Sooo this popped. It's kinda bad, i haven't written in a while, but it was in my drafts sooooooooo
I don't know if i wrote this abuse thing well since i never went throught that. I got my inspiration from It Ends With Us, by Colleen Hoover.
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Ship : Spencer Reid x F!Reader
Warning : Abuse (physical and mental)
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You had been cleaning the house all day, and the voice at your door surprised you. Biting your lips, you adjusted the hoodie over your body and walked to open to the agents. There were two of them, a blond woman with tired but fierce eyes, and a young man with curly brown hair, and they were both seemingly way too young for this job. They were about your age, but the woman seemed more mature. There was some complexity to their faces and it was visible that they had both been through a lot. You tilted your head, wrapping your arms around yourself in a protective way. Something was wrong, something had happened. Why else would the FBI come here ?
“Miss, is Alec McConnor here ?”
You frowned and shook your head. Running a hand through your hair, you hesitated before stepping back, silently inviting them in. The look on the woman’s face was hard to decipher, but you sensed some kind of worry coming from the mad. You didn’t know if they hoped your boyfriend was there or not, but whatever they wanted, he wasn’t. It was only you here, for once.
‘I’m sorry, he went out. Is-Is there anything I can do ?’
The woman smiled slightly and nodded, entering your apartment, soon followed by the second agent. As they both got in, you closed the door, still feeling the most uncomfortable you’ve ever felt. You guided them to your couch, where the woman sat down.
‘I’m Jennifer Jareau, and this is Doctor Spencer Reid. Do you mind if he takes a look at your boyfriend's things ?’
You hesitated a second. You knew he wouldn’t like that and it would probably fall back on you and you’d get in trouble, but this was the FBI, you couldn’t just say no. Well, you could, but what good would that do ? Timidly, you nodded, taking a seat in front of the blond woman.
‘Can you tell me what’s happening ?’
Jennifer nodded, sending you a reassuring smile. There was some kind of positive energy about her, something soft and calming, and you took a deep breath and listened as she explained.
Spencer had a bad feeling. Something about the way you held yourself, avoided eye contact, almost hid yourself from his eyes, made him tick. As he looked around the apartment, he slowly realized that things seemed to be missing. There were almost no pictures of you with family and friends, but in the few pictures he did find, you were much younger, and the light he could see in the younger you had completely disappeared now. There also seemed to be nothing that was yours, except from clothes and a few books. And even then, your books were tucked away, almost hidden, out of sight. Almost like you didn’t want your boyfriend to realize you had them. Another thing that made him frown was the second room you had. He knew for a fact that you had a job as a librarian, and were still studying on the side. He also knew your boyfriend did not have a job and spent a big part of his time online, playing games and spending your hard earned money. So when he realized you had to do all your work on the kitchen table while he used the very large desk for games, it made him wonder. Things, all around the house, made him feel like you were putting yourself to the side, staying alone outside of work, losing your friends, while your boyfriend was living an easy life. His gut was telling him that something was wrong, and he could recognize the signs. As he walked back into the living room, he could see you were crying. He signed to JJ, and she got up, patting your back before joining him.
‘What did you find out ?’ His voice was calm, but she knew him well and could feel the worry, the protectiveness coming from him.
‘She doesn’t think it could be him. She’s protecting him firmly, and I think she lied once or twice, but.. I don’t think he did it. He has an alibi for most of the murders, and even if she lied, i don’t think she lied for all of them. I mean, I know he fits the profile but..’ She shook her head and Spencer nodded, looking at you. You had calmed down, breathing a bit more steadily, and were looking around nervously. A string of murders had happened recently, and your boyfriend was apparently one of the suspect.
‘And you, what did you find ?’
Spencer sighed and shared his feeling, a bit of relief falling over him when JJ agreed, before he realized what it meant. Your boyfriend probably wasn’t as good as you made him out to be, but if he wasn’t the killer, then there wasn’t much he could do.
After taking a breath, you asked the two agents if they were done and, once they agreed, you told them you had work. It wasn’t exactly work, since you hadn’t had time to focus on work for a while, constantly cleaning, cooking and taking care of your boyfriend.They simply didn’t need to know that. As you guided them out, the young man handed you his card, and you took it with a shy smile, thanking him. You wished them good luck and, glancing one last time at Spencer, you closed the door.
The killer was caught only a few hours after. While Spencer and JJ had gone to the McConnor household, Emily and Alvez had gone to the other suspect’s, where they found irrefutable evidence of his guilt. It didn’t take long for the team to apprehend him, something that was rare in their line of work, but still pleased them. However, Spencer was worried. He felt like there was something wrong, and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He could see your worried face, your tired eyes, like a cornered lamb facing a wolf. He remembered the way you were holding yourself, like you had to protect your body. And he remembered his feeling, and JJ agreed to the possible abuse going on in your life.
‘Are you alright, Spencer ?’
Spencer looked up from his coffee, trying to look calm. Emily frowned slightly, tilting her head. ‘We got him. What’s bothering you ?’
After thinking for a second, he told her everything. How he thought your boyfriend was separating you from your family and friends, how you had to hide what you liked, how you seemed to let him walk all over you without saying a word, how you seemed to hide yourself from the rest of the world. He told her about the mental abuse he thought you were through, the bags he saw under your eyes, and even the marks he thought he saw on your neck when you turned your head away from him. Emily seemed to think for a moment, before gently nudging him.
‘You know, someone has to tell them that he’s not a suspect anymore and that the killer was apprehended. And we don’t leave until tomorrow. You could go check on her.’
Spencer smiled sadly, and he didn’t really have to think about it before nodding, quickly grabbing his stuff. With a last thank you to his boss-friend, he walked as fast as he could outside, calling a cab and soon, he was on his way to your place. He could remember the way to your place like that back of his hand, and he could thank his eidetic memory for that. He could also remember the deep color of your eyes, the way your hair looked falling on your shoulders, the strong color of your lips. As he ran up the stairs leading to your apartment, he could feel his head beating seemingly faster, however it wasn’t from the effort of running, but simply because of the overwhelming thoughts of you, keeping him from thinking of anything else. As he arrived at the door, he raised his hand to knock, but a sound stopped him. A yell, then a slap, and finally a cry. You were crying, he could tell it was you. He didn’t hesitate a second before nodding hereticly. There was a silence, then he heard hushing sound, a broken sob and finally, the door opened sliglty. A young man was standing in the doorway, and Spencer could read a deep anger on his face. He clenched his fists, before showing his badge.
‘Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI. Is everything okay ?”
The man, that Spencer recognized as Alec McConnor, glanced behind him, before looking back at the agent.
‘Everything is fine. What do you want ?’
‘I saw Miss Y/N earlier and i-i wanted to update her on the investigation, since we bothered her today.’
The young man rolled his eyes. ‘I’ll tell her. We were busy.’
Spencer clenched his fists. ‘I heard. May I see her ?’
The man seemed to think for a second, before closing the door. Spencer heard whispers behind it, and broken sobs, but the door opened and you slipped in the doorway. Your eyes were red and puffy, and there was a deep, red mark on your cheek. It took everything in him not to touch you, but every movement seemed to scare you.
‘Is everything okay, sir ?’
Spencer frowned. You were asking him if he was okay, even though you clearly weren’t. Part of him was impressed with the selflessness you were showing, but the other was simply worried sick. He sighed and looked down.
‘Look, i-i know what he does. I know he hurts you. And I know you think there’s no way out, but you can’t.. You can’t let him walk all over you. You might say it’s nothing, that it’s fine that he’s just angry, that he didn’t mean to hurt you too bad, but you’re lying to yourself. All humans make mistakes. What determines a person's character aren't the mistakes we make. It's how we take those mistakes and turn them into lessons rather than excuses. What he’s doing.. He’s turning his mistakes into excuses. He thinks he’s right, but… He’s not. You can’t let him push your limits again and again. I can-We can help. People, I mean. You don’t know me but.. You have to get out of this situation, or it's never going to get better.’
Spencer watched as you teared up, slowly letting your guard down. He could tell you were realizing what was happening, that he was right. That you needed help. After a second, you looked up at him, trying hard to hide your tears. You took a deep breath, before gulping.
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