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The Event of the Season- Part 1

A/N: Tumblr dot com does not like my gifs, but I will continue to make them so suck on that Tumblr dot com. Anyways, you know the drill, feel free to let me know if you hate this or love this. Enjoy! Happy New Years Eve! MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: You overestimated your alcohol tolerance and accidentally confessed to Spencer Reid that you uh... love him. Oops.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Genre: ????

Warnings: Foul Language, Mentions of alcohol, Mentions of Rossi, The L word, Anxiety, Lack of Editing, I am sorry if this is bad? I usually don't write things with multiple parts.

Word Count: 1,115

You don’t own a dark brown leather couch… that’s why waking up on one was so weird. 

Everything is blurry, but even through the blur you can see it. Green walls. Warm lighting. Way too many bookshelves… it all was very much Spencer Reid. But that is impossible. Why would you be in Spencer Reid’s apartment? 

“Hey,” he speaks softly almost as if he is worried about scaring you. You jumping a little probably didn’t help. You look to the doorway he’s standing in. It’s the doorway to his bedroom. You glance behind him. You see his bedpost, his sheets have been slept in, you can see that. A sense of relief passes over you. 

“Uh hi… Spencer—”

“You got really drunk at Rossi’s,” he blurts out abruptly, “I rode with Emily to the party, we were some of the last attendees. Emily drove both of us to my apartment because I said I needed to take care of you… you were incredibly sick. I’m sorry, waking up like this must be very confusing.” 

Letting that sink in, you close your eyes trying to remember. You remember going to Rossi’s, you spent a lot of your night drinking with Garcia and gossiping, the two of you danced with one another, Morgan came up and Garcia left you to hang out with him for a bit, you started drinking again, and it all gets progressively fuzzier the further the night went along. 

“I am so sorry…” You feel the need to apologise. 

“It’s okay…do you uh-remember anything?” He asks, briefly glancing at the floor before his eyes land back where they were. Now that is curious…he wants to know what you remember, implying there is something you need to remember and it is possibly associated with him… hmm. That’s totally not suspicious. 

“I remember drinking with Garcia… talking with Garcia…dancing with Garcia… Morgan took her away… I started drinking again. That’s it.” 

“You don’t remember anything after that?” Spencer questions walking closer to your position on the couch. You look at him confused, scanning him for signs. You’re getting nothing from his features other than those damn puppy eyes with his eyebrows upturned. His tongue slides over his lip before he bites his lip softly, he’s thinking, debating with himself.

“What did I do, Spencer?” You feel the need to ask. We’re clearly having this conversation for a reason, if he’d just throw you a bone…

“You don’t remember it, I’m sorry for bringing it up,” Spencer turns to go into his bedroom. 

“Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute, Spencer?” You get up off the couch, worry laces its way into your facial expression. You feel a pit in your stomach forming. He pauses to look back at you. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologises. 

“Yes, Spencer, you are sorry, I get it. But please don’t leave me hanging like this. Tell me. I’m really sorry if I did something wrong, I really appreciate that you helped me—” your ramblings trail off. The cardigan he’s wearing looks familiar, the sleeves… you have a fuzzy memory of seeing the sleeves of Reid’s cardigan being rolled up his arms. He was helping you onto the couch. 

“No, Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong, but you did say some things…” he trails off and you instantly walk back to the couch, sitting back down. There’s is plenty that you could have said in your drunken stupor to Dr. Spencer Reid. Like how he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, or how his hands make you feel the need to hold your breath, or how you spent one time staring at his ass for 3 full minutes while Hotch was speaking to you and you still don’t know what that conversation was about to this day. However, you can think of a handful that would be causing this conversation and you didn’t want to have any of those conversations, especially not today… but you still had to know. 

“What did I say, Spencer? Please, be honest with me, I’m serious,” you pleaded to him, it was almost pathetic. The shakiness that was in your voice was thick. Spencer went over to the couch, sat next to you and put a comforting hand on your thigh, smoothing the hand back and forth on it before looking at you. 

“You… told me I was beautiful, you clinged to me whenever I would try to leave, you asked me to stay, and then you told me you loved me. Then, you proceeded to tell me not to tell Reid that you loved him because it would ruin your life,” Spencer looked straight at you, but the pit in your stomach turned into a raging fire of nerves. You close your eyes and you can see it. You can remember bits and pieces of it. 

“Ah, I see,” you nod and look at the coffee table in front of you. There’s a big pile of books on it, some of them are even in other languages.

“Y/N please say something.” 

“I don’t know what to say Spence,” You reply, about ready to sink into an endless abyss.

“I do have feelings for you Y/N, just so you know,” Spencer says, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world… 

“Why else would I hold your hair back while you’re puking in my apartment bathroom’s toilet, make you drink some water, and then tuck you in on my couch?”

“…I hate you,” you glare at him. 

“Actually if I recall correctly, you love me and—”

“Spencer Reid, you are treading on thin ice,” you utter in annoyance. 

“Aw, I’m sorry, what would make this up for you,” he is fighting off a smile as he asks the rhetorical question, before getting closer to you, his moving from your thigh, to your hair as he puts some of it behind your ear. You mess with his cardigan, acting like it’s messed up and you’re fixing it, gripping the side. 

“You can’t.”

“I think I can,” Spencer looks down at your hand “fixing his cardigan”, grabbing the wrist of the hand “fixing his cardigan” lightly, before meeting your eyes. He leans in and brushes his lips softly against yours. Chaste. You groan, wanting to continue, but realising you haven’t brushed your teeth, you’re still in last night’s clothes, you feel icky. You pull away. 

“I need to be less gross for the direction this is going,” you say, pouting. He is unmoving, face still merely an inch from yours. He sighs softly. 

“We can go to yours.” 

“WE??” you ask, eyes widening, looking at him like he has lost his mind. 

“Yes, we.”

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Fangs and Fairytales: Orphans Ch. 3

      "Silas, I'm in trouble." Masha leaned against the cool tinted glass of the truck window, phone to her opposite ear.  The last thing she wanted to do was drag her brother back into this.  They hadn't spoken in several years, not since the incident that had left him a widower and Masha with a karmic debt she was now fighting to repay. He had made it very clear he wanted nothing more to do with Davrosh, Masha or the Underground.  But it felt like fate that this had all happened here, the one place Silas was. At any rate, Masha had nowhere else to turn right now.  She could only hope that time had at least made his wounds less raw, even if they weren't entirely healed. “Please. I need your help.  Things went sideways...”

   “I'm not involved in the underground anymore Mash,” he interrupted. “You know that.  I can't help you.”

    Masha had expected the denial but pressed on anyway.  "Please.  Riva and Metz are dead.  Davrosh is badly injured, the rest of the cell is missing and all I've got is an unconscious hexe I can't talk to and Whispers's next shipment that I don't know how we ended up with. I don't know what's happening but I know he'll be after me soon. Please."

   There was a long pause.  “Just call whoever was supposed to intercept them originally then. I don't need this shit.  The locals here are...”

    "Dammit Silas, come on.  Don't you think I'd have done that if it were an option? We were supposed to be the intercept, but not for several days, and Davrosh was the only one with the information.  We were supposed to be meeting to formulate our plan when they were attacked. Do you think I want this? Do you think I'm running around out here looking for excuses to turn your life upside down again? Do you think I would call you if I had any other option at all?" Masha thumped her head against the window. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to dredge things up that were better left where they lay. "I wouldn't ask if I weren't desperate. Please.  It's Davrosh." There was no response.  "He needs you, Silas. This is family asking.  Not some random Underground operative.  If it weren't for him...."  she trailed off, knowing Silas didn't need reminding that Davrosh was the only reason he still woke each day.  She was ashamed for even bringing it up. She never liked guilt trips,  but she had to convince Silas to help them or she might as well just surrender to Whispers now.

   The silence on the line lasted far longer than Masha would have thought, definitely longer than she liked.  She was trying to think of another way to sway Silas from his apparently unmovable determination to stay out of the fray when his low voice on the other end responded.

   “2503 Gardner.  Pull around the back.  Bring your own blood.”

The line went dead. With a deep sigh, Masha took a moment to focus then pulled back out on the road, making a quick u-turn.  Time to clean up her mess.

   In the now quiet motel room, Jared and Shannon sat opposite each other on the cheap beds.  Shannon had explained the events after Jared's fall as best as he could but there was little to tell beyond that. Masha had taken any real explanations with her when she made her hasty exit. But Shannon had waited all night to hear his brother's voice again and he wanted to keep him talking, even if he couldn't give him the information he knew he must be craving. He decided to change the subject.  

   “Do you think they're still out there waiting for us to leave? Or did they realize we don't have whoever they were looking for and take off?”

   Jared shrugged.  “I don't think they're out there anymore.  I don't...” Jared searched for the proper word but fell short.  “I don't sense them out there anymore.  Or whatever.”  He stood up from the bed, stretching his arms.  His limbs felt strange now, strong and oddly fluid.   “With all that commotion I guess it's a good thing the rooms next to us are empty.”

   “How do you know that?” Shannon asked.

   Jared shrugged again.  He had always been the talker of the two of them but words suddenly seemed utterly inadequate.  How could he tell Shannon that the room still absolutely reeked of a smell that Jared was pretty sure was Shannon's fear?  Or that he knew there were exactly seven birds in the stand of trees by the parking lot, or that the guy in the room three doors down had some bad sleep apnea that he probably needed to see his doctor about very soon. There was so much information flooding him now.  He tried to untangle the pieces of it all.  He could tell that the comforters in here hadn't been washed since the last occupants had ordered a pepperoni and green pepper pizza, which they had apparently sat on the bed because the smell was very strong there.  He could hear Shannon's heart currently thumping along at 74 beats per minute, which was much slower than it had been just a few minutes ago. He also knew that Shannon hadn't had a drink since a little bourbon before the show last night but he could still smell it in his sweat.

    It went beyond all these sounds and smells though.  There was an awareness attached to it that was as fascinating as it was unsettling.  Some of it was as clear as if there were little notes attached to the objects he was examining, but most of it was fuzzier, little things that tickled at the edge of his awareness, things he couldn't quite articulate. There was one particular something tugging at him now.  He got up and went to the window again, just in time to see a dark blue SUV pull into the lot and park just outside their door.  As the willowy woman with white blonde hair stepped out of the driver's side Jared felt a rush of emotion course through him like a tide.  Without another thought, he opened the metal security door and waited.

   “Jay, what the hell are you doing now?” Shannon exclaimed, crossing the room in an instant, afraid of whatever Jared might be about to allow entry. He stopped short when he caught sight of Masha  “Thank God. I thought you said it was going to be days...”    

    "Things are... developing," Masha said darkly as she swept into the room. "Don't be happy I'm here ahead of schedule.  It's not good news."  She spotted the small room fridge and crossed to it, taking out the four remaining blood bags.   “I need you to get your things and get in the truck. Where is the bag for these?"  

   Shannon balked.  “What? No. I need some answers.  This is just way too much to keep swallowing blindly!”  He could see Masha's expression turning angry but he was too fed up to care. “Look, I'm grateful and all, but we're in the dark here and you've got us running like prison escapees.”

    "Fine! '" Masha shouted, the stress of having everything falling onto her shoulders taking its toll. "Pack. Don't pack.  Whatever. But I'm leaving in three minutes and I'm taking my new child here with me. If you want to stay with him you'll have your ass in that car." Masha gritted her teeth and started looking around for their bags.  When Shannon made no move to comply she tried leveling with him.  "Look, I've made a mess, okay? A really big one. I should have been meeting someone instead of playing rescuing angel with you two and now...” She trailed off, her stomach sick.  It was so much worse to admit it out loud. And she knew it was going to scare them and she didn't need them any more afraid than they already were.  “I was late and now people are dead and it's probably my own fucking fault. I don't want or need any of this shit either but here we are."  She found an overnight bag and shoved it into Shannon's arms.  "Two of my friends, two amazing guys that this world really fucking needed are gone, and the things that killed them are probably going to find you and your brother here eventually. I'm guessing sooner rather than later because you two are clueless and don't know how to hide yet. My friends were a lot stronger and tougher than you are, so how do you think you'll fare when these assholes come round for you?   So stop fighting me and get your shit before they show up at your door. Unless you want to end up dead too, and then all of this was for nothing.”

   “I think they were already here,” Jared said quietly.  

   “What?” Masha wheeled around in alarm.

   Shannon started shoving clothes back into the bag, not wanting to upset Masha any further.  He may have wanted answers but more importantly, he wanted to stay alive.  He figured the answers could wait.  “About thirty minutes ago,” he explained. “Someone tried to get into the room. Pounded and shouted and threatened, demanded we open the door for them but then they went away.”

    "Not human," Jared added solemnly.

   “Jesus Fuck!  And you're still not wanting to leave?” Masha grabbed Jared by the arm.  “Did I choose a pair of idiots to save?”

   Jared pulled back from her grip but didn't argue.  “We're coming.  Right Shannon?”

    Shannon didn't reply, just kept stuffing their belongings into bags.  Jared joined in and In a few minutes, all traces of their brief stay were gone and after a quick warning to Jared to cover up, Masha was hurrying them to the truck with the other fugitives.

   “Don't look in the back,” Masha told the brothers as she prompted them into the waiting vehicle. She pulled another duffel bag out of the passenger seat before putting Shannon there.  When she handed the bag back to him to hold, its coolness and weight told him it was probably more blood.  He wondered why they needed so much. She put Jared in the back with the girls, propping the unconscious hexe between them. Jared looked at the huddled girls with open curiosity, taking in their wild tangles of reddish brown hair and orange gold fox-like eyes.  He then turned his attention to the woman next to him, whose head kept falling onto his shoulder.    

   “Who are they?” he asked as he tried to steady the young hexe so her head wasn't flopping about.  He ended up leaving her reclining against him as he tucked her hair back from her face for reasons he couldn't articulate.

   “That's a more complicated answer than I have the time or patience for right now,” Masha answered sharply. “Just don't try to talk to the girls.  Trust me.  You don't want to hear what comes out of their mouths.” She put the SUV into gear and headed out of the lot.  “No more talking now.  I need to think.”

   “But I don't understand what's going on....”

   “No. More. Talking.” Masha enunciated.  Jared opened his mouth to argue but found himself unable to do anything other than comply. He looked at Shannon, slumped resignedly in the front seat and realized no one was getting any more answers right now.  Jared sighed, laid his head against the window and waited for the next stop on this wild ride.

   “So are you going to tell me what the hell is happening? Do I even want to know?”

   2503 Gardener had turned out to be an abandoned department store in the urban graveyard of the city's old downtown.  Silas had been waiting at the old loading bay doors and Masha had pulled the entire vehicle inside while he locked up behind her.  She unloaded the brothers first, putting Shannon in charge of the young sisters and handing the still unresponsive hexe to Jared to carry, then she had fetched the incapacitated Davrosh from under the tarp in the back seat.  She waited for Silas to direct them where to go but he just stood there beside the car, arms crossed and brow furrowed, waiting for explanations.

   “Whispers,” Masha said.  “I'm pretty sure Whispers is what is happening.  So as long as it is his people we have until sunset to figure out a plan and get out of your hair.”  She inclined her head towards Davrosh. “Is there somewhere I can put him down?”

   Silas began leading the group towards a small office just off the main area.  “Who are they?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of the group.

   “I don't know who the woman is, beyond the fact that she's a hexe that was helping to hide the girls,” Masha answered, attempting to avoid having to explain the brothers, at least for another few minutes. Silas gave Masha a dark look, aware of her deflection, but let it go for the moment.

The office was larger than Masha had expected.  There were various worn furnishings in addition to the expected desk and chair.  She instructed Jared to put down the hexe in a large upholstered chair and then laid Davrosh out on the sofa.  She opened the duffel and took out a bag of the blood she had brought and handed it to Jared. “Feed him,” she said, gesturing to Davrosh's prone form

   Masha then turned her attention to Silas, realizing that this was the first time she had seen him in over three years.  He looked exactly the same of course, a slightly built man with warm brown eyes he hid behind wire framed glasses he no longer needed, an affectation Masha had never understood.  He still wore his hair long in front, one side falling across his face as always and Masha had to resist the familiar urge to tuck it back behind his ear. He looked like someone's gentle-natured history professor, not at all like the man who had once torn apart a bunyip with his bare hands. God, she hated dragging him back into all this.  He deserved better.  “I fucked up.”

   “I gathered that much.” He gestured to the two brothers.  “What's with these two? The girls I understand but....”

   “I think we're the fuck up,” Shannon said.  

   “I went to a concert,” Masha said wryly.  “There was an accident. That one,” she motioned to Jared, “Fell from some scaffolding. He was injured and dying. The other one is his brother.” She paused, searching Silas's face for understanding    

   “Masha....” His voice was rife with both pity and condemnation.  She wasn't really sure what she had expected from him but the way he was looking at her now made her stomach roil with shame.

   “He was so heartbroken Silas,” she tried to explain.  “It was too much.  I couldn't stand by and watch it happen again.”

   “It's never going to change what you did Masha,” Silas replied evenly.  

   “I know that.” Masha snapped.  “Nothing is ever going to change that. I have to live with that mistake but it doesn't mean I have to make another one.  The problem is it took a lot longer than I thought it would so I was late to meet with the team. By the time I got there ...” She gestured weakly at Davrosh.  

    Silas tucked his hair back behind his ear while he shook his head. “Yeah, you fucked up all right.”

   “Yeah, and I think Whispers found them already. They were supposed to be hiding out while I went to the meeting, but someone showed up at the motel they were staying in.”  She considered Davrosh, who had begun to drink the blood that Jared was holding for him.  She wondered how long it would take before he came to and started giving them answers. “Of course they didn't let them in, but the fact that they didn't force their way in and disappeared right after the sun came up...”

   “Yeah, that sounds like Whispers all right,” Silas remarked darkly. “Well, at least it's early.  We have a while to formulate a plan.”

   “So you'll help me?”

   “What choice do I have?” Silas went to kneel next to Davrosh, taking in his injuries.  “He's going to be no use for a while.  Do we have any idea where the girls were going or how to get them back to their people?”

   “No. We weren't even supposed to be handling them yet.  According to the information we had, Whispers wasn't bringing them in until Monday. This was just supposed to be a planning meeting, not an intercept. I don't know why they were already in town or how they ended up in that warehouse.  I don't know how  Davrosh got hurt, I don't even know for sure if it was Whispers or his pack. If we could find Astrid or Cotton....”

   Shannon cleared his throat.  “Could someone, maybe, please tell me what the hell is happening? You know, instead of ordering me around then ignoring me and talking about me like I'm not right here. '

   “Now is not a good time...” Masha began but Shannon cut her off.

   “No, and it wasn't a good time before and it doesn't sound like it's going to be a good time for a while.  You can't keep using that as an excuse to have a conversation that I think you really don't want to have.” He looked at Silas.  “Are you a vampire too?”

   Silas rolled his eyes and looked back to Masha.  “What did you tell them?”    

   “Not much.  There wasn't time.  Vampires are real.  Don't tell anyone. Wear some sunscreen.”

   “Shit. And then you left them to meet up with Davrosh I assume?" Masha nodded weakly in response.   "What the hell Masha?  You've gone completely off the rails.”

   Shannon grabbed a coffee mug that had been sitting on the table by the sofa and hurled it at the wall, shattering it loudly.  “Right.  Fucking. Here!” he exclaimed, rage and frustration finally reaching the boiling point.  “I get that I'm not in your damn supernatural club or whatever but I'm wrapped up in this all the same now so answers need start happening.  What is going on?”

   Masha looked at Shannon as if for the first time.  He had been so full of tender concern for his brother and had taken in the evening's developments with such relative calm that she was surprised to find a hot temper lurking under all that. She was going to have to pay closer attention to him, assuming they all made it through this. “Fine, calm down. You aren't going to like any of this, but where would you like me to start?”

    Shannon looked around at the room full of odd faces and wondered if he was the only human there. “You said fairy tale things were real.  That seems like a good place.”

   Masha sighed and looked to Jared again.  He had said maybe two words since arriving at the abandoned store.  He sat at Davrosh's feet now, watching the elder vamp drink from the blood bags Masha had provided. He had seemed so dynamic when he was performing, quite the contrast to the solemn figure he cut now.  She supposed he was still in shock. The transformation could be extremely traumatic for some.  Perhaps some explanations would help.  

   “All right.  Stop me if I go too fast or you get lost.” Shannon sat down, assuming this was going to take a while. Masha took a breath and continued.  “Most fairy tales have their basis in reality. Humans have always lived along side all sorts of other creatures but the relationship has never been an amicable one.  Humans don't even like other humans that are different than them.  They really are not tolerant of things that aren't human at all.”

   Silas nodded, sitting on the edge of the desk and took his glasses off. Looking every bit the part of the friendly professor, he continued the lecture. “Now as you can imagine from the tales, some of these supernatural creatures tormented or hunted humans but not all of them.  Not even most actually. However, the ones that did, they created so much fear and hatred that eventually humans wouldn't tolerate any supes in their midst. And yes, supes are stronger than humans but we're rare.  There are so many more of you than there are of us. There's no way we would prevail if it came to blows.  Plus, at least some of us, need you.”

   Masha saw the way Shannon winced at that last statement and knew he understood his place in the food chain.  If she thought he was going to protest however she was mistaken. He continued to listen patiently.  She continued the explanation. “So we live in secret. We police ourselves, we have rules and organizations that enforce them, and we try to keep the nasties in check as much as we can. It's complicated though.  There are factions.  Things get out of balance sometimes.  Some don't want a peaceful coexistence, they feel it is their right to live according to their basic nature, even if that means killing.  The last time those factions got out of hand, well....” Masha gestured around to her somewhat battered audience. “It was ugly.  People died, some supernatural lines went extinct. Most of the fairy tales that you hear come from that time period.”

   Shannon had thought that if only Jared would wake up and start talking again this nightmare might be over.  Sure, they'd have to find a blood supply and there would be secrets to keep, but they would figure it out, get back to their lives.  He realized now that nothing was going to be going back to normal.  They were deep in the fire now and the flames were only going to be getting higher.

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