Summary: Having a big crush on your best friend was not for the weak. Some men are oblivious, but Adrian Chase was practically blind.
Adrian Chase x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption (entirely fluff)
Years. It had been years of friendship between you and Adrian. Years of late night movie nights, of video games wars, of sharing secrets and giggling like teenage girls. Yet, all those years and he hadn't noticed your massive crush on him.
"So, where are you and Adrian going for your little date?" Ads leant against the kitchen counter, can in hand as she stared you down. You huffed, rolling you eyes as you tried to deny this so called date. Harcourt cut you off with a single stare. You lower your gaze to the marble, messing with your own drink. "It's not a date." But the tone of your voice was completely unconvincing. "Damn." Harcourt mumbled, breaking the silence that was beginning to build up. Luckily, your savior knocked on the front door, calling through the wood. "Come on!" He was never the most patient. You gave Ads and Harcourt a sideways glance before grabbing your jacket and opening the door. They looked at you, almost pityingly. Many drunk nights had caused you to spill all your feelings out to them, and they knew everything. Adrian was stood in the doorway, smiling like an idiot. Like a good looking idiot. Damnit.
The night air nipped at your nose, causing you to shove your hands deep into your jacket pockets. Adrian was walking beside you, swinging his arms with each step. Every couple of weeks you had this little ritual. Dinner, a walk, maybe a drink afterwards. It was your little moment of peace, a break from everything you had to deal with on a daily basis.
Adrian led you down the street a couple blocks, chatting away and leaving very little space for you to respond. That didn't matter though, you just enjoyed the sound of voice and the amount of passion he had. You had your head turned to face him as you walked, and all you could do was watch his profile as he talked wildly. Your eyes traced his sharp jawline, the mess of his hair, the slope of his nose. Gosh, he was handsome. And you had a problem. As your face began to heat up you caught yourself, tearing your eyes away from him and turning forward.
The two of you reached your usual dinner spot, a dingy dinner on a random street corner. It wasn't a very nice place, the sign was only half lit and the tables were always a little sticky. But it was good enough for you. It was normally pretty empty, the food was cheap and fairly edible, and Adrian had made friends with the old lady behind the counter. You shimmied into your normal booth, not even looking at the menus. Adrian was still talking about random animal facts and how his day with Chris was. You just leant your elbows on the table as you listened to every word he said. A lot of your friends weren't as patient with him, they often cut him off or showed zero interest in what he was talking out. And whenever someone made a snarky comment his face would always falter and it would ache your chest. But on Diner nights, he talked as much as he wanted and you never made him feel bad.
That old diner hosted hours worth of conversation. The two of you stayed in there until Rose, the lady behind the counter, had to ask you to leave. Adrian was smiling at you widely as the two of you started the walk back to your apartment. "What?" You asked with a chuckle, your cheeks flushing pink at his staring. "I just love these evenings. Hanging out with my best friend is always fun." The work best friend stung, hurting in that deep pit of your chest that was reserved for him. But you kept the smile on your face and nodded along. "Yeah. Friend hang outs are the highlight of my week." The rest of the walk back was like normal, more chatting and bad jokes. At one point you clumsily tripped up a curb, almost looking your balance. Adrian steadied you and kept a hold on your hand for at least 2 blocks before gently releasing it. All this was driving you insane. Adrian stood outside of your door, smiling as you fished around for your keys. You held them up, beginning to unlock your door. "Same time next week?" He asked hopefully, watching you start to push the door open. "Absolutely." Then you did something without thinking first. You leant forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before retreating. He was staring, wide eyes and for once, speechless. "Bye Adrian." You practically scurried into your apartment, slamming the door shut before he could even get a word out. God, you were such an idiot.
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Chris could not believe the idiocy he was witnessing. For the first time in his life, someone had managed to catch him entirely off guard. "I don't like her, man." Adrian was sat on Chris's couch, still in his suit, mask over his face. He just stared at the idiot he was talking to. Adrian just stared back, like it all just made sense. "You're not being serious." He asked in exasperation. It was the most ridiculous thing he had heard. From the first time Chris watched the two of them interact, he could clearly tell they liked each other. And everyone else around them could see that. But, somehow, Adrian was completely oblivious to the fact he liked her. And now, Adrian was sat there just staring at him like he was insane. "She's my best friend. I don't like her, not like that." It was like he was trying to convince Chris that there was no way he could be right. "But you always want to spend time with her, you always protect her, you told me she was the only person who understood you." Adrian just pulled a face under his mask like nothing Chris was saying made sense. Chris was really starting to think this guy was stupid. Adrian shifted in his seat, finally tugging his mask off of his face.
"Well, yeah. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. The idea of her getting hurt makes me feel nauseous, and she is the only person who gets me. She understands everything you guys ignore, she listens to all my facts, she quizzes me when i ask. And she's really, really pretty and I couldn't imagine living without her. But that doesn't mean I like her." Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing, and all he could do was stare, mouth open in shock. This guy really was stupid. "Dude. That is exactly how it feels to like someone. Shit man. You're in love with her." Adrian's face started to go red as he shook his head frantically. But this time he seemed less convinced.
A few seconds passes by with neither of them speaking. Adrian seemed to be in the midst of processing this new information. Chris just waited for him to be ready. "I like her." He muttered, a little shaken. "Yeah you do."
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Ads was over at your place, ice cream and a movie in hand. You were finally starting to accept the fact your feelings were one sided, and you needed all the support you could manage. It was an awful feeling, loving someone who didn't love you back. Ads was trying to distract you from that feeling, making bad jokes and putting on a cringy movie. You were just trying to drown your sorrows in popcorn and vodka. And for the most part, it was working quite well. After around an hour, you were a giggling mess and even Adebayo was looking at you with a little concern. Your sorrows were interrupted by frantic knocking at the door. With slightly wobbly legs, you pulled yourself off the couch and over to the door. Normally you would check the peephole, always cautious, but the alcohol was making you much more care free. You tugged the door open and inhaled sharply.
Adrian was stood there, seemingly a little out of breath. "Adrian?" Your words were a little slurred and you could hear Ads gasp from the couch. "Hey, so. Chris was talking to me after our outing last night. He was talking about feelings and stuff. And I never really understood all that, but he was explaining it. I realised that you are my favourite person and I love all the time we spend together and..." He burst out in a long ramble, which started the process of sobering you up. He cut himself off suddenly. Then, without warning, he reached forward, grabbing your waist and tugging you close to him. For a brief moment he paused, giving you the chance to pull away. But this was exactly what you had wanted for so long. When you didn't pull away, he crashed his lips onto yours. It was a sudden rush, your heart thumping erratically. He kissed you hard and fast, a little inexperienced yet everything you had needed.
After a few moments of eternity, you broke apart, breathing heavily. You looked up at him through your lashes, face certainly bright red. "What was that for?" You chuckled lightly. His glasses were now sat a little wonky on his face and that grin of his was back, yet somehow wider. "Because I love you." It felt like your heart stopped for a moment. Was he serious? You opened your mouth to respond. "Finally!" A chorus of voice shouted from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and laughed at the culprits. Ads was sat there, phone pointed in your direction while on a call with Harcourt and Economos. "Took you guys long enough." Harcourt shouted through the phone, but was smiling ear to ear.
You looked back to Adrian to see him already staring at you. Those puppy dog eyes made your heart do summersaults in your chest. With a red face and a laugh, you gently tried to shove him away, now extremely embarrassed. He didn't let you, simply wrapped his arms around you and tugged you into his chest. While you mumbled in protest, you were quite glad he held on. You were exactly were you wanted to be. With Adrian.
Summary: Despite being in a semi-happy relationship, Adrian started to act strange after a conversation with Chris. And everything just collapses.
Adrian Chase x male!reader
Warnings: ANGST, mild groping, homophobia (internalized and not), arguing, alcohol consumption
Thursday nights were date night. They always had been, and it was meant to stay that way. Thursday was the one day of the week when Adrian promised no Vigilante stuff, just the two of you.
The clock ticked past 8 37pm. You sat on the couch, a random film playing, but you weren't watching. That worried bit at your brain. He was late. Adrian had promised to be home at 7, and now he was late. You had tried to call him but got no response. Logically you knew he was probably fine, no one could hurt him. But this just wasn't like him.
Your head shot up as the front door swung open, and Adrian stumbled in. "Where the hell have you been?" You snapped, turned to look at him over the back of the couch. His face was flushed, like it did when he had been drinking. "Chris invited me over." He giggled, flopping on the couch beside you. Of course. Chris was the person you came second to, always. Date night was now a mess. "Unbelievable..." You mumbled under your breath, leaning forward to turn the film off with the remote. As you leant, your shirt shifted to expose your lower back. You jumped as a cold hand pressed against the exposed skin. Adrian whispered beside your ear, breath tickling your neck. " You're pretty." Pretty. He never called you that, it just didn't fit. But he was tipsy so you didn't question it too much.
You sat back against the couch, causing him to move his hand. "You skipped date night to go drink with Chris." It wasn't a question. And it was terrible that you weren't really shocked. Things had been rocky lately, and you didn't know why. Adrian had started to distance himself, coming home late at night, keeping conversations extremely brief. It was slowly breaking your heart. You stood up, staring down at him giggling on the couch. "Not cool, Adrian." He didn't seem too bothered, tilting his head with a goofy smile. "Hey, I'm sorry okay. Chris just wanted to talk and he's my best friend so I wanted to support him." Same excuse as always. Adrian was constantly seeking Chris's approval, even when you tried to assure him he didn't need it. "Let me make it up to you." His words slurred a little as he grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you closer. With a quick movement, he tugged you down onto the couch, hand already on the back of your neck. Without saying a word he moved forward, pressing his lips against your like a starving man. You kissed back on instinct, trying to savour a part of the night that hadn't been ruined already.
Adrian didn't let up, not even for oxygen. He kissed harder, tongue pushing it's way into your mouth as he gently pushed you to lay back on the couch. He hovered over you, mouth still attacking yours. You kissed back, not as desperately as him, but enough. You felt Adrian's free hand moving between you, not sure of its destination. It travel down your side, squeezing your hip and getting closer to the hem of you pants. Adrian broke the kiss for a second, panting for air. You were no better, hair a mess from where his hand had been. He gave you that grin you loved. Then it got weird. Adrians wandering hand had found its place, laying on top of your crotch. He squeezed, a little harshly. Clearly, he was expecting a better response. But you winced, grabbing his wrist. His face shifted. It was like he wasn't expecting that to hurt, like there wouldn't be something there. A silence stretched between us. "Sorry." He mumbled. That sad look on his face broke you. "Its okay. Its okay" You tried to reassure him, pulling him back down for another kiss. He dove right back it, kissing you like it would make it all better. His hand drifted back up, towards your stomach. You tried to tell yourself he was just a little out of it, but there was this feeling that you couldn't shake. Adrian's hand drifted a little higher, and stopped on your chest. That was pretty normal for him. Then he squeezed again, like he was expecting there to be a breast. There wasn't. You pulled away from him, staring. "What are you doing?" The question seemed to knock the remaining alcohol from his system. "This is what Chris told me to do." More confusion settled in between you. You just stared at him. Then you sat up, causing Adrian to move backwards and sit on the couch.
"Chris told you to do that? With me?" You pointed to yourself, sure there was some misunderstanding here that would suddenly make sense. But he nodded. You stared at him like he had grown a second head. In all the time you had been together, he'd never done anything like that. Because that's what guys do when they are with a girl, grab at their chest. "Why would he tell you to do that with me?" You wanted more answers and it was only fair. While you had never met Chris, Adrian told you that he gave great relationship advice. "He said chicks dig it." Adrian whispered, staring at his lap. The confusion wasn't getting better. "But I'm not a 'chick' Adrian. I'm a guy, like you. So that doesn't make much sense." He refused to meet your eyes, his face burning red as his glasses began to slide off his nose. Then, that awful realisation clicked in your head. In one swift movement you were on your feet and Adrian was looking up at you with alarm. "You haven't told him." You voice raised a little as the hurt swallowed you up. "You haven't told him!" Now you were shouting. You just couldn't believe that after a year together, he was still too embarrassed to tell him friends about you. Adrian quickly shook his head, trying to fix things. "No, he knows that we're dating. I swear." You glare at him. "He doesn't know I'm a guy, does he?" He didn't say anything, his face going pale as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
"It never felt like the right time." His words were barely audible but you heard than nonetheless. And it stung. He didn't find the right time to tell his best friend about his boyfriend. Frankly, it was pathetic. You stared down at him, distaste covering your face. "What's wrong with you?" You turned and started to walk away, unable to look at his shameful face any longer. "Well I couldn't just tell him, could I?" Fury bubbled deep within you as you spun around. "Yeah, you could've. It's pretty easy." Your voice was bordering on yelling but you composed yourself for the sake of your neighbors. "Yeah right." He rolled his eyes like you were stupid, like it was clear why he couldn't just admit to loving you. "And why couldn't you Adrian?" You shouted, unable to control yourself any longer. The disrespect was eating away at you. You loved him, really. You were utterly in love with him and he kept you like a dirty secret.
"Because it's embarrassing!" His words rang in the silence and all the facades melted away. Your anger disappeared instantly. Your mouth fell open and Adrian realised what he had just said. He tried to step closer but you slowly backed away. Your eyes prickled with the formation of tears. It felt like your heart had been ripped from your chest right there. He was embarrassed by you, of your relationship. He couldn't truly love you if he was so ashamed. "You're embarrassed of me?" Your voice cracked as your strong persona crumbled to the living room floor. His eyes were pleading, still wide with shock. He tried to shake his head, to take it back. But it was too late. Adrian took steps towards you, his hands out as if he were surrendering. "Get away from me." There was an edge to your voice that you weren't expecting. Neither was he. "What?" He stammered out, panic seeping into his words. "You shouldn't be caught with an embarrassment."
The next few moments felt like a blur. But you ended up sat on the curb outside, staring into the darkness. Nothing felt real anymore. Your heart was shattered, destroyed by his issues, his shame. It wasn't fair. You dropped your head, sobs shaking your shoulders. You didn't care if people judged you, it didn't matter. A set of feet appeared and you didn't have to look up to know who it was. An arm wrapped around you silently, tugging you closer. But there was nothing to say. There was no way back from that, not an easy one anyway.
Adrian Chase x fem!reader
Summary: After a night of fun with your favourite friend with benefits, you weren't expecting him to stay and you weren't expecting all that blood.
Warnings: blood, cramps, oral (f receiving), shower sex
Minors DNI!!!
Having a friends with benefits situation wasn't the worst. It gave companionship, sex and no commitment. Well, at least that's how it should be.
Last night had been a lot of fun. Adrian clambered through the window late in the evening, panting and sweaty. The sight had you sat upright in bed instantly. And when he pulled that mask off there was no question about it.
It was safe to say the night was a lot of fun, for both of you. And not even Adrian's incessant ramblings could take away from that.
Early hours of the morning brought that all too familiar feeling. Cramps. You huffed at the realization and your lack of planning. Without waking Adrian, who was laying on his stomach and his arm thrown across your waist, you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. The walk caused a small ache between your legs, either from last night or the crime scene you were surely creating. As you sat on the toilet, you thought about how the timing could've been worse. You could've started yesterday and would have been forced to turn a desperate, attractive Adrian away. That would've been awful.
The amount of blood wasn't appalling, just the beginnings of a week of hell. The mixture of the blood and last night made showering the next choice. As you stepped under the warm stream of water you sighed contently, letting it just wash over you. You began to clean yourself, humming gently as you shampooed your hair.
"Did you know that a cockroach can live for weeks after having its head cut off?" Adrians sudden voice made you jump, almost slipping in the tub. You quickly grabbed the shower curtain, poking your head out. Sure enough he sat there, on the counter while swinging his legs. He leant back against the mirror, his glasses nowhere in sight and in just his underwear. Good lord. "How long have you been there?" You asked, your voice going higher than it should. He gave you a wicked grin. "Not too long." You snapped your head back, making sure the curtain was shut. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, the only noise coming from the falling water.
A small scream escaped you as the curtain was pulled back and you were met with Adrian just staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself up as if he hadn't seen all of you last night. "W..What are you doing?" You stammered, cheeks beginning to flush red. A few hours ago you had been so confident but now, now you were ashamed to be caught like this. "I wanna talk to you." He said like it was the most obvious thing ever. In a moment of silliness, you defended your dignity the only way you could think of. You splashed him with water as if that would make him vanish. Of course, it didn't and he just stared up at you with a shocked expression, water running down his face. You just stared back, unsure where to go from here.
"You missed a spot." His random sentence threw you off. And the staring continued. "Missed a spot?" You quirked an eyebrow. A few seconds later you watched in horror as Adrian shimmied out of his underwear and stepped into the shower. You had no words as his hand ran over a spot on your shoulder, rinsing off some soap. This didn't feel like friends with benefits.
Somehow, he looked even better than last night, hair sticking to his forehead as the water ran over him. And any other day you wouldn't have hesitated to take things further. But the cramping and achy feeling reminded you of what was happening in your body. Adrian didn't know that though. He tilted his head to the side, his face close to yours and his breath against your face. Warm hands sat on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips brushed past yours messily. And that resistance snapped. You kissed him hurriedly, not wanting to waste a single second. It was messy and frantic, but it was exactly what you both needed. Adrian didn't hold back, tugging you closer, kissing you harder. The need for oxygen had disappeared and the only thing you could focus on was him, his body against yours. Then his hands started to slide down your body, heading in only one direction. He had just past your stomach when you suddenly grabbed his wrist, halting his movement. Your lips broke apart as he looked down at you like a puppy. "Don't be so shy." He grinned, nipping at the skin of your neck. You sighed gently, continuing to hold onto his wrist. "I'm on my period." You whispered softly, embarrassment flushing your face. A confused sound escaped Adrian as he tried to catch your eye. "And?" Your head shot up so quickly you almost headbutted him. His face showed no hint of humour, of disgust. He looked genuinely confused.
"Its gross." You exclaimed, shocked he didn't immediately pull away from you. Every other man had avoided such things, too grossed out. Horror covered your face as Adrian slowly lowered himself to kneel on the bottom of the tub, his eyes locked on yours. It was like he was waiting for you to say no, and then he would stop. But you couldn't say no, because you didn't want to say no. Adrian moved slowly, giving ample time for you to change your mind, to pull away from him. You didn't. "Adrian....thats so gross." You mumbled, his fingertips ghosting over your thighs. His hot breath fanned against your damp skin, right where you needed. You bit back a small moan as you shut you eyes, not baring to watch what he was doing. "Tell me to stop." He spoke between pressing light kisses up and down your thighs, getting so close to your core. You had no control over your body, hips jolting slightly as you seeked out more friction. A little chuckle sounded from between your legs. Right as you were about to say something to him, looking down at him, Adrian pressed his mouth over you. His tongue pressed flat against your clit, sending a jolt through you. A part of you was disgusted, you were on your period, but he didn't seem bothered as he lapped at you like a starved man. The cramping in your stomach seemed so distance as the pleasure began to build up. Your hands weakly tried to grip as the slick tiles, knees going weak as he dove his tongue into you.
Soft moans escaped your lips, bouncing off the bathroom walls. One hand dropped down and tangled itself into his now damp curls. That familiar feelings started to blossom in the bottom on your stomach, your climax approaching as his tongue continued its rhythm. Then it stopped. His head pulled away, mouth no longer between your legs. You whined softly at the loss. One look at him reminded me why i was so against this. There was a light layer of blood on his chin that was being washed away by the stream of the shower. Before you could say anything, his hand took the place of his mouth, thumb circling your clit. "Did you know a horned lizard can shoot blood from its eyes up to 3 feet away?" The way he spoke was so strange. Adrian acted like you were having a casual conversation while causing your legs to tremble underneath you. "Adrian." You moaned breathlessly, trying to keep your composure. That task was proving more difficult than you first thought. He looked up at you all innocently. "Yeah?" But he knew what he was doing, thumb quickening as he judged your body language. You were so close, head thrown back as you tried to not be too loud. That feeling creeped up on you, then crashed over you like a wave. The moaning tumbled out as the pleasure reached every part of your body, twitching and shaking. Those cramps were certainly dealt with, for the time being at least.
After you came down from you high, you looked back down at Adrian. He had his arm wrapped around the back of your thighs, supporting your trembling legs. You reached a hand down, running across his chin. "You have blood on your face..." You mumbled, feeling embarrassed that he had done that. But Adrian just grinned more. "Its like war paint, like the Vikings used to scare off their enemies." You rolled your eyes at him, ruffling his hair, expecting him to stand up. He didn't. Adrian stayed on the floor of the shower, that look on his face meaning only one thing. He wasn't done with you yet.
Adrian Chase x fem!reader
Summary: Having Vigilante was a boyfriend was not for the faint of heart or the weak willed. Everyday brought some other issue and today was no exception.
Warnings: mentions of guns, wounds, blood. all the usual stuff.
The middle of the night for normal people meant sleep, maybe a late movie or some devious acts saved for when the kids are asleep. For you, it meant late night cleaning to distract from the empty other side of the bed. When Adrian first told you about his costume escapades, you laughed. Folded in half, tears rolling laughter. But he was serious. The Vigilante suit was normally thrown over the chair in your bedroom, usually dirty and you never wanted to ask questions. The longer you had been together the more worried you became. He could handle himself and you knew it was just paranoia but every time he went out to catch graffiti artists and murderers you found yourself with that little itch.
It was around 12 30am and you were at the sink, washing the last of the dishes. You'd been working at the restaurant all night and had spent the whole time serving idiots who don't understand basic human decency. Adrian was already out by the time you got back from work, off doing whatever he does.
The quiet peace of the night was suddenly broken as the front door swung open quite aggressively. For a short second you thought you were being robbed but that all too familiar voice carried to the kitchen. "Hey Hot stuff. I'm back." Adrian's voice made you smile as you stood at the sink in your pajamas. His footsteps sounded across the wooden floor as he walked towards the kitchen. "Hey yourself. Did you have successful night?" You called out, still wrist deep in the soapy water. "It was alright, killed a couple criminals. I did make a bit of a mess of my suit though." He suddenly sounded a lot closer, being stood in the doorway. You started to look up at him, mouth open as the sentence died in your mouth. " How did y.." He was cradling his side but the startling red was there. Neither of you moved for a moment.
"Is that blood?" You asked simply, still a little shocked as you slowly pulled your hands from the sink. Adrian reached up and tugged off his mask, messing up his hair and revealing the slightly pained expression. "Just a little." You dried off your hands, turning to face him completely. "And why are you bleeding?" Adrian pushed off the doorframe, walking a little closer while ignoring the way he wobbled. "This asshole was mugging someone and i killed him but he shot me first. What a jerk." He shook his head like someone had cut the line. Sometimes you couldn't believe his thought process. Before you could respond, Adrian's face shifted slightly and he spoke once again. "Think you could catch me?" Your brain was lagging behind as you stammered out a response. "Catch you?" Before you could even finish your sentence he stumbled forward and slumped against you. His unexpected weight caused you to huff as you managed to support him against you. This idiot.
You managed to half drag him to the couch, dropping him onto the soft cushions. For a moment, you just stood there and stared down at him. This is not how you expected tonight to go. Well first you had to deal with the wound. Surprisingly, you knew your way around a first aid kit after all his injuries. The bleeding needed to stop before anything else could happen. Using a clean gauze, you pressed down on the wound through the hole in his suit. It took a few minutes for the bleeding to slow down enough to no longer be a concern. You pulled the gauze away, taking a look at the wound. However, that proved to be a little difficult with the thick suit blocking a lot of the view. You worked quickly, unzipping his suit and pulling it down to his waist. Adrian, who you thought was basically unconscious, gently grabbed your wrist and shot a wicked smile. "Keep it PG." You swatted his hand away, rolling your eyes. "Shut it."
Only once the wound was bandaged and sorted did you relax a little. Tonight had really taken a turn. You began to clean up your supplies, standing up to go dispose of them. For a second time, your wrist was caught but this time you were tugged backwards. With the tug you were pulled to sit on the edge of the couch. Adrian was smiling like an idiot again, hair a mess across his forehead. "Did you know cats lick their wounds to clean them?" You gave him an unimpressed look as you leant lightly against his chest, avoiding his injury. "I'm not licking you Adrian." A small chuckle slipped out at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Party pooper." He huffed, pretending to look grumpy but that small smile shone through. "At least give me a kiss?" He pouted, trying to pull at your heartstrings. You sighed dramatically before leaning closer. "Only because you have a boo boo." You leant down, ready to meet his lips. But at the last second you felt him lick the side of your mouth. Gross. You pulled away, wiping your face. "Ew. You're so gross." But you were still smiling. No matter what happened between the two of you, Adrian always made you smile. It was his skill. And you wouldn't change it for anything.
The biggest germaphobe on the planet is suddenly faced with an absolute crime scene after returning from a case. A sick partner.
Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: mention of sickness and briefly medication
As a child Spencer avoided germs like the smallest illness would wipe him off the face of the planet. He was that child with hand sanitizer and pulled a face whenever another child coughed in that specific way children do. Most people though he would grow out of it eventually. It was impractical to be so paranoid in the real world. Well those people were wrong. At the age of 25, he still avoided hand shakes. He loved telling people it was more hygienic to kiss instead, always a little oblivious to the looks of horror he received.
Everyone knew Spencer felt that way, and everyone was use to it by now. But if his colleagues could see him now, they would be utterly flabbergasted. Germaphobe Spencer Reid sat on the couch with his sick partner engulfed in his arms. He wasn't wearing a hazmat suit, no gloves, no random face mask. He didn't flinch away when they coughed, and when they sneezed he simply passed them a tissue. And then took the used tissue back! It was as if he was a totally different person. But he wasn't. Spencer was the same person but he couldn't care less about their germs. To him, it didn't matter.
After a long and grueling case, Spencer was ready for much needed couple time with his partner. Upon entering the apartment he noted the lack of lights, but chalked it up the late time he was returning. But the signs got more obvious the further he walked into your shared apartment. A mildly messy kitchen, the trashcan not where it should be, the abandoned boxes of pills on the counter. His heart softened. He found you on the couch, body being illuminated by the soft glow of the TV. You were curled up in a thick blanket, hair stuck to your forehead with sweat, skin unusually pale. The trashcan was positioned next to the couch, dirty tissues were piled on the coffee table. Normally, the unhygienic conditions would have absolutely freaked Spencer out. But he didn't care, he just wanted to look after you.
Spencer made it his mission to fix everything. Without waking you up, he cleared away the dirty tissues and retrieved a fresh box. And like his title suggested, he went into full doctor mode. Spencer woke you up gently. "Love?" He whispered as his hands gently rubbed against your shoulders. A soft groan came from his sick partner as you cracked open your eyes. "Spence?" Your voice was groggy and painful. He couldn't help the way he utterly melted. He crouched down beside you, peering with those big doe eyes of his. "You feeling okay?" It seemed like such a stupid question but you didn't care, just nodding softly. It didn't take a profiler to see that you weren't okay. You bit back an amused chuckle as he pulled a thermometer from seemingly nowhere. To appease him, you sat there and let him do as he wanted, knowing it was for his peace of mind. 102 degree fever.
Spencer tried to keep his expression from giving away his worry, but his eyes betrayed him. "I'm okay Spence. Promise." It was strange for you to be trying to soothe his while you were the sick one. And that's one of the reasons he fell in love with you.
After a long time of you coaxing him to relax, Spencer settled next to you on the couch. He gently pulled your blanketed body into his arms, one hand resting on your forehead and the other holding you close to him. You didn't put up a fight of course, relaxing into him after a week of being apart. It would be more ideal to be healthy while he was home but Spencer didn't care.
You drifted off again, unable to fight as his fingers traced soothing patterns on your back. He kept his lips pressed against the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he lazily watched the random show playing on the TV.
Spencer would continue to care for you until the moment he had to go back to work a few days later. He kept the closest eye on every movement, never quite convinced by your assurances. You had regained your health and returned to your normal routine while he was away on yet another case. And on the day he came back, you were on the couch, having waited up for him. He walked into the room, dropping his bag and flopping onto the couch with zero grace. Then he sneezed. Well shit.
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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
Warnings: Violence, injury, blood, guns, mild swearing, talks about drugs and painkillers, medical stuff(probably inaccurate)
"Garcia. Can you confirm the address?" I held my phone to my ear, creeping around the side of the house in the dark. This lead seemed like a dead end. No one was here. My gun was heavy in my hand as it hung by my side. The address is correct Lyn. I just had to make sure. "Well, there's no one here Gar.."
A loud shot ripped through the phone. Garcia froze, eyes glazed over as she tried to listen for anything. "Lyn?! Agent Colesta!" Fear burnt her chest. That was a shot. There had been a shot and now she wasn't answering. It took a few seconds for her to come to her senses. Her fingers hit keys frantically. Hotchner. His steady voice was little comfort. "Sir, Lyn..Agent Colesta. She....she." Penelopes rambling was incoherent. Garcia. Calm down. What happened? Forever the voice of reason. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself. "Agent Colesta was checking out that lead. She was saying there wasn't anyone there, I heard a shot and she isn't responding." Saying it made her panic again. Send us the address Garcia. Then the call cut off. She had already send the information to them. All she could do was wait.
Hotch pocketed his phone. All eyes were on him, waiting for whatever Garcia had been so panicked over. "Agent Colesta may have been injured. Morgan, Prentiss, Reid are coming with me to apprehend the unsub. JJ, Rossi, you stay here to route any calls or information we might need." A silence settled over the team as they jumped into action. In a matter of minutes, they were in the cars, vests on. The house was 7 minutes away and the drive there was the worst. Everyone was on edge. Lyn had been with the team for 9 months and had developed strong relationships with each and every one of them. Spencer sat in the backseat, leg shaking. There was this indescribable feeling. It was fear, sorrow, guilt, anger all rolled into one. The idea of Lyn being hurt, or worse, ignited a physical pain. He didn't have chance to question it. His main focus was on the moments until the car stopped.
They kept formation as the team rushed through the property. Hotch signaled for Prentiss and Morgan to go to house and find the unsub. Reid ran around the side of the house, eyes scanning for any sign. His gun was in his hand but his main focus was on finding her. And find her he did. Agent Colesta was laying on the ground beside the house, unmoving. Dread surged through him. She wasn't moving. His fingers found his earpiece, connecting him to his team members. "Found her. We need EMS." He didn't wait for a response, kneeling down next to his colleague. "Agent Colesta." His attempts to call out to her were pointless, her head lulled to the side, her face pale. She had been shot. They had expected that but seeing it, was so much worse than Reid could ever have imagined. Her left shoulder was coated in blood, pooling onto the dirt beneath her. Even in the dark, the red was so prominent that it made him feel slightly sick. All his genius left him for a moment. Pressure on the wound. Reid told himself what to do. His hands found the gunshot wound, pressing down on it, hard. Based on the time of Garcia's call, she must have been bleeding out for around 11 minutes. Every statistic was running through his head. Chances are that she would be fine. The bullet hadn't gone through anything vital. Even if the statistics pointed to her being okay, Reid couldn't shake the horrid feeling settling into his chest.
Reid didn't know how long he had sat there, holding her shoulder. Time wasn't real in that moment. All he knew was the fear he had. A hand tapped him. "Reid. EMS are here." Morgan's voice managed to break through his trance. Looking over his shoulder, the doctor didn't release his hold. He didn't let go when the lights of the ambulance came into view. It took Morgan physically prying his friend away, to let EMS do their jobs. Reid stared down at his hands. Blood coated his palms, turning his skin sticky and making it feel tight. The germophobe in him was repulsed by the sight, the unhygienic conditions coating his hands. But the rest of him didn't care. The young doctor fought out of Morgans hold, following the paramedics as they wheeled Lyn away. The others watched on in a mixture of concern and disbelief as Reid rushed towards the ambulance. They had never seen him look so desperate. It was Hotch that stopped him, stood in front of him. "I can ride with her in the ambulance." His eyes didn't leave her unconscious figure. "No. I'll go with Agent Colesta. You clean up and meet us at the hospital with Morgan and Prentiss." Reid wanted to argue but the finality in his tone was glaringly obvious.
Doctors gave Agent Colesta the all clear, explaining her condition to Hotch. A mild concussion, a gunshot wound to the shoulder. The rest of the team was gathered in waiting room, scared for their friend and colleague. The unsub was in holding, ready to be processed and sent down for his crimes. Reid was bouncing his leg, his nervousness pouring out of him. They didn't need to be profilers to read him. If the situation wasn't so serious, they might've teased him. But it wasn't the right time for some lighthearted banter.
Hotch appeared, face as blank as ever. Everyone sat on the hard plastic chairs looked over at him expectantly. The amount of hospital visits the team had racked up together left them with a permanent anxiety whenever they were within a 2 mile radius of the wretched building. "She should be fine. Mild concussion and a gunshot wound to her left shoulder." A wave of relief washed over them. "Can we see her?" Emily asked the question that was on all of their minds. "Only one person at a time." With that, Hotch dismissed himself as his phone began to ring again. It was JJ who stood up first, walking down the hallway to find the right room. The beeping of machinery was the first sound to greet her. A white hospital room held a bed in the centre of the room. Agent Colesta lay beneath the white sheets, looking incredibly peaceful, copper hair tucked underneath her head. There was a chair pulled up to the side of the hospital bed. Wires emerged from beneath the blanket, connecting to a variety of machines. JJ took a seat, watching her friend breath and her heart beat on the monitor. Over the last 9 months every member of the team had developed a close bond with Lyn. One by one they entered the room, sat for a little while and swapped with the next person. JJ just hoped she would be fine and back on her feet in no time. Morgan cursed himself for not being there. Rossi started to plan a way to cheer her up while she recovered. Hotch could already see the fight he would have to have with her about taking time away from work to recover and it make him smile a little, only on the inside though. Emily was preparing all the jokes she could make when Lyn could hear them, already missing the friend who matched her sense of humor. Then it was Spencer's turn. He couldn't bring himself to look at her unconscious face. A small pool of guilt settled in the pit of his stomach. Logically, Spencer knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't shake the thought that he should've been there, he should've got there quicker. He reach over slowly, taking her hand in his own. Her fingers were limp and cold to the touch. He had washed the blood from his hands ages ago but it was as if he could still feel it, tightening his skin. It was late in the night so Reid felt his eyes become heavy.
Hotch placed a hand on Reid's shoulder, waking him from his sleep. The doctor had fallen asleep with his head on the side of the hospital bed, his hands clasping Lyn's. Spencer shot up, a little startled. His eyes first flick to Agent Colesta before looking over to his boss. "Go back to the hotel Reid, get some sleep." The order didn't sit well with him. "I'm fine Hotch." That earnt him a pointed look. "Get some sleep. Come back in the morning, no earlier than 8." There was no space for argument. Reluctantly, Reid released her hand, standing up and exiting the room, sparing one final glance over his shoulder at his colleague. Hotch took a seat, deciding at least one of them should stay. Agent Colesta was a key part of the team and regularly raised spirits so it pained Hotch to see her so vulnerable and injured.
The lights to the house were off and it looked completely empty. I had a name in the file sat on the passenger seat of the SUV. He was a possible witness to one of the recent murders. Majority of the team was back at the precinct, working on the profile. I tried knocking on the front door anyway, just incase. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer. I moved my jacket to the side, grabbing my phone and dialing Garcia. As it rang, I walked around the side of the house. "Garcia. Can you confirm the address?" I held my phone to my ear, creeping around the side of the house in the dark. This lead seemed like a dead end. No one was here. My gun was heavy in my hand as it hung by my side. The address is correct Lyn. I just had to make sure. "Well, there's no one here Gar.." Pain erupted in my left shoulder. My hand dropped the phone, it smashing instantly. The ringing from the shot echoed in my ears. I could see the shooter running around the back of the house. I didn't even think about it before I was running after him, gun in hand and ignoring the pain and blood. The adrenaline coursing through me pushed me after him. I managed to shoot him in the left thigh, slowing him down slightly as he limped away. My body felt heavy as the world tilted. It was obvious that I was losing a significant amount of blood from my wound. My knee's buckled and I hit the floor, my gun lost from my grip. The ground was incredibly hard as my head hit the floor. I could feel myself bleeding out on the dirt. My team would be here soon. Garcia would have contacted them the second the call cut out. I wasn't that far from the police station. I just had to wait a little longer. The unsub was injured. They'd get him. I could feel unconsciousness threatening me. I knew that I needed to stay awake as I had probably gotten a concussion when I fell, but it was too much. My head lolled to the side and the last thing I heard was the screech of tires.
Everything hurt. There was a beeping to my right. A tightness across my chest. With all my energy, I pried my eyes open, grateful for the dim lights. The sterile smell of hospitals always unnerved me, it was too clean, too artificial. It always reminded me of all the trips I took to A&E as a child in need of stiches or x-rays. I looked around. My eyes caught on a figure sat in the chair beside me. Hotch was slouched a little, tie loosened ever so slightly. Considering the lack of light, it was safe to say it was quite late. I was a little surprised that Hotch had stayed. My weariness began to fade, my senses returning to me a little more. There was an aching in my left shoulder. No. Not an aching. There was a blinding pain radiating from my left shoulder. A small noise bubbled in the back of my throat. That captured Hotch's attention. His eyes found mine and he gave me the slightest smile. "I always knew I was your favourite." Even in my state I was absolutely hilarious. "Don't tell Garcia." Was SSA Aaron Hotchner making a joke? Oh my God. He was. I chuckled slightly as I shifted to try and get a little more comfortable. My movements only worsened the already excruciating pain. I scrunched my face in agony. Without saying a word, Hotch stood up and left the room, stopping a nurse in the hallway. I could remember every detail of what happened. The shot, running after the unsub, collapsing. There was a faint memory of a warm hand clutching mine but it was distant, as if it could have been a dream or hallucination.
After a few pain filled minutes, Hotch came back followed by a doctor and a nurse. There was a flurry of questions to rate my pain, how I was feeling, stuff like that. I tried my best to answer them but I was struggling to keep up. All I wanted was to go home, see my friends. I felt like a test subject as they poked and prodded me, shifting the top of the hospital gown to reveal a bloodied dressing wrapped across my shoulder and around my chest. There's a distant conversation about pain meds of some sort but it was all lost to me. I trusted Hotch to make all the decisions, seeing as he was listed as my next of kin since all my family was on a different continent. His serious expression remained as he spoke to the doctor, discussing the best course of treatment. In the end, the nurse hooked me up to another IV, pumping morphine through my veins. My head grew clouded, the drug dimming all my senses. I was pretty sure Hotch was asked to leave when the nurse changed my dressing. After that, I fell into a morphine fueled sleep.
It took them 2 days to discharge me. Even when they did, I was pumped full of pain meds. I was a little loopy the whole time. The team stopped by on their way to the jet, bringing my overnight bag with them. "I'm gonna have a cool scar now. Watch out Morgan, you've got some competition." Derek laughed as my really bad joke, probably out of pity but I was so out of it that I truly believed I was the next Peter Kay. Prentiss offered to help me get dressed before being released. I was so sick of the thin hospital gown that felt like shitty paper. Emily helped me with my t-shirt, sliding it over my injured shoulder. My left arm was in a sling to keep moving it to a minimum.
While I had been discharged from the hospital, I hadn't been cleared to fly just yet. Because of that, I wouldn't be going on the jet with everyone else. Originally, I was meant to be driving with Hotch. Our case had only taken us around 4 hours away from home so it wasn't too difficult to get me back home. However, all morning he had been taking calls and checking his watch. "You should go on the jet Hotch. Whatever that is, is more important." He seemed torn at my slightly slurred words. "You need to get back and you can't fly." He tried to reason but there was a nagging in the back of his mind. "I can drive." A new voice joined the conversation from the doorway of my hospital room. Reid stood there, a small bunch of flowers clasped in his hand. My heart melted just a little. "You don't have to Reid." Spencer wasn't the biggest fan of driving and everyone knew it. "I can do it Hotch, really."
And with that, I found myself in the passenger seat of an SUV with Reid behind the wheel. We set off about mid afternoon, driving for hours. The small bouquet of flowers sat on my lap. At the start of the journey I tried to make some conversation but the drugs just made it come out as incoherent ramblings. Spencer didn't seem bothered by it, responding to what he could, smiling at me when I made absolutely zero sense. The radio played quietly in the background as the sun set. I hummed along as I stared out the window. Every time I went for a long drive over here, I was always shocked that there were no roundabouts. Back home there was one every 2 seconds but here, they're non-existent. I tried to push the thoughts of home from my mind. I hated that the painkillers made me feel as if I had no control over my mind or body.
I hadn't been paying much attention. So I was a little surprised when the car slowed to a stop. We were parked in front of my apartment building. I turned to Spencer as he turned the engine off. "Thank you." My voice came out all high pitched and wobbly. His eyes were filled with concern. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?" The words fell from his lips in a hurried cascade. I shook my head as tears welled up in my eyes. He reached across and held my hand. It was a comforting, familiar feeling. "What's the matter then?" I knew I was being emotional because of the drugs but I couldn't stop it. "I miss home." The whisper released the tears and they rolled down my cheeks. "Do you want to go back to England?" There was this look on his face, that when paired with the tone of his voice, broken my heart a little more. My tears fell quicker, turning into small sobs. "No, I like it better over here." The words mixed with my sobbing made no sense. God, these pain meds were really screwing with me. There was a little bit of humor in Spencer's eyes but he tried to keep a serious expression, probably as not to upset me further. "Lets get you inside." He quickly got out of the car, grabbing my bag and opening my door. Like a gentleman, Reid led me towards my building as I tried to calm myself down. By the time we had reached my door, all tears had stopped. He retrieved my keys from my bag, opening my front door.
Spencer put my flowers in a vase, got me a glass of water and sat down on the sofa next to me. The meds were wearing off a little but I was still as high as a kite. "Thank you for driving me Reid." I dropped my head back against the cushion. "It was actually a lot of fun, I really enjoyed our conversations." I knew he was just humoring me but it meant a lot. "I like it a lot better here anyway." I gave him a toothy grin. "Really?" His smile made my heart flutter. Stupid crush. "Yeah, things are just better for me here." Our eyes remained locked as I spoke. He didn't say anything, as if he was waiting for me to continue, explain. "I never really had many friends back home. You guys welcomed me and made me feel like family, I've never had people be so nice to me before." His eyes turned a little sad. "And, there's no you back home." My words were slurred slightly but my new found confidence was as clear as day. Spencer's face grew shocked and his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. "I was so bummed when I thought you hated me because I really like you Spencer. You're probably one of my favourite Americans, after Garcia of course."
Spencer remained flustered the whole way home. Lyn's words echoed through his mind. The look in her eyes when she said those words. "I really like you Spencer." Like a friend. Like a good friend. Nothing more. Yet the mere thought that there was even a slight chance she felt the same way as he did made his heart beat erratically. Stupid crush.
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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
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption
Six months in the US had flown by. My routines had been built up strong as well as my relationships with the members of the BAU. I had grown comfortable in my role in the team and allowed myself to settle in. Each case brought us closer together, letting us rattle our ideas off each other.
A break was uncommon in our line of work, we worked most days and had little time to ourselves between cases. The whole team had been given a week off after a particularly long ad grueling case. I had been dragged to a girls night with JJ, Garcia and Prentiss. We sat in a dingy bar for hours, laughing, talking and drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. Our chatter wasn't about anything, just the most random conversation that was fueled by excessive alcohol consumption. I never had been a big drinker but Garcia was determined to get to me to try all her favourite drinks, in one night. If any of them asked me about Spencer, I wouldn't have had enough sense to keep my mouth shut. I don't even know how I managed to stand up and walk out of that bar.
Sunlight hit my face, burning my eyes. I groaned at the splitting pain in my skull. Now I remember why I don't really drink. The hangover. I was sprawled haphazardly on top of my covers, in the same clothes from last night. How did I even get home last night? There was no memory of the hours I spent with the girls. That's a good sign. It was really lucky that we wouldn't have a case for a few days because it was going to take me at least a day to get over this. I had to think rationally. Water and painkillers. It took a while to get from my room and to the kitchen. The sound of my own footsteps worsened my headache.
When I left my apartment I had taken a couple Advil to try and numb the pain. My outfit wasn't every put together, a pair of baggy jeans and a hoodie with the hood up. I needed coffee but ran out before our last case. There was a coffee shop a few blocks from my place so that was my destination. The spring sun was beating down on me, stinging my corneas. I preferred it back home, always rainy, dark, miserable. That would be ideal for me right now. But alas, I was living my life with my dream job in the land of the free, what a horrible life.
The shop wasn't super busy as it was around 10 am so most people were at work. Suckers. I would laugh but I wasn't exactly in the right place to be laughing at people. The lovely barista took my order quickly and got to making it. Maybe I looked like I really needed that coffee. I didn't even have the energy to scroll through my phone while I waited, just stared off into the distance. "Lyn?" My head snapped in the direction of the voice.
Dr Reid? My face flushed red as I grew shameful of my attire. He was stood there looking very put together, cardigan buttoned up, hair neatly messy. Gosh Lyn, pull yourself together, he's just a colleague. Then, I realised that I hadn't said anything, just stared at him like a creep. "Dr Reid. Good morning." I try to mask my strangeness with a smile. In his hand was a takeaway coffee cup, his signature satchel strung over his shoulder. Why did he have to look so good? Yeah, I was definitely a creep. Before he could say anything, my coffee appeared on the counter. I thank the barista, taking a sip and turned back to Reid. My embarrassment was still strong as he subtly scanned my clothing. "How's your time off?" His voice had an edge to it that made me want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. "Good. Had a girls night last night." I couldn't quite meet his eye as I spoke. "Really?" And then, before I knew it, we were sat across from each other at a table.
"Garcia made you drink how much?" We were laughing together as I recounted my night. "Probably around 6 drinks. Each time she gave me a new one she'd say that she was lying before and that that was her favourite." Our cups were long empty but we stayed. "Aren't you hungover?" He seemed really shocked. I was pretty sure I looked as bad as I felt. "Oh extremely. I was hammered by drink 3, blackout drunk by the end of the night. I don't even remember going home but I woke up this morning in my bed and the same clothes from yesterday." Everything was so relaxed. It was strange to think about how 2 months ago I was convinced he hated me but here we were.
We refilled our drinks twice as we talked aimlessly . Reid spouted the most random information and I listened intently. It was peaceful, watching him talk about the stuff he's passionate about. I couldn't believe some people found this annoying. I never wanted him to stop as I watched him, my chin on my hand. There was a sparkle in his eye that I could not get enough of. "Hotch did what?!" I asked him incredulously. Our conversation had drifted to stories of the team that I had never heard. The stories seemed wild to hear when spoken but they were just the same as what we experienced on cases. God, our job is wild.
A small part of me was sad when we had to part ways. The hour and a half we'd spent together was the best I'd had in a long time. It was refreshing, a normal conversation away from the gore we saw everyday. Reid stood across from me on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. "I'll see you on Monday." I beamed at him. "Yeah, I'll see you on Monday." He echoed my words but neither of us moved, just stayed staring. I decided to leave first, turning on my heels. "Bye Reid." I called over my shoulder. I saw him raise a hand and give me a little wave. "Bye Colesta." I smiled the whole way home. It was ridiculous but I couldn't help it. My chest was warm and fuzzy every time I recalled the look in his eye or the way his voice got excited. I'll be over my little crush soon enough. I just had to wait it out.
Returning to work on Monday was actually enjoyable, I was starting to lose my mind with nothing to do. Not that I would ever admit it out loud, I missed my team, a lot. When you spend weeks with people you grow accustom to them being there and if they aren't, it's very noticeable. I joked with Prentiss at her desk, Morgan joining us when he arrived. Everyone had their routines. Hotch would be preparing for our next case in his office, Rossi would be in his. Garcia would be clacking away on her keyboard, gathering important information. JJ would be getting ready to deliver the case and Reid would be arriving at any moment. As if one cue, the lift dings and Reid steps out. It's just a silly little crush.
It seemed that I didn't get over it as quickly as I'd liked. Obviously I focused on the case, prioritising it over my feelings but sometimes I'd catch myself staring at him. Butterflies swelled in me when we met eyes and when he smiled at me, oh good lord. I tried my best to be professional but when he smiled at me, I wanted to giggle and kick my feet like a lovestruck teenager. Sometimes I forget that I'm a 23 year old woman and an officer of the law, I shouldn't be acting like this.
After that case, Reid and I would get coffee every few weeks when we had time. We would catch up, exchange stories and laugh together. Each time we spoke seemed like a step in the right direction. Some of the others seemed to have noticed it too. I got questions from Prentiss and Morgan about the change between us. It sounded like everyone knew about the friction between me and Reid, and now we were a little closer, it showed. It was easy enough to hide my feelings from my male coworkers but the girls, they saw straight through me. Prentiss was the first to mention it, she did it subtlety to try and gauge my reaction, forgetting that I'm a profiler too. I managed to keep it from her for a few days before Garcia caught on. Nothing could escape Garcia so I was royal screwed. They interrogated me for an hour and finally broke me. I confessed to my little crush and our coffee shop rendezvous. And they never let me live it down. Every chance they got was used to tease me, even in front of Morgan, but he wouldn't know a thing. They even teased me in front of Reid and I couldn't help the flush of my face when he looked over at us, that made it much worse.
Around a month after we first ran into each other, we went our seperate ways again. On my way home I thought about everything. It made me ecstatic as I realised that we might be friends now, no more hard feelings. I was friends with Reid. He enjoyed my company as I enjoyed his. God damnit. Now it would be even harder to get over my crush but I didn't care. I made a friend. If I was still in school, Mum would be so proud of me. She probably wouldn't care now, seeing as I'm an adult but I was still full of joy. Spencer Reid was my friend and there is no way I would risk messing this up now. I would shove my feelings deep down. Nothing would ruin this. Nothing.
Sorry this is a shorter part. Part 5 will be so much longer and is the one I'm most looking forward to writing.
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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
Warnings: a little angst, minor swearing.
Cold stung at my nose, flushing my face red. My coat wasn't providing enough shelter from the chilly environment. The small walk from the SUVs to the hotels reception was freezing. My trainers carried me quickly towards the door in hopes of returning some feeling into my everything. I glanced at my team. Morgan had nothing more than his jacket on and he looked totally fine. Stupid Morgan.
The lobby of the rural hotel was heating me back up, the feeling in my hands finally returning. Leaning against the wall, I watched Rossi and Hotch talk to the receptionist. My to-go bag was sat by my feet, waiting to be directed to a room for the night. It was our first night on this case so the rooms we got now would most likely be 'home' for the next week. It was past 12 so we were all pretty exhausted and it showed. The usual banter was nowhere to be seen as the team stood around, waiting to be assigned a bed. Hotch and Rossi walked back towards us, a strange look on their faces. "We've got some rooms." I waited for the but. "But, there's only 4 so we need to share." Hotch breaking the news erupted a series of groans. Decisions had to be made and they had to be made quick. JJ and Prentiss would clearly pair up. Rossi had a room to himself if he could and considering the number of keys in Hotch's hand, that was possible. My options were slim. I could either share with my boss, with Morgan or with Dr Reid. I needed to decide quickly before it was decided for me. I spoke up.
"Bagsy Morgan." He looked over to me, a little surprised. "Wow. I'm flattered Colesta." I pulled a disgusted face as I looked at him. "Garcia's not going to be a happy lady." Prentiss sounded tired but the humor was evident in her voice. Wanting to lighten the mood, I joked back. "She'll be fine as long as I send her some pictures." I wiggled my eyebrows at her, causing some chuckles from the group. Morgan seemed utterly appalled at my words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water as he looked to Hotch for backup. Even Hotch seemed a little amused. His face didn't show it but you could see it in his eyes. "Agent Colesta, do not take photos of your sleeping colleagues." It seemed like such a stupid thing for my serious boss to say but it brought a happier mood. "Fine." I gave in, rolling my eyes but the smile stayed on my face. Dr Reid ended up sharing with Hotch. All of us headed towards our rooms. Morgan hadn't started walking yet. When the girls and I passed by, I whispered to him quietly. "I'll just take a video." Before he could respond I followed after JJ and Prentiss.
"I'm surprised you chose to share with Morgan. I would've thought you'd share with Spence." I looked over to JJ as she spoke. I could kind of understand where she was coming from, Dr Reid and I were close in age, shared some interests. Shaking my head, I sighed, preparing to confide in my colleagues. "I don't think he likes me very much. Any time I talk to him, he brushes me off." My shoulders slumped in defeat as I finally admitted to what had been bothering me for the past 4 months. "Reid is just weird with new people. He'll warm up to you eventually." Prentiss patted me on the shoulder as we came to a stop outside our rooms. I had heard that same thing so many times from Garcia but it was too late to argue, so I just nodded and smiled politely. The two of them bid me goodnight and entered their own room, laughing with one another. All I could do was hope that in time, I'd be as close with the team. The key turned easily as the door to the room opened. Just before I walked inside, I just so happened to glance down the corridor. Dr Reid came around the corner, head down staring at the floor. His hair was a bit of a mess and cardigan disheveled. I just wanted to be friends with him. Was that too much to ask?
After I shut the door, my first, very grown up action was to launch myself face down on the bed. Very mature of me. My limbs were spread out over the duvet as I shoved my face into the pillow. God, it was like being 15 all over again. I didn't move when I hear the door open and heavy footsteps enter. It was obviously Morgan based on the fact they had a key and had the same weighty gate as the door kicking FBI agent. "What's up with you, mate?" He was so annoying sometimes. I didn't bother lifting my head from the pillow before speaking. "Why does Dr Reid hate me?" A loud laugh made me shoot up and glare at him. Such an arsehole. "Do not laugh at me Derek Morgan." He held his hands up in faux surrender. "Boy genius doesn't hate you." Rolling my eyes wasn't enough to prove my point. It was so obvious that he hated me, anytime I tried to talk to him I was met with one word answers and annoyed tones. "Feels like it." I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling with self-pity. Morgan drops down onto the bed next to me, dipping the mattress by quite a bit. "Give it time." I couldn't take this anymore. Pushing myself to my feet, I grabbed my to-go bag while making a beeline to the bathroom. "If one more person tells me that I'm going to lose my rag." That man laughed at me, again. The mocking I was sure to get later didn't matter. This was so stupid. I don't know why I cared about what Dr Reid thought. I didn't need his approval.
Luckily, our case was over within a week. I got along great with Morgan but I couldn't survive one more night sharing a bed with his snoring. God, the man sounded like a tractor. It wasn't ideal to be packing away at 10pm but we all just wanted to go home to our own beds. I stood in the reception area at the hotel, patiently waiting for the rest of the team to hurry their butts up. My fingers intertwined as I rocked back and forth on my feet. Footsteps sounded behind me, they were light and uneven. Dr Reid appeared in my peripheral as I stared at the doors to the hotel. No words were exchanged for a moment. It was the closest I had ever been to him. A slight scent of coffee reached my nose. Weird, there was also the smell of old books and leather, probably from his satchel. "I don't hate you." The sound of voice made me jump in surprise. Then the words processed. I looked over at him, my mouth slightly agape in shock. He didn't hate me? "What..How did you..?" The sentences weren't forming properly so I just spat out a jumble of mismatched syllables. "Hotch and I were in the room next to yours and the walls are pretty thin." My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. God, he must think I'm so pathetic. Good job Lyn. "You never want to talk to me. I've been here 4 months and this is probably the longest you've tolerated me." I let out a bittersweet laugh as I spoke. Now it was his turn to look shocked. The receptionist must think we're insane. How long does it take the team to grab their bags? "I'm sorry." He sounded so genuine, it caught me off guard.
We didn't talk after that. The rest of the team joined us and it was as if nothing happened. On the flight back, I run over the interaction again and again. Maybe things would be different from now on.
It was around 1 by the time we could leave the office. My brain was lagging behind as I trudged towards my car. "Bye Colesta." Prentiss went her own way, as I dug around my bag for my keys. They were in here, I knew they were. I was always checking on my keys, too paranoid to risk it. My fingertips brushed the cold metal of my house keys. Relief. For some unknown reason, I glance over my shoulder. Dr Reid was there, clearly on his way home. Our eyes locked and he raised a hand to wave at me. I didn't even think about it as I waved back, smiling at my coworker.
It was only when I was halfway home that it clicked. He waved at me. That was a friendly interaction. This might actually be the start of a change. It made me feel giddy. That was weird. Why did I care? I went to a British all girls school, I was use to people disliking me. But the idea of him not liking me made my chest hurt. Strange. I just wanted to get on well with my coworkers. That was it. It had to be. I was still thinking about it when I entered my dark apartment. It was still on my mind as I lay in my own bed for the first time in a week. I was tired, I should have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. But the thoughts kept me awake. Oh god. My heart dropped as I realised. I had a crush on him. Every time I thought I felt uncomfortable around him or nervous when we spoke, was me getting butterflies. How could I let this happen? I was beginning the career I had always dreamed of and now I was acting like a giddy school girl around the coworker I thought hated me until about 3 hours ago. Lyn Colesta, the stupidest woman in the world. I pressed my face into the pillow and yelled while thrashing my arms and legs. It was like being in high school all over again and I had a stupid school girl crush. Going to work was going to be fun. I was just settling into my role in the team and now I was going to ruin it by having a silly little crush on the resident genius.
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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
Warnings: canonical violence, guns, knife, angst if you squint, 1 singular swear word
Since joining the BAU, we've been working case to case. As we worked, I grew closer to the team, getting more accustom to their individual personalities and dynamics. I had now been living here for two and a half months.
I sat on my couch, phone to my ear as I listened to the voice on the other end. "Are you sure you're doing ok Lyn?" Rolling my eyes, I stood from the couch. "Mum. I'm fine. Everything is going really well." Keeping my phone between my ear and shoulder, I begun to clean up the dishes I left in the kitchen from last night. "I'm just worried." My eye checked the clock, noting my need to get ready for work. "I know you are but you don't need to be. I can protect myself and I trust my team members." I hear her sigh through the phone. "Ok. I have to go and I'm guessing you do too." A little smile formed at her reluctant tone. "Yeah I do. I have to be at work in like an hour." I took hold of the phone again having finished cleaning. "You need to call me sooner next time. And make sure to talk to your brother, he misses you." "Yes mum. I have to go. Bye, love you." I had to start getting ready for work. "Bye hon, love you too." The call cut off and I was glad. Of course I love my mum but sometimes she was so overbearing. For the last hour she had talked my ear off about some random drama about Sharon's affair and a wheelie bin mix-up. Then she told me about how dangerous the US was and proceeded to lecture me about my choices. Not even being on a different continent could stop my mums annoying habits.
5:21. Shit. It was a 15 minute drive to headquarters. I needed to get a move on.
5:58. Perfect. I liked to be punctual. However, because of my need for punctuality, I had run around my apartment like a crazy woman, tripping over my discarded possessions. I mentally swore to myself about the mess I left everything in. In my rush, I hadn't had time to deal with my hair. The ginger frizz was extremely unprofessional and I noticed when I caught sight of myself in a window. I stood in the lift, wrestling the waves into a messy ponytail. It would do. Just to make sure I was prepared, I flicked through my bag to ensure I had everything I needed.
As I walked towards my desk I spotted Morgan. A little detour wouldn't hurt. I pivoted and headed towards the kitchen. "Mornin'." He looked a little shocked at my sudden appearance. "Oh, hey Colesta." He was pouring himself a mug of coffee. "Want some?" I turned my nose up and I shook my head. "Oh right, I forgot. You only like a cuppa tea." The stereotypical British accent was so bad. I shot him a dirty look but reached for the kettle because I in fact did want a cup of tea. Stupid stereotypes. "You're here early." I didn't look up as I spoke, checking I had my keys. Forever paranoid. "Unlike some of you, I'm normal and like sleep but, I have some paperwork left from the last case that I want to finish before the next one." His explanation made sense. "We have a case?" I hadn't gotten the usual call so it must be fairly recent. "Yeah, I ran into Hotch on my way in. Sacramento." I had never been there. It felt strange being excited to visit new places when the reason we are there in the first place is so horrible.
"Better got on that paperwork mate. You're running out of time." A little laugh and he was gone. I took my mug and finished making my tea. A few more people had trickled in. On the way to my desk I passed by Prentiss and greeted her but she was never a morning person. Dr Reid wasn't here yet but he usually arrived at 6:15 considering the train times. Rossi was probably in his office, mulling over something or other. Settling into my seat, I retrieved everything from my bag, folders, files, pens. I had just started to go over my report for the last case a final time, being meticulous. My phone vibrated in my pocket with a message. I prayed to everything holy that it wasn't my mum sending me another article about a shooting in a state a 6 hour drive away. Luckily, the name on the screen wasn't my mum, it was Garcia. Come here right now and tell me everything about your date!!!!! Then there was an obnoxious amount of emojis. Deciding it was best not to defy her wishes, I grab my mug and start to journey to her little cave. On my way out I ran into Dr Reid who was just arriving. "Morning Dr Reid." I didn't stop. The chances were that he wouldn't acknowledge me so I tried not to dwell on it when I recieved no response.
Garcia sat me down and made me spill every detail of last night. "He was nice..." The look she gave me could have killed. "That can't be it. Where did you go? What did you wear? What did he look like? How did he act? You have to tell me everything Colesta." She pointed a threatening finger in my direction. "He took me to that Italian restaurant, the one with the massive pizzas. I wore that red top with a pair of black trousers, you picked my outfit." That reminded her. "Oops, yeah, sorry." Her hands prompted me to continue. "He was blonde. He's what I think a surfer dude looks like. Yeah. He was nice but that was it. His name was Tom and he was just kind of shallow. Maybe my standards are too high but he just wasn't anything I was looking for." I leant back in the chair, sipping my tea. "Why not? What're you looking for?" I thought for a moment. I had only known her for 2 months but Penelope was my closest friend here. "A gentleman, someone who opens a door for me, offers me his jacket. And he knows that I can open my own door but he wants to do it for me, y'know? He needs to be kind, considerate and has to understand that looks aren't everything." I sighed a little as I stared at the wall behind her head. "Understandable. Some men are trash. I can look through some data bases if you want, find you a boyfriend that way." I laughed, properly, for the first time in a while. "While I appreciate to offer, that's not entirely necessary Garcia. I'm not that bothered by dating right now." My phone pinged as I finished talking. Roundtable, 30 minutes. I hoped Garcia would let me leave. I went to stand up but she grabbed me and stopped me from getting up. "You've got 30 minutes. I'm not done with you yet Colesta." Dread settled in my stomach.
As I walked into the room, Penelope was bounding behind me, elated with everything I'd told her. "What's got you so happy baby girl?" I slumped into my chair, opening the folder on the table in front of me. "I've just got all the details about Colestas date last night." That drew some surprised looks. Agent Hotchner wasn't in the room yet so there was no one to save me from this. "You forgot to mention that, mate." I glare at Morgan as he mocks me. If this was one of my friends back home I would've flipped them off but I wasn't back home and this was a colleague. I just turned my attention to the case file. A nudge hit me in the side. I looked at Prentiss. "A date, huh? How was it?" Yeah, I wasn't getting out of this. "He wasn't great, kinda shallow." I prayed that was it. It wasn't. A barrage of questions ensued. I should never have told Garcia about my date. As I look around the table I see Dr Reid looking frustrated by the conversation and the lack of concentration on the case at hand. Like an angel descending from heaven, Agent Hotchner walked into the room. I was utterly mortified as he rose an eyebrow, hearing the discussion at hand. He caught my eye and I practically pleaded with him. "We have a case. You can talk about Agent Colestas love life in your own time." Now that wasn't quite what I was hoping for but it worked well enough.
This case was one of the tougher ones, having us stay in Sacramento for 4 days already. We were all exhausted, struggling to accurately profile this guy. The clock was ticking as a new body could show up at any time.
It was 1 in the morning and I hadn't left the precinct yet, my brain firing at 100 mph as I try to piece together anything I could. My back ached from the plastic chairs and my horrendous posture. Dr Reid was stood by the whiteboard in the room. We never really spoke much, more like tolerated each others presence. I tried to get to know him when I first joined the team but I was met with a brick wall. It was a little saddening at first but I got over it, Garcia told me he didn't warm up to people easily and we'd get there eventually. I wanted to believe her but sometimes it just felt pointless.
"What if we profiled this wrong? Maybe he's not a sadist. He shows no empathy for his victims, humiliating them right up until he kills them. And every after they're dead, he humiliates them by staging them publicly. It's more likely that we are dealing with a narcissist." I was mainly thinking out loud but my ramblings brought Dr Reids attention to me. I couldn't stop the hint of pride I felt as he seemed to consider my idea. "That would explain the methods of disposal. But I think we need to focus on victimology." This was the longest time we'd spoken in the last 2 months I'd been a member of the team.
I stood from my chair, walking over to the board with the photos of the victims. There was nothing obviously similar about them. Each woman had a different hair colour, was a different race, had different eye colours and had no noticeable overlaps in any other aspect of their lives. Pattern recognition was one of my strong points so this was so frustrating. I just stared at the pictures, hoping that I would have an epiphany. Dr Reid had moved to examine some of the folders again, even though he knew them off by heart. Stupid eidetic memory. It was always a little surprising how high IQs can effect people differently. Dr Reid had an IQ of 187 and he could read 20,000 words per minute and could remember everything due to his eidetic memory. I, on the other hand, had an IQ of 174 and while I couldn't do anything near what Dr Reid could, I excelled in the more emotional, mental side of things. During my time with the NCA, I was the lead interrogator in the unit because of my ability to get into their head and use it to get the answers we seeked. Some people in the past had just called me straight up manipulative but it was part of the job and I was pretty good at it. It cause some issues when it came to dating, I was constantly worried about profiling my date and scaring them off.
Dating. My eyes grew wide as a spark flickered in my mind. "Were all the victims single?" I asked the human computer. He thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Victim 3 was married." I looked at the pictures from Victim 3's autopsy. No ring. That's pretty common among married victims, the unsub removes it, keeps it as a trophy but that wasn't the case here. "There's no line." Dr Reid looked up, confused. "What?" Everything was being pieced together in my head. "It's sunny here, right. She had tan lines from the straps of her clothing but not one on her hand. She hasn't been wearing her wedding ring." I hadn't even finished my sentence before I grabbed my phone, calling Garcia. "My amazing brain is at your service." Her sunny attitude lifted my mood a little. "Hey Garcia. Can you check Maria Gardener? Check bills, withdrawals, spending. Anything that might show issues in her marriage." I hear the clacking of keys as I spoke. "Any examples to guide me?" I tapped my fingers against my thigh, a habit I needed to break. "Lots of hotel stays, excessive spending. Maybe she even hired a lawyer recently." Dr Reid was flicking through the files as I spoke, clearly understanding my train of thought. "Bingo! Mrs. Gardener has had 5 lengthy hotel stays in the past 3 months. And a nice cherry on top, there's a receipt from a local pawn shop for an engagement ring. Safe to say that marriage was pretty much gone." That was it. "Garcia, I am so in love with you it's not even funny." I hung up the phone and started my hunt. There had to be the connection. I looked at the victims clothes. They were all from different social classes but each one of them seemed to be dressed nicely. "They were going on a date with the unsub." The final piece fell into place. "But we found nothing online to show the victims going out to meet someone, no mentions as a date." Silly Dr Reid. "The unsub is playing on what most women want. A meet-cute. He's bumping into them in a coffee shop or another place they frequent. They exchange numbers, he uses a burner phone and a fake name, but he tells them he'll pick them up at 7. No online exchanges as he plays it old school."
The rest of the team were out trying to find a coffee shop open at the time. None of us were planning to sleep tonight. My first call was the Agent Hotchner. He picked up on the 2nd ring. "Hotchner." He was about to have his socks blown off. "It's Colesta. We've figured out how he's finding his victims." I couldn't help the little smile I had. "Let me patch Morgan in." I pulled the phone form my ear and dialed Morgan. "Morgan." Why does everyone answer the phone like that? "We know how the unsub is finding his victims." I was itching to explain. "Ok, you're on speaker. I've got Prentiss and JJ here." Any bit of exhaustion had been wiped from my body. I explained everything I'd pieced together. The rest of the team added other ideas, everyone agreeing that it made sense. The call ended and I dropped into the chair next to me. "How did you figure that out?" Dr Reid questioned, as he continued to flick through the various sheets of paper adorning the table. "I was just thinking about that date I had, got the cogs turning." I was a little shameful as his gaze turned to me. "That's a bit unprofessional." My cheeks burnt red. His whispered comment. There goes any progress I hoped we had made.
We had found him. Michel Ines. 32 years old. The vest was tight against my chest, creating a sense of security. My gun was raised as we circled the building. There was a missing woman that we suspected to be inside. Our main goal was getting her out safely. I was paired up with Morgan. His fist banged on the door. "Michel Ines. This is the FBI, come out with your hands up." Morgans voice boomed but there was no response. We didn't expect him to give up easily. We exchanged a look before he kicked the door in. I moved into the dark house first. The rest of the team was spread out around the building. Morgan and I moved together, clearing the house as we went. A muffled thud could be heard beneath us. We knew what to do. Locating the stairs was easy. I took in a deep breath as we began our descent into the basement. I went first, taking each step slowly. Why did is always end up in a basement?
The damp, dark of the basement was suffocating as I took the finally few steps. Morgan was still near the top of the stairs. She was alive. I could hear muffled cries echoing through the empty space. "Michel Ines. FBI, come out with your hands up." It was worth a shot but nothing. The cries erupt again at the sound of my voice. I take a step into the darkness, towards the noise. My mouth opens to call out to the woman. The words died in my mouth as someone tackles me, my gun flying out of my hand. A grunt erupts from me as my side hits the hard concrete. Morgans footsteps as close. The cool metal of a knife hits my face. With all my strength, I push back, trying to keep as much distance between me and the blade meant for my head. A quick pain blooms on my cheek but I don't let it distract me. The surprise of the attack and the size of this man meant I couldn't do much but fend him off. Luckily, Morgan appeared just in time, dragging the unsub off me and works on getting his weapon off him. The desperate cries are back and I'm on my feet instantly. I knew Morgan could deal with him, my focus was on Lucy Williams, the missing woman being kept in the basement.
As I round the corner, I see her. She's tied to a chair in the middle of the room. A blindfold covers her eyes and a gag is in place to keep her quiet. Kneeling down in front of her, I took hold of the blindfold. She thrashed in the chair, clearly terrified. The second the fabric is off, I hold my hands up. "Lucy. I'm with the FBI and we're here to get you out." She frantically nodded at me, telling me she understood. I pulled the gag from her mouth, watching as she took deep breaths through her sobs. I block out her thank you's as I moved to untie her. Bruises scattered her skin. With my pocket knife, I sawed through the rope. It dropped away from her. I had to stop her from jumping up from the seat. All signs of struggling had stopped. "Colesta. I'm taking him up. You got her?" I started my check over of Lucy, making sure she could walk. "Yeah, I got her. Is my gun out there?" I realised I had lost sight of it when the unsub tackled me. "Its out here." He sounded further away as he left the basement. I'd grab it on the way out. The woman seemed a little bruised but mostly ok. I let her stand up from the chair. She seemed a little shaky on her feet so I slid my arm behind her back, keeping her tucked into my side as I guided us towards the stairs. The light from upstairs came into view. I spotted my gun on the floor and stopped to pick it up, returning it to my holster.
With a steady pace, I led Lucy out of the basement. I got her out of that house. As we emerged on the porch, the paramedics had just pulled up. She's taken from me and led towards the ambulance. "Thank you." I heard her whisper as she accepts the help. I see Morgan closing the door on the unsub, preparing him to be locked up for a long time. Relief engulfs me as I realise the case is finally over, we've locked away another murderer. Agent Hotchner approached me, his ever stoic look on his face. "Agent Colesta." I start to loosen the straps on my vest. "Agent Hotchner." I give a small smile to my boss. Morgan appeared next to me. I didn't even notice him walking over. "You took quite the hit there Colesta. You good?" Agent Hotchner looked over at me. "Go see EMS." The order rattled me a little. I was absolutely fine. Annoyance bubbled as he didn't waver, his stare commanding. "I'm fine." I pulled at my vest, a twinge of pain appearing in my side. My face must have shown it. "Go see EMS. That's an order Colesta." I huff but follow commands, walking over to the nearest ambulance.
I was vaguely aware of a stinging on my left cheek. Oh yeah. The knife. Clearly I didn't have an eidetic memory. The paramedic got me to sit on the edge of the open door as he cleaned my face. He was just about to give me the all clear when Morgan walked past. "Gotta check her side man, don't let her fool you." I shot him a dirty look as the paramedic turned back to me. With his help, I got my vest off and I realised that I might be a little hurt. Stretching up caused pain to flare up my side. I lift the hem of my blouse, revealing my side. A bruise was already forming and took up most of the skin. The next few minutes were quite painful as he checked for any breaks. Thankfully, nothing was broken but I would be bruised for a while.
We gathered all our belongings, preparing to go home. I received a clap on the bac from Prentiss, kind words from JJ and a very, very brief side hug from Rossi. I was actually proud of myself. I was. Until I happened to glance over to Dr Reid. There was an almost disgusted look on his face as he looked at me. My heart sank. "That's a bit unprofessional." That rung in my mind on the jet, on the drive home, sat in my empty apartment, working at my desk. His words didn't leave my head for weeks, leaving me in a constant state of uncertainty. Goddamn Dr Reid.
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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.
A/N: I've been utterly shocked by the little number of Derek fics out there so I'm coming to the rescue.
Derek Morgan x fem!reader
Summary: Derek is very adamant that you care for yourself and goes to extreme lengths to ensure it.
Warning: slight mentions of seasonal depression
“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”
Every case was celebrated by Derek's return to your shared apartment. His return usually meant cuddles and kisses the last the whole duration of the next two cases combined. It was the time you always looked forward to. Derek knew that, so when he opened the front door it shocked him. Usually your waiting for him in the living room, jumping at him the moment he's though the door. The lights were all off aside from the light slipping out from under the bedroom door. A quick glance into the kitchen confirmed his suspicions. There were plates stacked in the sink, takeout boxes abandoned on the kitchen table. The signs were screaming at him.
This time of year you struggled, Derek knew that and always helped but with his job it was quite difficult to support you as much as he wanted to. He walked towards the closed door and gently push it open. One glance at you and his gaze softened. You were wrapped up in a blanket, lying on the bed. Derek neared you, slowly lower himself to crouch in front of you. His hand reached up and caressed your cheek. It was clear to him that you hadn't showered for a few days and he didn't even need to ask if you'd drank any water recently. The worry was evident on his face as you tried to muster a smile at his sudden appearance.
"Baby girl, are you ok?" His worried tone made your sadness even heavier on your chest. You gently sat up on the bed, crossing your legs beneath you while Derek stayed in his spot on the floor.
"Yeah, Derek I'm fine. I didn't realise you were coming back." A slightly forced smile gracing your appearance. You knew that Derek had a hard case and didn't want him to worry about you.
In your state, your silly little brain just thought it could successfully lie to your profiler boyfriend. It was very clear he didn't believe you. " Are you having a bad week?" You knew what he meant by that and knew that it'd be better if you came clean with him. Nodding your head slightly, you opened your arms to beacon Derek to hug you. He gladly followed the silent request and engulfed your blanketed form. The embrace itself fixed a part of your heart that had been broken the whole 12 days he was away.
Derek pulled away from the hug and looked you in the eyes with pure adoration. " Honey, I don't mean anything bad by this but, when was the last time you showered?" He asked with no hint of malice or disgust, purely caring.
"I'm not too sure, I'm sorry." Your apology cause him to frown slightly. He didn't want to to feel like you needed to apologies because you didn't need to. He knew that if you struggled then it wasn't your fault and he wanted you to know that he was there for you.
" Well, I think you smell delightful and you look like a freaking angel. However, I think a nice shower will cheer you up a little bit." Derek's little comment made you chuckle slightly as he gave you compliments when your sure you smell like a rotting corpse but he could always make you smile.
Derek felt happier as he watched the weight lift from you in mere seconds. In that moment he knew what he had to do.
He stood up slowly as you watched him puzzled. "I think it's time for a shower baby." The mischief glinted in his eyes and you began to have a suspicion of what he was about to do.
Suddenly he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder. You shrieked and hit his back playfully but you truly didn't mind the view of his magnificent butt. Derek began walking towards the bathroom as you both laughed at the current situation. Your laughter stopped as a little smack sounded out.
"Derek Morgan. Did you just slap my ass?" You didn't need to ask because you clearly felt it but his laugh was incriminating enough. "Yes. Yes I did, pretty girl." Any hint of your sadness was washed away as you loved the way Derek knew how to cheer you up.
The sound of the shower filled your ears and realised the second part of his masterplan. He put you down under the flow of water causing you to gasp as your clothes became drenched in seconds. Water ran down your face as you glared at Derek who stood just out of the water. Your hand flew forward and grabbed the front of his black t-shirt, pulling him under the shower with you. Now it was your turn to laugh as his t-shirt began to cling to his muscle. He leaned down and connected your lips, kissing you in a loving way. Your hands began tracing the tattoos he was inked with.
The warmth in your chest was the fire of the love you held for the man in front of you. He was the one who held the lighter to ignite your happiness. Every second with him was pure joy and it was so clear why. Derek Morgan was the only one who could make you happy on a bad day, keep you warm in the snow, wipe your tears during sad movies. He was the man who stole your heart.
Derek Morgan was your soulmate and always would be. Forever.
Summary: Sometimes Spencer has a rough day, sometimes you do too. Both of you are each others comfort.
Warnings: mentions of stress, being overwhelmed and loneliness.
Spencer Reid x nonBAU!reader
"And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality...."
People. The sheer greatest foe for both you and Spencer, but for entirely different reasons. Spence hates trying to navigate the 'norms' such as handshakes and not relaying facts. It made him dread meeting anyone new. You, however, hate the fakeness and pressure people push. It makes you want to throw hands with everyone who gives you so much as a dirty look. That's why you are perfect for each other, Spence doesn't confront people when they are being bitchy and you do. That's why he admires you with such gravity.
Spencer had returned from a tough case and you had gotten back from work at the law firm. He spent the entire case treading lightly around everyone because tensions were high. You spent the whole day rushing files back and forth, doing everyone's job as well as your own. That stress meant that you didn't even clock the fact there was an extra car in the buildings parking. You didn't even notice the lights on when you got to the door of your joint appartement or the familiar coat on the rack once you opened the door.
Shrugging off your coat, you kicked off your shoes. Spencer stood at the end of the hallway, waiting for you to notice him. He always told you to be more vigilant and if he hadn't missed you for over a week, he may have told you off but he just couldn't. Spence watched you drop everything at the door before running a hand down your face in a tired motion.
Someone behind you cleared their throat. You spun around in fear expecting to find a murderer but instead caught the sight of your love. He just stood there with a goofy smile, watching you. " Spencer" Your voice caught in your throat and your feet began to move towards him. Your pace began to increase as he opened him arms in a welcoming display. Trusting Spencer completely, you jumped at him. Wrapping your arms round him neck, burying your face in him neck and your legs enclosing him waist. His hand flew beneath you to hold you up.
That's how you stayed for god knows how long. Holding each other. Allowing the stress of today to be washed away in the presence of the other. Spencer held on tightly, not wanting to let you go ever again. You held onto him as if he might just disappear if you didn't keep him there. The whole time you were apart was riddled with longing nights and disappointed mornings. It broke his heart every time you had to wake up alone, go through a stressful day alone, eat alone. You hated everyday he was chasing killer, not knowing if you were going to get the call to tell you he'd be injured or worse. But it was times like these when all the worries were washed away and you didn't want to take that time for granted. You didn't want to take him for granted.
Spencer had 3 days without work. So, for 3 days, you laughed with each other, ate together, read together, did everything together to make up for the time lost while he was away. Those 3 days flew by and before you knew it, there was another case lined up. But even with all this time apart, your relationship stayed strong because you knew Spencer would come home one day and you'd have time for just each other. That's why you chose each other. That's why you'd always choose each other.
Because for her, he was everything she had and for him, she was everything he ever wanted to have.
Summary: Despite the horrors you both see in your job, the comfort of your apartment is a bubble away from the real world.
Warnings: a slight mention to cases involving gore, mostly fluff
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Daily life was always a little different for you and Spencer. A normal couple may go on date night on Thursdays but for you, Thursdays are for catching serial killers in small towns. It may not be normal but it was just how it worked.
Having returned from a case yesterday, you and Spencer were allowed the day off today and decided to spend every moment of it attached at the hip. The day began with the two of you sat at the kitchen table. Spencer sat sipping his sugar with coffee while reading the paper and you sat nursing a mug of tea as you read the poetry book that has been waiting to be read for weeks. It was peaceful to just sit together, co-existing while doing your own thing.
The rest of the day was surrounded in a simple peace. You both went about your tasks, smiling as you crossed paths every once in a while. As you walked towards the kitchen to make lunch, you bumped into Spencer who was headed to the bathroom. His hand rested on your waist as you both looked at one another. " Fancy seeing you here." He smiled down at you. You released a little chuckle and stared at him with a goofy grin that you couldn't fight off anymore. "Such a coincidence Dr Reid." His eyes sparkled with love as he stared at your smile, never wanting this moment to end. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your lips while grinning before moving back. Just as you were about to move from his hold, Spencer gave a simple kiss to your forehead, his nose nestled amongst your hair. He took in a small breath through his nose and savoured the smell of coconut that was left from your shampoo. After standing there for a little while, you decided that it was time to carry on with your tasks and slipped from his grip. Walking down the hall, you were unaware of Spencers gaze following you as he stared with adoration adorning his soft feature.
The rest of the day flew by and now all that was left to do was cook dinner for the two of you. It was a task that you loved doing together. You both settled into your routine, Spencer began cooking the sauce while you boiled the water for the pasta. Everything as almost done when you let out a small shriek, hands gripped you from behind and pulled you back into Spencer body. He gave a slight chuckle and spun you round. You were so close that you could feel his warm breath fluttering against your cheek.
One of his hands left your body, reaching for something on the counter behind. All of a sudden music started playing from the speaker. The tempo was slow and the melody was soft. Spencer started swaying slightly with you still in his hold. He brought his face next to you ear, " May I have this dance?". You could feel your face flush a bright red at his words and all you could manage was a little nod. His hands became glued to your waist as your arms drapped over his shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck.
And you stayed like this for the duration of multiple songs, moving with one another to the music, staring into the eyes of the love of your life. In you entranced state, neither of you had noticed the pasta boiling over the side of the pot. You spotted in over Spencers shoulder and realised it had burnt. " Spence, the pasta.." was all you could manage before he turned his head and came to the same realisation. You released him and turned the gas off. Both of you looked at the ruined pasta and simultaneously burst into laughter. After deciding that it wasn't worth cooking anymore, Spencer suggested take out and you happily agreed.
You ended up on the couch, cuddled against his side with a box of pizza on his lap. Enjoying this moment was the priority because there was an understanding that you'd be called to deal with another monster soon enough, but for now this time was yours. For now, he was yours.
Summary: After a difficult case, both you and Spencer return home. The reality of the case sets in and its Spencer's job to comfort you.
Warnings: Mentions of death and gore, referenced to sexual assault, anxiety, panic attacks, trauma but Reid fluff at the end
Spencer Reid x BAU!reader
Every aspect of this case had gotten to you. A man was going round kidnapping and sexually assaulting girls on their 21st birthdays. The pure evil of this man threw you back to the tragedy of your childhood with the horror of your stepfather.
The second you stepped of the jet, Spencer watched your shoulders slump in defeat and your brain flew 100 mph. He knew this had gotten to you from the moment the team arrived at the scene, you were so angry and determined to find this guy. It didn't take a profiler to see the guilt you carried for not saving the final girl and the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes at the debrief on the jet.
The long jet ride was followed by a short car ride as Spencer drove you both back to your shared apartment. Neither of you said a word, you couldn't bring yourself to speak in fear that your voice would tremble with the emotions you were keeping in and Spencer just couldn't find the words to say to you. Spencer got the bags from the car as you climbed up to the apartment and once through the door, kicked your shoes off with such force that they hit the wall with a dull thud. Every emotion was working its way to the forefront of your mind as you replayed the whole events of the case. The images of the way those girls has been defiled flung you back to the feeling of his hands on you, the dirty feeling he left on your skin. Your breathing picked up as your eyes flew around the room seeing something that wasn't there. The panic rose in your chest as the tears you held pushed from your eyes and slid down your cheeks. You felt like you couldn't breath, you began tugging at the collar of your shirt in an attempt to provide your lungs with more oxygen. For you, the apartment has been replaced by the scene of your stolen innocence. It felt like you were trapped in your mind, replaying the events over and over with no relief. It felt like drowning in the pent up emotions that formed an ocean in your mind and no one was coming to save you. But there was someone.
Spencer walked through the door and immediately knew something was wrong. He already knew but the sight of you shoes discarded was so abnormal that he dropped the bags and half sprinted to find you. When he found you, you were stood in the living room, eyes flicking everywhere, never focusing and he knew you weren't seeing what he was. Your chest rose and fell so quick that he felt that there was not enough oxygen in the room to satisfy your panicked body. Spencer rushed to your body, bending down to meet your eyes but found they weren't really looking at him. As he spoke, Spencer shook you slightly, trying to break you from the panic the embraced your mind but to no success.
All of a sudden you became aware of someone touching you and a male voice speaking to you. Logic and reason had left the moment you stepped through that door. So, in your panicked state, you did the only thing your brain and body could manage. You ran.
Out of Spencer's loving touch, out of the apartment, out of the building, down onto the street. The rain above poured over you, drenching you in seconds but you hardly noticed. Your legs carried you for 3 blocks before the disorientation kicked in and forced you to stop. Breath still heavy, you stood in the rain and tried to harness your brain. The feeling of rain pattering on your ocean calmed you slightly but the panic remained. A voice carried through the melancholy rain. His voice. Not the one that scares you and forces you to hide like a child, it was the voice that coaxes you from that dark place and sounds like early mornings in the summer.
Spencer had sprinted after you, not caring about the stares he got from strangers at his lack of appropriate attire for the current weather. He chased after you for 3 blocks until he found you stood in the rain, just stood. It shattered his heart to see you so broken but he knew you needed him. Calling your name, he walked closer. Your panic began to subside as he neared, his presence calming you. Once in arms reach, he gathered you into his arms and held on like he would never let go. You broken in his hold. Your knees give out and the only thing keeping you from the ground is his arms. The tears returned but this time they weren't panicked ones, they were tears of sadness and relief. Sad that everything happened and relieved that you're safe with Spencer.
The two of you stood there for what felt like an eternity, getting soaked through by the rain and embracing one another. His hand stroked your hair as you held his shirt in fists. The comfort encircled you as the tears stopped and all the negative emotions were washed away with the rain and his touch.
For once in your life you came to the realisation that even if you were drowning in this ocean, Spencer is your lifeguard and would jump in to save you from the waves trying to pull you under. He was your lighthouse in the storm of you mind as the waters threatened to drown you. Spencer Reid was keeping you afloat. And he always would.
