A/N: Here is the third installment in the Already Sinned saga. This chapter will give a little more insight into the married life of Spencer and Maeve as well as the professional life of the reader
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Maeve sat at the small kitchen table as Spencer slipped through the door later that afternoon. She didn’t look up when he greeted her and she pushed him away with a soft “not right now” when he tried to kiss her head.
“How’s summer semester?” Spencer poured himself a cup of coffee and winced at the cold liquid that ran down his throat.
“Fine.” Maeve pursed her lips and stared at a paper, making a simple note and then placing it on the ever growing stack of papers next to her.
“Sorry I didn’t come home last night,” Spencer attempted conversation as he leaned against the counter.
“Whatever.” Maeve replied shortly, more focused on the papers than her husband.
Spencer sighed and dumped the rest of his cold coffee down the drain before making his way to their shared study.
Books were haphazardly scattered across the desk, papers shoved unceremoniously into the wastebasket.
“You fucking serious, Maeve? We talked about this!” Spencer shouted down the hallway. His wife appeared in the doorway of the kitchen following a short silence.
“What are you on about now, Spencer?” She gritted her teeth and stalked down to the study.
“THIS! Your shit is on my shit! I have case files I can’t have fucked up!” Spencer’s voice cracked as anger wove through his words. It wasn’t their first fight, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last.
“Then move my ‘shit’ if it bothers you that much, SPENCER. I’m not the one cavorting off to my friend’s wedding and leaving my wife to fend for herself at home!”
“You said you couldn’t make it and told me to just go by myself! So I did!!”
“And you haven’t seen Steven since grad school!”
”You know what? I’m not doing this tonight, I’m done. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” Spencer huffed shouldering past Maeve. The anger inside him still threatened to bubble over as he made up a bed on the couch.
“Fine by me!” Maeve hollered stalking into the bedroom and slamming the door.
**
Your fingers shook as you dialed Spencer’s phone number. There was nothing to be afraid of, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that his wife somehow knew and already disliked you.
“Hello?” A familiar voice wove through the speaker of your phone and you couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across your face.
“Hey there.” You whispered. A sigh of relief slipped through your lips and you gripped the phone tighter.
“Y/N?” He was smiling.
“Yeah. Is it a bad time?” You bit your lip in anticipation as he formed an answer.
“No. Not at all, what’s up?”
**
The elevator shuddered as it crept slowly up the building. You wrapped your sweater tighter around your body, silently trying to will away the cold that wrapped around you.
Stepping out onto the fourth floor, you glanced at your phone and back up at the large glass doors in front of you, ensuring you had the right department. They gave way easily beneath your touch and you strode confidently towards a singular office tucked away in the back.
“Agent Prentiss?” You knocked softly, the unit chief glanced up from her paperwork and smiled softly.
“Good morning. Can I help you?” Her voice was smooth and warm, inviting.
“I’m Agent Y/N with the CIA,” You pulled your badge from your pocket and slid it across the desk. “I was told that the CIA was doing a joint investigation with the BAU into a possible child sex trafficking ring.”
“Oh yes, Agent. Lovely to meet you,”Emily took your hand in a firm handshake and then produced a thick file from her desk drawer.
“We think a majority of the trafficking is centered in large cities such as Houston and Atlanta, but we’ve found connections as far west as Puyallup” Emily flipped open a map and showed you some hastily scribbled notes.
“And we’re sure they’re all the same people or person?” You countered, chewing on your bottom lip.
“We’ve built the profile to fit a group of people. It’s too large of an area to be covered by one person.” A voice spoke up from the door. You turned hastily in your seat and your mouth dropped open as Spencer walked in, notepad in hand and sat next to you.
“Agent, this is Dr. Reid our resident expert on well, everything. Dr. Reid, this is Agent Y/N with the CIA. They’re joining us on the child sex trafficking case.”
“Lovely to meet you Dr. Reid,” You smiled and stuck out your hand, surprised when he shook his head.
“I don’t shake hands. It’s a germ thing. But it’s great to meet you, Agent.” He explained, a small smile crept across his face. The glint of a gold band on his left hand caught your eye, sending a rush of arousal straight through you as you thought back to the night before last and the following morning. The way he handled you, kissed you, fucked you.
“You too, Dr. Reid,” You gave a curt nod, turned on your heel and exited the office.
He cornered you later that morning in the small kitchenette.
“Were you going to tell me?” Spencer hissed as he stirred an exorbitant amount of sugar into his coffee. You didn’t look up as you replied.
“I don’t know. Were you going to tell me?”
His mouth opened in reply, but he quickly shut it with an audible pop and turned his attention back to his coffee.
“That’s different!” He protested, his words turned up with surprise at the edge.
“How?” You rested a hand on your hip, finally making eye contact with the young doctor. A fire of anger, or maybe it was lust, flickered behind his hazel eyes and you could only smirk.
“I-It just is!” Spencer threw his hands up in defeat before he took his coffee and settled into his desk.
“I promise it’s not..” You muttered to yourself, slowly stirring your coffee.
A sequel to “Already sinned”. They live in the human world, spend time with Ichigo’s family, study, get jobs, train, have hobbies, have fun, go on Hollow hunts, purify souls, have a life together that they deserve.
The council in Soul Society is furious, but Ichigo couldn’t give less shits because if something does come - if someone does want to take his life with Rukia away - he’s got even more reason to fight, to win.
Because he’s happy, and he doesn’t really remember if there’s a time to compare it to.
Rukia frets about that, worries as she does, but Ichigo only presses his lips against hers and reminds her, “I’ve been happy since you agreed to come with me, and no one’s come to take this from us yet.”
“Maybe we’re not happy enough,” she muses.
“Possible,” he allows, and against the soft skin beneath her ear, he bites and offers, “Wanna know what’ll make me really happy?”
She huffs, dramatic and put upon, even as she runs her nails just enough for him to feel up his neck, through his hair, and sighs all breathless, “You’re insatiable.”
“You love me.”
“I do,” she whispers against his lips, and there’s no way that from the way his heart swells, how his chest feels both tight with emotion and light with elation, that he’s anything other than happy.
Infidelity was something that had never even crossed Spencer Reid’s mind. But with work and life pulling him further away from the woman that he claims he loves, Maeve, suddenly the one thing he said he would never do becomes the one thing that he does do. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Spencer must choose between a stable, albeit loveless marriage, and a whirlwind romance with the girl next door.
