tfw your friends forgot your 30th birthday and you're feeling like you haven't done enough in life and the murderer you're looking for is also a genius and you are literally the only person who can figure out his crazy-ass chess puzzle
"Spence, I'm back," Y/n yelled out as she walked in the door, locking it before putting her keys down on the console in Spencer's foyer. She was the one who had gifted him the trinket dish, hoping it would make it easier for him to remember where he left his keys when he ran out to work.
She continued to walk through his apartment, looking for the mop of curly hair she left lying on his white cotton sheets. All she wanted to see was his pretty face again. When she reached the living room she put her bag down on the table.
Before she got to the kitchen, she noticed an overwhelming smell. It was putrid and made Y/n want to throw up. She saw the mess when she reached the kitchen. Almost all the pots and pans he had were out. The smell was a mix of rotten egg and burnt food.
Then she saw the curly-haired genius. He had his hands tugging at his hair as he groaned when she saw him. "What happened here?" She asked him quickly.
His eyebrows were pulled into a tight frown with his jaw clenched. "I was trying to make you breakfast," Spencer confessed to her.
"Aww, baby." Y/n cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. He accepted it happily and wrapped his hands around her waist. "What went so wrong?" She coaxed.
He groaned again. "Well, my first plan was to make eggs. Uhhh, but they were rotten." Y/n nodded as she listened to him talk. He gestured to the eggs which were in the bin. "Then I tried french toast without eggs but it, uh, burnt." Spencer pointed to the pan which had something black in it, still emitting a terrible smell. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to do something nice for you." He told her honestly.
They had been together for a few months and Y/n didn't usually sleep over for more than a night. This was the first time she was intentionally staying the weekend. And Spencer wanted to make his gratitude known.
"Don't be sorry, Spencer," Y/n told him, running her hand down his arm to comfort him. "I appreciate the gesture." Once he was smiling she knew she could make a joke. "But you know you can't cook. It's miraculous because on paper, you're probably the smartest person on earth but in real life, you can have below average intelligence."
Spencer laughed at her words and nodded. "I know. I just wanted to do something special for you."
Suddenly she looked shocked. "Wait, it's not an anniversary or something?" She asked him. There weren't many bad things about dating a genius with an eidetic memory but one was that he remembered every anniversary of their first kiss, first time and first date when she didn't.
Spencer shook his head. "No, but it is the first time you've chosen to stay here all weekend." Y/n couldn't help but swoon about how sweet he was. "Can I take you out for breakfast?"
"No!" Y/n exclaimed, causing Spencer's face to drop. "I mean, when I went out I got some stuff because I figured you didn't have much." She frantically explained. There wasn't much she wouldn't do to get that sad look off his face.
Thankfully it worked, he smiled. "Want me to make coffee? And we can have on the balcony." He was still beaming down at her as she nodded.
She got to work opening the bag and pulling out the pan au chocolates she had brought from a bakery. Spencer made them both a cup of coffee as he always did.
In a few minutes they were outside, sitting together on his Parisian-inspired furniture. With the sun streaming onto them and the view of DC, he knew.
He knew because of the way he couldn't even read. His brain was a mess and the only thing he could think about was her. The way she combed her fingers through her hair turned golden from the morning light. The way her perfect pink lips parted as she ate. The way her skin looked so bright in the golden sun.
She was perfect.
And he knew he had to say it. "I, uhh." His murmble flicked her attention to him. Those beautiful eyes now locked into his and made him even more nervous. The only way he was going to get it done was snapping his eyes off her. "I... I love you." He managed almost so quiet she couldn't hear it.
"Spencer." She said, just as quiet. Hearing her voice calmed his heart rate down a few beats per minute. When she didn't reply he looked up at her guiltily. "I love you too."
He let out a breath, those words were the best he thing he had ever heard. All he felt was a mix of relief and loved.
There was the most beautiful grin on her face. He couldn't help but take her face into his palms and place a gentle kiss on her lips.
Everything in that moment was perfect. And the day now marked an anniversary neither of them would forget.
⤷ a/n: here’s my very first attempt at Spencer Reid angst haha
- working on part 2 as we speak
⤷ pairing: spencer reid x reader
⤷ word count: 1.5k
⤷ summary: your past is gone and your future is with Spencer. oh how nice it is to have endless time with the one you love. until you don’t.
⤷ genre: angst
⤷ warnings: stabbing, gun shots, life-threatening injury, let me know if i missed anything!
Everything was great with Spencer. You’d never been happier. Your life wasn’t the most joyful before, but joining the BAU and meeting him? It was exactly what you needed. Your relationship wasn’t perfect, no one’s was. But, it was as close as it was going to get. You didn’t fight often, and when you did you were quick to make up. You stuck by each other no matter what you were put through. Whether it be Spencer’s substance abuse, or the death of one of your close friends. Your relationship was truly a partnership, as you were able to work together so in sync that it only helped you while at work, instead of causing problems.
On your weekends you’d have Star Trek or Doctor Who marathons. He’d make the popcorn and you’d run out to buy soda, then you’d both spend the next several hours cuddled up next to each other on the couch. After one of your cases, Spencer had grown a liking for pianos, so you took the chance to teach him what you knew, it was yet another hobby the two of you had together. Of course, working for the BAU didn’t leave much freetime for the two of you to indulge in your hobbies. But that would never put much of a strain on your relationship.
When you were at work, the both of you were always sure to separate your relationship from the task at hand. While working on cases, you were more of a team than a couple. With Spencer, everything flowed so smoothly, time included. We’re always told that we never truly appreciate what we have until we lose it. When you were with Spencer, you both couldn’t help but feel like you truly had all the time in the world, like you had endless time. That was what made it hurt the worst.
The team had been called out to Arizona to work on a fairly routine case. The unsub was abducting young women, and the profile suggested that he was a white man in his late thirties. You, Emily, and Spencer were at the station, he had finished working the geographic profile and was helping the two of you sort through leads with Penelope. Derek and JJ had gone to talk to the family of the latest victim, and Hotch and Rossi were talking to a potential witness to one of the abductions
“Talk to me sugar,” Penelope said as she picked up the phone. “My brilliance is at your service.”
You smiled, “Hey love, can you find out how many gyms there are within a 20 mile radius of the first abduction site? We think that may be where the unsub is finding his victims.”
“Sure thing! There are three, anything you want me to look for to narrow that down?” she asked.
“Can you check to see if any of them had programs designed to get people in shape for an event of some sort?”, Emily added.
“Mhm! Oh, that only got rid of one,” Penelope said in a slightly dejected tone. “Anything else?”
“Do either of the gyms have high drop-out rates? We think the unsub might be choosing from them,” Spencer said.
“Hm, they’re both about the same. But! ForeverFitness is known for having a much rigorous program,” she answered.
“Could you pull up a list of their employees?” you ask her, already knowing the answer she’d give you.
“Can I? Don’t tell me you’re starting to doubt my magical abilities. It’s already pulled up, sweet sauce.”
“Narrow it down to only the males,” Spencer told her. “We’re looking for someone in his late thirties who’d have access to a list of everyone who signed up for those programs.”
“Got it! Hm, I still have a list of about 30 employees,” Penelope said after only a few moments.
“That many? Do any of them have any complaints filed against them? Maybe something like harassing a gym member, or lashing out at a co-worker, or such?” you specified.
“Also try looking for anyone who might’ve been suspended, or even someone who’s almost been fired,” Emily added.
“Aha! I think I’ve got the guy you’re looking for! One Thomas Iverson, he has three complaints filed against him, all from different patrons, and one from a female co-worker. The work related one is for sexual harassment, though it was dropped soon after, and the other three were for aggression. He’s been suspended twice in the past year, but hasn’t been fired, probably because his boss is a family friend,” she explained.
“Penny you’re a genius, do you have an address?” you asked, glad that you might have finally found the killer after such a tough week.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” she said proudly, “and you bet I do, it’s already been sent to all of your phones!”
“You’re the best,” Emily said, getting an ‘i know’ in response. You hung up and called Hotch to let him know what the three of you had found out. He told you to go check it out, and that he’d call Derek and JJ and that they’d all meet you there if Iverson turned out to be the unsub.
The three of you arrived at the house, only to find that it was empty. You were looking through all of the rooms, and everything was going normally. If you didn’t find him, you’d try a different angle. And if you did, you’d take him in to hopefully close the case. If you found him, though. None of you were prepared for what would happen if he found you. None of you had even considered it. And yet, he did. The three of you had separated as you searched the house, and once you’d made it upstairs you’d spotted a moving figure.
Before heading towards it you called out, “Guys, I think I have something.” You wanted to alert Spencer and Emily to get them to come upstairs, but you didn’t want Iverson to know that you’d spotted him specifically. You heard footsteps coming from downstairs, and knew they were on their way, so you slowly began to approach the room with your gun pointed ahead. “Iverson?” you said. “I’m with the FBI, put your hands up and step out where I can see you.”
You entered the room, but before you had the time to process what was happening, you felt something sharp in your abdomen. Then the same pain appeared a few inches above, and a few inches to the side from that. You’d been stabbed three times. The next thing you heard before collapsing was a single gunshot, and your teammates calling out for you. You were conscious, but just barely. Not to mention the incredible pain that you were in. Iverson was dead, and you were soon to be next.
You weren’t sure who it was, but one of them was trying to put pressure over your wounds. Was it working? That was something else that you weren’t sure of. You were teetering on the edge of consciousness, and whoever was with you was urging you to keep your eyes open. The ambulance was here, that’s what you were told. But, did that mean that everything was going to be okay? The ambulance was here, but did that mean that you were saved? Or was it too late? Maybe you’d find out, or maybe you wouldn’t.
You couldn’t tell exactly what was happening, though you could tell that you were being moved around so you guessed that you were being placed into the ambulance. Someone was holding your hand, it must’ve been Spencer. Your eyes had closed, and you couldn’t find the strength to open them again. That didn’t have to be a bad sign though, you could still make it out of this alive. You were as calm as you could be. Maybe it wasn’t too late after all.
Spencer, on the other hand, was in a full on panic. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to handle losing you. Not like this, not in any way. As Emily was trying to keep you from bleeding out, he was on the phone with Hotch who had assured him that paramedics were on their way. Sitting in the ambulance with you gave him some relief, as he was able to hold onto the hope that you’d live.
But, his fear was still there, and it was still overwhelming. Sitting in the waiting room didn’t help his feeling of helplessness. You were rushed into surgery as soon as you got into the building, and there was nothing left for him to do. Nothing other than sitting down, waiting, and hoping you were alright.
And you had to be alright. You just had to. After all, the two of you were supposed to have endless time.
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