rossi said as he walked towards you, ignoring your question.

You rolled your eyes. “Please, Papa. I don’t have time for this.”

“You know you’re lucky that you and Spencer both work for the BAU,” your father continued to go on, finally perching on the side of your desk, uninvited. “You’ve been working overtime. Last week you didn’t even make the poor guy a homemade meal-”

“Now that’s just sexist-”

“And you have to be back here in,” Rossi looked down at his watch, “five hours. You told him you would make it home tonight.”

“And I will,” you snapped. “After I finish this file.” You picked up your pen and opened the manila folder. You might have been able to concentrate on your work if your dad didn’t keep talking.

“After I finish this file…” he said with annoyingly negative nostalgia. “Do you know how many times I said that back when I was your age? It ended two of my marriages.”

“Why do you keep bringing up my husband and my marriage?” The exhaustion and the hunger made you far more irritated than normal.

“Because, mio passerotta, you have a good one. A great one. So great that your husband took it upon himself to tell me that you’ve been struggling with my return to work.”

You froze. The wall you had built up of overworking and papers and file folders and crime scene photos came tumbling down in an ocean around you. You were drowning, just like you had been years ago; and once again, Spencer had been the one to notice. But he sent your father to save you this time around.

Your dad grabbed your lunchbox from the desk with one hand and offered you the other. “Come on,” he said gently.

You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet, leading you towards the glass doors of the bullpen and towards the elevator. Suddenly, you felt like a little girl again; though you were older now, and much taller, your mind was ravished with memories of when you came to the BAU when you were little - your dad holding your lunchbox in one hand and gently gripping your small fist in the other.

The memories became even more vivid when you stepped off the elevator and onto the basement floor.

Your dad let go of your hand and walked to a small clearing in the space, which was now exclusively used for storage. Old desks stacked on top of one another, broken printers in the corner, and long folding tables pushed against the wall still gave it the overly-crowded feel of the old BAU headquarters.

“What are we doing here?” you sighed, following him.

Rossi sat down and opened up your lunchbox, beginning to pick through what was essentially granola bars, bags of chips, and sleeves of crackers. You barely had time to go grocery shopping recently, much less cook for yourself. Your dad pulled out a bag of Spicy Italian flavored snack mix - the same snack mix he used to get you as an after school snack - and opened it before taking a bite. He finished munching the handful of mix in his mouth and held the bag out to you. “Trying to remember who I was.”

You sighed, took a handful from the bag, and sat down across from him.

“You were, what, twelve years old when they finally moved us to this office?” Rossi reminisced.

“Thirteen,” you corrected. “And I’d hardly call this an office.”

“It was better than the glorified storage closet we were in before.”

“This is a glorified storage closet now.” But when you looked around you could still picture the space in its hay-day; where the white boards hung on the walls, the circles of desks, the floor to ceiling shelves that held boxes and boxes of files, even the place that had been blocked off to act as a small conference room. You could have mapped it out better than your childhood bedroom.

“True,” Rossi started. “But I’d like to think some rather important things happened here.”

“Your retirement party happened here,” you pointed out.

“It did.” Finished with the snack mix, your dad got to his feet. You followed his lead as he moseyed around a bit. “But right there,” he gestured to a space on the back wall where a board once hung. “That’s where we hung your high school graduation sign.”

“Yeah…”

“And over there.” He nodded towards the middle of the room where a circle of desks used to be. “That’s where you met Aaron for the first time.”

“What does-”

Your dad brushed right past you and stood in a space that you couldn’t remember if it had any meaning to it at all. “And this is where you helped on your first ever profile, at the age of thirteen years old.”

You paused and stared at him for a minute. Sure, you’d stolen files from old cases without permission, but you couldn’t ever remember putting a profile together. There were a few times you used solved cases as parts of school projects, or sorted through old file boxes for community service hours. You had thought any thievery of paperwork was done well for you being a teenager surrounded by profilers.

“I wasn’t allowed to help with profiles,” you stated blankly. “And I never sto- borrowed files from unsolved cases. Just the solved ones so I could learn. If you spend enough time around here you get curious about what everyone is talking about.”

“You may have not been allowed to help with profiles,” Rossi said. “But you had no problem pointing out when a young trainee was wrong.”

You couldn’t argue with that. As a teenager, you’d gotten a kick out of questioning the younger agents' skills; it was amusing to watch their faces falter into frowns over profiles they had been so proud of just moments before you tipped over their house of cards.

“I was standing over there,” Rossi pointed to a corner, “with Jason, while Agent Chambers presented his preliminary profile on two bodies found in Seattle. Both young women were stabbed in the lower abdomen. The trail went cold quickly.”

“I remember now,” you said. “That case showed up again years later, and then went cold again. It’s still unsolved.”

“That’s the one. Chambers said that because the two victims were young, and their reproductive organs were targeted, the unsub must have been older - in his mid thirties at least. More likely in his forties or fifties.”

You smirked just a bit. “I said there was no way the unsub could be older. There was overkill on the first victim and the second was more controlled. It shows evolving, which pointed to the unsub being younger: twenty five to thirty five.”

“And you were right,” Rossi said, walking towards you. “It opened up the entire profile, so when two more bodies showed up years later, we didn’t ignore it. At thirteen years old you understood more about profiling than an agent with proper training.”

You shrugged. “Because you’re my dad.”

He shook his head. “Mio passerotta, the reason you’re good at your job has very little to do with me. Being a Rossi might have helped you get a jump-start in your profiling education, but it didn’t make you a profiler. It didn’t earn you your academy scores, or get you placed with the BAU. You did that, all on your own."

A rather sheepish grin crossed your face and your eyes began to water. Sure, your dad had told you he was proud of you countless times - so had Gideon - but it was rare that he told you that you were good. The weight lifted off your shoulders; the bouldering burden of your name dissolved into thin air. A tear of relief rolled down your cheek as you stood up just a bit taller than you had in months as that little bit of confidence, the little bit of fire you had lost, began to shine through once again.

Rossi wrapped you in a hug, holding you close like he always did, and you hugged him back. “Grazie, Papa,” you whispered.

Rossi smiled. “Always, mio passerotta.” He gently let you go and planted a kiss on your forehead. “But I think you have someone else you need to thank.”

You smiled and nodded before rushing towards the elevator to get on your way home.

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It was nearly 4 AM when you walked into your and Spencer’s apartment. You had expected Spencer might wait for you for a few hours before going to bed, but it was clear to you, seeing him asleep on the couch with a book open on his chest, that he had waited as long as he could. You put down your bag and slipped your shoes off before padding over to the couch.

Gently, you took the book off Spencer’s chest and placed it on the coffee table before laying beside him on the couch and replacing the weight of the novel with the presence of your hand. Without opening his eyes, Spencer adjusted so you could snuggle in.

“You’re home,” he said groggily, still half asleep.

“I’m home,” you replied.

You could have contributed how fast you fell drowsy with how long you had been awake, the lack of nutrition in your system, or emotional exhaustion, but it was more than that. It was the warmth of Spencer’s embrace, the gentle feeling of his breath on your skin, the steady beating of his heart under your hand, and the comfort of being with someone who knew you better than yourself.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, but Spencer had already fallen asleep.

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