summary: In which y/n wakes up in an unfamiliar place and finds herself feeling anything but fear when faced with the man who took her. Spencer knows things about y/n that he shouldn’t, having watched her for months.
a/n: smut will come in later parts! i promiseee. also, please be mindful that this is a dark fic and might not be suited for all audiences.
word count: 1.2k
minors/ageless blogs dni.
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part 1
You woke slowly, the unfamiliar smell of coffee and freshly laundered sheets making you blink in confusion. As your eyes adjusted to the soft morning light, you took in your surroundings, a neat room with walls lined with books, far different from your own home.
Sitting up, your heart raced as you tried to remember. The man from the bookstore, from the park. You remember seeing him last night on your way home. Those eyes.
Waking up in an unfamiliar place had you in fear. But it wasn’t the paralyzing terror you’d expected. There was something about him that didn’t scream danger, at least not in the conventional sense. Still, the situation was wrong, and you were on edge.
As if on cue, the door creaked open, and the yet-to-me-named-man stepped into the room, a cup of coffee in hand. His curly hair was dishevelled, his tired eyes meeting yours with a soft, almost apologetic gaze. He set the cup down on the nightstand and stood a few feet away, as if trying not to scare you.
"Good morning," he said, his voice low and gentle, like he didn’t want to startle you. “How are you feeling?”
You swallowed; your throat dry as you gripped the blanket a little tighter around yourself. “… what’s going on?” Your voice trembled, but it wasn’t outright fear. It was more confusion, a wariness of the unknown.
He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. “I know this is strange for you. I’m a stranger to you,” His gaze softened.
“I’ve called off work today. I wanted to make sure you settle in here.” The way he said it was so casual, as though he was talking to someone he knew for a lifetime.
You frowned, your brows knitting together. "Called off work?"
He nodded. “It’s not something I do often. Hotch, my boss, was a bit surprised, but I came up with an excuse,” His voice was calm, like this was the most logical course of action. “He trusts me,”
The mention of his boss, and the ease with which he lied, sent a chill through you. He was smart, probably too smart, and that made you more cautious. If he was capable of this, what else had he done? How long had he been watching you?
Still, the edge of fear you’d woken up with began to fade slightly. He wasn’t acting like some deranged kidnapper. He wasn’t trying to hurt you. But the fact remained that you didn’t know him, and here you were, trapped in his house.
Spencer, seemingly sensing your hesitation, sat down on the edge of a chair near the bed. “I know you don’t fully trust me right now,” he said softly. “But I’ve been watching over you for a while. I know how much you love reading, the way you get lost in books for hours.” His eyes softened as he spoke, revealing more than you wanted to know. “I know things about you that no one else has been witness to,”
Your heart sank. He knew too much, more than anyone should. The way he spoke, though, wasn’t malicious. It was like he genuinely believed he was taking care of you. And while that didn’t erase the fact that he had kidnapped you, it made it harder to hate him outright.
“I don’t even know your name-” you began slowly,
“Spencer,” He replied quickly with a small smile.
“Spencer…” You repeated his name, trying to keep your voice steady. “If you wanted to get to know me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to do… this.” You gestured to the room around you, the confinement.
He looked down at his hands, his fingers nervously twisting together. “You don’t understand,” he said quietly, as if weighing his words carefully. “It’s not just about being with you. I couldn’t risk you getting hurt. You don’t know what the world is like. What I see every day at work. It’s cruel, dangerous.” His eyes lifted to meet yours, pleading. “I didn’t just want to make you mine,”
His words hung in the air, and you didn’t know how to respond at first. You felt your body tense, the wariness still present, but the way he spoke, so protective, so genuine in his concern, made it difficult to process. He believed what he was saying. He believed he was doing this for you.
“But you didn’t give me a choice,” you said quietly. “You made that decision for me.”
Spencer sighed, nodding slowly as if he understood. “I know, and that’s not something you’re used to, but you’ve captivated me. Made me obsessed… without even knowing of my existence. I’ve never been good at social interaction, and I know that doesn’t excuse anything, but the mere thought of you sends me into a spiral. I can’t concentrate on anything else,”
You shifted on the bed, your mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, you felt uneasy, knowing that Spencer had been watching you for who knows how long. But on the other hand, he wasn’t trying to harm you. He was just... misguided, deeply protective in a way that bordered on obsession.
The room felt smaller as the silence stretched between you. You could feel his eyes on you, studying your reaction, waiting for you to say something.
“I don’t know what to think,” you admitted softly. “This is… a lot.”
Spencer’s face softened again. He moved closer, but not enough to make you feel trapped. “I know,” he whispered. “I don’t expect you to trust me right away. But I’ll show you that you don’t need to be afraid.”
You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time since waking up. He was a stranger, yes, but there was something about him that made it hard to fully fear him.
Still, you couldn’t just let your guard down. Not yet.
“I’m not afraid of you,” you said cautiously, testing the waters. “But I’m still... trying to understand why you thought this was the only way.”
His lips quirked into a small smile. “I’m not like other people, sunshine. I don’t see the world the way most do. You’re different. You don’t fit into the world the way others do, and that’s why I had to do this. I couldn’t let the world destroy you.”
You shook your head slowly, absorbing his words. This man, this genius who had seen so much darkness in his life, had fixated on you as if you were his only light. It was unsettling, yes, but in a strange way, you felt an odd sense of safety in knowing he wouldn’t hurt you.
So I’m working on a new fanfiction idea for the Criminal Minds fandom. I don’t want to share too much since it’s still in the very early stages of planing; however, I need a little help. Which brings me to my question.
If the BAU was a circus what would the name of their circus be?
Criminal minds au. Plot: Rossi and Strauss are the team's parents. Rossi didn't became a famous writer till after most of the kid's grew up. Their family wasn't perfect, but they made do. Mama Said- Lukas Graham
I haven't watched Criminal Minds since I was like 17. Just started a rewatch. Spencer is 24??? I'm 24! I've always adored the character, but this dude is MY AGE. He's not just "young adult" nieve he's like, actually genuinely clueless about a bunch of 'normal' stuff. Which for some reason wasn't as weird to me when he was older than me. Still adore the character, growing up has just changed my understanding of him. Huh.
