Summary: You call Spencer ‘kid’ even though you’re the baby of the group
warnings: violence, normal criminal minds situations...;)
You walk into work on a Monday morning, bright and early at about 9:00. More like 8:50, because you wanted to get your coffee started before you, and the rest of the team were presented with a case.
You notice Spencer at the coffee machine as well, wearing a deep purple shirt and light tie. “Good morning kid.” You say, pulling a mug out of the cabinet.
“Y/n, you are 8 years, 3 months and 27 days younger than me.” Reid says, his eyes narrowing, “If anything, I should be calling you kid, in fact, maybe even, baby” He smirks.
You shrug, “What did you do last night, hooking up with any ladies?” You tease, hitting him with your elbow.
“I watched a documentary on the Yellowstone Caldera, seeing how it is 6,000 years overdue for an eruption, we could die any minute if it does.” Spencer tells you, stirring his coffee.
“Hm, well Caldera sounds like a hot piece of ass Spence, nice pull.” You say, your voice carrying as you head towards the bullpen.
Fortunately, since you said that last comment a bit louder, someone heard you, none other than Derek Morgan.
“Reid got laid?!” Morgan says, immediately rushing over to the both of you.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself.” You smirk, looking back towards Spencer.
You can tell he doesn’t want to be mad, but Reid still rolls his eyes.
“Come on boys, we’ve got a case!” You call behind you, going to the briefing room.
Emily, JJ, Hotch, Rossi, and Garcia, are all sitting down when you come into the room. Reid and Morgan follow soon after you.
“We have a series of kidnappings and rapes in Southern California.” Garcia says, pulling up pictures on the screen. “All of the victims were found almost tens of miles from their abduction sights.” She says.
“Do we think this unsub was trying to be discrete? Hoping no one would connect the cases?” Morgan asks, looking down at the file.
“I don’t think so.” Garcia begins. “The unsub keeps his victims from upwards of six months, and the M.E said that in all the victims, many of their bones were broken, and poorly tried to be fixed.”
“So is he showing remorse?” Spencer asks, almost rhetorically.
“Regardless, we are definitely on this case. Get your go-bags, everyone, wheels up in 30.” Hotch says, standing up.
“Does Morgan actually think you got some?” You whisper to Spencer.
“Yeah he does, thanks a lot.” Spencer says, a smile on his face.
“We should keep this game going, see how far we can take it. How much he’ll believe.” You say, rolling your chair closer to Spencer’s.
“Ah to be young and naive again.” Spencer says, like he’s reminiscing about something. Then he stands up to walk out of the room to get his go-bag.
“You stopped being naive at like, age 4, Reid.” You say, catching up to him.
“Fine. I’ll only go along with it if he asks.” He says, shaking his head.
“Yes! You’re the best Doctor Reid.” You say, pressing a kiss to your hand, and putting it on his cheek.
You’re already turned around to grab your bag to see the blush on Spencer’s cheeks.
About an hour into your flight, you get up to go to the bathroom. You push open the curtain, and find Spencer there, preparing coffee. As you open the curtain, he’s walking forward, and almost bumps into you.
“Oops, sorry baby.” Spencer says, steadying you with his freehand.
“It’s all good.” You say, “And baby? That’s new.” You say, looking at him.
“I’ve decided since this morning it’s your name.”
You smile at him, and walk into the jet bathroom.
An hour or two later, you’re getting off the jet, and going to the precinct. You, Spencer, and JJ were assigned there to look at victimology, and contact Garcia whenever you came up with something to compare to other Missing Persons cases.
“All 6 of our victims had blonde hair when they were abducted.” You say, pointing to pictures on the board.
“But then at the times their bodies were found, they all had grown out brown roots.” Spencer finishes.
“Can it just be coincidence that all of his victims have regularly dyed hair?” You ask.
“I don’t think so.” Spencer says.
“All the victims were in their mid to late 20s, with pretty stable jobs. I think it’s safe to assume that they all got their hair done on a regular basis.” You comment, “We should ask Garcia to compare all the victims credit card records, see if they all went to the same salon.” You say, turning back to Spencer.
“You’re a genius, baby.” He says, pulling out his phone to call Garcia.
As he walks away, you blow him a kiss, and he fake catches it. You smile to yourself, turning back to the bulletin board.
“Well that’s new huh?” You hear JJ say beside you. You turn to her, her lips in a tight line.
“What’s new?” You question, eyebrows furrowing.
“You and Spence.” JJ replies, gesturing towards him in the other room.
“Oh, that’s just an inside joke.” You laugh lightly, a slight redness to your cheeks.
“Oh.” She says, “For sure.” JJ turns back to the board, but you don’t miss the slight eye roll she gives.
“It’s just that Morgan was telling me he hooked up with someone apparently.” She says, shrugging.
“I’m not too sure about all of that.” You laugh awkwardly.
JJ laughs as well, and you turn back to the board.
“I think the unsub might be trying to fix these women’s wounds just so he can torture them more.” You comment, “That’s why it’s so poorly fixed, it’s not like he has a medical background.”
“That’s good thinking Y/n.” JJ says, smiling at you.
You feel a presence behind you, and turn and see Spencer. “Garcia is looking into hair salons in the areas where the victims went missing.”
“Good.” You say, nodding.
“Hey Spence.” JJ says, “I was thinking. What if the unsub is trying to fix the victims wounds, just so he can torture them more? That’s why they're so badly fixed.” She says, gesturing towards the x-ray of the victims bones.
“Great thinking JJ.” Spencer smiles, “How did we not see that Y/n?” He looks at you, wide eyes.
You scramble for a response, “I-I’m not sure.”
“Well, JJ, can you call Hotch with your idea?” He asks her. She nods.
While Spencer is focused on the board, JJ winks at you, seemingly ignoring the scowl on your face.
“You okay baby?” Spencer asks, turning towards you. Your focus goes to him, and you look down.
You decide it’s easier to just ignore JJ and go along with what she said, than to start a fight.
“Yeah I'm fine, just mad at myself I didn’t figure it out first.” You mutter.
“Don’t beat yourself up about it, everyone’s brain is different.” Spencer says, lifting your chin with his finger.
You give a small smile, softly swatting his hand from your chin, “Do you know if they got anything from where the bodies were found?” You ask.
“They know that she was placed there not too long after she died, maybe an hour or two. So that narrows down the geographical profile.” Spencer says, looking at a map of the area.
“But this is southern California. How many secluded spots are there? I feel like celebrities are always running around.” You say.
“You’d be surprised, there are a lot of wooded areas that are perfect for cabins and such, places where you’ll never be heard.” Spencer nods.
“Sexy.” You comment, smirking a little too much at your own words.
Spencer gives you a weird look, “You’re such a dork Y/n.” He laughs, shaking his head, “You can always make a bad situation good, I really love that about you.”
You stop for a moment at the word ‘love’ and look at him with a glint in your eye. He looks back at you, doing that cute little lip bite he does.
Your little stare-fest is interrupted by a phone call, Spencer jumps, pulling out his phone, and hitting accept.
“Garcia I’ve got Y/n here. What do you have?” Spencer asks, clearing his throat.
“All of our victims went to the same place to get their hair done at least once. The Color Loft.” Garcia says.
“That makes sense. Thank you Garcia, we’ll be in touch.” Spencer says, hanging up the phone.
“Let’s go there, and ask for a list of male workers.” You say.
“Alright, I’ll call Hotch and tell them where we’re going.” Spencer says, and you grab your bag to head out.
In the car, you decide to turn on the radio, and Lady Gaga, more particularly the song Bad Romance comes on, and you begin to sing.
After a while, Spencer, who’s driving, turns down the volume. “Why is he only a criminal as long as he’s this singer’s? Did she commit a crime and he’s an accomplice?” He asks, completely serious, and you begin to laugh.
“What? I’m serious.” Spencer says, a look of exasperation on his face.
You calm your laughter for a moment to say, “Oh, I know, that’s what makes it funny.”
Spencer pulls into The Color Loft, and puts the car into park.
“You know Reid, you should probably make an appointment here, for the grays.” You say, gesturing to his hair.
“Shut up, baby.” He says, ruffling your own hair.
You open the door to the salon, a bell ringing, announcing your arrival.
“Hello! Who can I make an appointment for today?” The woman at the front desk says.
Spencer pulls his wallet out, showing his badge. “Ma’am, we’re with the FBI. I’m going to need a list of all of your male employees.”
You begin to look around the salon, looking for anything that might be of help.
“I’m sorry sir, I would love to, but I don’t have any men working for me. The girls run most of their business on their own, the salon is just the middleman.” She explains.
“Then how...” Spencer trails off, confused as to how someone would have accessed the women’s names.
“Spence.” You say, holding up a clipboard. Spencer takes it, looking over the information the customers give.
“Ma’am, do you take these forms, and sell them to any telemarketing companies, for example?” You ask the woman.
“Yes, but that’s completely legal, and the forms are optional!” The woman says, trying to defend herself.
“I understand that ma’am.” You say, calming her, “But me and my partner are going to need the company that you sell these forms to.”
“Oh, of course!” She says, standing up out of her chair. “That information is in the back, give me a moment.” You nod.
“So are we partners now?” Spencer teases, moving closer to you.
“I guess.” You say, “We’ve been doing everything on this case together, so.” You shrug.
“Hell yeah, partners baby!” He holds his hand, and you give him a light high five.
The woman comes back from the back room, handing you a piece of paper with the company's information. You thank her, and leave the salon.
Later, the whole team is at the precinct, Garcia figured out that one girl who has been to The Color Loft, is missing.
“So what is making the unsub choose successful women who color their hair?” You ask the group.
“I’m assuming an important woman in his life had similar characteristics, successful, mid to late 20s when he knew her.” Morgan says, thinking out loud.
“Do you think that he went to the hair salon with her? And that stuck in his mind?” Spencer questions.
“Then I assume the woman crucial to him was his mother. I don’t see a girl taking her boyfriend to the salon often.” Rossi comments.
“What if the mom saw her son as a nuisance. If she’s successful like the profile dictates, maybe she saw him as a potential career ruiner.” You say, looking around the team.
“That’s a good point. I’ll tell Garcia to see if anyone from the telemarketing company has a successful or previously successful mother.” Hotch says, pulling out his phone.
The team relaxes, and starts doing their own thing, and Spencer walks up to you.
“See, you do good work.” He reassures you. You smile softly.
“Thank you Doctor Reid.” You say, doing your signature kiss on the hand, and pressing it to his cheek.
He smiles back, and looks down at his shoes.
Hotch walks back into the room, “Garcia said it’s going to take a bit to get that information. And there’s not too much we can do before we get a list of names or the name. Call people and see just how regular our victims schedules were, maybe we can see how long he watched them before he took them.” Hotch says. The team nods, and gets to work.
After maybe 20-30 minutes of calling family and friends, the team had hit a lull in their investigation. Fortunately, Hotch’s phone rings when no one else was on theirs.
“Garcia you’re on speaker with the team.” Hotch says, setting the phone down.
“I’ve got a name, Jackson Price. His mother, Samantha Price was and is a pretty successful business mogul. She’s a blonde that quite obviously gets it dyed.” Garcia says.
“Do we have an address, doll?” Morgan asks.
“That’s just the thing you hunk, the telemarketing records show an address, but I guess they don’t do extensive checks. The address Jackson put down… doesn't exist.” Garcia says in a disappointed voice.
“Okay, do you have an address for the mother?” Hotch asks.
You hear the clicking of keys, and then Garcia’s voice.
“Yep, 224 Vermillion Drive. Pretty nice house if I do say so myself.” Garcia says.
“Alright, thank you Garcia.” Hotch says. “Peace.” You hear from the phone.
“Okay, Reid and Y/L/N, I want you to go to the mother's house, maybe she has information on where her son is.” Hotch says, pointing at you and Spencer.
“I’ll go with them.” JJ says, stepping towards Hotch.
“Actually, I’d prefer to just have two agents on that, it might give the mother the wrong impression if she thinks we’re swarming her.” Hotch tells JJ.
JJ nods, a tight look on your face, and you can’t help but smile a bit. You face the floor to hide your face.
“Let’s go, baby.” Spencer says, pulling your arm a bit. You comply, and follow him out the door of the precinct.
You and Spencer hop into the SUV, and begin your trek to the mother's house.
There’s never awkward silences between you and Spencer, but right now there was. You hadn’t had time to think about your moment with Spencer, and how you did. It didn’t mean anything, did it?
In any case, you’re pulling up to Samantha Price’s house, or should you say, mansion?
“Damn!” You exclaim, “This might be better than Rossi’s house.” You laugh.
“It might.” Spencer agrees. After he parks, you and him get out of the car, and walk up to the door.
You knock a few times, and wait. When there isn’t an answer, you ring the doorbell. Still no answer.
You look to Spencer, and he nods. You grab your gun from your holster, and open the door.
“It’s going to take forever to search, we better split up.” You say in a hushed voice, and he nods.
You go right, and Spencer goes left. You search through the kitchen, and what looks to be a mud room.
When you head to what you presume to be the living room, you see someone on the floor. You rush over, kneeling down, and put your gun down. You turn the body over, and realize it’s Samantha. You try to check her pulse, and nothing.
“Spencer! I’ve got Samantha! She’s-” And then you’re interrupted with a knock to your head. You fall lower to the ground, you vision blurry.
You hear someone entering the room, “Y/n! Are you okay?” Spencer runs up to you.
“Spence, he’s here.” You muster, but before he could register what you said, he’s knocked down as well.
You attempt to grab your gun, but the unsub is too quick, and hits you again, making you lose consciousness.
Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to your surroundings. You try to move your hands first, but they are bound behind a chair. You look up, and see Spencer across from you, tied up in a similar fashion.
“Spencer.” You call in a weak voice. “Spence!” You say, louder, and he slowly begins to move, copying almost what you did exactly.
“Y/n?” He asks. “Yeah. I’m here.” You say, your vision becoming better.
“God, baby. I’m sorry.” He says, throwing his head back, “We shouldn’t have split up.” He says.
“We can’t think about that right now Spence.” You say, struggling against the ropes once more.
“That’s not going to work.” A sing-song voice comes from behind you.
You turn your head as far as it can go, and you see Jackson Price. You laugh, “Hm, at least our team was right.” You say smugly.
Jackson is quick to react, hitting you in the face. You hear Spencer’s protest, but he hits you all the same.
You crack your neck, “That’s all you got?” You laugh again. You can see the rage on Jackson’s face, but it morphs again, he walks over to Spencer now.
“You know, I’ve never taken a man before. It was surprisingly easy. Maybe I should do it more often. It’s a lot more fun to have an audience to watch what I do to these women.” Jackson says, walking back over to you.
“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Spencer says, the gravel in his voice becoming louder.
“What are you going to do about it Doctor Reid?” Jackson sneers, “Your badge, gun, and phone have all been disposed of, hers too.” He gestures towards you.
Spencer stays silent, and Jackson puts a hand on your face. “You’re too pretty to be in the FBI.” He says, tracing your features. “I’ll be back soon enough darling.” Jackson says, leaving the room where you and Spencer are kept.
The disgusted look on your face leaves once you see Spencer’s torn up look.
“Can I tell you something?” You ask him.
“Of course, what else do we have to do.” Spencer says, his head still hung low.
“JJ likes you.” You say, “I was the one who thought of the idea that Jackson fixes his victims wounds to torture them more, she just stole it to impress you.” You explain.
Spencer laughs, “Trust me, I know she likes me.”
“You should go for her then.” You say, not copying his laugh.
“We’re tied up in here, and that’s what you’re thinking about?” Spencer asks, looking at you.
“I mean yeah.” You say, laughing a bit.
Spencer shakes his head. “I’m not going to go for her.”
You smile, and then there’s silence after that.
You were awoken from the “sleep” that you had fallen into by Jackson entering the room.
“If you even try to struggle or escape, I kill your friend.” He says, and you nod.
Jackson cuts the ropes from behind your back, and brings your arms onto the arms of the chair, tying them that way.
Then, he grabs a hammer from beside the door. Your pleads and cries are what wake Spencer up.
“No, No, Please don’t.” You cry, and hear Spencer groan from in front of you.
Spencer realizes what’s going on, “Get the hell away from her!” He screams, but it’s not enough.
Jackson brings down the hammer onto your left arm, and you let out a scream and then a sob.
Jackson just smiles, “I’ll be back with the cast soon darling.”
“I’ll fucking kill you.” Spencer says.
“Not if I have anything to do about it.” Jackson says.
He leaves again, and you cough, a few sobs still raking through you.
“Y/n, baby, are you okay?” Spencer calls, trying his hardest to break the ropes again.
“Just peachy.” You reply, sniffing.
“I’m gonna get us out of here.” He tells you, attempting to reassure you.
About 15 minutes later, Jackson comes back with a splint. He unties your broken arm, and kneels down, beginning to dress it. “Thank you.” You say, in a daze from the pain.
He smiles up at you, “You’re welcome darling.” He says. He stands up, and ties your arm back down again.
“I brought you two some water too.” He says, bringing you a bottle. You graciously drink some, and then Jackson brings the bottle to Spencer.
“Thank you, Jackson.” He says.
Jackson’s body language changes, and he punches Spencer in the face.
“Only she.” Jackson points at you, “Can address me by name.” He says. “And by the way darling, please call me Doctor Price from now on.”
“Okay. okay.” Spencer nods, recovering from the hit.
Jackson goes to leave again, but before he does, he admires you again, “I’ll be back with some food shortly.”
You nod, and he leaves. “Spence, you’ve got to play into the fantasy.” You tell him.
“I know. I just hate seeing you hurt.” He confesses.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” You reassure him.
You feel as if this would never end. Every few hours, Jackson would come in to “check” on you.
These check ups consisted of pressing on your broken bones, to “see if they were healed” or to inflict more pain on you.
Currently, Jackson was cutting your legs, to “see how much you could withstand.” The torture was getting too much, and you cry out multiple times.
The medical ‘experiments’ were taking a toll on your body, to the point where you were shaking.
“That’s enough.” He cries, “Keep me here, but you need to let her go.” He says, holding his ground.
Jackson walks over to Spencer, knife still in hand. “Is that what you want?” Jackson asks.
Spencer speaks up again, “Yes.”
“Hm.” Jackson says, walking to the center of the room. “I have something else in mind.”
Jackson leaves the room, you assume to get something.
“What the hell Spencer?” You ask in a hushed voice.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t stand him hurting you anymore Y/n.” Spencer says, his voice breaking.
“It’s okay Spence.” You say, your heart breaking a bit.
Jackson returns, with a gun and a cell phone in his hand.
“Well, Doctor Reid. Let’s see how good of a Doctor you really are.” Jackson smirks, dialing on the phone.
‘911 what’s your emergency?’ You hear from the phone.
“There has been an FBI agent shot at 776 Conoway street. The cabin in the woods. Please hurry.” Jackson says, hanging up the phone.
You and Spencer look at each other, panic on both of your faces.
Your ropes had been abandoned long ago, you were too weak to fight anyway. Jackson picks you up, and has you stand in the center of the room.
“I’m sorry to have to do this darling.” Jackson says, and takes a shot to your stomach.
You fall to the ground, and Spencer cries out.
Jackson cuts Spencer’s ropes, “Let’s see if you can keep her alive until the medics come.” He whispers.
Spencer rushes over to you, kneeling beside you. He hears the bang of the door behind him, signaling Jackson had left.
“Spence.” You say, vision blurry.
“I’m here, baby, I’m here.” He cries, he pulls off his jacket, and places it on the bleeding.
“Spence? Can you hold my hand?” You ask, the daze of blood loss setting in.
“Yeah Y/n. Of course.” He says, putting one hand on your wound and the other, he holds your hand with. You look at him, forming a smile on your face.
“What’s your biggest regret Spencer?” You ask, looking at him in the eye.
Spencer looks at you, copying your smile, “My biggest regret, is not telling the girl i love, my feelings for her.” He says, sniffing lightly.
“Who? JJ?” You laugh slightly, groaning at the pain in your abdomen.
“No baby, you.” Spencer says, gripping onto your hand tighter.
“Oh.” You say, your eyes darting around the room, “I love you, Spencer.” You say, meeting his eyes again.
“I love you too Y/n. I’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.” He says.
“Can you kiss me please?” You ask, and your body begins to shake again, from shock.
“Yeah.” Spencer says, leaning down. Your lips meet, and it’s honestly the best feeling you’ve felt in a long time.
When you break away, you both smile. You look down and, and see Spencer’s blood soaked jacket. You take a deep breath in, and out.
You look towards Spencer, and nod. You close your eyes, preparing yourself.
A tear falling from Spencer’s face onto yours is the last thing you feel before everything goes black.
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